"Quick, call everyone in, don't stay outside."
One or two rats may not mean anything, or they may be rats in the detention center itself.
The people in the special office did not dare to take it lightly and loudly urged them to get in quickly.
Zhao Sen was not surprised: "Although the environment in our detention center is not bad, there is still no way to avoid rats. Your comrades from the province may not be used to it, but for us, this rat is quite friendly. …Ouch, holy shit, it bit me.”
Zhao Sen covered his feet and shouted.
Before everyone could recover, numerous rats, one, two, three, and countless others crawled out from the dark corners of the streets and alleys, and from the sewers.
In the rainy and foggy street lights, more and more rats were swarming towards them like a tide.
"Quickly retreat and return to the detention center."
With the help of several detention center criminal police officers and escort personnel, everyone successfully returned to the detention center and closed the big iron door.
That iron door seemed to give people an unparalleled sense of security.
The villagers, who were still breathing heavily, vented their dissatisfaction and panic: "That dead girl must be back again."
"Comrade police, she wants to kill us, you have to protect us."
"Yes, yes, comrades police, arrest her quickly. It's best to shoot her."
Zhao Sen was amused by these people's ignorant and ridiculous remarks.
"I told you, do you think the judicial institution is run by your family?"
Zhao Sen glanced at the files of these people when they were handed over.
Human life case.
Multiple life cases.
Rape plus torture.
The reason they are still in the detention center is because someone outside is trying to kill them, and the case has not been completely settled yet.
When the dust of the case is settled, everyone here is considered involved, and no one among them can escape.
"Comrade police, we are good people."
"We have been farmers all our lives. Why should we come to the detention center when those women live in a guest house?"
"You tell my mother-in-law to come back and squat while I go to stay in a guest house."
Zhao Sen rolled up his sleeves: "Try calling me one more time? Are you uncomfortable with what the guards who dislike me do? Open the door and throw them out to feed the rats."
"No, no, no, we were wrong."
"Please don't throw us out."
"We dare not speak."
"Your place is very comfortable, extremely comfortable."
A group of villagers began to cry and howl again. They were typical bullies and afraid of the strong.
Zhao Sen glared at them angrily and took the phone: "Hello, Chu Qin."
Lao Qin said something to Zhao Sen on the phone.
He nodded seriously: "Don't worry, I will persist until you come."
Then he hung up the phone and made a few more emergency calls.
They were given to the city's fire brigade, the Four Pest Control Office, and the street general office.
They all gave me some sleep, and they all got up in the middle of the night to kill mice.
As a result, most of the civil service system in the northwest took action in the middle of the night.
A group of tough men rushed toward the detention center, roaring, carrying rodent extermination tools.
Inside the gate of the detention center.
A group of people squatted inside.
Look at the door from time to time.
"Why are they silent?"
As soon as he said this sentence, like a signal, the chirping sound outside exploded in everyone's ears.
"Old, the mouse has climbed over the wall, I have a mother-in-law."
Someone looked at the mouse that fell from the door and screamed in fright.
If there were just a few mice alone, no one would be afraid.
But what if you are facing an endless army of rats with no end in sight?
No one is afraid.
The mice stepped on their companions' shoulders and climbed up chattering.
They climbed over the large iron gate of the detention center and rushed toward the villagers hiding under the corridor.
"do not come."
"Get out of here."
Several villagers approached the outside, with several black rats crawling on their feet.
The next second, everyone screamed.
The teeth of the black mouse are very sharp, as if they have been specially ground, sharp, white, and cold.
Take one bite.
Through the old and muddy canvas shoes, a large piece of flesh from the toes was torn off.
The dripping blood stimulates the rat's ferocity.
More rats swarmed up.
It only took a few minutes from the time he screamed until he was dying and finally lifeless.
The detectives over there who were beating the mice didn't react at all.
The villagers had already been bitten to death.
"Wang Sima is dead."
Several gray-haired old men were frightened. They pointed at the tragically dead villagers and shouted. Their voices were hoarse and sharp. Their chests were heaving violently and they couldn't breathe. There was a sound like a cracking bellows pulling in their throats, and then they rolled their eyes. , the whole person fell down.
But these mice did not let them go. Instead, they seized the opportunity and swarmed them.
The sound of rustling and biting flesh makes one's scalp numb.
A large amount of blood spread down the steps.
Zhao Sen's voice was tight: "Everyone, run inside, hurry up."
These villagers have no training and are as terrifying as demons when facing the weak. But in the face of these irresistible rats, they were weak and afraid, trembling like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The ground was littered with dead rat corpses.
But the rats still rushed forward one after another, fearless of life and death, tireless, stepping on the corpses of their companions and attacking people.
In just 10 minutes, the villagers retreated again and again.
Retreat from outside to inside.
Rats surrounded them.
The people from the special office took out the talisman, murmured something, and stuck it on the door and window at the entrance. A faint light flowed and bounced away the mice that rushed towards them.
There was a respite for those in the house.
"Woooooooo, Wang Sima is dead."
"Why didn't you take out the talisman earlier?"
"Yes, if it had been taken out earlier, Wang Sima would not have died."
"You did this on purpose, right?"
"As a police officer, how could you do this?"
"Yes, you have to compensate us."
"Those elders are also dead, and we are dead."
"We want compensation."
"You must give three thousand yuan to each person."
"Yes, I must give it."
Among the villagers who narrowly escaped death, some people seized a good opportunity to "make money".
Immediately received a fierce response from a group of people.
Zhao Sen was sweating heavily on his head, and a large piece of flesh on his arm was torn off by the rat.
The clothes were wet with blood.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter.
The blood condensed into ice, which stung him terribly.
With cold eyes, he looked at this group of people who were not grateful to be alive and had no regrets at all. He pulled off a piece of cloth from the curtain with one hand, wrapped it around his palm and made it look like a fist. He strode over and faced the yelling one. The person, "Duang", knocked him over directly.
