"My name is Qian Shizhong, and I am the XX of a town under the jurisdiction of Qishui. Hong Daihai wanted to promote red grass planting bases in rural areas, but I disagreed at the time. I grew up smelling the smell of medicinal residue. His surname is Hong
Don’t I still know what that wine is? I can’t control how you sell wine, but it’s impossible to plant thatch on a large scale. What if it is exposed one day, what will happen to the fields planted with thatch? Is it okay?
Planting crops? But I didn’t expect that he actually went to the village chiefs and branch secretaries of more than a dozen villages below, and jointly petitioned the city to dismiss me. I couldn’t get angry, so I tried every means to cause trouble for him. It just so happened that the provincial government had recently
The leader of the company wants to come down for an inspection... I know that Hongmao's employees are not clean, but I think I have some face and connections, so he doesn't dare to do something to me. I didn't expect..."
In the first coffin that was opened, the "prisoner" was an old man in his fifties or sixties. Perhaps he had not been imprisoned for a long time, and the little old man still had some energy.
As soon as he opened the lid, he jumped out with a "ouch" and sat on Fang Dun'er, grabbing the bunch of stray hairs and scratching and beating him. Yang Sanli next to him was afraid that Li Changan would be displeased, so he actually grabbed Fang Dun'er.
Dun'er's hand prevented him from fighting back, and even hurt him a few times.
But after all, the old man was old and frail, and he had been locked up for a long time. He only relied on his anger to support him, and after a few beatings, he became limp and lost his strength.
Li Changan had enough of the excitement, so he pulled him away and briefly explained the ins and outs.
Together with the Taoist priest, he coldly urged them to continue "opening the coffin".
"My name is Cao Xiaofang, and I am a local farmer in Qishui. I have given birth to three children. The youngest son is the smartest, most promising, and the pride of the whole family. But my youngest son has been missing for ten years. He has never been seen alive or dead.
The police couldn't find the body, so I went to look for it myself. I went to Yao'er's friends and asked them one by one. Finally, I found out that he used to work as a contractor at a local construction site, and the boss defaulted on his wages.
I took my co-workers to make a fuss, but as soon as they started making a fuss, they disappeared... Behind me, there was a man named Yang who offered me 200,000 yuan to shut up. Not only did I quit, I also wanted to go to Peking and visit Shang, and I wanted to kill the murderer.
Go to jail! But as soon as I entered the train station, I was caught by a group of people wearing 'Secret Service' badges, and they put me in a van with the words 'Anyuan Security' on it..."
The second "prisoner" was an old lady. I don't know how long she had been imprisoned. She had been tortured to the point of becoming thin and inhuman. Her hands and feet were stiff and unable to stretch out due to long-term curling up. It was Yang Sanli and the two of them who worked together to drag her out of the cell.
Even so, she still howled and tried to bite the two of them with her teeth.
"My name is Zhang Jie, and I am a pet doctor. One night in the middle of the night, someone suddenly knocked on the door and asked me to go to the emergency room. When I got there, I realized that I was going to treat Hongdaihai's dog. In Qishui, the pet industry
Everyone knows that Hong Daihai loves dogs and spends a lot of money to buy many expensive breeds. He raises all of them as sons, but... I put his son to death. They said that I was not good at medical skills and dared to come out to cheat.
, you want to lock me up and educate me..."
The third "prisoner" is a middle-aged woman. Judging from her clothing and jewelry, she lives a quite reserved and elegant life on weekdays. However, being detained in the dark not only soiled her clothes, but also destroyed her dignity.
As soon as she came out of the "coffin", she knelt down at Yang Sanli's feet and kowtowed to him.
"Mr. Yang, I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong!"
…………
Every time a "coffin" is opened, a crime is unearthed.
Yang Sanli's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and his movements were getting slower and slower. This was certainly not a sudden discovery of his conscience, but... he couldn't help but glance behind him.
The room was dark without lights, damp and cold, and there was a lingering stench that wouldn't go away.
The light from the corridor shines in from the door, projecting a blurry strip of light.
And in the shadow outside the light, there are some vague shadows.
