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Zhao Wujiang squatted down and looked at the floor beneath him.

The floors are all made of wood, with a dark brown color.

He could feel that when he squatted in this place, the air flowed from all directions much faster.

Then the underside of the wooden board must be empty and the space is not small.

But he didn't know how to open the floor, so it was impossible to destroy it vigorously, right? If it really doesn't work, it can only be done.

He began to walk to the wall, observe along the wall, and look for the joints of the floor.

Finally, he found the edge of the floor that was connected to the place where he was standing just now on the other side of the silver box, and then he pulled the edge and slowly lifted it up.

"Bang...bang...bang..." The floor made a rhythmic sound, as if it was forced to be unveiled by a huge force.

After two breaths, a big hole appeared behind Zhao Wujiang, which was dark and dark, like a big mouth devouring people.

Zhao Wujiang held an oil lamp in his hand and slowly approached the big hole. He found that there were steps inside, spreading downwards.

He took out the fire from his arms, blew it gently, and threw it down. The fire shone, bringing some vision to Zhao Wujiang, and then returned to darkness.

He took a deep breath, held the oil lamp in his hand, and slowly went down the steps.

As soon as he stepped into the big hole, the howling wind blew up inside, and Zhao Wujiang walked in step by step.

Within a few breaths, he reached the end, and a stone door appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

He groped on the wall and found a small hole.

He inserted the bronze key into it and turned it a few times, and the stone door slowly opened, and he stepped into it.

There is a secret room in the stone house. Zhao Wujiang Chu estimated it briefly. It was less than 20 square meters, but there were many boxes or cloth bags piled up in the secret room.

He stepped forward and picked up a three-foot-long wooden box and slowly uncovered it.

Inside are manuscripts, recording the transactions between Chen Anbang and an official during a certain year, month, day, and time.

Crime diary? Zhao Wujiang thought that Chen Anbang might leave some evidence, but he did not expect that it would be the diary.

He quickly scanned one by one and found that the year involved started five years ago and continued to the previous few days.

In other words, Chen Anbang has been corruption and abuse of power since at least five years ago.

Zhao Wujiang folded the manuscripts, and some of the officials involved in the matter recorded on it were no longer in office, or were demoted, retired, or buried in loess.

But many other officials are still in court.

He picked up another wooden box, which was obviously a few circles short, only about one foot long.

He opened the wooden box, and there were also manuscripts inside.

Zhao Wujiang picked up and glanced quickly, his brows getting tighter and tighter. What was recorded on it was the evidence of the corruption of the Minister of Revenue in the past few years, ranging from disaster relief funds to raising silver to wars, to supporting water conservancy and repairs to selling tribute treasures, etc.

Just the evidence above is enough to make the death of Zhang Tui, the Minister of Revenue, more than a hundred times.

Zhang Tuizhi and Lin Ruhai care so much about the house search, probably just to obtain these evidences of crime... Zhao Wujiang slowly breathed, and he opened one wooden box after another, which contained various evidence of crime, including

Officials of all departments, big and small.

Daxia was weak and the inside was even more decayed and crippled with holes. Zhao Wujiang shook his head, leaving him with the last wooden box, which he slowly opened, and inside was an account book.

This surprised Zhao Wujiang very much. The records on it were all about Chen Anbang's own purchase of various things with money from corruption.

Chen Anbang made records on it without hesitation, and he even bought a pen.

Shouldn’t this kind of thing be done by the accountant or the housekeeper? Zhao Wujiang felt puzzled. Is Chen Anbang so common for writing diary records too often?

He slowly put down the account book, closed the wooden box, and opened the cloth bag on the other side.

In the cloth bag, there are two tips and a wooden box.

What about you put this doll? Zhao Wujiang complained in his heart that he opened one of the tips and found that there was a token inside.

The token is only the size of a palm, and looks like a cube. It has been grinded in a curve in all directions, and it looks like a circle at first glance.

The sky is round and the place? Zhao Wujiang thought in his mind that there was no handwriting on the front of the token, but there was a painting engraved in the seal, and there was a lifelike Tenglong in the painting.

Behind the token, there are four words written with dragons flying and phoenix dancing - Qianlong in the Yuan.

What is this? Zhao Wujiang was puzzled and stuffed the token into his arms, then opened another tip.

In the tip is a folded letter.

Hum? Could this Chen Anbang be a man who has a heart to smell the roses? Zhao Wujiang slowly opened the envelope. When he saw the first sentence, he suddenly stood there.

I saw it said:
Chapter completed!