Section 20 Werewolves in the bushes
The local police station, that is, the Yuxian Police Station, handed me over to the municipal criminal police brigade, and the people who took over turned out to be Guo Zhenchao and Yin Wenbin. My hands were handcuffed behind my back. The handcuffs are worn on the hands, and if you try to break free, the handcuffs will lock tighter and tighter. I don't know where I got this unpopular knowledge. But I kept earning. "Why are you handcuffing me?" As a result, a circle of blood was ground on the wrist. The car slacked on the road, and a puff of smoke and dust rolled up from the rear of the car. Yin Wenbin held the steering wheel in his hand. Guo Zhenchao sat next to me. From the rearview mirror hanging above Yin Wenbin's head, you can see that he is smiling relaxedly. They ignored my questioning. "Why are you arresting me?" I turned my head to look at Guo Zhenchao. He glanced at me as if he were looking at a newly caught prey, his expression relaxed and proud. "What law did I violate?" "What the hell are you trying to do?" "Is there any justice?" …… No matter what I said, they just smiled and didn't answer, and their expressions were almost identical, as if they had been discussed beforehand. I was caught up in the silence they had created, my heart pounding, and as time went on, I felt more and more nervous. Originally, I was full of confidence, because I didn't steal, I didn't rob, and I didn't kill anyone. I'm not a criminal. They just misunderstood me. But now I'm sweating profusely because of their meaningful silence. There was a pungent smell of leather in the police car, as well as the smell of sweat emanating from the black and fat Guo Zhenchao, and the smell of smoke breathing right next to my ears, which was disgusting. The instrument behind the steering wheel shows a total mileage of more than 80,000 kilometers and a current speed of 80 yards. The sound of the tires was very loud, and it seemed to be spinning and whirling under my feet, and every now and then a stone was bounced up and hit the fender, clanging. After about 10 minutes of running, the car had already driven out of Yuxian Town, and after another quarter of an hour, the car began to climb. The slope is not large, only 15 degrees. At the top of the slope, Yin Wenbin turned the steering wheel to the left and stepped on the brakes. The car stopped in the thick shade. On the right side of the road is a dense bush, and on the left is a rice field. Yin Wenbin and Guo Zhenchao got out of the car first. Guo Zhenchao opened the car door leaning against me from the outside, grabbed me by the neck, and dragged me out of the car. He pointed to the bushes and said in a commanding tone, "Go up." "A narrow grass path peeks out from the side of the bush." What the hell do you want to do? Yin Wenbin yelled in a deep voice, "Shut up." Guo Zhenchao pushed me on the back, "Hurry up." "I didn't break the law." "What the hell do you want to do to me?" …… Walk through the bushes and inside are dense cedar forests, with thick needles piled up on the ground, slippery mosses, and knee-deep ferns. I leaned and fell to my knees. Guo Zhenchao kicked me in the knee socket. Guo Zhenchao stood in front of me, and Yin Wenbin was behind me. Guo Zhenchao bent down and stretched out his fan-like palm to pinch my chin, "Say, where are the ancient paintings?" "What do you want my ancient paintings for?" "Where are the ancient paintings, say." His spit splashed in my face. "It's from my ancestors." "Let me ask again, where did you hide it?" His camel-eyed nails stared at me. "I don't know?" My head was kicked by Yin Wenbin behind me, "Not honest." Guo Zhenchao looked up at Yin Wenbin behind me. Yin Wenbin turned to me, "How do you know my surname is Yin?" "I used to call him Officer Yin when I was at the police station." Record book. "You're lying?" He didn't believe it, "You already know me, don't you?" "I don't know you." "Show me the old paintings." Guo Zhenchao does not leave ancient paintings. "When I was in a psychiatric hospital, I was gone." "A mental hospital?" Guo Zhenchao turned his head to look at Yin Wenbin, "This kid heard our conversation." "He picked up a stick from the ground, held it high in the air, and hit me on the head like a baseball. The stick was broken in two. There was a loud buzz in my ears, and a great pain hit my body. I fell into the grass like a stunned eel, sore and weak, without any strength. I had become meat on their chopping block to be slaughtered, and my consciousness was surprisingly awake at this point. Behind me is an impenetrable wood, and with a single step, they can't find me. But I don't really have any strength in me. Guo Zhenchao followed up and threw the broken half-stick on my head. "Let me ask you one last thing, where are the ancient paintings?" "Someone stole it, I really don't know." My voice was hoarse, with obvious fear. Yin Wenbin said: "I doubt that this kid's amnesia has been cured and can no longer stay." He looked at Guo Zhenchao and put his finger across his chest. If you don't have ancient paintings, you can't get money. Guo Zhenchao