When the old policeman said these words, two hours had passed since Ni Sihui disappeared.
"What should we do?" the middle-aged policeman said anxiously. He didn't know what the person who kidnapped Ni Sihui did during such a long period of time and where he took the girl.
"It's useless to be anxious. We don't know the other entrances, so we can only dig in here first and take a look."
Aunt Xue never left. There were tears on her face. She didn't dare to disturb the police in handling the case, and she couldn't enter the crime scene. She could only watch outside helplessly, with her heart full of despair and fear. If Ni Sihui disappeared, she would
How to explain to Zhang Yujie? How to forgive myself?
A small excavator was transported to the scene, and the owner of the shopping mall also came. He had no idea about the matter. He was wet with sweat when he heard about the case and learned that there was a hole under the fitting room.
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"I really don't know." The shopping mall owner said nervously: "I also rent other people's venues, you can find them."
The police ignored him and left him alone. The excavator rumbled loudly, and within ten minutes, a dark underground cave appeared in front of everyone.
"Go down and have a look." The old policeman turned on his bright flashlight and walked down the stairs, followed by several policemen. Aunt Xue quickly said: "Can I go down too?"
The old policeman thought for a while and nodded.
Several people walked along the dark corridor and found some forks along the way, but they kept going straight and soon found a dark room. When they pushed the door open, the scene inside was horrifying, with rusty iron locks everywhere.
Chains, and dark red blood that had long since solidified and dried on the ground proved that people had been imprisoned here, and more than one.
It is not difficult to imagine how many mysterious caves like this exist in the huge Guangdong, and how many people disappear in this lavish gold-selling cave every year!
The strong flashlight swept around and quickly landed on a few torn pieces of white gauze, which still looked brand new. Aunt Xue rushed over and said tremblingly: "These are Ni Sihui's clothes!"
Ni Sihui was wearing clothes made of this material when she went out on the street today. Aunt Xue definitely remembered it correctly. The faces of several policemen were gloomy. They had almost guessed what happened here.