That is the "prisoner" who was able to escape from the "coffin".
They have stayed in the dark for too long and are extremely sensitive to even the slightest light source. The dim tungsten lights in the corridor can make their eyes hurt.
Therefore, they just huddled on the edge of the room, huddled in the shadow where the light was not available, sitting or standing, standing around, silent, staring coldly at the two people's every move.
Like a group of evil spirits spying on living people.
Yang Sanli thought like this and couldn't help but take a big breath of cold air. The cold air penetrated from his lungs into his heart. He couldn't help but move his steps and stood in the light.
But this comfort was still not enough. He couldn't help but look at his companion, Fang Dun'er, and was surprised to find that this bastard boy kept his head cocked and his mouth kept moving, and he listened carefully.
"It's none of my business. I just joined last month. It's none of my business..."
Yang Sanli's teeth started to itch after hearing this.
It’s none of your business? Is it none of my business?
He wanted to go up and slap her, but he didn't have time to act on it.
"Why stop?"
In the darkness, someone was urging me coldly.
He didn't dare to refute even a little bit, so he dragged Fang Dun'er and quickly opened the next "coffin".
…………
As soon as the No. 17 compartment was opened, a strong sour smell spurted out.
The two quickly moved their steps and got farther away.
But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement in the grid.
The two had no choice but to hold their noses and step forward, working together to drag the people out of the grid.
The situation on the 17th was very bad.
He was unconscious and out of breath. His clothes were dirty and had a strong stench. He also had several serious bed sores on his skin, which were as big as a sea bowl and as small as a teacup. They were ulcerated, oozing pus, and turned yellow. Maggots were vaguely visible.
Squirming under the rotten flesh.
If it weren't for his weak breathing, people would probably think that he was already a corpse.
Only when Yang Sanli and the two of them worked together to pull him out of the "coffin" and put him into the light, he let out a squeak and his eyelids fluttered violently.
Immediately, a few hands came out of the shadows and dragged him into the darkness.
Yang Sanli's face went numb when he saw it, and he quietly stepped away, grabbing Fang Dun'er and lowering his eyebrows together, and stood there without moving.
"Why stop?"
It was still the same question.
The two looked at each other, and in the end, Yang Sanli managed to put on a flattering smile.
"The grids are all open."
Darkness another voice.
"Aren't there a few more?"
This question caused another layer of cold sweat to break out on Yang Sanli's forehead. He glanced slightly behind him. The stone wall inside the room was moist and smooth, and reflected a layer of hazy light. Above it,
The six tightly closed large iron lids are particularly conspicuous.
He carefully replied:
"That's sealed."
"Why seal it?"
he was speechless
Why is it closed?
Isn't it because you bunch of unscrupulous people can't help but seal it up? It's dead, rotten, smelly, rotten, and the grid is hard to take care of. You even don't bother to take care of it, so you just seal it up and turn the fake coffin into a real coffin. Nice picture.
Is it convenient?
Anyway, this stone wall is quite spacious.
If it's not enough, it's just a matter of drilling a few holes.
But he never dared to say these words. He knew that the truth was a trigger aimed at him, a spell to release hatred. If he said it, the dozen "evil ghosts" would rush up and tear him into pieces.
.
As a result, he became even more reserved and dared not speak.
For a moment, the room became quiet, and the only sounds were the faint screams coming from the hall, and Fang Duner's endless repetition in a low voice.
"Don't care about me. Don't care about me. Don't care about me..."
In this delicate confrontation.
Cold sweat oozed out drop by drop on Yang Sanli's forehead. Within a few seconds, he couldn't hold it anymore, so he just repeated cowardly:
"Sealed."
But.
"Clang."
Two crowbars were thrown over and hit the concrete floor under his feet, making several crisp sounds.
"pick it up."
The muzzle of a gun poked out from the darkness, giving off a cold halo in the light that filtered in from the corridor.
Li Changan's voice sounded immediately, his attitude unquestionable.
"Pry open."
…………
"Bang!"
The sealed iron cover suddenly opened with the combined efforts of the two people.
