Chapter 176 Edmund Dantès (forty-seven)

"We caught the suspect Zhang Chūnjiu. According to his confession, Zhang Chūnling worked as a black worker in a small private workshop-style lumber factory in Binhai in his early years to provide for their younger students to study. After a long time, it went bankrupt, and after the bosses donated money and fled, they used the desolate timber factory as a stronghold, and through various illegal means - including robbery, murder, and saved part of the property."

"Because this place was far away from the crowd at that time, backed by mountains and forests, it was relatively hidden, so it developed into the first hiding place for criminals. The boss was Zhang Chūn Ling, which should be regarded as the 'chūn Lai Group', an organization with a gangster quality. predecessor."

"Then the tourism industry rose, and the coastal area was not as desolate as before, so they renovated and expanded the den, and at the same time did a little car rental business. First, they wanted to hide themselves, and second, they would have better information."

"But the good times don't last long. I don't know if there are too many corpses buried in Binhai. It's very evil, and no business can be done. In the end, the tourism industry is also half-dead, and the popularity has not gathered. As the chūn group grows, they It was slowly shifted, and the car rental business is now completely abandoned.”

"My God," Lang Qiao was amazed, "You guys have dug so deep!"

Tao Ran sighed: "I was helpless, because the current situation is not very good, the reciter led Zhang Chūnling who had fled there..."

Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang said in unison, "What!"

The voice fell, and a series of gunshots suddenly sounded not far from them.

Lang Qiao was agitated and felt that all the hairs on his body stood up. He turned his head and widened his eyes twice: "Real gun? Or is someone playing pào?"

Xiao Haiyang has very limited experience in shooting guns and pào, so he can only stare at her.

Lang Qiao pressed his hand into his waist: "Glasses, tell me you didn't buy your gun license."

"I passed it, but don't ask me how I passed it," Xiao Haiyang replied, "They all said it was because I lost 500 yuan before the exam."

"What's the matter?" Tao Ran heard the background voice from the speakerphone, "Wait, where exactly are you two now?"

"Deputy Team Tao," Xiao Haiyang said in a deep voice, "Ten years ago, there weren't many car rental businesses in this kind of place. Do you think... Art teacher Yu Bin and his students rented cars back then. Exactly those people?"

Tao Ran had no intention of discussing the old case with him at this time, and interrupted him in a rare tone of voice: "Don't worry about that, you two are too close, stop and stand by immediately, Team Luo and the others will be here soon!"

Lang Qiao: "Hey, but..."

Xiao Haiyang stepped on the brakes with one foot, and at the same time reached out and hung up Lang Qiao.

Lang Qiao: "Are you gān?"

Xiao Haiyang touched a gun on his waist. This was when Zhang Chunling and the others sent people to hunt down Zhou Huaijin. The team applied for it uniformly. Xiao Haiyang has not been able to get along with it until now, and always feels that cha is around his waist. Feeling a little flustered, he suddenly loosened the car door and said to Lang Qiao, "Get out of the car and wait for Team Luo here."

Lang Qiao: "No... what do you want?"

Xiao Haiyang pursed his lips into a fèng. After the gunshot not far away roared through the night sky, the place became more and more arrogant and dense, he suddenly opened the car door without saying a word, and rushed out.

Lang Qiao: "Fuck me!"

She hurriedly chased out, grabbed Xiao Haiyang's shoulder, and held him down: "Have you ever been on fieldwork? Have you ever fired a gun? Can you hit or run, young master, I'm really convinced!"

Xiao Haiyang's face turned blue, because Lang Qiao was right, even a slender-looking girl like her could easily hold him down, but, but...

"The earliest notice I received said that the gangsters took control of the hostages. If chūn came to the group and the reciters were fighting, what would happen to the hostages?"

Although Tao Ran had not had time to tell them who the so-called "hostage" was, Lang Qiao still frowned.

"Of course, this is my excuse." Xiao Haiyang sighed, then regardless of whether Lang Qiao understood or not, he said in a low voice, "For so many years, I have always wondered why...why are there in the world? Why do people like Lu Guosheng and the others keep them as treasures, with greater malice, to use them for more bad things, I dream of catching him with my own hands..."

Xiao Haiyang said, and tried hard... Still couldn't break free Lang Qiao's grasping hand, but when she was struggling, she shook the cell phone that was not in her coat pocket. It slammed down on the ground, and was shot up by a sharp stone, which instantly shattered into a spider web.

"Let go of me, let me go!" Xiao Haiyang's voice was very low, almost begging her in a low voice, "It's been more than ten years, I haven't had a single day in the past ten years that I didn't want to end this matter, I've lived so much, If the text is not successful, the martial arts will not be achieved, and there is no other wish... Even if I die here with them, I am willing to do so, you don't understand, let go!"

