The Underworld Detective

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"She's ... she's ..." Brother Yu is still pretending to be stupid with us, deliberately delaying time, annoyed me to grit my teeth and prepare to use him again.

Song Xingchen took a small bottle out of his arms and threw it to me, saying: "This is a dream prepared by my aunt! It is used to interrogate enemies trained in torture."

I opened it, holding Brother Yu's jaw to force him to inhale. Brother Yu replied stiffly at first, and smiled, "Brother, what is it sucking to me, isn't it hi at all?"

"What are you most afraid of!" I asked.

"What am I afraid of ..." Brother Yu's eyes suddenly became extremely panic. "Dad I was wrong. Don't iron me with an iron, please."

Song Heting's specially-made dreams are indeed more likely to be hinted. Compared with the physiological fear created by Pluto's pupil, the psychological fears revealed from the depth of memory are stronger and more impressing.

I yelled at Brother Yu while hot and ironed, "Hurry up and tell her where she is, otherwise I'll burn you with an iron!"

"Ah ... Ah ..." Brother Yu screamed desperately, protecting his face, like a poor child being punished: "Jiangdong Road 23 warehouse."

I stood up and shouted, "Song Xingchen, I'll call Officer Hou and ask him to come to the aftermath, and you stay and guard."

Song Xingchen said: "No, it's too dangerous, I must be with you!"

I know that in terms of my security, Song Xingchen refused to let it go. I had to call Officer Hou to briefly explain the situation and ask him to bring someone over.

Brother Yu was also immersed in the strong psychological fear brought about by the suggestion. Song Xingchen knocked on the back of his head with a scabbard and fell into a coma. As for the other one, he passed out unconsciously because of pain. The bald-headed kick was too hard. I saw some viscous liquid leaking between his legs.

I told the three girls to wait for the police to come here. Although they were reluctant, they knew we were going to save people and agreed. Song Xingchen actually found a soil gun from his arms, which was handed over from the gang of traffickers, gave them self-defense, and told them how to use it.

When I left the building, I found that the first floor can be almost described as “dead across the wild”. There were little brothers who were knocked down everywhere. There were almost no feet. Many people had their feet or hands cut off. He lost his blood and went into a coma.

I asked, "Would you consider changing your weapon to a puppet?"

Song Xingchen replied: "I won't make that. I have been a knife in elementary school, and the sword has no eyes."

"make excuse!"

I laughed bitterly, and then called Officer Hou again, asking him to send more ambulances, how many are called in the county, and prepare more blood bags.

We hurried to No. 23 Jianshe East Road. Baldhead was so anxious along the way. He lost his soul and said Chu Yan's name. When he came to the agricultural warehouse, we found that the door was unlocked and Baldhead said nothing. A lunge rushed in.

I thought that there would be a bald-headed cry in the warehouse, but there was nothing, there was nothing but silence around it, and it was so quiet.

What exactly is in the warehouse? I didn't dare to see it. I stood at the door and took a deep breath before I walked in.

There was a smell of blood in the room, leftover food residues, wine bottles and cigarette butts were thrown on the ground. It seemed that four or five people had stayed here. The bald head was in a daze against a beam, and there was a cut rope on it that seemed to have been used to bind someone. There was a pool of water stains on the concrete floor directly below, which was actually sweat stains, as if Chu Yan had been hanging here constantly Being tortured, cold sweat penetrated the ground.

In addition to sweat, there are spotty blood stains, and some fragments of fluorescent tubes. It seems that the guy is telling the truth!

Bald pressing his head madly, he kept saying, "This is not true! This is not true!"

"Calm down, maybe she's still nearby." My heart hurt like a knife, but I had to comfort him.

Bald headed towards the back door. There was a large field behind the warehouse. He shouted at it: "Chu Yan ... Chu Yan ... Where are you?"

We followed closely, and I noticed the traces of the vehicle passing here. The wheels were dark. It seemed that there were four or five people in the car. The bald head was going to look into the grass. I said, "Don't look for it. gone!"

So we followed the tire tracks all the way, and gradually walked into a wasteland in the suburbs. Hope is slim, we almost run this way, but people must not run cars, they probably have left here far away.

When I was thinking this way, a light came from the front. I saw an SUV parked under a locust tree, and the people on the side of the road were peeing and smoking. There were a total of four men.

I heard two of them talking--

"Why Brother Yu hasn't heard for a long time, should it be planted?"

"It must be the woman's accomplice! Mom approved, and she must change her place and clean her up. Pry open her mouth."

The bald head heard the anger, rushed up and yelled, "I killed you!"

I couldn't stop it at all, so I had to let Song Xingchen hurry to help him. Song Xingchen ran into the grass next to him like a cheetah. The group heard the movement and pulled out the dagger from their waists. Two of them held earth guns. They aimed at their bald heads, and before shooting, they were hit by two stones and fell to the ground.

"Who?"

Song Xingchen suddenly scooped out of the grass on the side. The tang knife in his hand was chopped frantically, and three people were chopped. I was afraid he would kill all of them. I ran and shouted, "Stay alive!"

When he got closer, he found out that his knife was not unsheathed.

When the bald head and I rushed to the front of the car, all four traffickers were brought to the ground and moaned. At this moment, the bald head couldn't care about anything. He rushed to the car door and pulled down a sack from the back seat. The sack was obviously a girl's thin body, soaked with blood.

He reached for his hand, and I drank, "Don't!"

This may be a way for traffickers to torture Chu Yan. She cuts through her skin, wraps it in a sack, and tears it off with force.

Bald head sacked and shouted, "Chu Yan, are you still alive? Are you alive?"

The sack moved slightly, and saw the little girl being tortured by the scum. I was as keen as a knife, called Police Officer Hou, asked him to send an ambulance, and gave him the location.

Before the ambulance arrived, the bald head held Chu Yan and kept talking, I went to question those people. One of them was a cadre of Laoshanshan, and the remaining three were younger brothers. They received orders from their superiors, saying that someone has been making troubles recently, so they used their eyeliners everywhere to find Chu Yan. In the torture, Chu Yan did not disclose a word.

I used Ruan Meng San to force that guy named Kai, who is their superior. Kai didn't know the name of the superior. He only knew his nickname was Sun Monkey.