The pig farm was located behind a hill that had long since become bare, with no trees around, not even a shrub to be found, and it was hard to believe that it was once a hill.

In the pig farm in the distance, two hunting dogs were barking wildly, Saturday regretted why he didn't pull the bag to come together, but thinking that there was Fang Lubai and the two of them next to him, Saturday was also bold and kept up with the footsteps of both of them.

The outside of the pig farm is surrounded by an iron fence, and a large iron gate firmly separates the farm from the outside. The two wolfdogs inside were still barking there, and the chains were stretched straight.

"I don't know if there's anyone in there." After Fang Lubai said something there, he shouted a few times inside, but no one came out to open the door, and the only sound was the barking of the two wolf dogs.

Seeing that no one came out to open the door, Fang Lubai touched his pocket, took out the tactical pen, unscrewed the switch, replaced the thorn on it, screwed the steel wire and stabbed it towards the iron lock.

After a while, only a click was heard, and the lock was opened by Fang Lubai. Fang Lubai hung the chain on the iron door on the knocker on the side, and carefully touched the pig farm, and the two of them followed closely into the yard on Saturday.

The smell around the pig farm was terrible, and the air was full of the smell of pig manure. Fang Lubai looked at the sewage flowing everywhere, and also asked Lu Zhu on the side: "Last time we smelled pig manure at the scene, is it really related to here?" ”

The small door inside the pig farm was not locked, but it was hidden there, so the three of them slowly felt inside. As soon as he pushed the door open, Lu Zhu found a round thing on the ground.

He reached out and picked it up, and found that it was a small police badge, which had been trampled on by this time, not only lost its original luster, but also had some stones embedded in it.

Lu Zhu handed the police badge in his hand to Fang Lubai, and after Fang Lubai glanced at it, he also firmly believed that Zhao Dawei was somewhere in this pig farm at this time, waiting for them to come to the rescue.

Fang Lubai hurriedly reported the new discovery to Wu Wenhui, who signaled them not to act rashly, and a large number of police were rushing towards this remote pig farm at this time. But Fang Lubai was in his heart to quickly find the actor and bring him to justice.

Fang Lubai put the phone back in his pocket, touched the scar in his palm, and his eyes instantly became sharp: "Be careful, the actor is very likely to be Wang Haiqing from this pig farm, although the outside door is locked, we still have to beware of him appearing from a corner." ”

Pushing open the door inside, I was greeted by the smell of excrement and a few green-headed flies, which were still hovering there.

The three of them stretched out their heads to look inside, and saw a group of pigs staring at the three of them, still humming there.

"There's another room in there, let's lean in and take a look." Fang Lubai pointed inside, only to see that there was an inconspicuous small house inside, just at the end of the corridor.

So the three of them stepped on the slippery concrete road, and the pigs on both sides were still barking.

The hygiene in the pig house was very poor, the cement road in the middle was flying feces and urine, and the flies were also scurrying around, and some of the pigs were eating in the trough, and some followed the three of them towards that side.

"Are these pigs sperm, why do they still follow us?" Lu Zhu watched the pigs follow them through the fence, and also talked to Fang Lubai.

"Don't think pigs eat stupid animals." Fang Lubai didn't pay attention to the pigs, but slowly leaned towards the room.

Pushing open the door and looking inside, I saw a dim incandescent lamp hanging on the wall, and the wall was a little dark, so the light in the room was not particularly good. Inside, there are all kinds of tools, wrenches, pliers, electric drills, and ...... And a bloodstained hacksaw.

Fang Lubai reached out and took the hacksaw in his hand, carefully examining the blood stains on it.

"The blood on this is probably the blood of an animal, which should have been used by him when he killed the pig." Saturday just glanced at it and determined whether the saw had any human blood on it.

However, Fang Lubai didn't take her words to heart, and just looked at a corner. He reached out and tugged at the tab on the ground, where there was a cellar hidden.

None of the three had flashlights, and the overhead lights were impossible to remove. At the critical moment, Fang Lubai took out a treasure lighter from his pocket.

Fang Lubai lifted the lid of the lighter, only to hear two soft sounds, and a small flame appeared on the lighter, dispelling a bit of darkness below.

"I didn't expect you to smoke!" Saturday saw Fang Lubai take out a lighter to light up the cellar, and also stretched out his head to look inside.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, the space in this cellar is not small, and the fire engine can last for a while, I don't know if the ventilation below is good." Fang Lubai took the lead in going down to test the situation, and found that there was no problem, so he also urged the two of them to come down quickly.

The two of them followed the ladder to the ground, and although there was a glimmer of fire illuminating this darkness, it was still far from enough for this darkness. I can't see my surroundings clearly!

The incandescent light above his head was still emitting a soft light, but it could only illuminate a small area at the entrance, which was pitch black, fortunately, Fang Lubai had a lighter in his hand, and with the help of this faint light, the three of them also wanted to find out if Zhao Dawei was here.

Fang Lubai walked slowly towards the front, stretching out his hand and groping around. There seem to be a lot of bags underground, and there are some things in them, all neatly stacked.

Fang Lubai touched his hand on the bag, and then put his hand on the tip of his nose, only then did he know that this was a place to store feed.

The cellar was not damp, even a little dry, perhaps because the walls were made of cement, so the humidity was very low.

"There is so much feed stored here, just with those pigs outside, they can't eat all this feed, so what does Wang Haiqing want to do." Lu Zhu also saw the feed bags around him, so he asked Fang Lubai and Saturday.

"Maybe that guy is lazy, so he doesn't have to go out and buy so many things." Saturday grabbed a handful of the opened feed, sniffed it to the tip of his nose, and said as he threw the feed back.

Fang Lubai looked at the half bag of feed and the empty bag on the side, and said, "Maybe he doesn't want to contact others, or he doesn't want more people to know the secrets here." ”

There was not only fodder, but also some worn-out tools, neatly stacked in a corner.

Saturday got up and leaned towards the corner at the other end, but he seemed to sense something wrong in his heart, so he glanced at the entrance, and found that there was still that faint light on it, so he relaxed and prepared to continue arguing.