Xiao Haiyang's understanding of emotions, emotions, and emotions are always a bit different from others' emotions, which makes him always seem to be separated by a layer when communicating with people, like a strange person who doesn't understand people, Lang Qiao has never seen him before. With such deep grief and desperation, she subconsciously let go.

Xiao Haiyang was accustomed to xing. He staggered and took a step back. He stared at Lang Qiao for a while. Then, he seemed to have suddenly learned to speak human words without a teacher. Turn around and leave.

"Wait!" Lang Qiao bent down to pick up her broken mobile phone, and licked Yahwako in distress—this is not the piece of shit sent by the city bureau, it's her own mobile phone, almost a month's salary , she died before she had time to put the film on, she put the broken screen mobile phone close to her body, "You know, I also dropped a new mobile phone before the college entrance examination, and it turned out to be over 100 in mathematics that time, did you hold the test with you? The principle of the gun license is a bit similar?"

Xiao Haiyang: "..."

"Do you believe in metaphysics?" Lang Qiao opened the car door, "Come up!"

The two quickly approached the abandoned car yard. As a former timber factory, this place is very empty. Behind it is a hill with a gentle slope. There are forests on the hill. Trees are barely able to hide.

Lang Qiao quickly hid the car, briefly inspected the surrounding environment, and waved to Xiao Haiyang, "Follow."

Xiao Haiyang's expression was a little complicated: "You don't really need to..."

"Don't talk nonsense—hi... Deputy Captain Tao didn't say that this place is so big!" Lang Qiao nimbly followed the woods to the grove of the hill behind the old factory building, looked down, and took a deep breath. .

Whether it's a lumber mill or a rental car shop, it's all in dilapidated condition, and the surroundings are covered with roughness. The floor space was amazing, it was the size of a school, surrounded by cars, and the sound of gunshots rang out inside. Lang Qiao saw a string of dazzling bloodstains at a glance.

"On the bright side, there is a parking lot for the rental car, but there are wanted criminals hidden inside. I think about it, where do we start..." Before Lang Qiao finished speaking, Xiao Haiyang suddenly pressed her head down .

Lang Qiao was abruptly interrupted, she was stunned for a moment, and then she heard rustling footsteps.

The two of them did not dare to go out and hid behind a few big trees that were standing side by side. After listening to the hurried footsteps from far to near, they almost passed them and ran in the other direction. After a while, Lang Qiao took a careful look at the place where she hid the car, and pressed down Xiao Haiyang's trembling muzzle - fortunately, this kid forgot to open the safety lock when he was nervous, otherwise it would have been fun to fire on the spot.

She did not know where to find a small telescope, and saw that there were about a dozen people in the group, all of them carrying weapons, walking quickly, and ran to the side of the factory building on the back of the mountain.

"What are these people?"

"I think it's Zhang Chunling's subordinates," Xiao Haiyang said almost inaudibly, "Look, they seem to be very familiar with the terrain."

"Wait, I remember that Deputy Tao seemed to say... that the reciter brought Zhang Chūnling here? But isn't this the home of the chūn group? If you do it on someone else's territory, what kind of reciter is the head of the reciter? Is there something wrong?"

"The Zhang brothers have been hiding behind the scenes. They should be very cautious and afraid of death. They may not dare to come so quickly in unfamiliar places. Maybe the purpose of the reciters is to let them have no scruples." Xiao Haiyang paused and said. , "Miss Qiao, what should we do now?"

Lang Qiao, who was full of doubts, was stunned for a moment when he called him, and his heart skipped a beat without warning. The untimely memory was like a small needle that stabbed her lightly and hard.

Miss Joe...

Only when Xiao Wu first came to the city bureau did she call her that.

"Go," her eyes sharpened, "follow them."

Lang Qiao guessed right, the underground structure of the abandoned parking lot was indeed more complicated than it looked from the outside, comparable to an ant.

Warehouses and narrow passages are stacked on top of each other, and there are false walls and secret passages everywhere, which perfectly separate the camouflage of doing business with the outside world and the place to hide dirt.

Fei Du glanced at it roughly, and had already guessed vaguely—this is probably the predecessor of the "Louvre Museum" and "Hive".

Fan Siyuan did not know how many times he had come to investigate beforehand, and he was very familiar with the road. Under the siege of Zhang Chūnling's fierce firepower, he and a group of people quickly retreated to the ground.

There is an underground space with thick concrete walls on all sides. It was built in imitation of an air defense system. At the entrance is a thick safety door that can be closed tightly. The safety door is painted the same gray as the surrounding walls. , can hardly notice that there is still another day here.

