The news that Zou Ping came out of the walkie-talkie exploded on the road, and the onlookers and their families became even more angry, and some of them took the opportunity to cross the cordon and get close to the vehicle escorting the suspect, but they were driven back by the police. At this time, there are more and more people on the road, and there are many self-built houses on the outskirts of the county, and many people simply climb on the roof or sit on a high place, but what they don't know is that the location of Zouping and I is already some distance from here.

Chen Guijie had the manhole cover of the sewer pried open, and the victim's bloodstained clothes and two fingernailless hands were sent out and handed over to the police. Hearing that the deceased's hands and clothes had been found caused even more commotion.

Officer Zhu called the deceased's wife to identify the clothes and hands, his wife was supported by the brother-in-law and younger siblings, and at the first sight of it, she was frightened and screamed "ah", and then wanted to rush over and take the clothes with her hands, but was pulled away by the forensic doctor next to her, and his wife let out a low howl, desperately trying to squeeze the clothes.

"I bought him the T-shirt", the woman yelled and cried, "You shit, why are you going to die like this?"

Officer Zhu hurriedly asked the left and right to take the family members down, and this kind of scene is absolutely devastating to people's psychological endurance.

But what about corpses?

His whereabouts remain unknown.

I'm still on the other side of the sewer.

The sewers in this city are a little old, although there are traces of renovation and repair in the drain pipe connecting the sunken manhole, in general it is still rusty, in addition to the moss, I can feel rust powder falling on my face from time to time, such an environment full of hydrogen sulfide, methane and ammonia many toxic substances, who is a normal person who will often haunt it?

Slowly, I found that my body seemed to be able to raise a little higher, and strangely, as I continued to walk, my feet did not step into the sewage anymore, but on the stone ridge, and the sewage seemed to flow into a ditch, although it was really narrow. I can slump around.

But then, I also noticed that there were more and more rats, on the ground, I had not seen more than two rats at the same time, but in the sewers, I saw a group of rats, probably more than five, or more, and they were larger than the ones on the ground, as if they were plotting to gather together for a meeting, and when they found my bright light, they "squeaked" and dispersed. Two of them rushed straight at me, through my crotch, and backwards.

In the area where the rats gathered, I found some rotten vegetable leaves and food bags, as well as some black stuff that I don't know what it was, and it smelled disgusting.

Maybe I was too focused, maybe I was too nervous, I forgot about lifting the manhole cover, and I didn't have a mask with an air breathing apparatus, but I felt that the sweat was completely soaked with my clothes, and my hair should have been half wet, and the sweat kept running down my cheeks, and I stepped on the embankment on both sides of the sewer step by step, holding the sewer wall with one hand.

Suddenly, there was a smell in the air that I had never smelled before, and my sense of smell told me that it was markedly different from the smell I had when I first entered the sewer, with a strong musty smell and a rotten smell. Scenes of passages and exits flashed in my head. This is supposed to be another area of the sewer, but the space is still dark, and the sound of the road is much quieter and quieter.

And, most crucially, it's noticeably much wetter here.

I felt the sound of water running under my crotch. Looking down, I saw that in the ditch here, the sewage flowing through it didn't know when it became bigger.

"Tick"

"Tick"

The water on the overhead pipes kept dripping.

I looked up and shone the light and saw that more than one place was dripping.

The walkie-talkie was quiet now.

The air seems to be forbidden.

As I walked on, the pipes seemed to get taller and the space seemed to widen. In the bright light of the headlights, I felt as if there was some light in front of me.

I was pleasantly surprised and quickened my pace.

Wait a minute.

Something flew towards the pillar of light of my headlamp.

Touching my helmet as he skimmed by.

"Oh! ”

I yelled unconsciously. I leaned sideways to the side to support myself, and then I realized that what I touched was not the pipe wall, but the ......

Solid walls, yes, are solid walls, real brick walls.

What is this place? Is this still a sewer?

My heart was beating so hard that I squatted on the ground, and the fear came over me instantly, and my nasal passages seemed to be out of order, and I couldn't smell the musty or rancid smell. The scenes from the horror movies came to my head one after another, but I was also a person who loved to think about it.

I tried my best to restrain my panic. I took my headlamp off and held it in my hand, desperate to know where I was.

I estimate that this is a confined space constructed of a rectangular solid wall, different from the previous pipeline, it should be a large sinking manhole or something, but there is no manhole cover, about 1.9 meters high, relatively open, the middle sewage channel is also a lot wider, the water is also a little faster, this is the place connected with the pipeline, I can stand up, but the edge of the ridge is very slippery, there is moss, it seems that there is often sewage gushing up, although the front is still dark, the helmet is still against the ceiling, but my body, especially the waist, is much more comfortable than just now.

I dangled it with my headlamp and noticed a black object lying on the wall with a pair of small wings.

"Bats. I muttered to myself. There's no sunlight here all year round, so it's strange that there are no bats, and this must be the thing that flew towards me just now.

Out of awe (mainly fear), I decided not to disturb it, leaning as far back as I could against the other wall, leaning down and slowly half-crouching over.

After walking a few steps, I noticed that there seemed to be an iron door on the wall, which happened to be in my blind spot, and I couldn't see it when I went straight. The door looked old, rusted in many places, and I couldn't see its original color, so I pushed it with my hand, but it didn't move, and then I looked carefully with the headlamp, and it was full of dust and mildew.

