Flowers, Swords and France

After meeting with His Majesty, the Prime Minister decided to summon the Minister of the Interior to give instructions.

After receiving the summons from the Prime Minister, Minister of the Interior Tanleger-Duchart did not dare to neglect it at all, and rushed from the Bovo Square where the Ministry of the Interior was located to the Duke's official residence as quickly as possible to wait for the summons.

After handling other official business, the Prime Minister's secretary called the Minister from the waiting room into the Prime Minister's office.

The fat minister walked in quickly with a little nervousness, but fortunately he did not make too much noise because of the thick carpet. Then he saluted the Prime Minister gently and carefully found a seat to sit down.

Although he knew that the minister had come in, the Prime Minister was still busy reviewing a pile of documents placed in front of the walnut desk, and next to his right hand was a pile of documents that he had reviewed and signed, waiting to be taken away by the secretary and sorted at any time.

After signing several documents, the Prime Minister still did not look up, but said directly.

"Your Majesty is very angry today - for your latest report."

"Your Excellency, I guess... I guess you have also told Your Majesty about the difficulties I am facing..." The very nervous minister scratched his bald head subconsciously. "We have also tried our best... Those royalist rebels are too cunning..."

"Well, I mentioned it to Your Majesty, but it didn't reduce Your Majesty's anger very well." The Prime Minister suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at the minister, making him shudder, and then his eyes returned to the documents. "This is also easy to understand. Most people will inevitably get a little angry when they hear that the police machine they spend 30 million francs to maintain every year can only give the answer of 'those rebels are too cunning...'"

"Is Your Majesty really that angry?" The Minister of the Interior took a breath. "Will it...will it..."

"Don't worry too much. After my persuasion, His Majesty's anger has temporarily calmed down, especially considering the hard work you put in planning and directing this operation... He finally forgave this mistake." After using His Majesty's name to hit the other party, the Prime Minister began to appease him.

The minister breathed a sigh of relief.

"But this does not mean that he will tolerate it in the future." The Prime Minister used another sentence to arouse the other party's tension. "So you must work harder and complete the task in the future."

"Yes, definitely, definitely." The minister who had survived a small crisis promised repeatedly.

"But, Tanleger, I have always been unable to figure it out..." The Prime Minister suddenly stretched out the sound.

"What do you mean you can't figure it out?"

"Why are the police who can catch Castan and Kovanel so helpless when catching other living people, watching them disappear without a trace?!" The Prime Minister's tone was filled with more questioning.

[Castin was originally a doctor. In 1823, he seduced the widow of a wealthy notary and then secretly poisoned the notary's two sons with morphine so that he could get the notary's inheritance by marrying the widow. In the end, he was hanged after his crime was exposed, becoming one of the most notorious murderers in France in the 19th century]

[Pierre-Covanier was arrested in 1800 for banditry and sentenced to fourteen years of hard labor. In 1805, he escaped from prison to Spain, then changed his name to Count of St. Helena, and then joined the Imperial Army and became an officer due to his military exploits. After the Bourbon Restoration in 1815, he transformed himself into a fanatical royalist, was valued by the government, and was promoted to lieutenant colonel. In 1817, he was recognized while participating in a military parade and escaped again. He was arrested in 1818 and continued to serve his sentence. He died in prison in 1831. Because of his experience, he became one of the most famous bandits in French history. 】

A trace of pain flashed across the minister's broad face, making it sad in an instant. "Mr. Prime Minister, let me tell you the truth. We have two types of police: political police and judicial police. We have never lacked judicial police. Some of them are smart and some are strong, and they can easily deal with this or that criminal; but what about political police? We are too short of them! The traitors are all subordinate to certain political groups. These political groups are all cunning. Senior figures almost never show up in person to commit crimes. If we don't catch them on the spot, we can only watch them disappear! Sir, we are too short of gardeners who can detect the whole flower, so we can only get some flower stalks, and if we are unlucky, we can only get a few stumps!"

"This reason will not make your majesty happy." The Prime Minister replied calmly.

"So I strongly suggest that we should distinguish between general criminal case investigation and political case investigation, establish a pure political police force, and train some professionals to dig deep into the traitor organization."

The Prime Minister pondered and did not speak.

The minister continued to persuade. "Mr. Prime Minister, there is no doubt that we are the most powerful shield of the dynasty. And our enemies are everywhere! Let alone the royalists, which of those radical republicans, those anarchists, and those Bonapartists can be ignored? Any negligence will bring unimaginable disasters to the dynasty! In the face of this situation, shouldn't we spend a lot of effort to repair this shield and make it more useful?"

"This suggestion makes sense." After a moment of thinking, the prime minister accepted the minister's advice and continued to question. "But it doesn't directly help the current situation. Do you have any way to reverse the situation at present?"

"This..." The minister suddenly hesitated.

The Prime Minister suddenly raised his head and looked straight at the Minister. Only when a marshal faced tens of millions of corpses on the battlefield and remained calm could he develop such a cold and terrifying look.

In the imperial era, he led troops to invade Spain and Portugal at the emperor's command, shot a large number of rebels, looted a large area of ​​villages and then burned them down, and became a wealthy man. He looked at the innocent victims with such eyes.