Suddenly.
Another stench poured into the damp and cold air.
It's just as disgusting as the stench emanating from No. 17, but completely different.
The former is the smell of sweat, excrement, and pus mixed together and fermented.
The latter is both like a large number of severely rotten eggs and a strong stench caused by the accumulation of a large amount of excrement. Li Changan is very familiar with this smell. In short, it is corpse odor.
This time, Li Changan finally took action.
He stepped out of the darkness and walked to this grid.
Fang Dun'er and Yang Sanli were like cats that had bumped into a mouse. They were about to run away from each other, but as soon as the muzzle of the gun flickered slightly, their movements froze and they came closer again with reluctance on their faces.
.
San San called out.
"Mr. Li."
The Taoist priest paid little attention to them and only looked at the "coffin" that had reappeared in the world.
There was no light in the room, and it was even more difficult to see clearly inside the grid. All that could be seen was a blurry shadow, buzzing and squirming inside. It was a swarm of flies that had been disturbed but could not go away.
Li Changan frowned, and the iron cylinder in his arms trembled.
The flies in the "coffin" surged like crazy and swarmed out, but they avoided Li Changan and only flew out from the edge.
But this time, Fang Dun'er and Yang Sanli next to them were in bad luck. They were filled with flies when they met.
for a while.
I just listened to the two people "bah bah".
But at this time, Li Changan picked up his mobile phone, brought out the flashlight, and shined it into the "coffin".
The crowd in the shadows suddenly became a little commotion.
Fang Dun'er had just vomited out the last big green-headed fly, and inadvertently raised his head and glanced at it. His face suddenly turned pale, and he held on to the stone wall as he retched violently.
But there were a large number of brown insect shells scattered in the "coffin", and in the middle of these insect shells was a highly decomposed corpse. It was curled up in the corner, and the flesh outside its clothes was covered with dense white and plump maggots.
Maybe it was stimulated by the light.
The maggots on its face fell like rain, revealing the white skull and remaining black and red flesh underneath.
The Taoist priest didn't say anything. The scene in front of him was already familiar to him, but he never expected to see it in modern society.
He raised his cell phone.
"Click."
Took a photo.
"Close it."
Yang Sanli, who was also vomiting, seemed to have received an amnesty. He hurriedly put the lid on the coffin together with Fang Dun'er. However, without calling for fresh air, the Taoist priest's next sentence made him feel as if he was mourning for his heir.
"Next."
…………
The situation of this "coffin" is much better than that of the previous one.
There were no buzzing flies, no dense white maggots, and even no lingering corpse odor.
There was only some tattered cloth wrapped around a gloomy white skeleton. The only strange thing was probably that there were a few dried dead rats scattered inside.
"what happened?"
Li Changan glanced over coldly.
"You still play tricks like rats eating people?"
Yang Sanli was shocked and quickly waved his hand to explain.
"No! No! We just want to make people submissive, we don't want to kill people..."
In desperation, his explanation was somewhat incoherent. The Taoist listened to it for a while, sorted it out again, and finally understood it.
It turned out that the management here had been negligent for a while, and the dead people had not been dealt with for a long time. Somehow, some little mice were allowed to get in through the vents, built a nest inside, and grew up and became fat by eating dead human flesh.
But he couldn't get out. Later, when he was discovered by the guards, he simply sealed them together in a cell and kept them company with the rotten bones.
So, there was this scene before us.
After hearing this, the Taoist priest still said nothing and just took another photo.
"Next."
…………
This time it was just an ordinary mummy.
Curled up in the stone coffin, motionless.
But there was a wailing sound in the darkness, and a figure seemed to be rushing towards him, but as soon as he took two or three steps, he staggered and fell to the ground.
Yang Sanli felt a sudden change in his heart and immediately felt chills all over his body.
He glanced at Li Changan quickly and covertly, but saw that the other person's face was buried in the shadows, but his eyes seemed to emit some chilling light.
The look in his eyes set off alarm bells for him, but his legs failed him and he couldn't take a step forward.
I waited anxiously for a long time.
