After about an hour, Lao Yang came out with a yawn. Looking at his expression, he knew there was something going on.
"What's this called?" Lao Yang said with a smile as he placed a notebook on me.
"You can't find anything even if you wear iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get here." I said without thinking about it.
The coffee at the police station was bitter than the coffee at home. I took a sip and threw it aside. I took out the notebook and read it. It was the police station’s transcript. The words on it were written very gracefully. Judging from the writing style, it must be a woman.
It's so well written that this thing can be considered a confidential document and is generally not allowed to be seen by outsiders. The fact that Lao Yang can take it out at least shows that he is still somewhat powerful in this three-acre land.
The above content is generally presented in the form of a dialogue, because the process is cumbersome and the number of pages is quite large. Lao Yang sat next to me holding the cup with both hands, raised his head and looked at the coffee in the cup and whispered to me:
"Zhang San, whose real name is Zhang Zhen, has a college degree in Chinese language and literature. He has been interested in antiques, calligraphy and painting since he was a child. In the past few years, he has made a living by reselling antiques. He has connections with several tomb robbery gangs and also works as a middleman to sell stolen goods and resell them. According to
He said, because
He has not made any money over the years for various reasons. What really got him started in this business was about five months ago, when he said that a group of tomb robbers found a wet corpse that was not completely decomposed in an ancient tomb, but
The funerary objects are gone, even the corpse
All the burial clothes on his body were stripped off. Except for some worthless rags, only the corpse was still intact. Those people were very unhappy. One time when they were eating, they asked him if the corpse could be sold for money. At that time, he just said
Just kidding, but didn’t think much about it
For a long time, this kid heard that there was a big customer in Daoer who was collecting ancient corpses, and he would pay any price as long as they were well preserved. So, this kid found the worker and took out the corpse that had been left unattended in the tomb.
Negotiate the price and make a net profit of 200,000 yuan."
"Two hundred thousand?" When I heard this, I was quite surprised. If you read a novel, two hundred thousand is not a big number, but in real life, if converted into gold, it is not a small amount. These days
What's wrong? Everything is really precious! Thinking of this, I turned around and asked him: "Then who is this seller? Do you know?"
"It's a foreigner. If you scroll back, it says, but this guy's level is too low. He can only be regarded as a 'second-level dealer (middleman).' He can't tell what the boss behind the scenes is. However, there is
I think you might be interested in something. I heard from my colleagues that Mao Xianfang is related to a
Foreign groups have many connections. In the past, Mao Xianfang's company was involved in a sensational smuggling case, and he was also prosecuted as one of the defendants. However, at the trial, many witnesses recanted their confessions on the spot, and nothing was done to him in the end.
Well, you should have heard of this, it was a case a few years ago."
As he spoke, Lao Yang sighed, then leaned on the chair and said to me helplessly: "It's a pity that Mao Xianfang ran away, otherwise everything would be solved if we caught him back. I always feel that there may be something behind this guy's back."
There is a bigger group controlling it, what do you think?"
"Yes." I nodded. I quite agree with Lao Yang's view, because when I met Ding Ling, I saw the bodies of many foreigners in the cave. These people were undoubtedly sent by Mao Xianfang.
I have asked Ding Ling about similar things before, but Ding Ling couldn't tell where these people came from. I only know that they participated in that operation as "executive consultants" and in the end, they did nothing.
He was found but died in a cave.
Maybe this is retribution. They were destined to have such a tragic ending before they set off.
Even so, I still couldn't figure out what those people wanted so many zombies for. When I went to the big yard on the top of the mountain to clean up the zombies, I found that the zombies had not been raised for long, and the ones outside had not been successfully refined.
He is estimated to be only a few months old.
But it was different in the yard. Those raised with chicken blood were obviously successfully refined, but there were so many of them there. I don’t know if they haven’t had time to transport them away, or if Mao Xianfang had an agreement with those foreigners.
, we need to collect enough amount to transport it out together.
Is it possible that it is really used to refine elixirs for immortality? When I think about Mao Xianfang trying to catch the raccoon at all costs, I think that old boy is capable of such a thing.
However, Mr. Chen really never told me that zombies can be used to refine elixirs. Thinking of this, I decided to go to Mr. Chen and ask.
After returning Lao Yang's notebook, I took Ding Ling's car to Mr. Chen's house the next morning. As soon as I arrived, I saw a large group of people surrounding Mr. Chen's door. The man we helped was Uncle Chu.
There, they pointed and pointed, as if they had encountered something interesting.
"Hey, isn't this Jin Jiuye's apprentice?! Xiao Lu, why are you here!"
As soon as he recognized me, Uncle Chu shook my hand with joy on his face. Seeing that the old man looked good, I knew that Uncle Chu was living a good life. After a few words of greeting, he invited me to come home as a guest, but I waved my hand and declined.
.
At this time, I asked him if Mr. Chen was there, but the old man sighed and said to me: "Oh, go and have a look. Mr. Chen is in trouble."
"What!?" When I heard this, I was shocked. I separated from the crowd and ran in. I saw a big man holding a kitchen knife and waving it in tears. He held a little girl under one arm and was pointing at it with the kitchen knife.
Mr. Chen roared angrily: "Old Chen, we have been an old friend for so many years, are you going to die without saving me!? Do you believe it or not? If you don't take action, I will let your granddaughter die with my daughter now!!
!!”
"I didn't say I wouldn't save you, I just asked you to wait. Your daughter won't die. Why are you in such a hurry..." Mr. Chen said and sighed speechlessly.
"Wait, wait, wait for your mother! If you don't take action, my daughter will die!" The big man said, his eyes red and his voice hoarse. At this time, the anxious old man Chen suddenly turned his ear to my direction and frowned slightly.
, he chuckled: "Boss Lao Sun, please let her go. The person who saves your daughter has arrived."
As Mr. Chen said this, he walked over slowly with his cane. He knocked the big man's kitchen knife on the ground with a light tap. Then, he thrust the cane forward and tapped it on the other side of the big man.
At the shoulder well, before the big man understood what was going on, he could no longer lift his right arm.