Dressed as a mystery novel victim

Yang Qingshui's heart trembled, but he didn't show it on his face, "It sounds scary, but bloodletting is such a big project, and throwing the corpse is easy to be found. You can't do both. Could it be that the person ran away, and you can't hold back your face? "

Zeng Pingguo stared at him deeply and laughed.

Yang Qingshui: "...The bad guys have such big emotional ups and downs, can't they talk well?"

Zeng Pingguo: "That guy is very important to you, I'd rather make up reasons to refute me than believe that he is really dead." He walked to the side where medical equipment was piled up, and slowly pulled the louver by the window.

On the other side of the glass, there is a scene that even a black-hearted person like Yang Qingshui can't imagine.Dirty and filthy, iron cages half the height of a person, people in ragged clothes sitting or lying down, imprisoned in them by metal collars, blood stains in the cages.The people in the prison are like walking corpses, neither crying nor screaming, their eyes are dull, and they can hardly be called human beings.

"Do you think the people who came in will still be able to get out alive? Even if I open the door now, no one will dare to crawl out half a step." Zeng Pingguo said, "The private detective thought he could sneak in to investigate me. He has very hard bones. It's a pity that it's not as hard as a knife, and after only three days, he begged me with snot and tears all over his face, begging me to let him go home. As long as he can go back, he promises not to touch the case again, and even leave Gaoqiao City. He should be photographed, people beg for that despicable look It’s interesting to see each other a hundred times.”

Zeng Pingguo walked around the operating table and pulled the blind on the other side.

This end is clean and tidy, but not comforting, like a medical teaching classroom, empty, with two human skeletons standing, only a few jars containing formalin solution on the shelves.Human brains, hearts, lung lobes... He leaned over, "Guess which jar belongs to your friend?"

The chest rose and fell, and the metal locks under Yang Qingshui's limbs clanked.

He turned back and watched Yang Qingshui struggle with interest, "Don't get excited. You are lucky and don't have to go through his experience. You are very interesting, or I will keep my tongue and be with your friend. "

After Zeng Pingguo left, the room became dead silent, the dead could no longer speak, while the living seemed more like dead people, motionless, only the constant vibration of the air, like the wailing of animals before death, silent and desperate.

What kind of character is Zeng Pingguo? Even if he has evolved, he is only a small boss. The male protagonist who dares to kill him is still tortured... Which is tolerable or unbearable!Yang Qingshui stared at the shadowless lamp above his head, and swears in the name of the author of this book that even if he hurts himself by eight hundred, he will use the sledgehammer of legalism to smash these old, middle-aged and young perverts into a pulp.

By the way, why hasn't Lin Zhilu arrived yet?

The trousers with the tracker sewn on were thrown away, and he was so cowardly that he would go all out to this point. If the chain fell outside at a critical moment, he would really be killed, and he would be so angry that his kidneys hurt.

No, he no longer had a kidney at that time.

A few ominous premonitions flashed through his mind. The Gaoqiao City Government was rich in private pockets, and the counterfeit goods bought by the tracker; criminal gangs took off his clothes and threw them into a trash can on the street. The police arrived without clues; Compared with Stallone in the police world, he broke into the thief's nest alone and was shot to death with a brick. Now he has become a food bowl for lions and tigers...

Under Yang Qingshui is a standard electric operating table. The steel cuffs are respectively installed on the handles and legs. There are no locks, but they can only be opened from the bottom.Yang Qingshui remembered that he had seen a movie about this kind of bracelet-shaped two-piece handcuffs, which could be forcibly pulled out—by breaking the thumb inward, the palm of the hand was as thick as the wrist, so naturally it couldn't be trapped.

Although Yang Qingshui also wanted to be a tough guy, it wasn't that his thumb was cute and nimble and he didn't want to break it, but the operability was too low - the limbs were confined, the only thing he could point at was his butt, and he broke his thumb with one butt?Knocking on the bracelet, I am afraid that only his tailbone can be broken.

At this moment, a faint sound came from the stairs, and Yang Qingshui's heart beat into his throat. Not long after the sound came, Lin Zhilu appeared at the corner.

The light was dim and uncertain, and for Yang Qingshui, time seemed to be frozen. He had never expected the appearance of a person so much, and he had never been so joyful when looking at a person face to face.

