Chapter 805: Chapter 353: The Anti-Corn Law and the Coal Mine Explosion Case (Part 2)

At Raventon’s request, the scene was kept as intact as possible, and the documents on the desk remained in the same condition as the night the Prime Minister died.

The documents on the desk were splattered with blood. From the placement, it seemed the Prime Minister was dealing with issues related to the workers’ movement when he was assassinated.

The location of the death was in the office chair.

Raventon took a black-and-white photograph from the hand of a following officer and handed it to Wu Chang, saying:

"To prevent information from leaking, the photograph cannot be taken away. It can only be viewed here."

Wu Chang and Erin looked at the photograph. Prime Minister Ron’s face was stern, his eyes firm and profound, with a high forehead and aquiline nose, exuding a solemn expression as if contemplating matters of great importance to the Stilan Empire.

He sat upright, wearing a black formal suit, seemingly prepared to attend some important event.

Prime Minister Ron in the photograph appeared no different from his usual status, except for his hands resting on the desk, which were covered in blood, and a large gear inserted in the area of his ear.

The gear disk was the size of a plate, the gear shaft pierced from the left ear and exited the right ear, passing through the entire skull.

A bloody hand seal was imprinted on the gear disk. From the hand seal’s size and direction, it seemed as though Prime Minister Ron himself inserted the gear into his head.

Wu Chang aligned the photograph with the office desk, splicing half of the desk in the photograph with the real one.

He then followed Prime Minister Ron’s gaze and discovered a sentence written in blood on the opposite wall of the desk.

"I heard the roar of the era."

Wu Chang looked at Raventon, who explained:

"This sentence is from Prime Minister Ron’s most famous speech. When he was first elected Prime Minister, he strongly supported the industrial faction in his inaugural address."

"At that time, he took out a machine, turned the gear on it, and asked others what they heard."

"Amidst the others’ confusion, he uttered this phrase, which was repeatedly mentioned afterwards: ’I heard the roar of the era.’

Wu Chang raised an eyebrow, assassinating Prime Minister Ron in this manner while fearing no one would notice, writing Ron’s words on the wall in blood.

The malice of the murderer can no longer be described with ordinary sarcasm.

Clearly, it involved a personal vendetta, and a deep-seated hatred at that.

Wu Chang circled the office desk, unable to help but frown.

Such a cruel method of killing left no resentment at the scene, which pointed to two possibilities.

One is that Prime Minister Ron’s resentment is directed and attached to the murderer, and the other is that Prime Minister Ron was unable to form any resentment.

The former would naturally be ideal. Upon seeing the other party, he could directly solve the case.

But if it’s the latter, then the situation is more complicated.

Wu Chang looked at Raventon and asked:

"What are the current investigation results of the Police Hall?"

Raventon pursed his lips, saying nothing, just widening his eyes at the accompanying police officer.

The police officer’s face turned red, his lips tightly pressed together, struggling for a while before softly saying:

"The forensic results indicate that when the Prime Minister died, he was not under extraordinary power control, had no hallucinogenic drug residue in his body, and no traces of outsiders were detected at the scene."

"Therefore, based on current clues, it is concluded that the cause of death for the Prime Minister is suicide."

Splash.

Wu Chang couldn’t hold it in and laughed out loud.

He is a player who has broken through many high-difficulty copies, trained strictly enough to maintain composure in any situation, unless he simply can’t hold it in.

Such as now, seeing the death of Prime Minister Ron and hearing the conclusion of suicide, it is hard not to laugh out loud.

The accompanying police officer’s face turned crimson but could not refute, just lowered his head pretending not to hear.

Raventon, unable to bear watching, said:

"It’s not their fault. The handiwork is incredibly skillful. Even for me, the clues I could find on the scene are limited."

Wu Chang asked, "What clues did you discover?"

Raventon looked at the accompanying police officer and said:

"You can go out first. We need to conduct a special mystical ceremony. If there is any discovery, I will inform Chief Austin."

After the police officer left, Raventon turned on the gramophone in the room.

The gramophone, a product of the industrial explosion in recent years, became popular upon its invention and is almost an essential item for every middle-class household.

The record playing in the gramophone was Prime Minister Ron’s favorite piano piece.

Raventon handed Wu Chang an earmuff engraved with mystical runes. Wu Chang glanced at it, then effortlessly replicated the same mystical ceremony, making minor adjustments before directly enveloping the gramophone.

The sound of the record was filtered through the mystical ceremony, allowing the three to faintly hear the clattering of gears turning in the piano music.

Wu Chang said, "Was the record tampered with?"

Raventon nodded, "The purpose of the gear sound is unknown for the time being, but one thing is certain, which is that the death of the Prime Minister has a hidden story."

Wu Chang retracted the mystical ceremony and asked:

"There must be a reason for assassinating the Prime Minister. Did he offend someone or was he doing something offensive before being assassinated?"

Raventon nodded and said, "Good question. There were two things the Prime Minister was doing before his assassination."

"Firstly, promoting the anti-corn law, which everyone knows."

Raventon glanced at Wu Chang and pursed his lips, "Oh, I forgot, you wouldn’t know. It seems I need to spend some time briefly filling you in on the background knowledge."

With Raventon’s explanation, Wu Chang quickly understood the origin of the anti-corn law.

The so-called corn law is essentially a trade protection policy.