"Tanleg, I believe you also know that now is not the time for us to plan for the future in peace. What we need is practical work and action."

The Minister was a little scared by the Prime Minister's stare. He lowered his head to avoid this terrifying look.

"Of course we will take action."

"For example?" The Prime Minister asked slowly.

"This time, we destroyed several secret nests of the royal party and captured or annihilated many rebels. In fact, it is also a big victory..." A few drops of sweat flowed across the Minister's forehead, but the Minister did not notice it at all. "In addition, according to the intelligence we have obtained from our investigation, the Republicans and Bonapartists have also been stirring up trouble recently, often holding secret meetings to seek rebellion..."

"I know without investigation that they are stirring up trouble every day to seek to overthrow the dynasty. The key is when, where, and how they intend to carry it out! If we don't know these, how can we destroy the other party's conspiracy?" The Prime Minister interrupted the minister coldly, "Or do you think you can use these nonsense to perfunctorily get me?"

"Sir, of course I don't mean that!" The minister can now be said to be sweating profusely. He stood up from his chair in a panic and tried to force a smile on his face. "After a period of investigation by my people, we have obtained a considerable amount of intelligence. We can also monitor some secret societies and organizations to a certain extent..."

"To a certain extent?" The Prime Minister's tone finally softened a little, but still with a hint of doubt.

"Definitely not perfunctorily for you." The minister smiled and looked at the Prime Minister flatteringly. "I just told you that we lack specialists, but that doesn't mean we don't have talent... Today I've brought you a specialist in this area, a... Yes, a gardener, a gardener who can grow flowers and pull them out!" He even tried to make a few gestures.

The peddler's treasure-giving tone made the Prime Minister smile, but his expression was still very serious. "Really? Then let this gardener come in."

The Prime Minister shook the bell rope on the desk, and a secretary came in.

"Call in the person brought by the Home Secretary. I want to see him." He gave a brief order.

"When investigating the Royalist Party before, this gentleman shined and made great contributions. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have so much and so clear knowledge of the Royalist Party. Although the final action was a bit regrettable, this gentleman's contribution should not be forgotten." After the secretary left, the minister kept praising his subordinate, hoping to use this to restore his image in the Prime Minister's heart.

Listening to these exaggerated compliments, the Prime Minister's heart was a little daunting, but he still had a little expectation.

The visitor was quickly brought in by the secretary, and then he saluted the Prime Minister humbly.

The original text is in the 6 # 9 @book/bar!

His pale face was slightly wrinkled, but it seemed that it was caused by long hours of thinking. He still didn't look very old, about thirty years old. The gray hair on his head was neatly combed, and the drooping hair almost covered the brown pupils. It seemed to be mocking fate. Although the forehead was motionless and the two eyes below often blinked, there was no expression, just like the eyes of a plaster statue, pretending to be alive, the expression of the fake eyes never changed. The nose was hooked like many very cunning people, and the lips were thin. Occasionally, they would open, but they were as silent as the mouth of a mailbox.

It really looked like a bit of a person. The Prime Minister nodded secretly.

"Mr. Horticulturist, what's your name?" The Prime Minister suddenly asked after looking at him for a while.

The visitor was a little confused by the title of "Mr. Horticulturist", but his face instantly returned to a calm and wooden look. "I have many names, Prime Minister, which one do you want to know?"

Very good. Quick reaction, calm, and courageous.

"He is an orphan, abandoned by his parents at birth, grew up in an orphanage, and joined the police department at a very young age." The Minister of Police explained to the Prime Minister with a smile. "Because he needs to use aliases when performing many tasks, he has used many names, but the orphanage and the people inside generally call him Kong Ze..."

"The director of the orphanage that adopted me is named Kong Ze." The visitor added, without saying anything else.

The Prime Minister nodded gently, indicating that he had understood, and then looked at the other party.

"Mr. Kong Ze, you understand the purpose of the minister bringing you here."

In front of this compelling gaze, Kong Ze did not show any abnormality, and still nodded calmly.

"I know, because I am an excellent detective who can find out the traitors for you and His Majesty the King, and then eradicate them."

"Very good." A gleam of light flashed in the Prime Minister's eyes. "There are two types of people who can claim to be excellent in front of the Prime Minister. One is a fool, and the other is really excellent. I hope you are the latter."

Kong Ze raised his head slightly, as if it was a matter of course.

"Every industry has its own tricks and rules, but the best of them have some common characteristics, that is, sufficient confidence and calmness. It seems that you do have these two points." The Prime Minister continued, "Of course, all this needs to be proven in practice."

"Of course."

"What do you need?" asked the Prime Minister.

"I need the appointment and warrant issued by you so that I can mobilize enough forces when necessary, and I can also drive away other colleagues who are in the way when necessary." Kong Ze answered calmly.

"No problem." The Prime Minister nodded in agreement immediately. "You can get a lot from me while I still trust you. But..."

The Prime Minister looked at the detective opposite with that intimidating look again. "Similarly, if you are unfortunately proven to be incompetent, then... you will bear the consequences yourself."

"Okay."

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