Although he lamented about how troublesome it was, his face didn't show much worry. Since it had already happened, complaining about it was useless. Instead, he began to think about how to deal with it.
Refusing to admit anything was a basic operation. Pretending to be ignorant and maintaining the image of a recruit was also a must. As long as Lieutenant Colonel Satoni couldn't find the corpse, he could only be considered as missing. Furthermore, he couldn't be 100% sure that he was the culprit. After all, everyone was a marine, not a pirate. The necessary discipline and reason still needed to be discussed.
"Furthermore ….. this matter isn't all bad, there are still places where I can exploit it!" Yarlin wrung the rag in his hand dry, his eyes flashing with a sinister calculation.
When an average person encountered such an accident, they would have lost their head in panic. Outstanding people would try their best to remain calm, and would quickly think of a way to destroy the corpse, cutting off all clues and extricating themselves.
To use an inappropriate analogy, the former would be impulsive murder, after the murder, they would lose their head in panic and end up in jail. The latter would be a planned murder, after the murder, they would methodically destroy the corpse and continue their normal life.
But apart from these two, there was a third type of person that was even rarer. This type of person was usually extremely daring and cunning. They wouldn't simply commit a simple murder, but would deliberately expose themselves to the police at a certain time, to achieve their own more secretive and unknown plans.
Yarlin obviously belonged to this last type of person. Right now, he wasn't just thinking about how to destroy the corpse, but was also thinking about how to exploit the hidden benefits of this sudden accident. Furthermore, he would reasonably use this accident as a part of his plan, in order to push forward the final process and result he wanted.
This type of person, in the long night of history, would usually be synonymous with a common name – Ambitious and ruthless!
Right now, the most important thing was to dispose of the corpse. Yarlin stared at the corpse that had already stiffened, revealing livor mortis and a rancid smell.
He stripped the corpse of its navy uniform, smashed its limbs, curled them into a ball and stuffed them into a sack. Then, he sprayed paint on it. This was half a bucket of paint left over from the last time he painted the recruitment area. He had brought it back casually, and now it was just the right time to cover the smell of the corpse.
Tying the sack tightly, Arlen went out to the town and bought a new lock. Then, he waited in the house until it was dark. He dug a deep hole under a tree behind the house and buried the sack in it. Then, he stomped the dirt on the top of the sack until it was very solid.
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Number 153 & * … ce471, represents my code in Navy Branch 153. My name is Csónitz, 21 years old. I joined the Navy three years ago and am now a second-class soldier.
Things started about 10 days ago. Oh, right, I almost forgot to tell you about my situation. I am a soldier directly under Lieutenant Ferris. The so-called directly under him means that I have to do whatever he wants me to do, regardless of whether it is my duty as a Navy soldier or not.
Every day after completing the soldier's training, I have to serve him at all times. I have to serve him tea, pour water, clean the house, and even run errands to buy cigarettes. When Lieutenant Ferris is in a good mood, he will give me some Bailey. When he is in a bad mood, I can only treat the cigarette money as if it was my own.
But the truth is, I am actually a person who doesn't smoke. Lieutenant Ferris is usually in a bad mood. He is a follower of Young Master Berroumebé.
Berroumebé is the only son of Colonel Monca. Although I don't understand why Berroumebé didn't join the Navy, it doesn't change the fact that Berroumebé is a special existence in the Navy Branch 153. No one dares to offend this young master. Even Lieutenant Ferris can't go against his will. So, he was fortunate enough to be chosen by Young Master Berroumebé and became his follower.
Of course, I think Lieutenant Ferris is very unwilling. He climbed to the position of Lieutenant with great difficulty, and it wasn't to be ordered around by Young Master Berroumebé.
As a result, my situation is very bad. Every time Lieutenant Ferris is angered by Berroumebé, he will vent his anger on me for various reasons. He will often beat and scold me. Recently, I don't know why, but the frequency has gradually increased. More and more bruises appear on my body. I am really afraid that if this continues, one day I will be accidentally beaten to death by him.
I have tried to resist, and I have also tried to report this to my superiors. However, all of my efforts were like stones thrown into the sea. No one paid any attention to me. I feel as if I am in a desolate darkness. The people who come and go have cold faces. No one is willing to give me a hand.
Numbness and despair suffocate me. I feel as if every breath I take is burning my pain. I am angry, resentful. I want to kill Lieutenant Ferris. However, I am a coward … Every time I think I have the courage, when I finally face him, the coldness and fear will wake me up. Even if I kill him, what will happen? Will I be welcomed with freedom and happiness?
No, it will only be a cold execution. Since I am going to die anyway, why should I resist? Maybe one day Lieutenant Ferris will find his conscience and let me go? Even if it doesn't work, as long as the frequency of my beatings is reduced, I will be able to survive.
I hypnotized myself like this. However, in the depths of my heart, I was bitterly praying. I was praying for a god or a demon to hear my prayers and save me, or to set me free.
Then, ten days ago, fate began to change. It was so quiet and unintentional that it was only now that I gradually realized that God really did descend.
This is a dark room, similar to an old abandoned warehouse. In the middle of the room, there is a circle of four-legged stools. Approximately thirty people wearing strange masks and navy uniforms are sitting together, quietly listening to the masked navy man in the middle tell his story.
The voice continues, from the gloominess at the beginning to the fear of despair, and now it is hoarse and excited. The atmosphere in the dark room is heating up.
"… Just the day before yesterday, a voice asked me if I wanted First Lieutenant Ferris to be tried. I replied, and yesterday, I received confirmation that First Lieutenant Ferris is dead!"
His hoarse voice was shivering in excitement. The breath around him seemed to be suppressed and fanatical. "Ferris has been judged, and God has pulled me out of the abyss of desperation. I feel the beauty of breathing again. My cowardly body and soul have found support. I will not be scared anymore!"
"I am Csónitz!"
The voice under the mask slowly calmed down, and then he gently took off the mask on his face. He looked at the masks around him with fearless eyes and said in a deep voice, "I took off the mask because from this day onwards, I have officially become a member of the Freemasonry, and I swear to defend it with my life."
"Yes, we are the Freemasonry!" Several people around him took off their masks and swore in unison, "We will defend the glory of this place with our lives!"
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