There are observation glasses and small holes for bullets to fly on the door, which can hold more than ten guns, which is like a fortress.

Fei Du was thrown roughly on the concrete floor, and he turned his head to see that in such a chaotic situation, Fan Siyuan and his group actually brought the burden of Fei Chengyu over. I don't know if it was because of the blood loss, Fei Du's vision dimmed a little, he closed his eyes for a while, and whispered to himself, "I guess this is not far from the place where Su Hui threw the body, right? Teacher Fan?"

There were echoes of the words in the enclosed space. As soon as he made a sound, several followers of Fan Siyuan around him immediately pointed their guns at him unfriendly.

Fei Du didn't care: "Did you follow Xu Wenchao and Su Luozhan to find this place? No wonder..."

Fan Siyuan: "No wonder what?"

"No wonder Su Luozhan knew the details of Su Xiaolan's crime more than 20 years ago." Fei Du said, "Su Luozhan is a little pervert who is jealous and turned into xing, and torturing people is her pleasure. If she knew about Su Xiaolan by 'coincidence' The harassing calls invented back in the day will definitely be imitated - it's really a clever trick to dial a thousand pounds."

"Shut up!" The woman who had been pushing Fan Siyuan's wheelchair suddenly said.

Fei Du glanced at her in the dim light, and said with a half-smile, "During this process, you must have witnessed the bodies of the little girls being transported here many times, right? It's really pitiful, there are so many, such little girls. , before the flower bones were opened, they were tortured to death and turned into a cold corpse..."

Unable to bear it, the woman strode towards him and grabbed Fei Du by the collar.

Fei Du: "Mr. Fan, can you cherish the important props a little bit?"

Fan Siyuan sighed and stopped his men: "Ruobing."

The woman's hands trembled, and the raised slap stopped in the air.

Fei Du was surprised to find that there were tears in her eyes.

Fan Siyuan said in a deep voice: "We may be able to stop one or two cases and save a few girls, but so what? Catching one Xu Wenchao and one Su Luozhan won't change anything, Xu Wenchao is just a perverted puppet, nothing You know, the little monsters of the third generation of the Su family have not even reached the age to take criminal responsibility. The chūn group behind them is the culprit. It is not painful to chop a tentacle of it. More people will suffer - if ice, some sacrifice is necessary."

"I know," the woman whispered. "Teacher, I understand."

Fei Du raised his eyebrows: "Oh, is that right? But as far as I know, you are not only desperate for help. Zhao Haochang who killed He Zhongyi is indeed a scumbag, but a scumbag has a cost to kill, unless it is a last resort. , who would use this method? Who made him firmly believe that He Zhongyi is an addict like a parasite? Who sent the text message alluding to the 'Golden Triangle'? I had a chance to say something to He Zhongyi He was introverted and timid, I couldn't figure it out for so long, how did he summon up the courage to 'entangle' Zhang Ting, an unfamiliar girl?"

"And Dong Xiaoqing, after the death of Zhuo Yingchūn, Zheng Kaifeng's second contact person, your people took advantage of it and knew that Zheng Kaifeng planned to rebel against Zhou Junmao, so they arranged Dong Gan, the perfect murderer for him - like an arrangement Lu Guosheng assassinated Feng Bin—and then lied to that silly girl Dong Xiaoqing..."

"We didn't lie to her!" the woman retorted loudly. "We just told her the truth! Doesn't she have the right to know the real cause of death of her parents?"

"It's more than the real cause of death of her parents, I'm afraid you also tell her the secret of the inner ghost in the police." Fei Du sighed, "That old man Zheng Kaifeng is really cunning, first of all, he used an unwarranted paternity test certificate. They separated Zhou Junmao and Zhou Huaijin from their father and son, buried chess pieces, and then secretly bought murderers to kill people. In this way, even if conspiracy theorists discovered that Zhou Junmao's death was tricky, the suspects would all point to Zhou Huaijin, the eldest young master whose background is a mystery. Dong Gan thought that the employer was Zhou Huaijin—but beauty, don't tell me, your master Fan teacher was also misled by him."

The woman was taken aback.

Fei Du laughed: "Why didn't you tell Dong Xiaoqing that Zheng Kaifeng was the culprit, Teacher Fan?"

The woman said stubbornly: "Because...because Dong Xiaoqing can't get close to Zheng Kaifeng at all, so what if you let her know? In the end, it was just silently dealt with by that old scum!"

"After she stabbed Zhou Huaixin to death, didn't she still get silenced by the other party?" Fei Du's eyes went past her and pinned on Fan Siyuan, "Mr. Fan, you know that before this is over, Dong Xiaoqing will be surrounded by people from Zhang Chūn-ling. Stare, you are afraid that the slow police will not find the traces of the organization, lead the police to her house before they deal with Dong Xiaoqing, set fire to induce the police to check the monitoring of the door..."

