The Underworld Detective

“She's here... she's here..." Brother Yu is still playing dumb with us, deliberately delaying the time, so angry that I bit my teeth and was ready to use Pluto's eyes on him again.

Song Xingshen took a vial out of his arms and threw it at me. "This is my aunt's dream break! Dedicated to interrogating enemies trained in torture. ”

I opened it and broke Brother Yu's jaw to force him to inhale it. Brother Yu started out with a hard mouth. "Brother, what is this for me to inhale? Is it not at all high? ”

“What are you most afraid of!” I asked.

“What am I afraid of...” Brother Yu's eyes suddenly panicked: “Dad, I was wrong, don't burn me with an iron, please. ”

Song Heting's special dream dissipation is really more easily implied, more intense and more carved than the physiological fear created by the eyes of the Pluto, by suggesting the psychological fear dug out from deep in the memory.

I yelled at Brother Yu while it was hot: "Tell me where she is, or I'll burn you with an iron! ”

“Ah... ah...” Brother Yu shielded his face screaming like a punished poor child: “Build Warehouse 23 East Road. ”

I stood up and shouted, “Song Xingsheng, I'll call Inspector Hou and tell him to come over and stay. ”

Song Xingsheng said: "No, it's too dangerous, I have to be with you! ”

I know that Song Xingsheng is too busy with my safety. I had to call Inspector Hou to briefly explain the situation and ask him to bring someone here.

Brother Yu was also immersed in the strong psychological fear implied. Song Xingsheng knocked his knife sheath at the back of his head and passed out. As for the other, he was already unconscious because of the pain, and the bald-headed foot kicked too hard, and I saw some sticky liquid seeping between his legs.

I asked the three girls to wait here for the police, who, although reluctant, knew we were going to save lives or agreed. Song Xingshen actually touched a dirt gun out of his arms. He took it from the traffickers and gave it to them to defend themselves. He also told them how to use it.

When I left the building, I found that the ground floor was almost describable as "corpses all over the place", with knocked down little brothers, almost nowhere to fall, many people were cut off their feet or hands, and were in shock and coma because of excessive blood loss.

I said, "Do you want to consider replacing your weapon with a"? ”

Song Xingshen replied: “I will not make that. I have been a knife since elementary school. The sword has no eyes. ”

“Make excuses! ”

When I laughed, I called Officer Hou and told him to send more ambulances, how many in the county, and how many blood bags to prepare.

We rushed to No. 23, East Construction Road, bald head strong on the road was burning, reading Chu Yan's name like a lost soul, when we came to the agricultural product warehouse, we found the door unlocked, bald head strong without talking, an arrow rushed in.

I thought there would be some bald tears coming from the warehouse, but there was nothing around and there was nothing to worry about.

What's in the warehouse? I didn't dare to look. I stood at the door and took a few deep breaths before walking in.

There was a smell of blood in the house and leftover food residues, bottles and cigarette butts were thrown on the ground, and it appeared that four or five people had stayed here. Bald head stunned against a beam, there was a severed rope on it, seemed to have been used to tie someone up, there was a water stain on the concrete floor just below, it was actually a sweat stain, as if Chu Yan had been hanged here constantly tortured, cold sweat infiltrated the ground.

In addition to sweat, there are spots of blood, and some sunlight tube fragments, and it looks like the guy is telling the truth!

Barehead pressed his head wildly and kept saying, "This is not true! It's not true! ”

“Calm down. Maybe she's still around.” My heart ached like a knife, but I had to comfort him.

Bald head ran to the back door, behind the warehouse was a large field, and he shouted to it: “Chu Yan... Chu Yan... where are you? ”

We followed closely, and I noticed traces of the vehicle passing here. The wheel mark was deep. It seemed that there were four or five people in the car, and the bald head was ready to go into the grass to look for it. I said, "Don't look, people have been taken away! ”

So we followed the tire tracks, and we walked all the way to the suburban wasteland. Hope is faint. We're almost on the road, but people can't run cars, and they're probably far from here.

When I was thinking about it, there was a bright light in front of me, and I saw an SUV parked under a acacia tree, and the people in the car stood on the side of the road peeing and smoking, and there were four men in total.

I heard two of them talking...

“How come Brother Yu hasn't heard from you in half a day? Could it have been planted? ”

“Must be this woman's accomplice! Mom, clean her up somewhere else. You have to pry her mouth open. ”

Naked and angry, he rushed up and yelled: “I'll kill you! ”

I couldn't stop him at all. I had to ask Song Xingxing to help him quickly. Song Xingxing went into the grass next to him like a leopard. Those people heard movement and pulled a dagger out of their waist. Two of them took a dirt gun. They aimed at the bald head and were shot in the wrist by two stones before they could shoot, dropping the gun on the ground.

“Who?”

Song Xingsheng suddenly came out of the grass beside him, the Tang knife in his hand frantically chopped three people. I was afraid that he would kill them all, running and shouting: “Stay alive! ”

He came close and found that his knife didn't come out of the sheath.

When I and my bald head rushed to the front of the car, all four traffickers fell to the ground and moaned. Bald head couldn't take anything at the moment, rushed over to the car door and pulled a sack of hemp out of the back seat, which was clearly a girl's lean body shape and was infiltrated with blood.

He reached out to lift, and I drank, "No! ”

This could be a way for traffickers to torture Chu Yan, tear her whole skin, wrap her in a bun, and tear her skin off hard.

"Chu Yan, are you still alive? Are you still alive?”

The sack slightly moved, and I saw this little girl being tortured by these scumbags. I hung my heart like a knife, called Officer Hou, told him to send an ambulance, and then sent him the location.

Before the ambulance arrived, I held Chu Yan with my bare head and kept talking. I questioned the people. One of them was an old monkey mountain cadre, the remaining three were small brothers, received orders from his superiors, said that someone had been messing with them lately, so he used his eyes everywhere to find Chu Yan, of course, they did not know the true identity of Chu Yan, and in torture, Chu Yan did not reveal a word.

I used my dreams to ask the guy named Kaigo who was their superior, Kaigo said the superior's name he didn't know, he only knew the nickname Sun Monkey.