When Lin Zhilu saw him, he froze for a moment, with a complicated expression on his face.But it was only for a moment, then he suppressed the redundant look and stepped down quickly.

While unlocking Yang Qingshui, he explained carefully: "Hide here, run when you hear the gunshot, go straight up and run to the left, turn left when you encounter an intersection, don't worry about anything. At the end of the red escape ladder, there are people Accept you."

"What about you?"

Lin Zhilu turned his gaze to the other end of the dungeon, the group of terrified people hiding in the corner of the cage, "I want to stay here to cooperate with the deployment. The situation may be chaotic later, and they may not be able to escape by themselves."

"Take care." Apart from this, Yang Qingshui couldn't think of anything else to say.

Lin Zhilu nodded, got up to go up the stairs, and stopped after taking two steps.Turning around, he quickly swept across his body, then took off his coat and threw it over, "Put it on."

Yang Qingshui took the coat, only to remember that he was wearing briefs and would run wildly later, how easy it is to catch a cold, he should wear some clothes.

After Lin Zhilu left, the room returned to silence, but the silence had a different meaning. Yang Qingshui squatted by the wall at the stairway, eager to open his ears to distinguish which wind sounds were suspicious and which were just harmless air convection.Minutes and seconds passed, as long as an hour, the signal came unexpectedly, gunshots pierced the long night, and a scream of fear came from not far from the dungeon.

Yang Qingshui's heart sank violently, he took a deep breath and rushed up the stairs.

The two earthen walls were extremely narrow, and after running up four turns, I saw the iron gate covered with red rust at the end of the stairs, which had been pried open in advance.Throwing open the gate, according to Lin Zhilu's instructions, Yang Qingshui turned left and ran forward. The surrounding buildings seemed to be air-raid shelters, and the aisles were winding and dark. If you are not careful, you will easily get lost. Run when you see the road, and turn left when you see the intersection. Gritting his teeth and running hard, he had never run so hard in his life, and felt that his lungs were about to burst.

As he ran, gunshots rang out incessantly, and what appeared to be a fierce gunfight broke out.

Panting, and about to turn left again, a head popped up from under his feet.

Suddenly startled, the heart was so frightened that he rushed to the top of the heavenly spirit cover, and looked again, there was a hole under the man, leading to the dungeon where the living were imprisoned, and he was a rescued victim.The man looked terribly weak, his eyes full of terror.

"Don't be afraid." Yang Qingshui grabbed his bone-chilling arm and pulled him up, pulling him out of the hole. He saw Lin Zhilu pushing him under him.

After meeting eyes for just a moment, Lin Zhilu turned his head slowly, his face tensed.Yang Qingshui saw him holding a gun in both hands, dodged to hide in the concrete wall as a cover, looked towards the entrance of the cave, and moved his lips silently.

He's saying, run.

Yang Qingshui picked up the rescued man and asked him to lie on his back. He was very light, only about half of Yang Qingshui's weight, and he strode forward with his legs on his back.

There was a deafening gunshot behind him, and Yang Qingshui staggered, almost spraining his feet - such close and dense gunshots were bound to end in blood.

He gritted his teeth and continued to run along the escape route.

The gunshots got farther and farther away, and he seemed to have run to a safe place. At the end of the passage, he finally saw the red escape ladder and the two policemen guarding there.

Two policemen, dressed in black special forces uniforms, raised their guns as a warning when they saw someone running towards them.

Yang Qingshui put the man on the ground and raised his hands high: "I am a hostage."

The police officer recognized the coat Yang Qingshui was wearing, and put down his gun, "Officer Lin has explained, and now I will send you to a safe place."

Yang Qingshui glanced at the walkie-talkie on the military uniform, told the man to go with the police first, and asked, "Lin Zhilu, is he all right, just now..."

The policeman smiled heartily, "It's okay, I was notified just now, and no one escaped. We only had minor injuries on our side."

So, is it over?The big stone in my heart fell suddenly.

"Although I'm very grateful—" The tense strings were loosened at this time, and the retribution of breaking through physical fitness came. My legs were sore and sore, and I plopped my knees to the ground, "But I really don't want to kneel to you."

"...Understood." The police officer nodded with understanding, "You put on your pants first."