Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"My name is Qian Shizhong, and I am XX in a town under the jurisdiction of Qishui River. 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 medicine residue. His surname is Hong. What is that wine, don’t I know? I can’t control the wine you sell, but if you want to grow thatch on a large scale, it’s not enough. What if it gets punctured someday, what about these thatched fields? Is it good to grow it? Crop? But unexpectedly, he actually found the village chief and party secretary of the following dozens of villages, and jointly told the city to dismiss me. I was furious, so I tried every means to make trouble for him. It just so happened that there was a province recently. The leader wants to come down and inspect...I know that Red Mao’s company is not clean, but I think I have some face and connections. He dare not do anything to me. I didn’t expect..."

The "prisoner" in the first opened coffin was a 50 or 60-year-old man. Perhaps the detention time was not long, and the little old man was still a little energetic.

As soon as he opened the lid, he burst out with a loud noise, and rode on Fang Dun'er, grabbing the bunch of miscellaneous hairs, and hitting him again. Yang Sanli, who was next to him, was afraid of Li Changan's discomfort, and unexpectedly grabbed Fang Dun'er's hand to prevent him from fighting back. He also hurt himself a few times.

But after all, the old man was old and weak, and he was locked up for a long time, supported by only a wave of anger, and after a few hits, he was weak and weak.

Li Changan saw enough of the excitement, so he pulled him away and briefly explained the context.

Together with the Taoist priests, he coldly urged the two to continue to "open the coffin."

"My name is Cao Xiaofang, and I am a farmer in Qishui. I have three children. The youngest son is the smartest and most promising. He is also the pride of the whole family. But my youngest son has disappeared for ten years. The corpse. The police couldn’t find it, so I went to find it by myself. I went to find Yaoer’s friends and asked them one by one. Finally, I asked me to find out. He was a contractor on a local construction site before, and the boss owed his wages. I took my workmates to make a fuss. After this fuss, people disappeared... At the back, a man named Yang took 200,000 yuan and asked me to shut up. Not only did I quit, I also wanted to go to Peking and Shangwei, and I wanted to let the murderer. Go to jail! But when I first entered the train station, I was caught by a group of people wearing the "Secret Service" logo, and they were escorted into a van with the words "Anyuan Security"..."

The second "prisoner" is an old lady. I don’t know how long she has been detained. She has been tortured into a skinny and inhuman shape. Her hands and feet are stiff and unable to stretch because of long-term curling. Or Yang Sanli and the two of them drag her from the grid. Came out. If so, she still howled, trying to bite the two with her teeth.

"My name is Zhang Jie and I am a veterinarian. One day in the middle of the night, someone knocked on the door and asked me to go to the emergency room. When I got there, I knew I was going to treat Hong Daihai's dog. In Qishui, I am a pet business. Everyone knows that Hong Daihai raises dogs and loves dogs, and spends a lot of money to buy a lot of rare dog breeds, all of them are raised as sons, but...I put his son to death. They said that my medical skills were not good, and they dare to come out and swindle. , I’m going to be locked up to educate..."

The third "prisoner" is a middle-aged woman. From the perspective of her clothes and jewelry, her daily life is quite reserved and generous, but the dark detention not only stains her clothes, but also defeats her dignity.

As soon as she got out of the "coffin", she knelt down at Yang Sanli's feet and kept kowtow at him.

"Mr. Yang, I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong!"

…………

Every time a "coffin" is opened, a crime is unearthed.

Yang Sanli's heartbeat was getting faster and faster and his movements getting slower and slower. Of course, this was not a sudden discovery by his conscience, but... he couldn't help but looked behind his eyes.

The room was dark with no lights, damp and cold, and there was a lingering smell.

The hallway lights came in from the door, projecting a blurry area of ​​light.

And in the shadows outside the light, there are some vague shadows.

That was the "prisoner" who was able to get out of the "coffin".

They stay in the dark for too long and are extremely sensitive to a little bit of light. The dim yellow tungsten lamp in the corridor can make their eyes hurt.

Therefore, they just curled up on the edge of the room, curled up in the shadows that were not illuminated, or sitting or standing, waiting around, silent, staring coldly at their every move.

Like a group of evil spirits spying on living people.

Yang Sanli thought this way, and couldn't help taking a big breath of cold air. The cold air from his lungs entered his heart. He couldn't help but move his steps and stand 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 miscellaneous boy had been hooking his head, his mouth was constantly squirming, and he listened carefully.

"It doesn't matter to me, I only joined last month. It's none of my business..."

Yang Sanli's teeth tickled.

None of your business? Is it possible to accomplish something that only matters to me? !

He couldn't wait to go up and slap him, but he didn't think about it in time to put it into action.

"Why stop?"

In the darkness, I don't know who urged him coldly.

He didn't dare to refute a little, dragged Fang Dun'er and hurried to open the next "coffin".

…………

As soon as the No. 17 grid was opened, a strong sour smell came out.

The two moved quickly and moved farther away.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement in the grid.

The two of them had no choice but to pinch their noses, and together they dragged the person out of the grid.