Fan Siyuan's face darkened slightly, and he winked at the two men following him, who immediately pushed the woman away.

Fei Du said quickly: "Actually, you originally wanted to induce Dong Xiaoqing to kill Zhou Huaijin—yes, the original target was Zhou Huaijin, because Zhou Huaixin is more stupid and better in control! Why does Dong Xiaoqing know where Zhou Huaijin was discharged from the hospital that day? That's you for her Well planned! Zhou Huaixin was already dissatisfied with the family. If his father and his eldest brother who depended on each other died one after another, you can take the opportunity to approach him, use him, and track down the old Zhou Family Heng'an Welfare Home for you... uh..."

Fei Du groaned, and a man grabbed his neck and punched his lower abdomen, cutting off his voice. At the same time, another man roughly sealed his mouth with tape.

Fei Du's cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and soon his eyelashes were wet. He curled up in pain, but his eyes were always fixed on the woman beside Fan Siyuan, capturing the panic that flashed across her face.

Fan Siyuan waved at the woman: "Ruobing, don't you know how cunning and deceiving this person is?"

The woman hesitated and took a step back.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside, and the man who had been holding a gun at the safety door turned his head and said to Fan Siyuan, "Teacher, they are catching up!"

The voice faded, and the rush of gunfire was approaching—after all, this place was built by Zhang Chunling, and he knew how many rats there were. It was only a matter of time before they came, and everyone was on guard.

"To this point, how many of us have been sacrificed? Including the brothers and sisters who were standing with you and me just now. They smeared blood on this dirty ground in order to attract Zhang chūnling," Fan Siyuan said. He said coldly, "Ruobing, what are you thinking?"

The woman lowered her head without saying a word.

Fan Siyuan glanced at Fei Du as if he was looking at a dead thing: "Put the shackles on him, the final trial can begin."

The woman hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Fei Du again, walked slowly to Fei Chengyu's moving sick room, and pulled down the sheet on him.

Fei Du's expression finally changed.

At 4:50 in the morning, the "underground fortress" where Fan Siyuan and the others were located was attacked by firepower comparable to the battlefield. Unfortunately, they could not get in and get out at the same time, and the two sides were almost deadlocked.

Zhang Donglai was in Fei Du's hands, and Fei Du threatened that he only had "an hour of endurance". At this time, the sky in Yancheng was about to break. No one knew what would happen to Zhang Donglai who was detained in a foreign country. Going crazy, it means to blow Fan Siyuan's shit-stirring stick to the sky.

Fan Siyuan was unmoved at all, not worried at all that he would run out of ammunition and food and be trapped here, and he would accompany them to spend.

At 4:55, Zhang Chunling couldn't hold back.

A cell phone rang suddenly on the driver who kidnapped Fei Du. He respectfully took it and handed it to Fan Siyuan: "Teacher."

Fan Siyuan smiled a little: "Zhang Dong, I thought you didn't plan to contact me anymore."

Zhang chūnling gritted his teeth: "What do you want?"

"Let's talk about the past," Fan Siyuan said, "you come in person, otherwise Fei's surname will not be able to see the sun rise, making the son in danger."

"You wait"

"I can wait," Fan Siyuan smiled. "Although I'm dying, there is still time. I'm afraid that Mr. Fei's people won't be able to wait, right, Mr. Fei?"

Fei Du couldn't answer, and Zhang chūnling hung up the phone quickly.

"Teacher, the people outside have ceased fire, they want to..."

The person who was lying on the safety door and looking out was half-speaking, and was suddenly interrupted by a loud noise - an indestructible wall of this underground fortress actually collapsed.

The bào earth láng cigarette was pressed down, and the corner of the innermost wall was not solid, there was a hole for about one person!

Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang followed the group of people who circled to the foot of the mountain dangerously all the way.

Lang Qiao was stunned, and couldn't help thinking of "Tunnel Warfare" that the school organized a group to watch when she was a child. She grabbed Xiao Haiyang, who wanted to go down, and carefully probed the surroundings. Then she made a gesture to him, and the two stood in front of each other. It seemed to be a small secret road for escape, only enough for one person to pass through, and he was smeared by the surrounding sand and gravel if he was not careful. Fortunately, someone had already passed the road.

Just when the winding tunnel was about to turn a corner, there was a sudden loud noise in front of him, Lang Qiao subconsciously put his hand over Xiao Haiyang's mouth and pressed him to the side.

Then, she heard someone's voice in the distance.

The man said, "This is the place we used to take refuge in just in case, but I didn't expect you to find it - Fan Siyuan, you don't think we built this shelter just to trap ourselves here, right? "