I didn't wait for the gunshot, I just listened to that sentence.
"Next."
He breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
…………
When all the grids were opened, the eyes of the "prisoners" gradually adapted to the light.
"How is everyone's health?"
The person Li Changan asked was an old man in his fifties or sixties.
This man's name was Qian Shizhong. He had only been imprisoned for two or three days. Compared to the others, he was in the best mental and physical condition. He also claimed to be an old Chinese medicine practitioner. Li Changan asked him to make a simple diagnosis on everyone.
"It's not all good, especially the young man on the 17th, he needs to be sent to the hospital quickly!"
The Taoist priest nodded.
"There's a van outside."
"but……"
The old man still looked worried, and he pointed at the two people huddled in the corner, trying to reduce their presence.
"How do they handle it?"
The Taoist priest understood what he was thinking.
Illegal detention of dozens of people and resulting in the death of many people. If this matter is exposed, it will be a major case that will shake the world! As long as the victim does not let go, the Hongmao gang will definitely be finished from top to bottom.
But if we want to go to the hospital, Li Changan is probably the only one who can drive. Even if there are a few people left, depending on their physical and mental conditions, they may not be able to handle Yang Sanli. If Yang Sanli and others are allowed to escape, or contact their accomplices,
The other party will definitely try every means to destroy the evidence.
So, wouldn’t the victims suffer in vain?
"fine."
Li Changan smiled.
"They can't run away."
…………
The "coffin" that had just been vacant suddenly had a new tenant.
Under the coercion of the Taoist priest, Fang Dun'er and the two of them stuffed their companions who were wailing or fainting into the "coffin" one by one in the spirit of "the dead Taoist friend will not die the poor Taoist". Of course, Li Datou was also indispensable.
If I stay asleep all the time, I will suffer less.
But at the end, the two of them discovered to their embarrassment that there was only one vacant grid left, the smelly No. 17, and they were the only ones who had not been stuffed into the grid.
Yang Sanli looked at Li Changan imploringly.
But the Taoist priest only raised the muzzle of his gun, and the meaning was self-evident.
In desperation, he could only turn his head to look at Fang Dun'er fiercely.
Isn’t it that the underlings in mixed society are used to block the blame at critical moments? This is the critical moment!
Fang Duner had the intention to refuse, but Mr. Yang still had power, so in the end he could only pinch his nose and get into the grid consciously.
Yang Sanli breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and he could hear it in his ears.
"You go in too."
Later.
Then I vaguely heard the sound of vomiting one after another.
…………
Hongmao City.
An office of the police investigation bureau.
"Get out of here!"
A roar spread throughout the entire police station, and immediately, the door slammed against the wall, and Yuan Xiaochuan pushed the door open angrily.
There was a "No Smoking" sign beside him, but he lit up a cigarette and wandered back and forth on the corridor like an enraged and violent beast, glaring wildly like knives in his eyes, forcing everyone who wanted to get close to him back.
When Li Changan lost contact, he realized it immediately.
problem occurs!
He instinctively went to the police station and applied for the deployment of police forces to carry out search and rescue operations.
But the other party told him that since he had been missing for less than 24 hours, it was against the rules and the case could not be filed.
He retorted that Li Changan went to Fengshun Village and investigated Hongmao Company. This was a special critical situation.
But the other party actually said: Fengshun Village is not a bandit den, Hongmao is not a gangster, and it cannot be considered a special situation.
Fuck you, is Fengshun Village a bandit den? Is Hongmao a gangster? Don’t you know?
The more Yuan Xiaochuan thought about it, the more anxious and irritable he became. He simply threw his cigarette butt on the ground and planned to go to Fengshun Village alone to find out what was going on.
At this moment, the phone suddenly rang.
He took out his cell phone and looked at it. His face was filled with surprise. He quickly connected the phone and cursed:
"Lao Li, where did you go? You didn't even answer the phone..."
"What is it?"
His voice suddenly rose, then lowered, and he quickly walked to a deserted corner, holding his cell phone in his hands.
"All the witnesses and evidence are there?! And there are photos? There are also surveillance videos!"