Chapter 22 Blindness of Mind (18)

The bus was noisy just now, and the voices of the two chatting were very low. Even if the other party's headphones were not playing videos or music, they probably did not hear their conversation. Jiang Wenchi was not worried about being exposed.

The man was holding a cigarette and looking at the two of them: "Private customization?"

Jiang Wenchi pretended to be timid and tightened Zhang Xuan's sleeves. Zhang Xuan tapped the ground with his civilized staff, took a step forward and nodded: "Yes. Are you Xiaobo?"

Xiaobo nodded, threw away the cigarette in his mouth, and took a step back to let Jiang Wenchi and Zhang Xu in.

When he closed the door, he glanced at the tricycle parked not far away and frowned slightly, but said nothing.

The warehouse is very empty. Although the ground is dusty, there are scrawled cleaning marks. There is a bald broom in the corner. There are not many footprints to the naked eye. Xiaobo should be the only one. It seems that after every transaction

He will clean the footprints.

There are two chairs in the warehouse, one of which only has three legs. There is a cardboard box next to the chair.

Xiaobo didn't talk much and didn't greet the two of them. After letting the people in, he bent down and took out a box of syringes from the carton. At this time, his phone rang. Xiaobo picked up the phone: "Hello, Brother Da."

I don't know what was said on the other side of the phone. Xiaobo paused in picking up the syringe, glanced up at Zhang Xuan and Jiang Wenchi, picked up a syringe, and then hung up the phone without saying anything.

It was pitch dark inside the cement pipe. Jiang Wenchi struggled to hold up his arms, squinted his eyes to find the light source, and crawled forward with all his strength. After crawling for about ten minutes, he reached the end of the cement pipe and finally saw a little light source.

The girl's thin and pale face gradually overlapped with the picture of Zhou Lu in his memory. Jiang Wenchi felt suffocated and had a sore nose, but fortunately, Zhou Lu was still alive.

Jiang Wenchi comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm a policeman and I'm here to save you."

Jiang Wenchi looked around and saw that the iron cage was locked and difficult to open without tools. There was also an iron door in the basement. Jiang Wenchi approached the iron door and saw a figure shaking outside the crack of the door.

Jiang Wenchi paused after hearing this, with unbearable eyes flashing, and finally nodded: "Yes, it was Aunt Wang who called the police. Don't worry, my colleagues are still on the way, I'll see if I can

Let you out."

Zhou Lu in the iron cage suddenly became nervous, hugged the boy tightly in her arms, and turned towards Jiang Wenchi: "Who?"

Jiang Wenchi poked his head out of the hole and saw a cramped basement. There was only a small light bulb in the ceiling that glowed dimly. There were several large iron cages placed against the wall in the basement. In one of the iron cages, a man with both eyes covered

A thin girl wrapped in gauze is hugging a sleeping little boy.

At this time, a man rushed in with a gun in his hand. Jiang Wenchi reacted quickly and immediately held down the man's hand holding the gun. The man's other hand grabbed Jiang Wenchi's neck, and the two rolled to the ground and started fighting.

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Although only half of the girl's face was exposed, she looked inexplicably familiar. Jiang Wenchi looked carefully through the dim light and saw that she was wearing dark and dirty pajamas, with gauze covering her eyes, and the blood on it had dried and turned black.

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At this time, Xiaobo had already walked up to Zhang Xuan, held the needle in his mouth, took the leather strip but did not tie it to Zhang Xuan's elbow, but quickly tied Zhang Xuan's wrist, then raised the needle and pushed it towards Zhang Xuan.

Pricked hard on the neck.

At this time, the iron door was suddenly opened from the outside, and then a gasoline barrel was thrown in. The gasoline barrel hit the large iron cage and fell to the ground. There was no lid on the mouth of the barrel, and gasoline gurgled out.