The situation on the 17th was very bad.

He is already unconscious, mad as gossamer, his clothes are dirty with a strong stench, and there are several serious bedsores on his skin, which are as big as a sea bowl, as small as a tea cup, fester and yellow with pus, and maggots are faintly visible. Wriggling under the rotten meat.

If it weren't for some weak breathing, it probably made people think that he was already a corpse.

Only when Yang Sanli and two of them pulled him out of the "coffin" together and put him into the light, there was a squeak in his mouth and his eyelids violently agitated.

Immediately, several hands came out from the shadows and dragged him into the darkness.

Yang Sanli saw his face numb, quietly stepped back, grabbed Fang Dun'er and lowered his eyebrows to pleasing to the eye, and stood still on the spot with his hands tied.

"Why stop?"

This question is still the same.

The two looked at each other, and finally, Yang Sanli reluctantly put on some flattering smiles.

"The grids are all over."

Another voice of darkness.

"Isn't there a few more?"

This question caused another layer of cold sweat on Yang Sanli's forehead. He glanced behind him slightly, the stone wall inside the room was moist and smooth, and the reflection was enveloped in a dim gleam. Above it, the six closed large iron lids were very conspicuous.

He replied cautiously:

"That's blocked."

"Why is it blocked?"

He was speechless

Why is it blocked?

Isn’t it because you gangsters can’t help shutting it down, dead, rotten, stinky, rot, the grid is not easy to take care of, and even too lazy to take care of it, so you simply seal it up and turn the fake coffin into a real coffin. Good picture Is it convenient?

Anyway, this stone wall is still very spacious.

If it is not enough, it is a matter of drilling a few holes.

But he never dared to say this. He knew that the truth was aimed at his trigger, a spell to release hatred, if he uttered it, a dozen "ghosts" would rush up and tear him to pieces. .

As a result, he became even less dare to speak.

For a while, the room became quiet, only listening to the screams faintly coming from the hall, and Fang Dun'er repeating endlessly in a low voice.

"Don't care about me. Don't care about me. Don't care about me..."

In this subtle confrontation.

The cold sweat on Yang Sanli's forehead oozes drop by drop, but within a few seconds, he can't hold it anymore, just cowardly repeating:

"It's sealed."

But.

"Kang Dang."

Two crowbars were thrown over and hit the concrete floor under his feet with a few crisp noises.

"pick it up."

A muzzle protruded from the darkness, casting a cold halo in the light that penetrated from the corridor.

Li Changan's voice sounded, his attitude was beyond doubt.

"Pry open."

…………

"Hey!"

The sealed iron cover suddenly opened under the combined force of the two.

Suddenly.

Another stench flooded into the cold and humid air.

It's as disgusting as the stench on the 17th, but completely different.

The former is the smell of sweat, excrement, and pus mixed together after fermentation.

The latter is not only like a large number of severely rotted eggs, but also like a strong stench of a large amount of excrement. Li Changan is very familiar with this smell, in short, it is the smell of corpse.

At this time, Li Changan finally had a move.

He stepped out of the darkness and came to this grid.

Fang Dun'er and Yang Sanli were like cats that had bumped into a mouse. A jealous spirit was about to hide away, but the muzzle shook slightly, and their movements stiffened, and their faces reluctantly moved closer. .

He called out.

"Mr. Lee."

The Taoist priest didn't pay much attention to them, but only looked at the "coffin" that reappeared in the world.

There is no light in the room, and the grid is even more unreal. You can only see a vague shadow, humming and squirming inside. It is a swarm of flies that are disturbed but linger.

Li Changan frowned, and the iron cylinder in his arms trembled.

The flies in the "coffin" surged frantically, and they swarmed out, but they avoided Li Changan and only flew out from the edge.

But now, Fang Dun'er and Yang Sanli next to them were bad luck, and they were filled with flies.

For a time.

Just listening to the two "Bah Bah" endlessly.

But at this time, Li Changan picked up the phone and called out the flashlight, and shot it into the "coffin."

There was a commotion in the crowd in the shadows.

And Fang Dun'er just spit out the last big green fly, and glanced up inadvertently, and his face suddenly turned pale, and he held the stone wall with a burst of violent retching.

But in the "coffin", a large number of brown worm shells are scattered, and among these worm shells is a highly decomposed corpse. It was curled up in the corner, and the flesh outside of the clothes was covered with dense, white and fat maggots.

Perhaps it was stimulated by the light.

The maggots on its face rained down one after another, exposing the white skull and the remaining black and red flesh underneath.

The Taoist priest didn't say anything. The scene before him was commonplace, but he never expected to witness it in modern society.

He raised the phone.

"Crack."

Took a picture.

"Close it."

Yang Sanli, who was also vomiting, hurriedly put the lid of the coffin together with Fang Dun'er, but did not call for fresh air, but the next sentence of the Taoist priest made him feel like a concubine.

"Next."

…………

This "coffin" is much better than the previous one.

There are no buzzing flies, no dense white maggots, or even the lingering smell of corpses.

Only some broken cloth was wrapped in a thick bone. The only weird thing is that there are still a few dead rats scattered inside.

