"Those mud tires are useful—otherwise, the four masters would not have kept them, and when they see them, they will definitely take them out."

"I can't take it out."

"Why?"

"I smashed all the mud tires I could see with a shovel."

"Why do they hire artisans?"

"After the head of Guanyin Bodhisattva is attached to the neck, it will be painted, and there are some damages on Guanyin Bodhisattva's body and head, which must also be repaired. The four nuns had always wanted to do this, but they had no money in their hands. ”

It was very clever to think of everything that should have been thought of and to hide the body in the bodhisattva's belly.

The comrades have been to the Ma Po Po Nunnery three times, but unfortunately, no one has gone to the temple to take a look around, let alone care about the ravaged Bodhisattvas, then again, even if you have been to the Guanyin Temple, it is impossible to know that there is a corpse hidden in the stomach of the Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"Descending Yang Gaya, where did you hide Wang Hongbao's head?"

"Wang Hongbao's head is in—" The second half of the sentence was choked in his throat.

"Why didn't you say that?"

"Can you give me some water?" Yang Gaya said in a low voice.

Zuo Xiangdong stood up, picked up the water bottle, walked up to Jianyang Gaya, and poured most of the water into the teacup.

The water was relatively hot, and he took a shallow sip, but quickly spit it out. He was indeed thirsty.

He was still unwilling, he pursed his lips, and he kept blowing on the mouth of the teacup.

After Liu Dayu lowered his head and whispered a few words to Pang Feiteng, Pang Feiteng stood up and walked out of the interrogation room.

The interrogation in Shancheng was about to end, and Liu Dayu was making arrangements to return to Jingnan -- Pang Feiteng was going to prepare a car to take his comrades to the railway station -- and at this time, Liu Dayu was like an arrow.

After a few minutes, he finally drank the water into his mouth, and he only drank a little lightly. After a few mouthfuls of water, the originally flaky lips began to moisten.

"Say it! Where did you hide Wang Hongbao's head? ”

"I hid his head in the culvert of the sluice."

"Inside the culvert of the sluice? Where is the sluice? ”

"On Moling Road -- it's the sluice gate in front of the police station."

I have mentioned this sluice gate before, but I have only lightly mentioned it.

Liu Dayu and Chen Jie looked at each other for a moment, and they finally remembered that a few hundred meters away from the scene of the crime, there was indeed a sluice, and they could see it when they stood on the upper floor of the police station.

"The culvert of the sluice gate is a passage for water to enter and exit, aren't you afraid that Wang Hongbao's head will be rushed out of the passive water?"

"It was an abandoned culvert with a lot of silt in it. The water was no longer coming in and out of that culvert. ”

Chen Jie had been to the sluice, which was a small pumping station, and in his impression, there were indeed several culverts, one-third under water and two-thirds on the water.

"Descending Yangaya, is the culvert you talking about above water or underwater?" Chen Jie asked.

"Underwater - underneath the four new culverts - they are generally not visible."

"How do you know?"

"Last year, there was little rain, the water level of the Qinhuai River was very low, and more than half of the two old culverts were exposed, and when I was walking along the river, I heard from the fishermen that the two culverts had never been exposed, and the fishermen also said that they were two abandoned old culverts - they had been abandoned for many years."