Chapter 1250: The Suiren Clan Also Belongs to Huaxia

After Zhigui stomped his feet in anxiety a few times, he hurriedly said, "Alright, I'll go over and take a look first. You hurry and notify the Public Security people to go over, and also the King's side—you quickly send someone to tell him too, to see how this should be handled."

After saying this, Zhigui trotted all the way there, not even thinking that he should have taken an ox cart; as a Minister, he still had that privilege and could use an official vehicle anytime, anywhere.

The sky was growing dark, and except for some departments, everyone had already finished work. Fortunately, Public Security had people on duty every day, so the Ministry of Public Security could still dispatch people now.

Once they heard someone had died, there was no help for it; they could only call a forensic examiner to go over and take a look first, then have two police officers go together to handle the registration. However, because the identity of the deceased was a bit special, for a moment they didn't know how to arrange things.

There were forensic examiners, after all; in the current Huaxia City, it wasn't that clear and safe, and everyone still had a bit of wildness in them. Although it didn't reach the point of major crimes like robbery, things like brawls and domestic violence still happened often, because human nature is just like that. Only after receiving enough education can one, to a certain extent, reduce the occurrence of these crimes and suppress the evil of human nature.

The forensic examiner was just an ordinary doctor, but to meet the demand, just like a human doctor turning into a veterinarian, ordinary doctors were forced or volunteered to turn into forensic examiners, mainly to conduct injury assessments and cause-of-death determinations.

Because they had seen so much, their ability in this area was already stronger than Baifeng's. Baifeng had even praised them for this, hoping they could record their experience in writing so that it could be compiled into books later for future generations to read and learn from, and also to cultivate more forensic examiners faster and better.

Baifeng returned home and spoke with Yulong about today's discovery; both were a bit pleasantly surprised. They hadn't expected to find so many good things on the land of the Suiren clan, and they were already discussing plans to send Artisans to the Suiren clan to build blast furnaces and then carry out large-scale smelting of Bronze Ware.

At the same time, they would cultivate more Workers and Artisans, learn the Suiren clan's bronze casting technology, and hand over some of Huaxia's needs and tools to the Suiren clan to produce. After all, casting was much faster than forging, and bronze tools were just as sufficient as iron farm tools.

As for the Shoumin who had contradicted Baifeng, Baifeng did not care at all. Who would care about a meaningless person? Baifeng would not care.

So when someone reported that the person who had been punished had committed suicide, Baifeng was only a little startled. He hadn't expected this person's character to be so unyielding, but it was nothing; if they were dead, they were dead. Baifeng just said he knew and didn't say anything else.

Seeing that Baifeng remained silent for a long time and just kept eating, the person couldn't help but ask, "King, then, then how should his matter be handled?"

Baifeng retorted with a question: "Does this need to be asked of me? Go find the people from the Ministry of Public Security and let them follow the procedure. They have so much experience already, why are you still asking me?"

"But, but, King, he is a person of the Suiren clan!"

Baifeng set his chopsticks on his bowl and said, "The Suiren clan? Isn't the Suiren clan a part of Huaxia now?"

With these words from Baifeng, everyone immediately knew how to handle it. Wasn't this just a simple suicide case? It was truly nothing worth mentioning.

Just as he was about to leave, Baifeng called him back: "He died in someone else's house, right? Then make sure the compensation for that family is done properly. How can someone die in their home?"

"Tell the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Revenue that they must handle the compensation issue properly!"

"Yes, King!"

The person muttered to himself, what is wrong with the King? He doesn't care about the dead person, so why is he thinking about compensation?

However, he wouldn't overthink it; whatever the King said was what it was, and he would just go and convey it as instructed.

The sky had gradually turned dark; it got dark very early now, and it wouldn't be long before the sun set. By this time, the courtyard was already crowded with people. Neighbors who were originally nosy had come to watch, but they were all kept at a distance and not allowed to get close.

Zhigui arrived first, and he was truly covered in sweat.

"Oh my, Chengqie, what, what is going on here? How did he suddenly die?"