I stood up and kicked it, and the door made the sound of the iron sheet being slammed. With a few echoes, rust and dust drifted through the pillar of light, but there was still no response.

I was wondering if the body was hiding behind the door. There was a "plopping" sound from the sewage that had been gurgling in front of us, followed by a series of dripping sounds.

"Anyone?"

My heart suddenly became nervous again, who would haunt such a place? beggars, homeless people, construction workers?

But there's no light in that direction.

"Which one is there?" I yelled boldly.

There was no response except for the echo.

"Which one?" I called again.

No response.

"I'm from the fire brigade. ”

Or silence.

The sound of dripping water was gone.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the skin of my mouth, and found that it was already old, and my saliva had turned into sweat and evaporated.

I was anxious to find out what was going on in front of me, so I kept hurrying forward, my eyes fixed on the front, and I didn't care about the big drops of sweat. I took off my mask and put it in my jacket pocket. But the more I walked, the more the strange musty and putrid smell just now became heavier, and it entered through my nasal cavity, which stimulated me to sneeze.

I covered my nose and stopped.

At the same time, there was a "snap" on his foot, and he stepped on something.

I looked down and saw that it was a foam board that was too dirty to be dirty, and there was black-green moss, washed up from the middle ditch to the ridge.

I took my headlamp and looked ahead, and found that there was a lot of garbage, not only white foam, but also discarded clothes, shoes, thermoses, foam bowls, and various packaging bags all the way through. Some of the floating debris is still being carried out by the sewage in the ditch, flowing towards the darkness below.

The gutters have widened, but why is there so much garbage? Could it be that this is a garbage removal point?

Wrong.

"Plop. ”

It was the sound of falling water again, with a series of dripping sounds.

It's right in front.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I rushed over with my headlamp on. The ditch is slippery and mossy, and it seems that the heavy rain in the past few days has caused the sewage to recede. I walked cautiously. In the pillar of light of the headlamp, there is actually an exit in front.

The musty and rancid smell was getting heavier and heavier, and I felt that my nasal passages were a little unbearable, so I put on a mask and opened the gas cylinder. Suddenly, a breath of fresh air rushed into my nostrils.

It was really an exit, and I could see through the mask the rectangular opening of the bricks, but it was still pitch black inside.

I slowly approached the exit, feeling the brick wall around me.

"Wang. Wangwang".

A dog barked. It is especially loud in the long, narrow, dark and deep space. I was so frightened that I slipped and sat on the edge of the hill. The headlamp was thrown into the air and rolled on the ground a few times. The mask on his face was also torn off by the recoil, and the air inside made a "hiss" sound.

Over here...... How can there be a dog?

I couldn't care about the pain, so I quickly got up and put on the mask and checked the walkie-talkie hanging on my shoulder. Picked up the headlamp and shook it around, where is the shadow of a dog?

I leaned against the wall and entered the exit, and found that the space was much larger than I had imagined, like a square house, with piles of garbage scattered along the embankment, and even broken wheels of cars. Floating debris are constantly being washed up the embankment with the help of the sewage in the channel, and it continues to flow deeper. The larger ones are left in the ditch.

At this moment, all I could hear was the sound of an air pager delivering gas into my nasal passages.

Suddenly, a dark figure tried to slip in front of my eyes, and I turned on my headlamp. I shuddered when I found a large brown leper dog on the embankment not far in front of me, the fur on its body was not intact, and in some places the white flesh was exposed, especially the legs, which looked like the wound was rotting, and the wet sideways stopped to look at me, and the eyes were glowing with white light, and I shuddered.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, the leper dog wagged his tail and ran forward. I don't know where I got the courage, so I hurried forward, stopped wearing the air pager, and turned off the gas cylinder.

The leper dog seemed to be consciously waiting for me, always appearing in my pillar of light, stopping and looking sideways at me every few steps.

The smell of putrefaction is getting heavier, mixed with the smell of sewage, and I've retched twice.

The leper stopped around a corner and wagged his tail, I couldn't see what was behind the corner because my vision was blocked, but he was wagging his tail to tell me something.

I didn't dare to get too close to the dog, so I had to walk over step by step, but the smell of corruption was too strong, so I had to put on a mask again.

The dog kept wagging its tail, and its white eyes looked at me like that, without making any sound. I approached him with my headlamp on, trying to find some kind of self-defense, but there was nothing around.

At the same time, I heard a movement, like the sound of something rubbing against the ground, and the sound of plastic being squeezed.

As I slowly approached the corner, I suddenly had a "boom" in my head, and I was completely confused.

Under my light, three dogs were gnawing on the corpses inside the plastic woven bag, and I only saw the corpses lying on the ground with their heads down, with no clothes on their bodies, their skin was horribly white, and even some markings, their hair was all wet, and their handsless left shoulder had been bitten down, revealing their bones. The rest of the parts were still in the tattered woven bag. On the other side, there was the corpse of a dog, and it seemed that a brutal fight had just taken place here. Seeing my headlamp, the two dogs that were biting the carcass's head looked up, two pairs of white eyes staring at me, and there was even freshly bitten body fat on the corners of their mouths.