In less than a minute, a train slowly pulls into the platform and then slowly stops. The door opened, and two conductors stepped down from the door, and after Hu Yunfei whispered a few words to them, he brought Jianyang Gaya into the carriage.

As soon as everyone sat down, they saw a group of people rushing towards the platform.

Nothing to say all the way.

At 6:25 p.m., the train slowly pulled into the Jingxi Railway Station.

Through the window, Zhao Zimeng saw the two police cars parked on the platform at a glance, and then looked at it, and there were five people standing seven or eight meters away from the police car, they were Xiao Lao, Director Wang, Ma Jianping, Xiao Luhan, and Lu Qian, they stood on the platform and looked.

There were some passengers standing on the platform waiting to get on the train, if it weren't for two police cars, it would not be easy to see Xiao Lao's group of five people at a glance.

When the people in the carriage were almost gone, Xiang Daimo and Ma Jianping escorted Yang Gaya towards the exit of the carriage. Carrying the chains of handcuffs and shackles in both hands, he stepped out of the carriage step by step.

Director Wang shook hands with the six people one by one, and he didn't say anything, just waved his arms vigorously.

At this time, it is superfluous to say anything.

Zhao Zimeng waved his hand, and Yang Gaya was pushed into the first police car by Ling Hu Yunfei and Xiang Daimo.

That night, Director Feng held a banquet in the canteen of the Public Security Bureau's guest house to greet Zhao Zimeng and his party. During the dinner, Zhao Zimeng reported the case to Director Wang and Xiao Lao.

After eating, Director Feng arranged for everyone to take a bath in the bathhouse near the Public Security Bureau.

While taking a bath, Zhao Zimeng, Ling Hu Yunfei, Xiao Lao and Xiang Daimo studied the next plan of action, and the interrogation of Yang Gaya must be put back for a while, and the interrogation will be carried out after Wang Hongbao's head and Ning Yannan's body are found. This is also what Director Wang meant, since the comrades put on this police uniform, they have gathered less and separated more with their families, so that Hu Yunfei and his party have left Jingxi for more than ten days, and it is time to go home to see.

Nothing happened overnight.

At eight o'clock the next morning, two police cars drove out of the gate of the Public Security Bureau and headed for Moling Road.

The location of the sluice gate is five or six hundred meters west of the crime scene, and it is only more than 100 meters away from the west wall of the Moling Road police station.

The more dangerous the place, the safer it is, this is also called dark under the light, who would have thought that there was a human head hidden in a culvert more than 100 meters away from the police station?

Since intervening in this case, the comrades' attention has often fallen here, but they have not paid much attention to it, and they have not even paid the slightest attention to it. The comrades went from Moling Road to Liuyedu many times, and each time they had to pass over the stone bridge on the north side of the sluice, and when the comrades were investigating the scene, Xiang Daimo also went to the sluice.

Police cars are parked at the bridge.

From a distance, I could see a large number of people gathered near the sluice culvert, including the sluice.

Zhao Zimeng got out of the car and walked towards the crowd.

The crowd got out of the way.

After receiving a call from Zhao Zimeng, Director Ma rushed to the sluice with a few of his subordinates and set up a yellow cordon around the culvert.

The south side of the sluice leads to the Qinnan River, and there is a river channel perpendicular to the Qinnan River on the north side of the sluice, and the river is built with stone slope protection on both sides, and the name of this river is Moling River.

The water of the Moling River and the Qinnan River is regulated by sluices.

Ma Jianping and Lu Qian walked in the middle of the team with Yang Gaya.

More and more people gathered around the sluice, and with the arrival of Zhao Zimeng and his party, the noise became louder and louder.

In the second half of the stone revetment, four rectangular culverts are arranged, the width of the culvert is about sixty centimeters, and the quarter of the culvert is underwater, and the two abandoned culverts mentioned by Chenyangaya are completely hidden underwater.

By the way, the author adds: the stone slope protection of the section between Moling Road and Liuyedu has been completed, and the cofferdam dredging project has been transferred to the section west of Liuyedu, so the completed section of the river has been filled with river water. The Qinnan River control project is proceeding in an orderly manner according to its own plan.

A policeman is using a bamboo pole more than a foot long to find an underwater culvert, he is Xiao Wang, a subordinate of Director Ma. Next to Xiao Wang was a man about fifty years old, who was a staff member of the sluice, and he was telling Xiao Wang the approximate location of the abandoned culvert and the length of the culvert. When Xiao Wang took the bamboo pole out of the water, everyone saw that there was a lot of black silt stuck to the bamboo pole.

On the bank of the river below the sluice gates were two wooden boats, each with a person, one of whom was the fisherman Fan Dengbiao, and the other was surnamed Tang. Both masters were putting a black leather coat on their bodies, and it was clear that they were going to go underwater. The leather coat they wore was the kind of leather worn by the fish-touching people. Fan Dengbiao and Master Tang were invited by Director Ma. If you want to get the human head out of the culvert, you need their help.

Zhao Zimeng and Fan Dengbiao shook hands with Master Tang one by one.

