My name is Qian Shizhong, and I am XX from a certain town under 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. Don’t I still know what the wine named Hong is? I don't care if you sell wine, but I can't do thatch planting on a large scale. What if one day it is exposed, what will happen to the fields planted with thatch? Is it okay to plant crops? But unexpectedly, he actually went to the village chiefs and party secretaries of more than a dozen villages below and jointly petitioned the city to remove me from office. I was so angry that I tried my best to cause trouble for him. It just so happens that some provincial leaders are coming to inspect recently... 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 anything to me. I didn't expect..."
The "prisoner" in the first open coffin was an old man in his fifties or sixties. Maybe it was because he had not been detained for long 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 Chang'an would be displeased, so he actually grabbed Fang Dun'er's hand to prevent him from fighting back, and even suffered a few blows on himself.
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. After a few beatings, he became limp and lost his strength.
Li Changan had seen 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 and most promising, and is also 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 into 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 emaciated. 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. out. Despite this, 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 wanted to treat the dogs in Hongdaihai. In Qishui, the pet industry Everyone knows that Hong Daihai loves dogs. He spent a lot of money to buy many expensive breeds and raised them all 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. , they 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 was wrong, I know I was 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 shone in from the door, projecting a blurry strip of light.
And in the shadow outside the light, there are some vague shadows standing.
That is the "prisoner" who was able to escape from the "coffin".
They have been in the dark for too long and are extremely sensitive to even the smallest 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 entered his heart from the bottom of his lungs. 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 squirming. 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.
None of your business? Could it be that the success is only 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 of them quickly moved and moved 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 tea cup. 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, several 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 still 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 on the inside of the room was moist and smooth, reflecting a layer of hazy light. Above it, six tightly closed large iron lids were particularly conspicuous.
He carefully replied:
"That's sealed."
"Why seal it?"
he was speechless
Why is it sealed?
Isn't it because you bunch of unscrupulous people can't help but seal it up? It's dead, rotten, smelly, and rotten. It's hard to take care of the grid. You don't even bother to take care of it, so you just seal it up and turn the fake coffin into a real coffin. What a 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 bear 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 surged into the clammy air.
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 like 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, their movements froze and they came closer again with reluctance on their faces. .
Sansan 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 barrel 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, and 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 and brought out the flashlight, shining it into the "coffin".
The crowd in the shadows suddenly became agitated.
Fang Dun'er had just vomited out the last big green-headed fly, and inadvertently raised his head and glanced, 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 huddled in the corner, its flesh outside its clothes covered with dense, white and plump maggots.
Maybe it was stimulated by the light.
Maggots rained down from its face, revealing the white skull and remaining black and red flesh underneath.
The Taoist priest didn't say anything. The scene before him was already commonplace to him, but he never expected to see it in modern society.
He held up his phone.
"Click."
Took a photo.
"Close it."
Yang Sanli, who was also vomiting, hurriedly and Fang Dun'er put the lid on the coffin as if he had received an amnesty. However, without calling for fresh air, the Taoist priest's next sentence made him feel as if he was mourning for his heir.
"Next."
…………
Compared with the previous one, the situation of this "coffin" is much better.
There were no buzzing flies, no dense white maggots, and even no lingering corpse odor.
There was only some broken cloth wrapped around a gloomy white skeleton. The only weird thing is probably that there are a few 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 turns out that the management here has been negligent for a while, and even people’s deaths have not been dealt with for a long time. Somehow, some little mice got in through the vents and built a nest inside. They grew up and became fat by eating dead human flesh, but they couldn't get out. Later, when the guards discovered them, they simply sealed them all together in a cell and kept them company with the rotten bones.
So, there was this scene in front of me.
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 over, 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.
This look in his eyes set off alarm bells for him, but his legs were unable to 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 is Qian Shizhong. He was only imprisoned for two or three days. Compared with others, he is in the best mental and physical condition. He also claims to be an experienced 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.
Dozens of people were illegally detained and many died. If this matter were exposed, it would be a major case that would shake the world! As long as the victim doesn't let go, Hongmao's gang will be doomed from top to bottom.
But if you want to go to the hospital, Li Changan is probably the only one who can drive. Even if a few people are left, given their physical and mental conditions, they may not be able to keep track of Yang Sanli and others. If Yang Sanli and others are allowed to escape, or contact their accomplices, the other party will definitely find ways 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" in the spirit of "the dead Taoist friend will not die the poor Taoist". Of course, Li Datou is also indispensable. This guy has been in a coma, but he has suffered a lot less.
But at the end, the two of them discovered awkwardly 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.
Aren't the underlings in mixed society just used to block the blame at critical moments? This is the moment of truth!
Fang Duner wanted 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."
Subsequently.
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.
The "No Smoking" sign was right next to him, but he lit up a cigarette and wandered back and forth on the corridor like an enraged and violent beast, glaring wildly with knife-like 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 station and applied for the deployment of police forces to conduct search and rescue operations.
But the other party told him that he had been missing for less than 24 hours and could not file a case because it was against the rules.
He retorted that Li Changan went to Fengshun Village to investigate Hongmao Company. This was a special critical situation.
But the other party actually said: Fengshun Village is not a bandit den, and Hongmao is not a gangster. It is not a special situation.
Fuck you, is Fengshun Village a bandit den? Is Hong Mao a gangster? Isn't it clear to you? !
The more Yuan Xiaochuan thought about it, the more anxious and irritable he became. He simply threw the 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. He held his phone in his hands and walked quickly to a deserted corner.
"All the witnesses and evidence are there?! And there are photos? There are also surveillance videos!"