said, "Ruan Xiaowei still owes a lot of debts?" Damn, come on, where are the ancient paintings? He looked very anxious and repeatedly asked about the whereabouts of the ancient paintings. According to my guess, the ancient painting should be in the hands of Lin Xiaowan, who disappeared, but I didn't name her. Yin Wenbin suddenly asked Lin Xiaowan if I knew Lin Xiaowan before, and whether I gave the ancient paintings to Lin Xiaowan. I said no way, I had never met Lin Xiaowan before. "As long as you tell me who the ancient painting has been handed over, I'll let you go." Guo Zhenchao gave me a glimmer of hope, but I really don't know who took the ancient paintings. "Isn't it Lin Xiaowan? Answer me. Yin Wenbin asked. I'm not sure if Lin Xiaowan took it, I kept silent. "Isn't it her?" Guo Zhenchao said, "You just need to nod." Otherwise—" He pulled the gun out of his waist and pressed it against my head. "It's important to save your life first," Yin Wenbin said in a hurried tone, "If he finds out about the past, we'll all be finished." This kid's amnesia seems to have healed, he's pretending. As soon as the gun in Guo Zhenchao's hand rang off, the pistol safety was opened. Bang - "I feel like my head has been punched through, but my consciousness is still there." What's going on? I opened my eyes. Guo Zhenchao and Yin Wenbin crouched in the grass. Guo Zhenchao's wrist was bleeding, and the pistol fell to the ground. There was a rumbling in the half-man-tall bushes ahead, and a shadow was moving rapidly. Yoon fired two shots in that direction. The shadow didn't move. Yin Wenbin crawled and moved about ten meters in the direction of the shadow, and the shadow suddenly shifted behind a large pine tree. Guo Zhenchao pinched his right wrist with his left hand, "Damn, it hit my wrist." Yin Wenbin turned his head and put his finger to his lips. Large beads of sweat appeared on Guo Zhenchao's forehead, and his right hand began to tremble. A werewolf suddenly stood up from behind a pine tree and fired several shots in the direction of the two. The two hurriedly rolled to the side, one behind the other, hiding behind the big tree. At this point, they were about twenty meters away from me. I crawled into the thick bushes in pain, letting the thorns pierce my body. "Zuo Yan ran away!" Yin Wenbin said. "Bastard, chase after it." Guo Zhenchao was annoyed. Bang bang, the werewolf behind the pine tree fired several more shots in the direction of the two of them. The two of them wanted to get up and chase me, but they were re-pressed in the grass by the werewolf's bullet and couldn't get out. I climbed faster and faster, then rolled down a dirt ridge and landed next to the police car. I reached through the window, pulled out my backpack, and walked around the police car. A tanker truck whizzes by. I crossed the road, through the middle of the rice paddies, climbed a hill that was not too high, and jumped like a projectile to the foot of the mountain, into the endless waves of wheat. I stumbled and ran in the wheat field, my face and arms were swept around by the sharp wheat, itchy and painful, and the soles of my feet were full of sand and dirt that would scatter when I stepped on them, and I couldn't make my toes stronger, and I relied entirely on the strength of my thighs to step forward, and I was very tired. Finally, I threw myself down in the wheat field, my nose and mouth flattened in the hot and humid soil, and my lungs burned like a burning pain. After a while, I rolled over and lay on my back on the ground. I saw the werewolf again, and though I couldn't see clearly in the gloomy woods, the long, glittering fangs made it clear to me. The man was clearly wearing a wolf's head, but his body was human. Who the hell is he? If she is Wan'er who appeared upstairs in the museum's security department, it is Lin Xiaowan, then it proves that Lin Xiaowan is still alive and has not been thrown out by the plane. But why did she save me again. Why is that? If she reappears, I'll be sure to catch her and ask, did she take my old paintings? But I probably don't have that opportunity right now, because those two cops may be chasing her. What should I do now, how can I find her? And why did those two policemen drag me into the woods to interrogate me about the whereabouts of the ancient painting, instead of putting me in the police station, and what did that ancient painting mean to them? And what do they mean by "the past things that I am afraid of being poked out by me"? I lay on my back in the wheat field, thinking about these brain-burning questions, and fell asleep. When I awoke, I saw rows of turnips planted in the wheat field, and I plucked two of them, wiped the mud on the grass, and ate them by biting the skins. While eating, I thought of a person - Tang Chao Renjie, a private detective who claimed to be a contemporary Di Renjie in a mobile phone chat group and claimed to be a master of detection. He may be able to help me get to the bottom of these mysteries.
Unexpectedly, I fell into the black hole of ancient paintings without any resistance. Copy the translation results to Google Translate