The bearded man asked why the accountant died suddenly, and whether Xiaocao killed the accountant.

The mouse nodded and said, almost, you think, Xiaocao is such a young girl who has been plagued by her for so long, I guess I have already had the intention of killing him.

The police thought the same thing, and Xiaocao was locked in an empty room for questioning.

The person who asked Xiaocao was a chubby policeman who Mao 18 didn't know.

Mao Shibai wondered, feeling strange in his heart, it stands to reason that he basically knows all the people in the criminal police team, why doesn't he know this person, even if he doesn't know him, he has met, but this person has never seen it.

In fact, Mao 18 didn't know that this person was a newcomer, named Du Zi, and he was a candidate who was ready to take over Gao He's position.

Du Zi seemed to enjoy this kind of questioning process, and asked Xiaocao if she was with the accountant last night.

Xiaocao said yes.

Du Zi asked, what are you doing together?

Xiaocao didn't speak.

Someone next to him said he was doing that.

Du Zi scolded, get out, I didn't ask you.

Du Zi said, what did you all do.

Xiaocao scolded in his heart, those who are grass and mud horses are all animals.

Du Zi saw that Xiaocao didn't speak, so he threatened Xiaocao and said, you are a suspect now, if you can't say it clearly, you can only be locked up.

Xiaocao couldn't help it, so she said what happened last night.

Du Zi sent the others out, and after a while, the moaning of grass came from the room.

Half an hour later, Du Zi came to the conclusion that the accountant was overindulgent and deserved to die.

The police car left, and Xiaocao dragged her tired body out of the room and let out a long breath.

Mao Eighteen went down the well for the first time today, and he felt that some of them were so novel.

But when he put a miner's lamp on his head, Mao Eighteen's right eye jumped twice for no reason.

It began to get dark, darker and darker, until there was no light.

An extreme fear came from the darkness, as if there were a lot of hideous eyes and malicious smiles to greet Mao Eighteen.

Mao Shibai felt that cold sweat began to come out of his back, more and more, and gradually gathered together from the spine and flowed down his buttocks.

This situation is undoubtedly a fatal mockery for a person who has never known how to write a fearful word.

Time is too long, as if it has been infinitely stretched by this endless darkness.

Heavy life ringing. Mao Eighteen felt his body tremble, as if it was over, and Mao Eighteen let out a long breath.

Two hundred meters underground, Mao Shibai couldn't think of what the concept was, if he had to describe it, it might be a feeling of going to hell.

The lights above were so faint, even the headlights in the alleyway.

There was a deathly silence all around, Mao Shibai looked at these numb faces in front of him, and he didn't know what it was like.

Maybe life was unfair from the start. Some people have a golden spoon in their mouths since birth, they have no worries about food and clothing, and they never know what hard work is and what helplessness is.

And these working people living at the bottom of the ladder, they, with their lives and blood, are exchanging their lives and blood for a kind of insignificant respect.

Mao 18 remembered a photo. It was a bare-bottomed little boy squatting in a corner, picking up pieces of bread on the ground with his dirty little hands.

The chengguan was scolding, saying that the child had affected the city's appearance.

The child said, "Uncle, I'm hungry."

No one cares about these small and humble existences, who can know how many of these humble and undignified contributions are behind the glory.

In the alleyway, there was feces and urine everywhere.

Some have been air-dried, like carcasses that have been air-dried thousands of years later.

Maybe these people are still there, maybe these people are no longer there.

The bearded men began to undress, and Mao Eighteen was surprised and asked, what are you doing here?

The bearded man said that in order to save money, he would have to deduct a lot of money if he didn't wash his clothes once.

Mao Shibai looked at the plump or shriveled bodies around him, and tears almost flowed down.

These men do not return home once, and when they endure mental and physical pain, they also have to endure spiritual desolation.

Survival is truly the most cruel form of criminal law, more devastating than any torture.

The machine rumbled, and the voice of the voice had been drowned out in the noise of Gao Fenbei, and Mao Shibai felt that he couldn't hear anything in his ears, and his head was blank.

The coal mining machine rumbled forward, and the men with bare butts were sweating like rain.

Mao 18 didn't know what the bearded people were thinking, what kind of ideas could make them persist here for six years.

Perhaps in their hearts, the efforts of their children and the waiting of their wives are all the motivation for them to stand here.

The soot has been covered with a delicate and even layer on the body.

Mao Eighteen felt that every pore of himself had been drilled into it, even the most secret places.

The sweat on the body has turned these things into mud, and some places have dried up, and it seems to be a layer of hard armor attached to the body, and it is uncomfortable to death.

Mao Eighteen didn't know how long he had been working, and in this environment, he had no sense of time.

The rumbling of the machine began to fade away, but there was still a residual scream in my ears.

The bearded man sat on the ground, just like that, with his bare ass.

He spat out the soot in his mouth, took his clothes from a distance, and took out a box of cigarettes, which were the red plums that Mao Eighteen bought yesterday. One person sent one and said, "it, rest for a day, how do you feel a little tired?"

Mao Eighteen put the cigarette in his mouth, but did not smoke it. The dust floating in the air already made Mao Shibai feel that his lungs were everywhere, and his chest was a little stuffy, and he felt that there was no place to hold the aroma of cigarettes.

The bearded man looked at Mao Eighteen and smiled, and said, what did it feel like on the first day.

Mao 18 shook his head and said, I don't know.

The bearded man said, when I came down the first day, I felt hot in the crotch of my pants before I was halfway through, and I peed, you are much stronger than me.

Mao Eighteen smiled, not because he was better than others, but for the truth of the bearded man.

Ten minutes later, the machine started to work.

Mao Eighteen felt that he had adapted a little bit, and he was really cheap.

The speed of the machine seemed to have been adjusted, and Mao 18 felt that he had run to the limit.

But looking at the beard around him, he seems to be able to deal with it easily, and he is not as busy as he is here.

Mao 18 felt that if the bearded man practiced kung fu, he would definitely be no worse than himself.

Time was flowing in the coals, and Mao 18 was looking forward to getting off work.

The rumbling sound of the machine suddenly became a little weird, like a monster roaring.

Something that I don't know what it was flew over, and the bearded man was still working with his head down, and he didn't notice it at all.