when the moon whispers

Chapter 452: Accomplice - Lost (Part )

Six accomplices in the case
Ninety-one Lost (Part 2)

Lin Yu walked through the noisy crowd in a few steps and grabbed Huang Xingjun, who was holding his arms and cursing at the auxiliary police officer who was assisting in the search, telling him not to be lazy and step blindly on the ridges of the fields. He grabbed Huang's collar and dragged the team leader, whose voice was choked in his throat, to the not-so-obvious fork in the road at the end of the dirt road.

The fork in the road at the Scissors Intersection is not too far away. I rushed up the messy slope at the intersection and found myself right next to the boundary line of the suburban town development pilot project - the road surface, which was poured with cement but not paved with asphalt, was almost half a person's height, and the shoulder of the road was leaning against the courtyard wall on the side of the road that had a red "demolition" circled on it a long time ago. From a distance, I could only see half of the roof hanging on both sides of the cement road trembling in the sudden wind.

"...This house used to be a small processing factory jointly built by Fangnei Village and Fangwai Village. It seemed to be processing agricultural and sideline products in the early years. It was called a small factory, but it was actually a small workshop contracted by a private contractor. I heard that before the cement road was built, the machine had an accident. It seemed that a worker's arm was rolled - but we were not here at that time. The specific situation... We only know that a sister Ge was disabled because of this incident, and the village has a fixed subsidy every year."

"Later, the town wanted to develop the town, and I don't know how the boss of the small workshop negotiated with them. Anyway, he opened a small factory in the development area designated in the suburbs. The scale is much larger than ours... This old and dilapidated yard is left here. No one has taken care of it in the past few years. Aren't our two villages planning to build a road? They are also thinking about demolishing this land. Its location on the slope is particularly troublesome. But now there is a problem with the division of this intersection. It was under the jurisdiction of the village before, but now when there is any development, we can't reach it. The road construction has been delayed recently because of this..."

The young village party secretary of Fangnei village had just rushed over from the home of a farmer whose cow was having a difficult birth. He had not yet taken off the plastic apron given to him by the veterinarian. He lent a hand to the village party secretary of Fangwai village, who had hurried back after accompanying a woman to give birth in the city. The two of them followed Huang Xingjun and Lin Yu, shoulders squeezed, holding flashlights. Not daring to shout, he reached out to help team leader Huang, who was about to climb over the crumbling courtyard wall, and took a few steps around, stepped on a collapsed piece of wall that was piled up next to the curb, and carefully led the two of them down the road into the small workshop.

The small workshop had been abandoned for at least three to five years. With no one to monitor it, the village "developed" it into a warehouse recycling station. Broken copper, iron, furniture and wooden boards were piled at the foot of the wall. In the middle of the courtyard covered with a rain sheet, there were several piles of firewood and corn stalks, and even a few small wooden boards tied together with names on them.

Huang Xingjun waved the flashlight around, then raised his hand to stop the two village party secretaries who were looking around with sweat on their foreheads. He looked back at Lin Yu who was still squatting on the curb, thinking about the deep and messy wheel tracks, raised his chin and lightly tapped the ground covered with weeds: "There is a drag. Do you want to go in?"

Lin Yu didn't respond at first. He stood up and knocked off the horse manure mud stuck on the soles of his shoes before nodding and allowing Huang Xingjun, who had already gathered all his strength, to move forward with a gun. He hooked his hand to signal the two village party secretaries, who were stunned by the cold light of the gun barrel and dared not move, to retreat to the concrete driveway. He then made a gesture to his colleagues who had come to assist in the investigation at the bottom of the slope to stay on standby, and followed Huang Xingjun into the abandoned yard.

The unobstructed wind from the open field swirled into the room with the open doors and windows of the small workshop, and the sound seemed to be able to overturn the eaves. Huang Xingjun crouched down, and even though he did not hear any rustling sounds related to living things with his ears erect, he carefully checked each room one by one, and finally stopped in front of a small warehouse with relatively intact doors and windows at the end of the haystack. He turned around and first looked at the firewood pile at the door that had obviously been dismantled and dragged, then gestured to Lin Yu to come forward, and roughly glanced inside through the window covered with newspapers. He tried to push and pull the handrail that creaked when touched, but failed. He clenched his back teeth with a hissing sound, and kicked the broken door panel with all his strength.

The dust that had accumulated in the warehouse for a long time covered Huang Xingjun's face.

He waved his hands with his eyes squinting, and confirmed again and again that there was no movement in the room before he dared to cough twice. Before he could move away half a step to let the people behind him investigate first, Lin Yu "whoosh" passed by him, and without hesitation, he knelt in the corner behind a few rusty shelves, holding his breath and trying hard to pull away the hay and corn stalks that were covering something. Finally, he let go of his strength and his legs and feet softened. He squatted on the ground with a "gulp", half-supported the shoulders and neck of the man lying under the corn stalks, took out the intercom and handed it to Huang Xingjun. "He fainted, call an ambulance! Quick!"

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The signal of the public intercom was not very good. Mixed with the whistling wind in the fields, the noise was so noisy that it was annoying.

Jiang Mo leaned against the steering wheel and frowned slightly when he heard the reports on the car's intercom about the fruitless search for Song Yike. Xiao Letian, who was sitting in the passenger seat, leaned out the window to look at the signpost marked "Kangguan Avenue" above the road, then turned his head to look at the dark end of the road - at least two miles away, police cars and ambulances were flashing lights hurriedly back and forth. He pricked up his ears and heard the report that Officer Chen Rui was not in danger and would be sent to the hospital soon. He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his face hard, turned down the volume a little, thought for a moment, bent down to the car's intercom, and conveyed to his senior sister in a concise manner the latest progress in the pursuit of Song Yike's whereabouts.

"This public frequency is so chaotic once it's turned on..." Xiao Letian scratched his ear and glanced at the navigation route that was not far from Song Yike's residence. He turned around and glanced in the direction of the rescue site. "This is really not far from the small hill near where Song Yike lives."

"We hid Officer Chen in a place where people occasionally come and go... I guess from the beginning, Song Yike didn't really intend to use Officer Chen's life to cause trouble for us. It's just that when Officer Chen fainted, we couldn't just leave him there, so we stuffed him in the trunk in a hurry and tossed him around for most of the day..."

Jiang Mo raised his eyelids and looked at the speed limit sign on the side of the road. He released his foot on the accelerator expressionlessly, passed the speed limit section and stepped on it hard. He glanced at the intercom that had been chattering for half a second and asked, "...What did Team Lin just say?"

"It is said that Officer Chen left a word 'Song' and a word 'Gun' on his watch—"

Xiao Letian repeated it carelessly, and when the words reached his lips he suddenly shuddered. He looked up at Jiang Mo's profile and blinked in disbelief, then hurriedly turned up the volume of the car intercom to the maximum. Then, as if struck by lightning, he shivered down his spine at the second half of Lin Yu's words.

"Captain Gu, something important has happened - Lao Chen's service gun seems to be... not with him."

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~
"When you go out with a smile, the wind blows down flowers for thousands of miles."