379: Chapter 177: How is it Still About Fusang People?
379: Chapter 177: How is it Still About Fusang People?
“Why is there even a matter involving Fusang People?”
Qin Xiangdong quickly skimmed the book that Chen Yuguang had bought and then tossed it onto the table, covering his face as he sighed.
The pit just keeps getting deeper.
With the help of the Special Service Section, the scene at the Western-style house was finally cleared.
Through facial comparison, it was confirmed that the human-shaped monsters that attacked people on sight were all servants employed by a wealthy businessman.
And the Holy Grail sewn together turned out to be his three daughters, with his wife also buried within, serving as a main component responsible for production.
It may have seemed that everything went smoothly without any danger, but that was because the Special Service Section was in charge of suppressing the evil spirits.
Otherwise, just the Echo Erosion leaking out was enough to give the officers at the scene a hard time.
Going all out in action and successfully resolving the situation to return home safely for dinner is the norm.
Two detectives, one in black and one in white, venturing deep into the gang’s lair, firing several pounds of bullets and then staging a half-hour car chase—those are movie plots.
No one could handle doing that every day.
On the way back to the police station, passing a bookstore, Chen Yuguang went in and bought the book he mentioned—In this book, the Last Emperor, in his own words, introduces the kind of dire living conditions in which Fusang people lived in the past.
By doing this, he emphasizes how arduous and not easy the current happy and stable life of the naturalized Fusang citizens is.
The intent is good, except that the descriptions of heretical rituals in the Shogunate era in the book are so thrilling and bizarre that many experts believe they are completely fabrications or, to put it another way, malicious slander deliberately created for political propaganda.
There are three specific descriptions of the crimes of the Holy Grail Church.
For instance, cooperating with the General of Shogunate, they kidnapped witches from various shrines and engaged in Gu-raising-like sacrifices to attempt to create Yamata Orochi from Fusang mythology.
The witches were forced to drink liquor mixed with the blood of Ancient Gods, and those who failed died on the spot, transforming into uncontrollably growing deformed flesh.
The Church would then extract new drugs from this deformed flesh and force the surviving witches to continue consuming them.
There’s also during the wartime, when they planned to use mortal bodies as vessels to summon eight million deities from Takamagahara to descend to the world.
The specific method was similar to the scene inspected by Wang Yunxiao and his colleagues today: dismembering pure girls and reassembling them into a “Mother Nest” that fosters Ancient Gods, which of course they called the “Holy Grail.”
Ordinary people were killed as sacrifices and thrown into it to rebirth the so-called “offspring of the Ancient Gods.”
Lastly, there is the “Merciful Salvation Army,” which, in the name of curing diseases and saving lives, abducted a large number of civilians for horrendous human experiments.
These included, but were not limited to, draining the body’s moisture, observing the body’s rejection response after sewing on limbs from others, testing the body’s limit endurance under extreme heat and severe cold, and so on.
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When this autobiography of the Last Emperor was translated and published openly in the country, it caused quite a stir in the society.
Most reactions were disbelief, while some people didn’t believe it at all.
At that time, a prominent scholar published an article in the newspaper denouncing the book as nonsense and fabrication.
“Fusang People are indistinguishable in appearance from our countrymen, sharing the same East Asian bloodline, they are hardy, hardworking, educated, and reasonable.
How could they be as evil and terrifying as described in the book?
“This book must be written by someone forcing the Emperor or writing on behalf of the Emperor, just to justify the Great General’s (later the President) military conquest of Fusang and his violent suppression of the local people, and to glamorize the crimes of invasion.”
“It’s obviously propaganda written by flatterers trying to kiss the boots of the Great General, amateurishly done, not professional at all, If you asked me to write it…
Of course, I don’t mean that.
If you asked me to write, I definitely wouldn’t.
I am just saying hypothetically…”
The historical intrigues of the Fusang Restoration era detailed in this book didn’t concern Wang Yunxiao much.
What was truly important was that the evil sacrificial rites of the Holy Grail Church recorded in the book were almost identical to the scene he witnessed today.
It’s also fortunate that Chen Yuguang studied history; otherwise, with the experience of Wang Yunxiao and Gao Shan, they really wouldn’t have been able to recognize the roots of this matter.
The pit that was Qian King’s Mansion already involved the Cuojin Sect, Tianle Workshop, and Longevity Sect; now, with the appearance of the Fusang Holy Grail Church, Qin Xiangdong’s head had swollen even larger.
How is one supposed to investigate this?
Just how many old lovers do you still have?
Wang Yunxiao suddenly remembered that Old Master He seemed to know a lot about Qian King’s Mansion, so he quickly invited him over.
Old Master He originally didn’t want to get involved in the affairs of the bureau; he felt that having been a thief his entire life, now in his old age, he had to turn white and help the People of the Official Residence solve cases?
He couldn’t afford to lose face if his old friends from Jianghu World heard about it and laughed at him.
So, aside from guarding the door, he would ignore all other matters, pretending to be invisible.
Qin Xiangdong could understand his complex feelings, so he had never troubled him before, content with the thought that having an elder at home is like having a treasure.
By paying him a salary to have this old thief stay honestly under his watch, it was a happy situation for everyone.
But this time, things were different.
Qin Xiangdong laid it all out frankly to Old Master He, “Old brother, you’re an old Jianghu who has lived through that chaotic era.
I know Jianghu People have their own codes, and it’s embarrassing to ask about other matters, but this time it’s different, involving the Fusang People.
Shouldn’t you lend me a hand, elder?”
Old Master He took a puff of his cigarette, waved his hand, and said, “The Fusang People are nothing to fuss about; don’t take them too seriously.”
“Let me tell you, after the President suppressed Fusang, there really was a group of wandering Fusang samurai who, under the banner of restoration, flooded into Tianmen.
They indeed got involved with Qian King’s Mansion and even invited Old Master Wang to Fusang to become the Emperor of Heaven.
Discussing it now, it all seems like a joke.”
“But this Holy Grail Church you’re talking about, we in the Jianghu World call them the Blood Cup Sect, and they’re really not the same as the Fusang People!”
Chen Yuguang didn’t quite accept this, “It’s written in the history books, and even the Fusang People admit it…”
“You little brat, how many years has that history textbook of yours been around?
When I was dealing with the Fusang People, Tianmen didn’t even have a printing press yet!”
Old Master He blew a puff of smoke in his face, causing him to cough repeatedly.
Turning back, he smiled at Qin Xiangdong, “Director Qin, if you take my advice, don’t bother with these peripheral cats and dogs.
Just go straight to Qian King’s Mansion and raid the place; it’s not the first time they’ve been raided anyway.”
“And what about the Blood Cup Sect?”
“You can’t handle them.”
“I’d like to give it a try!”