"Neighbors, everyone line up and stand still. No need to rush or push. There's a free slap for everyone."
Whitesnake spread his arms and gestured about, as if directing traffic.
At Whitesnake's instructions, a group of samurai carried the petrified rebels and citizens to the city center and arranged them in two long rows. Then Whitesnake spat into his hands, clapped them together, and jerked his chin at Lin Qing.
"Just watch."
Whitesnake set off at a run.
A continuous string of smacks rang out, like firecrackers going off during the Spring Festival. As he ran past, disc after disc popped out. The samurai following behind hurriedly caught them, sealed them in black bags, and labeled each one so they could be returned to their owners later.
The samurai stored all the memory bags together in a safe. A dedicated memory-reading institution had already been established behind the scenes, staffed by fifty legal experts. Based on the memories they read, they would write up recommendations for appropriate handling.
To ensure fairness, Lin Qing wrote a "command" into the minds of all fifty legal experts:
They were required to uphold the law impartially and, after completing their review, erase the memories they had seen.
At the same time, the Land of Wind established an investigative team to look into the backgrounds of those killed by the rebels and determine whether they had been heinous criminals or innocent victims.
Once the perpetrators' memories had been reviewed and the victims' backgrounds confirmed, there might still be complicated discussions and sentencing. The whole process could take a long time.
After all, it involved the lives of tens of thousands of people and the families they left behind. There was no such thing as being too careful.
Lin Qing's role in the entire process was