Jiang Wenchi kept chasing after him. Although Jiang Wenchi was faster, Xiaobo was better at familiarity with the terrain. Behind the warehouse were slopes covered with weeds and bushes. Xiaobo, wearing a military green jacket, rushed in.

As if he had brought his own camouflage uniform, Jiang Wenchi was so dazzled that his eyes were almost blurred.

Although the fire did not reach the cage, the heat wave of the fire had already burned the little boy to the point of screaming. Zhou Lu endured the burning and groped around, hugging him tightly in her arms, using her back to isolate himself from the heat of the flames outside.

Jiang Wenchi searched around in the big pit, and soon found a gap in the earth wall of the pit. She tried to open the gap, and found that it was a wooden door covered with mud, blocking a small or thin child.

Only a few people can drill into the cement pipe.

Zhou Lu was pleasantly surprised: "Really? I'm Zhou Lu! Did my godmother call the police and ask you to rescue me?"

Jiang Wenchi took a deep breath, cautiously approached the iron cage, and asked in a low voice: "Excuse me, are you Zhou Lu?"

Jiang Wenchi took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the surrounding environment, and sent it to Qin Chuan together with the location. Fortunately, although it was desolate, there was still a signal. Seeing that the message was successfully sent, Jiang Wenchi opened the wooden door and climbed out of the hole.

Got in.

Jiang Wenchi looked back while running and saw that Zhang Xuan was not injured. Considering that Cao Tianyuan was right outside the door, he would soon notice something unusual and rush in. Jiang Wenchi did not hesitate and continued to chase Xiaobo.

"As we agreed before, we need to draw blood and pay a deposit first. If there is a match in our resource database, we will let you pick up the goods. If you want to expedite it, you will have to pay more."

But at this moment, the iron door behind her was kicked open again, and a torch flew in. Jiang Wenchi flew up in the air and kicked the torch away, but sparks still fell to the ground, igniting the gasoline on the ground.

Xiaobo was not willing to fight. Before Jiang Wenchi pounced on him, he turned around and rushed towards the corner door behind the warehouse. Jiang Wenchi and Zhang Xuan immediately chased after him. However, the anesthetic dose that Xiaobo injected into Zhang Xuan was very large, and Zhang Xuan

After running two steps, he staggered and fell to the ground.

Zhang Xuan reacted quickly. After his wrists were tied, he immediately raised his foot and kicked Xiaobo over. However, he was still hit in the arm by the skewed needle.

Jiang Wenchi observed the footprints around him and guessed that Xiaobo had fallen into the pit, so he jumped down.

Xiaobo said, walking towards Zhang Xuan and Jiang Wenchi with a syringe in his hand, his eyes dark and unclear, and Jiang Wenchi's heart skipped a beat.

Jiang Wenchi saw the light of a torch shining outside through the gap, and instantly realized that the other party wanted to set a fire. She kicked the door shut, immediately picked up the gasoline barrel and threw it into the far corner.

Although Xiaobo was thin, he was very agile when running. Jiang Wenchi chased him and saw his figure jumping up the slope not far behind the warehouse.

After chasing for about half an hour, a half-acre deep pit appeared in front of Jiang Wenchi. The pit had neat edges. It looked like the foundation dug by local villagers to build their own houses. Perhaps the work was stopped due to violations.

It was abandoned here.

At the same time, flames burned brightly outside the iron cage.

Every time Jiang Wenchi took a breath, her nose and throat felt like they were being burned, and the man she was fighting with was also coughing violently.

In the iron cage, the little boy hid in Zhou Lu's arms and cried. Zhou Lu gritted his teeth and endured the pain. His long hair was gradually curled by the hot air.

Jiang Wenchi was pinched until her face turned red, and the veins on her forehead were exposed. She stared in the direction of Zhou Lu, and saw Zhou Lu being roasted by the fire and almost ignited. Jiang Wenchi felt anxious and resentful, but she was pinched by the neck.

Gradually lacking oxygen, Jiang Wenchi felt that his strength seemed to be losing...
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