"Fang Lubai, look, is there something there?" Saturday nudged Fang Lubai with his hand, motioning for him to send the flame there to see what was hidden in that corner.

Fang Lubai sent the lighter there, only to see a person lying in the corner, the police uniform on his body had become extremely messy, and he was still unconscious on the ground, Fang Lubai and the three of them hurriedly came over, and after a closer look, it was indeed Zhao Dawei.

Fang Lubai poked his finger on the tip of his nose and felt the faint airflow across his finger, and then he relieved himself: "He's just unconscious, it's estimated that it's ......."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a bang, and the iron lid of the cellar was snapped. Fang Lubai put Zhao Dawei in his arms on the ground, climbed up the ladder, and after pushing it a few times with his hand, he found that the iron lid was not moving at all, so he retreated, staring at the two of them with an ugly expression.

"There should be someone up there, we...... It seems to be trapped in the cellar......" Fang Lubai's face was ugly, and under the light of the faint flames, his face turned a little pale.

"But don't worry, fortunately we just called, and they will be over soon, so we won't be in any danger by then." Fang Lubai said as he looked at Zhao Dawei.

"The air in the cellar is not very abundant, so let's avoid those unnecessary struggles and wait for rescue, if the lack of oxygen supply to the brain causes death, then death is very ugly." Fang Lubai said as he did it next to the ladder, and finally extinguished the lighter in his hand with a metal lid. After saying that, he closed his mouth, for fear of wasting a little more energy.

Although there were four people in this space together, this space was a little scary, and Fang Lubai seemed to be able to hear a soft sound overhead.

There seemed to be people walking around the cellar, and there were a few noises from time to time. Fang Lubai guessed that the guy was preparing to run, so he was packing some necessary supplies and some tools for committing crimes.

"If the actor guy knew I was locked up in the cellar, he should have come down and compared with me, but listening to his footsteps up there, obviously packing his things, it proves that he doesn't know how many of us are underground." Fang Lubai thought secretly in his heart, his hand clenched the tactical pen, and he looked up at the exit above his head.

Fang Lubai's head was a little groggy now, which was a lack of oxygen supply. At this time, it felt like someone had a film covering my face, and it became more and more difficult to breathe, and my eyelids became more and more heavy.

At this time, it had been fifteen minutes since they entered the cellar, Fang Lubai took a look at his watch with his eyes, and secretly prayed in his heart that Wu Wenhui and the others would come over quickly.

Zhao Dawei didn't seem to be in a good state at this time, his face was pale and he was leaning against a bag, his sanity had not yet recovered, and his forehead was a little hot.

"Zhao Dawei is estimated to have a fever, and seeing that his face is so pale, it is possible that he has been dehydrated. Did you two bring water? Fang Lubai looked at Zhao Dawei over there and asked the two of them on Saturday.

Saturday shook his body, took out a bottle of skin care water from his pocket, and handed it to Fang Lubai.

"It's a skincare product, but it's drinkable, it's just distilled mineral water." Saturday unscrewed the lid and carefully delivered the water to Zhao Dawei's mouth.

He seemed to feel the wetness in his mouth, and Saturday poured the small half bottle of water down his throat without much effort. Seeing that the unconscious Zhao Dawei had already drunk the water, the three of them also breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know how long it took for a few messy footsteps to be heard on the ground, Fang Lubai shook his sluggish head, slowly climbed up the ladder, exerted all his strength, and patted the iron lid on his head.

Saturday had already leaned on the bag and was unconscious, Lu Zhu was also shaking his head there at this time, Fang Lubai was only looking forward to the people in the police station at this moment, hoping that they could find this cellar as soon as possible and rescue them from here.

With a few sounds of metal grinding, the lid on top was finally opened. Seeing the faint light shining in overhead, Fang Lubai was also relieved, and quickly poked his head out and took a few breaths of fresh air.

"Fang Lubai, are you all right?" Bao Zheng pulled Fang Lubai out, and then poked his head in, looking at the dark cellar.

"Go quickly, Lu Zhu and Saturday are still below, and Zhao Dawei is also there!" Fang Lubai adjusted the rhythm of his breathing while talking to Bao Zheng, who took a flashlight and went to the cellar.

Seeing that Saturday and Zhao Dawei were carried outside to the car, Fang Lubai also started his mission, looking around in this small room with a pair of eyes, hoping to find even a little useful clue.

Wang Haiqing in front of him also suddenly asked Fang Lubai: "How do you know that I am not an actor?" ”

Fang Lubai saw that he was finally willing to talk about this matter, and secretly exhaled in his heart: "The actor guy has fought with me, he is more cautious than you, and he will not be as rude as you when committing crimes, he is always like an actor, reminding himself to be cautious all the time, and you are just like a clown." ”

After Wang Haiqing listened, he also leaned back on the back of the chair, although his hands were handcuffed to the table, he didn't care, just asked Fang Lubai if he had any cigarettes. Fang Lubai took out his box of 555 brand cigarettes, thought about it for a while, and put the cigarette to his mouth.

He took a deep puff of cigarette in his chair, and the interrogation room suddenly became smoky. As he spit out a puff of cigarette, a voice also came out of his mouth: "Of course I'm not an actor, an actor is just a code name, everyone in our organization can be called an actor, my real code name is actually called the postman." ”

"This has something to do with your murder methods, since you are a gang, who is your boss?" After Fang Lubai heard his explanation, he also said coldly.

"I'm not as cautious as a leader, but I'm not stupid, I won't reveal the secrets of the organization to you." After finishing speaking, he took a puff of cigarette, revealing his jagged yellow teeth, and looked at Fang Lubai there.

Fang Lubai didn't interrupt him, he adjusted his sitting posture, and then continued to talk there.

"All I can tell you is that the members of our organization are interested in you, so when I die, you should be ready for more challenges!" After he finished speaking, he also sat down in his chair and laughed.

"Wang Haiqing, a native of Tianhai City, his parents died in his early years, and his father worked as a postman, right?" Fang Lubai was about to put some pressure on him from the side, so he pulled out a report and read it himself.