The Underworld Detective

I told Naked to get out of the car and tell them about this discovery. Naked asked excitedly, "Brother Song, how do you know? ”

I pointed to the broken glass on the ground and said, "This is a simple alarm. Chu Yan didn't wait until Xia Shiyang at the time of the appointment, but she didn't dare to stay here all the time. This place was too conspicuous, so she thought of a compromise! Get an alarm here and hide yourself in the vicinity. If you hear a noise, look this way and see if it's Xia Shiyang. ”

“That makes sense. That makes sense! ”

The bald head held his hands close to his mouth and shouted. I stopped him. Don't be too tense at the moment, don't rule out abduction and trafficking groups or King Jing's men nearby.

I looked around, and there was a field on the right side of the bridge, a hill on the left, some trees on the hill, and I could see a house. Chu Yan's temporary hideout must have a great view and be very hidden. That little house is obviously the best choice for the surrounding area.

I made a gesture and walked there.

Xiaoshan was not very good to climb. Song Xingsheng said he would go up and take a look first. One of the runners rushed up. About five minutes later, a rope was thrown down and Song Xingsheng revealed his face from the edge: “I found it nearby. ”

I pulled the rope a few times and it was sturdy, so I climbed up one after the other.

The cottage is just ahead and seems to be a woodsman's cottage. We walked over, and in silence, the fallen leaves on the ground were all particularly loud. The door was locked from the inside. Song Xingsheng slipped the tip of the knife into the door and slowly provoked it, then unlocked the door.

Since the door is locked from the inside, it means there's someone in the house!

Bald stretched his hand around the wall, and I said, "Don't turn on the light! Remarkable!” He had to light his cell phone.

The furniture in the house was all made of wood, but it was messy, as if it had been abandoned for a long time, with a row of pottery cans on the floor and some millet on the shelf. I have heard that in some places, there are huts like this in the woods, where food and water are placed for the passers-by to rest temporarily, and people in this accommodation spontaneously replenish food and water for the convenience of other travelers.

We walked into the inner house, and there was a bed, and the mattress had rotted. Chu Yan sat in the corner opposite the bed, his head crooked, his face pale, at first glance like a broken doll.

My heart twitched, and from the dirt on her, you can imagine what she had been through before.

“Xiaoyan!” Naked and shouted, he jumped over and knelt down. He swayed Chu Yan in his arms, sniffing his nose with his bare hands. "Song, she's dead. ”

I used to break her eyelids and looked at her pulse with my bare hands and said, “Don't be afraid, it's just a fake death! ”

Chu Yan had a rubber ring around her neck. I touched it with my hand and found an electrode on her skin. This thing was used to stimulate her from the state of fake death, but I didn't know if it was broken or dead. Plus Chu Yan was too tired, so I sat here in the state of fake death.

I searched her, and she had a cartoon bag in her waist with a medicine bottle, a cell phone, a dagger, and a small square box.

We don't have anything to wake her up at all right now, and bald asked her if the battery would work, and I shook my head and said, “That kind of electricity doesn't make ordinary people feel, let alone wake a dead person up. ”

Chu Yan is now like a power-off machine, all the functions have stalled. Of course, she still has some faint oxygen in her body to protect her brain from death, but it has always been dangerous, and fake death can turn into real death.

I had to get her body up and running, and the first thing I thought about was CPR, and I was afraid of being naked and taboo, and I said to him, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to breathe artificially and leave it to you! ”

“No!” Skinny refused categorically: "I'm a crude person who doesn't understand anything. I'll only kill her, or Song, will you grasp it even more? ”

I nodded and asked him to flatten Chu Yan, and then I started CPR. I kept pressing Chuyan's chest and exhaling from mouth to mouth into her lungs, trying to restart her lungs, but it didn't work at all.

His bald head looked strong and a cold sweat burst out of his head.

Song Xingsheng suddenly asked: "Young Master, can you use necropsy? ”

That reminds me, yeah, we can release the current from her body to stimulate her, and I'm excited to say, "Do you still have a needle? ”

“There are needles, but not magnetic needles. ”

I stood up and said, "Maybe there's a magnet in the appliance. Look! ”

I looked outside and found a tool box under the cabinet with a magnet to adsorb the nails. I overjoyed, rubbing the needle on it constantly to make it magnetic, then went back to the bedroom, asked bald head to lift Chu Yan up, I found several points in the vertebrae to tie it down.

When the last needle fell, Chu Yan's body twitched, and the necropsy was still effective for the dead, let alone the living? Only she still didn't breathe, I told bald head strong to hold her shoulder from behind and hold her in a sitting position, I pressed her chest with my hands constantly, suddenly Chu Yan suddenly took a breath backwards, heart and lungs running like a restarted machine, eyes slowly opened, pupils began to regroup.

“Wonderful!” Bald head shouted excitedly.

I advised him not to speak too loud, reached out and pulled the needle behind Chu Yan and let her lie down flat. A few minutes later, Chu Yan's face gradually became bloody. In the dark, she didn't know who saved her. She asked softly: "Siyang? Is that you?"

“No, it's me!” I replied.

“This voice... Song Yang... brother? Where's Siyang? ”

“She's dead, don't worry, she's not guilty.” I lied.

Hearing her friend's death, Chu Yan revealed his grief and suddenly reached out to me, I held her in my arms, so that I could hold her for a while, until her emotions were calmed down before I let her go.

Bald lifted his phone up and lit his face, and he smiled hip-hop and asked, "Little sister, remember me? ”

“Remember... you're the big bald guy who's always wandering downstairs in my house, and Dad says you're a punk.” Chu Yan replied.

“Ha ha, I can't believe I remember!” Bald Joker is out of control.

“How did you get here?” Chu Yan asked.

I laughed: "Like Tang Monk, he walked 18,000 miles and went through 9981 difficulties to find you. By the way, it was this bald-headed mighty uncle who pulled me and this big brother together to find you when he found out you were missing. ”

Chu Yan smiled lightly: "Thank you. But you don't have to come. I won't be long. ”

“What nonsense!” Bald head drinks.

“My medicine...” Chu Yan reached out and touched her waist bag. I took it out for her and shook it: “No. ”

Chu Yan lay back on the floor and said calmly, “Looks like I'm going to die today. ”