Ma Jianping and Lu Qian brought Jianyang Gaya to the culvert.

"There are two culverts underwater, which culvert are you talking about?"

He pointed to the bottom of a rectangular culvert to the east and said, "It's in this culvert." ”

"Where is Wang Hongbao's head in the culvert?"

"I'm going deeper."

"How deep?"

"It's probably that deep—" Descending Yang Gaya gestured to the bamboo pole in Xiao Wang's hand. According to the length of the stroke, it is about 2.5 meters.

"How did you get into the culvert?"

"I put my head in a snakeskin bag and carried it in with a bamboo pole. There was a lot of silt in the culvert, and there was no silt in the place near it, so I sent the snakeskin bag into the culvert from the gap above the culvert. ”

Fan Dengbiao, Master Tang and Xiao Wang whispered a few words, Xiao Wang walked up the embankment, pushed through the crowd, and ran towards the street, and a few minutes later, Xiao Wang ran back with a steel hook with a chopstick head and a roll of hemp rope.

Fan Dengbiao took the iron hook and rope from Xiao Wang's hand, and tied the other end of the wire to the bamboo pole with the rope.

Apparently, Master Fan wanted to hook the snakeskin bag out of the culvert with an iron hook - the space inside the culvert was too small for people to enter.

After two or three minutes of talking together, the two men slowly descended into the water, and soon, the water was reaching their abdomen.

Master Tang slowly approached the culvert and slowly sank his body, and the water soon flooded his armpits.

This indicates that the abandoned culvert is located at a relatively deep point underwater.

The two masters communicated with each other, slowly sticking the head of the bamboo pole into the culvert, because there were too many people near the scene, it was noisy and noisy, and it was difficult to hear what they were saying, and the communication between the two masters was also difficult, so they had to use gestures to communicate.

Master Tang controlled the direction of the bamboo pole at the mouth of the culvert, Fan Dengbiao took a few steps back, grabbed the tail of the bamboo pole and slowly pushed into the culvert, the bamboo pole was moving underwater, and the people on the river bank could not see the bamboo pole - they could only see Master Fan's body slowly moving towards the culvert mouth.

Master Fan advanced about 2.5 meters and stopped.

The people on the riverbank suddenly fell silent, and some were still muttering, but much quieter.

The two men replaced gestures with words.

"Old Tang, do you want to go in a little more?"

"Old Fan, go about fifty centimeters further."

Fan Dengbiao advanced about fifty centimeters towards the culvert mouth.

"How's it going?"

"Okay, almost. You advance and retreat – slowly move back – slowly push forward, come a few more times, turn the pole a few more times. ”

The people standing on the shore can understand what they mean, "one advance and one retreat" is to use the head of the iron hook to find the snakeskin pocket, "turn the bamboo pole a few more times" is to find the best contact point, and only by hooking the head of the iron hook to the snakeskin bag can the snakeskin bag be pulled out of the culvert.

Van Dengbiao's hands were underwater, advancing and retreating, and after a few repetitions, he began to move his body backwards.

When the iron hook hooks the foreign object, the hands of the two masters should have a feeling. Because the culvert is basically silt, the bamboo pole and iron hook can advance and retreat freely in the culvert, which can be seen from the speed of two people advancing and retreating.

A few minutes later, Van Dengbiao suddenly paused.

"Old Fan, did you hook something?"

"Old Tang, it seems that he has hooked something."

"You pull a look—a little lighter—a little more leisurely."

Fan Dengbiao's hands began to slowly pull back, and his body slowly stepped back.

Zhao Zimeng and Linghu Yunfei stood on the slope protection next to the culvert, and patches of sewage appeared under the water from time to time, and soon the area of sewage became larger and larger.

"Old Tang, it's quite heavy." Van Deng Biao.

Lao Tang also sank his body underwater, grabbed the bamboo pole with both hands, and pulled it out with Master Fan.

Suddenly, Master Fan's body leaned back, and the whole person, along with his head, sank into the water, and Old Tang also lost his balance in the water.

The two of them suddenly came out of the water again, wiping the water from their eyes with the back of their hands while spitting out the dirty water in their mouths.

It was clear that the hook had slipped off the object, perhaps the snakeskin pouch had been soaked underwater for too long and had lost its strength, or it could have been something else.

Master Fan put down the bamboo pole, took a few steps back, took a few mouthfuls of clean water with both hands, and then washed his face, he was far away from the culvert mouth, and the river water around him was relatively clean.

Old Tang picked up the head of the bamboo pole and looked at it, and the iron hook was still on top of the bamboo pole.

What else would be in the culvert besides snakeskin pockets and human heads?

"Old Fan, could it be a snakeskin pocket that you hooked just now?"

"It's not like, if it's a snakeskin pocket, it should be soft, and the thing that was hooked just now is a little hard, and suddenly it's slippery, like a stone."

"It can't be a human head!"

"It's not like hooking your head, you should be able to hook a snakeskin pocket, and a snakeskin pocket won't rot."