At about ten o'clock, the comrades escorted Zhao Qianqian to Qili Bridge.

When Ouyang Ping jumped out of the police car, Director Wang ran over. Two policemen were gesturing with several workers, each holding a long bamboo pole with an iron hook tied to its head.

Zhao Qianqian walked to the entrance of the Dongqiao Cave, pointed to the water and said, "The thing is there." ”

The place where Zhao Qianqian's finger is pointed is about 50 centimeters in the bridge cave - about two meters away from the bridge pier.

A worker sticks a bamboo pole into the water: "Is it here?" ”

Zhao Qianqian nodded: "The thing is in this place." ”

Two other workers walked to the bank of the river with bamboo poles in their hands, and were just about to put the bamboo poles into the water, when suddenly there was a noisy noise from nearby, and some of the spectators who had been standing on the bridge and the river bank suddenly ran towards the cultural center.

Earlier, the author once explained that the cultural center is at the north bridgehead - only a few dozen steps away from the bridgehead.

It turned out that the people who were singing Peking Opera in the cultural center suddenly stopped; The sound of pulling the erhu stopped.

After a while, a man rushed out of the cultural center with an old man on his back, and two people joined hands next to him.

Ouyang Ping saw very clearly that the old man behind the man was Zhao Qianqian's father, Teacher Zhao.

Ouyang Ping called Yan Jianhua to him, whispered a few words to him, and Yan Jianhua started the car and chased after him.

Soon, the commotion inside and outside the cultural center calmed down, and everyone gathered on the bridge and the riverbank.

Zhao Qianqian squatted on the riverbank, holding her head with both hands, just now, what happened inside and outside the cultural center, she should have seen it.

A person, as long as he is not a person who jumps out of the crack in the stone, what he does will involve the honor and disgrace of all those who are related to him.

Han Lingling and Liu Wenbin stood beside Zhao Qianqian.

The traffic on the bridge is temporarily blocked, and as long as there are people passing by here, there is no one who does not stay to see the Western scenery.

Three bamboo poles are lined up and move simultaneously in one direction, on the bank of the river. The bottom of the water is constantly turning upwards and black water, and there are many bubbles in the middle.

Ouyang Ping, Liu Dayu and Director Wang squatted on the shore, closely watching the situation under the bamboo pole.

Suddenly, the bamboo pole in the hand of a worker stopped, and it should have been an iron hook hooking something. The other two bamboo poles, immediately following their sides, are kept at a distance of about 25 centimeters.

After the two bamboo poles are in place, three people exert force at the same time.

The people on the shore heard the sound of iron hooks and metal touching at the same time, and according to Zhao Qian, there was a steel drill under the water.

Blisters formed under the water.

The three of them felt the importance of the head of the bamboo pole at the same time, and the speed of the bamboo pole was getting slower and slower.

When the bamboo pole moved to about two meters away from the river bank, a series of water bubbles suddenly appeared from under the water, and then the bamboo pole paused for a moment, and then the bamboo pole moved much faster.

Everyone was dumbfounded when the three bamboo poles left the water, and a piece of cloth was hooked on the iron hook at the head of the two bamboo poles.

Two workers swirled the cloth back and forth in the water and carried it to the shore.

A worker unfolds the cloth with an iron hook, and the shape of the cloth looks like the upper part of a dress, and there is a lot of black mud stuck to the cloth, and the color and texture of the cloth are not visible at all.

Liu Dayu handed Zhao Qianqian to him: "Let's see if this is the dress Gao Jianting is wearing?" ”

Zhao Qianqian nodded.

That is, the package falls apart as it is pulled.

Now that the things are scattered, people have to go into the water.

Ouyang Ping took off his big cap and took off his shirt.

Liu Dayu grabbed Ouyang Ping: "Ouyang Ping, I'll go down." ”

Liu Dayu was just about to enter the water, and a worker had already jumped into the water. The black water of the river suddenly flooded his chest.

It was too late, but it was too late, and another worker jumped into the water.

Two workers wore tank tops and large trousers.

The two of them slowly swam to the place where the bamboo pole suddenly stopped, and then slowly dived, it turned out that the water under the bridge was very deep, because there was too much silt, and nearby residents dumped garbage into the river, so there was even more silt under the water.

The two workers could only grope their feet in the mud under the water, and the water was already up to their chins.

Because the location is relatively certain, it only took two workers about half an hour to fish up eight things:

The first thing is a crowbar, which is one meter long and about two centimeters in diameter, and is machined from rebar, with one end flat and the other pointed.

The second thing is a shaving clipper.

The third thing is a half-dress - the hem of the dress, which is made of chemical fiber, and some fifty centimeters of hair is glued to the dress.

The fourth thing was a pair of women's flat leather shoes with an unnamed flower inlaid at the front of the shoe, and the shoe was measuring forty.five. Among women, such a large size is indeed rare, but if it is changed to men, it is very common.

The fifth thing is a jacquard bra, the material is silk, and the underwire and sponge on the bra are still there.

The sixth thing is a pair of briefs, which are made of a bit like nylon.

The seventh thing is a pair of one-piece stockings.

The eighth thing was a rotten strip of cloth.