Volume One, Chapter Two: The Case Details

Meanwhile, at the scene of the Music Bureau case.

Five days later, Minister of Justice Cui Guangyuan returned to this place. Flanking him were Yang Fengqing, the Chief Inspector of the Embroidered Uniform Guard’s Northern Pacification Division, and Xie Qingluan, the gifted astrologer of the Directorate of Astronomy.

Inside the Spring Garment Pavilion, Minister Cui sat in the center, holding a cold blue-and-white porcelain teacup. Before him lay thirteen case files; his bloodshot eyes were strained and his face taut as iron.

This high-ranking official, clad in a red robe with a purple-gold fish pouch at his waist, resembled a powder keg ready to explode, struggling to keep calm.

“For five days, the demon clan has struck thirteen times in our great capital, Daning. Including last night’s massacre at the Bhikkhu Nunnery, nearly a thousand victims! Lord Lu has ordered us to solve this swiftly, but the demons may strike again tonight. Lords, time is running out!”

Cui pounded the row of files before him, glancing at the two beside him with anguished grief.

The leftmost file read: “9th Year of Xuanhe, 3rd day of the 7th month, 2:45 a.m., Music Bureau massacre in the capital.”

The rightmost read: “9th Year of Xuanhe, 7th day of the 7th month, 1:15 a.m., Bhikkhu Nunnery massacre in the capital.”

Beneath the emperor’s very feet, in the city of supreme virtue, the perpetrator had committed thirteen consecutive massacres in places like the Music Bureau, brothels, theaters, and even the Bhikkhu Nunnery—each location entirely wiped out. The horror was beyond words.

Now, men in the capital had nowhere to find amusement, women lived in fear, and three brothels had closed in succession. Yet the killer remained at large. The people’s disappointment and anger toward the Ministry of Justice were understandable.

Cui, already beaten down by impeachment, faced relentless pressure from Lord Lu—known as the “King of Hell Lu”—who demanded quick resolution. The weight on his head was like a sword hanging by a thread.

Failing to solve the case would mean the ministers arriving at his home to feast on his downfall...

Yang Fengqing, the Chief Inspector of the Embroidered Uniform Guard’s Northern Pacification Division, was a burly middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and sharp eagle eyes, exuding competence. He and Xie Qingluan had just arrived that day.

After hearing the report, Yang pondered briefly and frowned: “This case is tangled and suspicious. The Ministry of Justice’s certainty that demons are responsible seems premature...”

“How can Lord Yang say that!” Cui’s beard trembled with displeasure. “This is our great capital Daning. Only demons would commit such heinous crimes without taking money. Lord Yang, do not be paranoid and hinder the investigation!”

Yang shook his head slightly, choosing not to argue: “Whether or not the culprit is demonic, committing thirteen flawless crimes means they are no fool. Such a person would not risk acting in the capital.”

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