"what happened?"

Li Changan glanced over coldly.

"You guys are still playing the trick of rat and cannibalism?"

Yang Sanli was shocked, and quickly waved his hand to explain.

"No! No! We just want to be subdued, but we don't want to kill..."

In a hurry, his excuse was somewhat incoherent. The Taoist priest listened for a while, sorted out it again, and roughly understood it.

There was a period of negligence in management here, and people died and they were not 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. It was later discovered by the guards, and they were simply sealed in the grid together and accompanied by the rotten bones.

So, there was this scene before us.

After listening to the Taoist priest, he still didn't say anything, but took another photo.

"Next."

…………

This time it was just an ordinary corpse.

Curl in the sarcophagus, motionless.

But there was a wailing in the darkness, and a figure seemed to rush over, but just after taking two or three steps, a staggered foot fell softly to the ground.

Yang Sanli had a sudden heart, and immediately became cold all over his body.

He glanced at Li Changan's quickly and concealedly, but saw the other's face buried in the shadow, but his eyes seemed to emit some chilling light.

This gaze taught him the alarm bell, but his legs couldn't take a step unconvincingly.

Waited tremblingly for a long time.

He didn't wait for the gunshot, just listened to that sentence.

"Next."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

…………

When all the grids were opened, the eyes of the "prisoners" gradually adjusted to the light.

"How is everyone's health?"

Li Changan asked an old man in his 50s and 60s.

This person was called Qian Shizhong and was detained for only two or three days. Compared with other people, he was in the best mental and physical condition, and he described himself as an old Chinese doctor. Li Changan asked him to make a simple diagnosis for everyone.

"It's not great, especially the young man on the 17th. He needs to be sent to the hospital as soon as possible!"

The Taoist nodded.

"There is a van outside."

"but……"

The old man's expression was still worried, and he pointed to the two people who were shrinking in the corner and trying to reduce their presence.

"What do they do?"

The Taoist priest understood his thoughts.

Dozens of people were illegally detained and many people were killed. If this matter is exposed, it would be a big case to break the sky! As long as the victim doesn't let go, Hongmao's gang will be over from top to bottom.

But if you want to go to the hospital, it is estimated that Li Changan is the only one who can drive. Even if a few people are left behind, based on their physical and mental conditions, I'm afraid that Yang Sanli can't stand a few. If Yang Sanli and others are allowed to get away or contact their accomplices, the other party will definitely find ways to destroy the evidence.

Then, don’t the victims suffer in vain?

"fine."

Li Changan laughed.

"They can't run."

…………

The "coffin" that had just been vacant had new residents in a blink of an eye.

Under the coercion of the Taoist priests, Fang Dun'er and the two squeezed their wailing or fainting companions into the "coffin" in the spirit of "a dead taoist but not a poor tao". Of course, Li Datou is also indispensable, this servant has been drowsy, but suffers a lot less.

But in the end, the two people found embarrassingly that there was only one vacant grid left, the smelly No. 17, and the only two of them that hadn't been stuffed into the grid were left.

Yang Sanli looked at Li Changan pleadingly.

But the Taoist priest only raised the muzzle, and the meaning was self-evident.

In desperation, he had to turn his head to look at Fang Dun'er fiercely.

Isn't the younger brother of the mixed society used to keep the knife from the pot at the critical moment? This is the critical moment!

Fang Dun'er intentionally refused, but Yang Zong Jiwei was still there, and in the end he could only pinch his nose and consciously get into the grid.

Yang Sanli breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it, and he could hear it.

"You go in too."

Subsequently.

Then vaguely heard the sound of vomiting one after another.

…………

Hongmao City.

An office of the police investigation bureau.

"Get out!"

A roar spread throughout the police station, and immediately, the door slammed on the wall, and Yuan Xiaochuan pushed the door angrily.

The slogan "No Smoking" was right beside him, but he lit a cigarette, wandering back and forth in the corridor like an irritated, violent beast, staring at him like a knife, forcing everyone who wanted to approach him back.

When Li Changan lost contact, he immediately realized.

problem occurs!

He instinctively went to the bureau and applied for the deployment of police forces for search and rescue.

But the other party told him that he was missing for less than 24 hours and that he could not file a case for non-compliance.

He retorted that Li Changan went to Fengshun Village and investigated Hongmao Company. This is a special emergency situation.

But the other party actually said: Fengshun Village is not a den of bandits, and the red hair is not a triad, it is not a special case.

Go to you, is Fengshun Village a bandit den? Is the red hair a triad? Will you or him be unclear? !

Yuan Xiaochuan became more anxious the more he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more irritable he became. He simply pricked the cigarette **** on the ground and planned to go to Fengshun Village alone to find out.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly.

He took out his cell phone and took a look, with a surprise on his face, hurriedly connected and cursed:

"Lao Li, where are your turtles going? I won't answer the phone..."

"What's the matter?"

He suddenly raised his voice, then lowered it, clutching his phone, and walked quickly to an empty corner.

"Personal and physical evidence?! There are photos? There are surveillance videos!"