“I recall that when you were a child, you and two of your friends went exploring in a cave, called Old Man Cavern by the locals. The entrance was only half a meter high, and you had to crouch down to enter. But inside was an enormous, dark vault, its ceiling too high for your flashlights to reach. All you could see were endless bats swishing past the beams of light. Every little sound provoked a rumbling echo from the distance. The dank cold seeped into your bones…. It’s a lively metaphor for the investigation: walking along, following that seemingly run-of-the-mill trail of clues, only to find yourself led toward places that made you afraid to believe your own eyes. As you deepened your investigation, a grand network of corruption spanning the entire province unfolded before you, and every strand of the web led in one direction, to one person. And now, the top-secret Discipline Inspection report you’d prepared for the Central Commission was in his hands! In this investigation, you’d considered all sorts of worst-case scenarios, but you never dreamed of the one that you faced now. You were thrown into total panic. You stammered, H-how did this end up in your hands, sir? The Senior Official smiled indulgently and lifted his hand to gesture lightly again. You immediately got your answer: The secretary of discipline inspection, Lu Wenming, walked into the room.

“You stood and glared at Lu Wenming. How—how could you do this? How could you go against our organization’s rules and principles like this? Lu Wenming cut you off with a wave of his hand and asked in the same furious tone of voice as you, How could you go ahead with something like this without telling me?

“I’ve taken over your duties as secretary for the year you’re undergoing training at the Central Party School, you shot back. Of course I couldn’t tell you, it was against the rules of the organization!

“Lu Wenming shook his head sorrowfully, looking as if he wanted to weep in despair. If I hadn’t caught this report in time … can you even imagine the consequences? Song Cheng, your fatal flaw is that insistence on dividing the world into black and white, when reality is nothing more than gray!”

Song Cheng exhaled long and slow. He remembered how he’d stared dumbly at his classmate, unable to believe that he could say something like that. He’d never revealed thoughts in that vein before. Was the hatred of internal corruption he’d shown in their many late-night conversations, the steadfast courage he displayed as they tackled sensitive cases that drew pressure from all directions, the deeply personal concern for the Party and the nation he’d expressed at so many dawns, after grueling all-nighters at work—was all that nothing but pretense?