Ouyang Ping took out a pistol from his pocket, and Lu Yunpeng and two special police officers also picked up the gun and aimed it at the cabinet.

Ouyang Ping kicked the cabinet a few times with his suede shoes, and the door of the cabinet suddenly shook.

Lu Yunpeng tugged at Ouyang Ping's sleeve with his hand, motioned him to take a few steps back, stepped forward by himself, grabbed the copper handle of the cabinet with his right hand, and then pulled it suddenly.

Four guns were aimed at the inside of the cabinet at the same time.

Inside the cabinet was a man huddled - a monk to be exact. The monk's head was inward, his back was outward, his fat body occupied most of the cabinet, and the four of them could only see the shaky back of the gray monk's robe.

Ouyang Ping had a relationship with Guangjie on the way to Zouma Village, and in Ouyang Ping's impression, Guangjie's figure was relatively large.

"Get out of here - get out of here." Ouyang Ping said.

The monk didn't react to Ouyang Ping's words at all, and only sifted the chaff vigorously.

Two flashlights were pointed at the monk at the same time, and after a while, a pool of liquid flowed from the bottom of the cabinet.

Lu Yunpeng grabbed the monk by the collar with his hand and pulled it outward, and the monk quickly rolled out of the cabinet like a ball—at the bottom of the cabinet—where the monk had squatted, there was a wetland, which was the mark of urine.

The monk's back was already soaked with sweat, and the monk's forehead was covered with sweat.

"Take your hands off and let's get a good look at your face."

Instead of letting go of his hands, the other party hugged them tighter, and his whole body curled up in a ball.

Lu Yunpeng motioned for the two special police officers to pull the monk's hands apart.

Ouyang Ping aimed the beam of light of the flashlight at the monk's face. The other party's eyes were like flashing lights, blinking very hard, and his face was like ash.

Ouyang Ping had already recognized that this person was the Guangjie monk that the comrades were looking for.

"What's your name?" Ouyang Ping asked, taking out a pair of handcuffs from his trouser pocket and placing one of the handcuffs on the monk's right wrist.

"What's your name?" Ouyang Ping shouted.

When Ouyang Ping put the other end of the handcuffs on Guangjie's left wrist, Guangjie did not resist, and the whole person, this body was like a hypochondrombe, without the slightest sense of struggle.

Guangjie's feet also seemed to lose sensation, and when the two SWAT officers set him up, Guangjie's body staggered, losing his center of gravity and balance.

Guangjie was frightened.

Ouyang Ping was furious, and he kicked Guangjie's calf with his foot: "You stand firm for me." You two let go and let him go on his own. ”

The two SWAT officers tried to let go of Guangjie, but Guangjie's body was tilted to the side, and his legs were a little weak, and there was a feeling of shaking.

The fright may just be a reason, probably because Guang Jie has been curled up in the cabinet for a long time, and the meridians of his lower limbs have not fully recovered.

The two special police officers could only carry Guangjie out of the secret room - to be precise, they dragged Guangjie out of the underground palace.

When the two special police officers took Guang Jie out of the exit of the underground palace - climbed out of the altar, Zen Master Mo Wei, Elder Huiben, and Supervisor Zhiren were all stunned.

"Isn't this Guangjie?" Jiren was especially surprised.

The two SWAT officers felt a little support on Guangjie's legs, and slowly released their hands.

Guangjie finally stood still, probably because the sensation in his leg had not yet fully recovered, and he leaned against the back of the Buddha Shakyamuni.