Three Hundred and Forty-One Screening

In a corridor with a wooden floor in an old-fashioned building, a wooden door that had lost some paint was knocked: "Dangdangdang..."

"Come on! Wait a minute!" A woman's voice answered inside the door, and the next second, the door was pushed open from the inside, revealing a gap: "Who are you looking for?"

Outside the door are two men in suits and sunglasses, like virus cops in The Matrix. Behind the two of them, there were two staff members carrying boxes and briefcases.

"Hello! We are from a community hospital to implement Wartime Decree No. 189." A staff member behind the black suit pointed to the female colleague beside him and replied politely with a smile.

The two men in black suits didn't speak, they just held up the documents in their hands, almost sticking them on the face of the hostess of the house.

The hostess frowned slightly and took a small step back before clearing the number and badge on it. The identity certificate of the secret police standard of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, those who dare to forge are rare in Ireland Hill.

The woman inside the door opened the door helplessly and complained, "Come in... You don't need to take off your shoes."

There were two and a half children in the room, who turned out to be twins of a boy and a girl. The two children curiously looked at the staff who came in, and curiously looked at the black suits outside the door and did not enter the room, like door gods standing around the door.

"Mom? What are they here for?" the little boy raised his head and asked his mother.

"Uh... check your body, similar." Of course, the hostess has heard of Decree No. 189, and now the whole city is discussing this damned ordinance, because there is no follow-up, so everyone is not too conflicted.

It’s just that many people don’t quite understand what this screening means. Or, for what...

"Click." The female staff skillfully opened the box she brought, revealing the storage equipment inside, and took out a pen-like object from it, checked the parts on it, and then faced the closest to her. The little girl showed a smile: "Come on! Children, it doesn't hurt so much, don't be afraid."

She took the palm of the little girl who timidly stretched out her hand, and the male staff wiped a ball of disinfectant cotton balls dipped in alcohol on the forefinger of the girl's pink hand twice.

Then, the female staff member pressed the "blood collection pen" like a pen on the girl's finger, and when she pressed it lightly, the girl felt a little pain and trembled slightly timidly. .

The female staff didn't look up,

Gently squeezed with his hand, squeezed out more blood, then dripped into a clean test tube, and glanced at the window. Next, the name was marked, a number was written, and then it was put into a box with shock absorption equipment.

The male staff member beside him lowered his head to record the time and various details, and signed his name.

Then, it was the boy's turn to be blood drawn. The girl pressed the finger with the blood sampled with a sterile cotton pad, and softly comforted the little boy: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all, I didn't cry."

The girl's younger brother was also a little nervous. He gave his hand to the other party. After the other party changed the needle, he gave him another stroke.

The procedure was still the same procedure, and finally it was the child's mother's turn, who was also stabbed, and then a blood sample was squeezed out, which was recorded on the file.

"What does your husband do?" If your husband or someone in your family joins the army, there will be a plaque for joining the army specially issued by the government outside the door. If not, it means that no one in the family joined the army, so the male staff asked casually.

"My husband died. He died of illness last year." The woman replied sadly.

She has a decent job as a teacher in an urban public kindergarten. Her children also enjoy free and compulsory education in regular schools. Although the family life is not rich, it is not difficult.

Of course, because no one in the family joins the army and has no adult labor force, this family is a relatively different existence in the eyes of street managers.

Today's Alan Hill, the first-class family's door is hung with a golden plaque, which indicates that someone in the family is engaged in important technical work in the factory and is a craftsman needed by the empire.

Second-class families are military families, and outside the door hangs a black plaque with the eagle emblem of Ailan Hill. This type of family income is very good and relatively stable.

Third-class families are exempted from joining the army, which proves that the main labor force in this family is workers urgently needed by the factory, or teachers and the like, and can be exempted from military service.

The worst are those families without plaques at the door. Such families often mean that there is no labor force at home, and the living standard is often not very high.

Because of this plaque system, the nobles are also divided into three, six and nine grades. Of course, the most noble nobles are those with golden plaques hanging at the door of the house.

