The old and yellow color rendered by the environment made people feel angry and dull, and everyone walked all the way down for about five minutes, the sound in the passage was quieter, and the air became better, and even a faint air convection hit the human skin finely, making people feel cool. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The road widened and the condition was better, but then three forked junctions appeared.

The middle-aged superintendent of the team, who was the temporary commander, thought for a while, but decided to divide the troops into three ways and detect the rear area as comprehensively as possible in one fell swoop. They probably had another arrangement, and the middle-aged superintendent reminded everyone to pay attention to concealment and safety, and led the people into the middle road.

Griffith, as a mysterious advisor from 'that organization,' didn't say much at this time. He was not enthusiastic about the command and the division of labor among the people in front of him.

Besides, he didn't know about the other party's overall plan, and as a consultant, he was worthy of the name of 'consultant' to lead everyone from ignorance to a place so close to the truth.

China is so big, there are thousands of people in the Criminal Justice Department, because of the large population base, there is often training and actual combat during the day, and there are elites among them, all of whom are pragmatic and willing to work hard.

That's what these people are like in front of you.

As the so-called art industry has a specialization, in the eyes of these elite veterans of the Criminal Department, Mr. J from the mysterious organization is certainly powerful, and his methods and mind are amazing.

It has been more than a few months since the red-headed document was issued from above, and the ogre murderer has been set up to track down, and they think that they are down-to-earth and have gained some clues and progress in the case, but there is still a gap between solving the case.

But the people above entrusted this matter to 'that organization', and it was probably easy to do it, after all, although the people there were 'powerful', they were really not necessarily good at solving cases.

But this matter from the other party gave a positive reply, to now found the true body of the ogre, and then chased here all the way, although it cannot be said that Mr. J has made great contributions in it, but it really plays a pivotal role.

These privates in the Criminal Administration Department are not mediocre people who are jealous of the virtuous and envious, and besides, the identities of the two sides are different, there is no direct conflict of interest, and what they think in their hearts is probably that there is no vain under the fame.

It's just that this brain-wielding thing ends here, and Mr. J has done a good job, and they appreciate it. When things are done, maybe a report will be written, and maybe it will be helpful to this person's career.

However, as mentioned before, there is a specialization in the art industry, and Mr. J is an expert who eats with his head, so they are proud of at least a body of muscles and the professionalism of the system.

Griffith naturally had no reason to stop such a thing.

He followed behind a squad, leaning inside. The team leader who had just been selected turned his head to look at the big demon and frowned slightly, but in the end he still didn't say anything.

At the same time, another team alongside Griffith.

It was this time that the queue where the leader of the special operations team of the Criminal Enforcement Department was located, and it was also the team in the middle of the three forks.

After ten minutes of careful walking, everyone's nerves became more tense and sharp.

The wind and oxygen in the air were a little moist and damp, the gas blowing from the nostrils had a burning hot smell, and under the strong sneaking of the nerves, sweat gushed out of the pores, covering the tip of everyone's nose and side face, and even the shirt had a faint smell of sweat.

A team of three men walked silently through the passage, this place was already more than fifteen meters underground, and the layout of the buildings here was unusually grand.

It's just that they have not encountered any suspects in the base camp of this place along the way, and they have not even seen a living thing.

As he was thinking this, a faint shout faintly came out of the yellow halo that shook in front of him.

The captain of the torture department raised his right hand with his black tactical gloves and listened sideways for a moment.

The middle-aged man with short hair put his index and middle fingers together and pointed forward. The two men behind him hunched over him, and the middle-aged man followed, and after a few steps, he came to the source of the shouting.

The sound came from behind the foyer of a house, faintly nasal with weeping and mourning, and the man near the door tried to push the door gently, and it opened without hindrance.

Then I saw a woman dressed in burlap, bound hands and feet tied to the bed.

The woman's hair was fluffy and thin, and it seemed that it had not been cleaned for some time, giving the illusion of dry grass stalks.

She was tied to the bed, as if she had been abused, and the scars on her body loomed. On the face, on the exposed neck and arms, there are clear red marks from being whipped by the leather whip, and in some places, even the texture of the leather whip under the red marks can be clearly seen.

The coarse linen clothes worn by the woman were just a wide blouse, and because of its large size, it hung straight down to the knees to hide her slightly thin body.