Chengqie said very calmly, "He just couldn't get over something for a moment and committed suicide. It's not a big deal; sorry to trouble Minister Zhigui to make a trip."

"Oh my, little City Lord, what are you saying? This is my job. I have already had people notify the King and the Public Security people; I expect there will be arrangements soon."

Zhigui pointed at the surrounding people and said, "It's so cold, and it's so late; hurry and let them go inside. The canteen is already preparing food, and it will be delivered directly in a moment."

Reminded by Zhigui, everyone felt a bit hungry. Chengqie himself also felt a bit hungry; too much time had been wasted.

The servants dared not disturb the scene, so they didn't replace the firewood and grass, but they had already prepared dry firewood in the courtyard, ready to be replaced at any time.

Soon, the Public Security people arrived. Zhigui and Chengqie welcomed them. After the forensic examiner observed the deceased's injuries and the weapon, and heard the witnesses' descriptions, it was confirmed that this was a suicide case.

The case analysis report had already been written. According to normal procedures, they only needed to issue a death certificate now to take the person to the cemetery to be buried. However, because of the special status of this person, they hesitated to make a decision and could only wait for orders to come down.

Zhigui and the others didn't dare to leave, and Chengqie also explicitly stated in his words that he would not hold anyone responsible and would not cause any trouble for anyone. The Shoumin was dead, and there would be no more issues.

Such a statement was exactly what Zhigui and the Public Security people needed. At least they would feel much more at ease, and whatever happened next would involve much less trouble.

Fortunately, they didn't wait too long before Baifeng's handling instructions came down. There were only two sentences: First, the Suiren clan belongs to Huaxia, and the Shoumin are also Huaxia people.

Second, do a good job with the compensation for the homeowner; absolutely do not leave behind any hidden dangers or conflicts.

Baifeng's instructions were just that much, and Zhigui and the Public Security people immediately understood what Baifeng meant.

The Public Security people quickly filled in the paper and then asked Chengqie, as the person in charge, to sign: "Now that the deceased has no family, we can only have you, as the leader, sign on his behalf. It is now confirmed that the Shoumin died by suicide, with no other questions."

"Once signed, the case is closed. We will issue a death certificate. Because you have no one here, we will leave two people to send him to the cemetery. Tomorrow morning, have your people come over to dig the grave and then bury him."

"Oh, of course, if you want to cremate him and take the ashes back, that is also no problem at all. Chengqie, what do you think?"

Chengqie signed his name very readily: "Just bury him here. Huaxia is a good place. If I take him back to the Suiren clan, I don't even know where his ashes would end up later."

"Then the case is closed. It was really too much trouble for you to make a trip."

The case was completely over, everyone was happy, there were no problems, and there were no aftereffects. One only needed to treat the Shoumin as an ordinary Huaxia person. Now was not the past; the Suiren clan was not an ally, and this was no longer a diplomatic incident. It was just because of everyone's inherent thinking that they hadn't been able to think clearly for a moment. Now that they had thought it through, what an easy matter it was to solve.

After the Public Security people helped with some work, they left immediately. Chengqie arranged for a few people to take advantage of the last bit of twilight to send the body to the cemetery. The few disabled men at the cemetery, leaning on crutches or working with one hand, actually gave the Suiren clan people a big fright.

But this was the benefit of Huaxia; even if you were disabled, they could find you a leisurely job watching the cemetery. People who had already walked on the edge of death, how could they be afraid of the dead? Now that another one had been sent over, to them, as long as it didn't stink too quickly, it was fine.

Zhigui also hurriedly arranged for the servants to replace the grass on the kang. There was no time today, so they would just have to make do for the night. As for the replaced grass, they would just burn it in an open space.

The canteen also pulled two large carts of food over. Zhigui and Chengqie arranged for everyone to eat dinner, and the atmosphere finally eased a little. It was just hard on Zhigui; they had borrowed the house, and now that someone had died inside, how were they supposed to explain it!

This subsequent compensation and the rebuilding of the kang were all a series of troublesome problems. It was truly too unlucky.