The worst aristocrats are those without any plaques at the door—and generally speaking, such aristocrats are often habitual criminals who evade military service.

Usually in this case, they pay a large fine and then donate a large sum of money to the army, as a way to keep young people of their own family, so that they don't have to go to the army to suffer.

Of course, such nobles are generally not very prosperous, and they are basically only sons. If it weren't for this, they wouldn't be so opposed to military service. After all, they only need to send a male to join the army, and just find a side branch.

"I'm sorry! Madam." The male staff member closed the notebook and apologized, "After a simple test, neither you nor your children have any signs of mutating into a magician."

Before the magician awakened, no one could detect the magician system in a simple way. This is the reason why the magician cannot identify in advance, so the great magus of Greiken has no way to confirm in advance whether a person is a magician or not.

However, now the entire Ailan Hill has been shrouded in magic, the forbidden area has disappeared, and mortals have begun to mutate into magicians, so Ailan Hill began to screen for magicians.

Magicians before awakening are hard to find, but magicians after awakening have a distinctive feature that is very easy to identify: once they start to absorb the magic breath, the blood will seep into the magic breath, emitting a little blue light.

As long as there is this kind of light, it can be confirmed that it is a magician. The main purpose of Alan Hill's screening is to determine the number, location, name, appearance, etc. of the magicians in his country.

Wartime Decree No. 189 was initially drawn up, hoping to screen out the magicians who might be collaborating with the enemy in the empire. However, this later proved to be a completely illogical decision.

First of all, magicians are not necessarily traitors. Many magicians have contributed to Alan Hill. These people have a higher and higher voice and influence in the empire, so that many high-level decision makers , have changed their views on magicians.

Secondly, those who are still ordinary people are not necessarily all staunch Alan Hill supporters. Some of them were also bribed and betrayed the Empire to provide cover and support for the enemy.

Therefore, the secret police of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who finally implemented Wartime Decree No. 189, discovered that whether it is a magician or not has nothing to do with whether it is an enemy or not.

However, the screening work that has already been carried out cannot be suspended. After all, some people have been screened, and some people have not been screened, which will be even more strange. So, this absurd thing continues like this.

What frustrates the Ministry of Internal Affairs the most is that a few days ago, His Majesty the Emperor issued a statement in which he confessed to all the people of the Empire that he had become a magician.

In that speech, His Majesty the Emperor called on all the forces of the world to unite and declare war on the demons and the traitors who take refuge in them.

The emperor of his own empire has become a magician. At this time, it is a bit stupid to screen a magician. Therefore, the Ministry of Internal Affairs is equivalent to saying that it has done a wrong thing, and at this moment it is in a mess.

With the expansion of the war, spies and traitors also began to increase. The pressure on the Ministry of Internal Affairs was even greater, to the point where Deans, who was in charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, became irritable.

Often spies are caught and the network is destroyed. Because Ailan Hill's weapons and equipment are getting stronger and stronger, the scale of intelligence spying in this area is getting bigger and bigger, and the investment is getting more and more amazing, and more and more people will die.

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"Someone!" After the director of the intelligence department left his office, Deans exchanged his secretary and handed the documents to the other party: "Send someone to check!"

Even if he is reluctant to expand the scale of arrests, in the face of such a big issue, he would not dare to deal with it hastily. Therefore, people have to be arrested no matter what, and they can only do what they can do.

"The identities of these deceased must be confirmed! The family members must be interrogated! All arrested for the time being! We will talk about it after the screening!" After the secretary took over the documents, Deans added.

"Catch again?" The secretary asked subconsciously, looking at Diens with a gloomy face. In his impression, a lot of people have already been arrested this month, a lot more than last month...

"I can't help it either! Who makes these bastards not afraid of death!" Diens gritted his teeth, clenched his fist and hammered it on the table, and vented fiercely: "As many as you want! Catch them all for me. Get up! Strictly interrogate them! Pry their mouths open! I want everyone to know that the family of the traitor will not be at peace!"

"Yes!" The secretary didn't dare to persuade him, he bowed his head and agreed, turned and left Deans' office.