When the door opened, the woman seemed to be choking with her face sideways, her lips were a little dry and cracked, and the scene inside and outside the door presented each other, and the woman and the men in the criminal department were a little stunned for a moment.

"Forehead ......"

The superintendent who opened the door reacted quite well, after all, he was a man with some experience, so he quickly strode into the room, let the people behind him in, and at the same time put his finger to his lips to signal the woman tied to the bed to be quiet.

It is not uncommon to find such mutilated female compatriots in the thieves' den, and these people are experienced old superintendents, so they quickly calmed down the other party's emotions.

The captain of the team led by the Criminal Affairs Department frowned and thought about it, and finally decided to leave one person to ease the hostage's emotions and moods, this is not a matter of sympathy, but because if they don't do this, the woman who is not effectively soothing and controlling her emotions is likely to ruin the big thing of their trip.

The superintendent who opened the door volunteered to stay, and the short-haired middle-aged captain continued to walk forward with another person, and soon disappeared into the beige darkness ahead.

The haggard-looking woman in tattered clothes was loosened from the ropes of her hands and feet by the superintendent who stayed behind, and sat up with a dull expression. The man from the torture department stood up and walked around the room, looking for a white porcelain cup, and poured a cup of boiling water for the woman.

The woman who has been abused for many years is obviously slower to react than ordinary people, and when she takes the cup and the man from the criminal department stands up, she habitually retracts to the bedside on the other side.

The superintendent who stayed behind sighed, which seemed to bring back some bad memories, and he walked to the window, shook his head, and explained in as soft a voice as possible:

"My name is Wu Ziming, the captain of the No. 3 Squadron of the Weicheng Criminal Affairs Department, and I came with the organization this time to carry out a special mission.

But rest assured, girl, although this den of thieves is hidden, it is still exposed. The large army of the Criminal Law Department is already on the way, so don't panic, you don't need to panic, we will definitely not let you be hurt again......

After talking so much, I still don't know the girl's name?! …… Uh, ha, I was abrupt, how could I ask the girl's name for the first time......

But I do have a friend who looks a little like you, especially the part from the tip of his nose down, which is a bit too much.

If you don't dislike it, I'll introduce her to ...... when you go out."

The man from the criminal department stood in front of the window, looking at the fish that were closed and swimming around outside the window, and felt a little unfinished.

As he was saying this, he felt in vain that there was a wind behind him. Years of superintendent life sharpened his nerves, so he turned around sharply, only to see in vain that the woman who was supposed to be shrunk at the head of the bed and drinking from a white porcelain cup came behind him at some point.

And when he turned his head, the woman was opening her mouth viciously, almost clinging to her back when she was so close to him.

The back of his neck suddenly hurt, the middle-aged man subconsciously waved his hand to push the woman out, he roared angrily, and was about to stand up, but the bite on the back of his neck was numb in vain, and his whole body was heavily paralyzed.

The middle-aged superintendent struggled to control his body, his head turned, and at the last second, he saw the woman who had almost cracked her mouth open to the base of her ear and pounced on her again with a sinister smile.

The blood-red palate, tonsils, and foul odor attacked the man's vision and nasal membranes for a moment......

The woman's lips were no longer the oval tongue of a human body, but the tip of a long, forked tongue similar to that of a lizard or a snake, swaying wildly in the air, dripping with crystalline and moist mucus......

In another place, there is a lively dining hall.

Sitting at the head of the thin man in the middle of the triangle wave is slowly pinching the rosary in his hand with his fingers, he is a man in his fifties, and his face looks sad, like a peasant man who has suffered a famine and has no harvest.

The dry and rough rosary was slowly twisted in the man's hand, and he was probably thinking about something, and the voices of the crowd were lowered because of this.

Then at a certain moment, his fingers paused, and the man's eyes lowered and he glanced at the rosary in his hand. It's just that the face is consistent, so people can't see too much.

"Nian Yi, there is a guest coming, go and entertain it."

The man named Triangle Boma put down the ancient wooden beads in his hand and looked up at the middle-aged man sitting at the edge of the hall. This person was talking to someone before, probably talking about something of interest, so his right hand was still subconsciously patting his thigh.

Hearing the order of the triangle wave, he was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became strict, his hands and feet were placed in a neat position, he stood up, and saluted with one hand.

"Yes, Master."