Human civilization, regardless of the time period, space, or whether there were historical records, as long as the structure of society was initially established, it would inevitably fall into layers of bureaucratic encirclement. The Federation, which had more than a dozen habitable planets and a large number of resource planets, was no exception. Due to the large population and the expansion of the territory into space, this bureaucratic encirclement appeared to be even thicker.
An official mail package from the second police station in the capital of Hexi State in the Eastwood Region embarked on its long journey under the encirclement of bureaucratic encirclement. Oh right, before it departed, it was stamped by three departments in Hexi State and went back and forth twice between the aviation department and the logistics department before it boarded the spaceship to the capital ring.
Three months later, this official mail package arrived at the administrative planet of the capital ring, which was also the place the Federation people called Shang Lin. It lay quietly in a clean and tidy box, sitting silently in the corner of the car. After leaving the airport, it traveled all the way through the express highway between the green forest and beautiful buildings. After four hours, it arrived at a government agency outside the capital.
The information receiving department of the Seventeenth Research Institute of the Federation signed the receipt, then categorized the package and put it on an automatic document transmission belt. Accompanied by the slight sound of the machine, the package numbly passed through the passage between the walls and entered a well-lit office.
A deputy director of the department saw the package on the table. He pushed his glasses up curiously and looked at the unfamiliar address on the package. He frowned for a long time before he remembered that this somewhat familiar handwriting was written by a distant comrade.
Old Bao has been in that godforsaken place for more than a decade. I'm afraid he has become muddle-headed. The deputy director thought in his heart. He received an email from Deputy Director Bao three months ago, but now he had forgotten the seriousness of the other party's request.
Why does the police station need the research institute to verify the evidence? How much does it cost to send it from Eastwood? This kid is not afraid that the committee will say that we are wasting the taxpayer's wealth … The deputy director shook his head with a headache and pressed the communication device on the desk.
A researcher wearing silver glasses walked in. His hair was white, and it seemed that he had been in the Seventeenth Research Institute for a long time. The middle-aged researcher looked at the deputy director and asked, "Director, what's the matter?"
"Hmm … Here is a piece of evidence sent by the Donglin Police Headquarters. The request for identification is also in the package. Take it to the lab and have a look," the deputy director said casually.
The middle-aged researcher glanced at the official mail package and found that the signature was not from the Donglin Police Headquarters, but from the Second Police Station of Hexi State. He immediately understood. According to the level of the police station in the state, it was very difficult to be qualified to apply for the appraisal of the Seventeenth Research Institute. It seemed that the deputy director had accepted the personal request, but since the other party had used official channels, it was naturally not convenient for him to ask more.
"Which aspects do you want to appraise?" The middle-aged researcher took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at the package carefully. He asked, "Is there a time limit?"
"No." The deputy director waved his hand and recalled the contents of the email. He said, "The main thing is to compare the craftsmanship and see if it has anything to do with the Special Task Force or the military. The villagers in Donglin are very worried that this thing came from the military."
The middle-aged researcher smiled and did not say anything. He turned and left the room.
The next day, he returned to the office and reported the results of the previous day's appraisal to the director. "There is no code in the core material, so it shouldn't have come from the military. However, the craftsmanship does have something to do with the military. I think it's a replica made in Bermuda."
"Hmm." The director asked, "There's nothing strange, right?"
"No."
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Just like that, Deputy Director Bao completed the appraisal request reluctantly. After receiving the official reply from the Seventeenth Research Institute, the deputy director still could not confirm whether the figure in the night was a Federation agent.
The metal stun baton that had been appraised was repackaged together with the package and the application for identification. It was then placed in the huge underground storage room of the Seventeenth Research Institute. Its historical mission seemed to have come to an end at this moment. According to the Federation's regulations on evidence, if there were no major accidents, it was destined to quietly stay in this huge gloomy, dark, and quiet storage room for the rest of its life. It would never be able to leave again until it was gradually forgotten by people.
One day, two days. One month, two months. It stared at its companions who shared the same fate as it in loneliness. It did not know how many years it would have to stay in this place. Fortunately, the Federation's conditions were good. It did not have to worry about being covered in the dust of history and annoying spider webs.
The river of time moved forward silently. It was the spring of the 65th year of the Constitutional Era. It had been two years since the stun baton arrived at the Seventeenth Research Institute in the capital ring. Suddenly, a thin hand picked it up again.
Chen Yijiang, a student who had just graduated from the National Shanglin University, passed the Federation's recruitment and entered the Seventeenth Research Institute. Then, he was sent to the storage room to manage it. This new employee who was still passionate was obviously not corrupted by the stale bureaucratic atmosphere. He still maintained his curiosity about things.
He had been in the storage room for forty days. He was in the middle of recataloguing the evidence. Then, he saw the transparent vacuum bag and the metal shaft inside the bag.
"There's actually a stun baton hidden in the crystal screen. Interesting." Chen Yijiang laughed. Then, he began to register the evidence. However, after the registration, he did not put the evidence back in its original place. This was because he especially liked to make small things by himself in school. At this time, he felt that this evidence was very interesting, so he was interested in studying it.
As the research deepened, it was normal for the Federation to re-examine the evidence. However, no one was willing to do this kind of extra work without overtime pay.
Three days later, Chen Yijiang, whose eyes were full of joy, finished a paper and posted it on the research institute's website. The title of the paper was "Structural Characteristics of Evidence Number: AW3278". Naturally, such a boring paper sank to the bottom in an instant and did not attract any attention.
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In a particularly quiet area in the capital of the Federation, there was a department with the highest security level in the Federation. From the balcony of this department, one could see the building of the central management committee of the capital and the president's administrative palace in the distance. However, none of the staff in black suits who were in a hurry would cast envious glances in that direction.
This was because they were the staff of the Bureau of Proclamation and shouldered the most glorious mission of the Federation society.
In the core area of this building, in an empty room, a two-dimensional information display light screen was flashing non-stop in mid-air. The most sophisticated computing and searching ability of human civilization allowed the images on the light screen to flash by at a terrifying speed. No one could see the content on the light screen with the naked eye except for the central control computer that was performing the computing and searching.
Countless streams of data in the Federation society were being selected and analyzed here. Whether it was the struggle between the various political parties or the offensive posture of the anti-government army, all kinds of information were being gathered here. Of course, the most important information now was in the West Woods area. No one knew if the Empire would start another war.
Suddenly, the images on the light screen slowed down and stopped on a picture. The picture was a screenshot of a small paper written by a researcher. Then, the light screen showed the location where the evidence number AW3278 was stored.
Alarms began to sound in the most secure Bureau of Proclamation in the Federation society.
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