The best perspective expert

Chapter 280 I Smell It

Han Zhenyang blasted the camera with a single shot, and then waved his hand, "The idea is to hide, the other party is equipped with automatic weapons, and there may be a firefight."

Chen Hegang hurriedly grabbed Han Zhenyang, "How do you know that the other party has automatic weapons?"

Han Zhenyang pointed to his nose, "I smell gun oil and bullets."

"Ah?" Chen He just stood still as if he saw a fool, "Aren't you trying to make us happy?"

"Wait and see if you don't believe me," Han Zhenyang grinned, rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards the gate.

"Hey..." Chen He stomped his feet anxiously. He had never seen such an unreliable superior. Is this planning to die with Nanmen?But soon, he stopped talking.

I saw Han Zhenyang rushing to the gate with two strides, leaning sideways and bumping it with his shoulder, the black cast iron gate flew inward with a bang, as if being hit by a heavy truck. The special police were stunned.

These special police officers didn't take Han Zhenyang seriously before, especially when Han Zhenyang said that he could smell gun oil, some people even secretly despised Han Zhenyang for bragging, because gun oil does have a smell, but it's very light, and it's close in the house It's not uncommon to smell that smell, but in the countryside, you can smell the smell of gun oil through a wall. Isn't it bragging?
Seeing the power of Han Zhenyang's arm, they were all surprised from ear to ear. The previous contempt disappeared in an instant, and they clicked their tongues to help: Is this f*cking human?It's just a beast, isn't it? This arm has the strength of a thousand catties, right?And if you install it hard against the iron gate, your shoulders don't hurt, do you?
The two iron gates fell to the ground with a bang, splashing a cloud of dust in the courtyard, attracting everyone's attention.

And Han Zhenyang rushed in without stopping for a moment, followed by the sound of "da da da" gunshots, and there were at least three long guns at the sound.Chen Hegang and a group of special police officers were shocked and rushed in, fearing that something might happen to Han Zhenyang.

But within three seconds, the gunfire stopped, and a figure flashed out from behind the wall. Who else could it be except Han Zhenyang?

Looking at Han Zhenyang's hand again, he was holding a strong man in one hand, just like catching a chicken. Some bullet casings were scattered on the ground. The three long guns had fallen apart, and various parts were scattered on the ground.

Everyone was completely speechless, is this something people do?Facing three gunmen by one person, he not only subdued each other in three seconds, but also broke the guns to pieces. How fast is that?If you have been single for 30 years, you may not be able to develop such a hand speed, right?

Shocked and shocked, everyone hurriedly handcuffed the three gunmen and dragged them into the police car, and then continued to push inside.This time, he was not blocked by anything, and he didn't even see anyone. He seemed to have retreated. Unwilling to reconcile, Chen He turned all the rooms upside down, but still found nothing. He said to Han Zhenyang disappointedly: "It seems that they After getting the news, the retreat was in a hurry, why don't you ask the armed police for help? They won't run far, and they should flee to the mountains, the sooner the mountains are closed, the better."

"Fengshan? Don't worry," Han Zhenyang waved his hands, wandering around the workshop with great interest, stopping to look at the finished and semi-finished pottery from time to time, and even came to one of the rooms where purple sand pots were made. He squeezed his hands, as if his mission was to investigate rather than arrest criminals.

Chen He just got angry when he saw it, "What are you looking at again? Let's arrest people first, and then watch it slowly, okay?"

Han Zhenyang laughed and said: "Old Chen, don't worry, I'm just looking for someone, hey, details, you will find a lot of interesting things if you pay attention to the details. When doing things, finding the right direction is the most important thing. If the direction Wrong, the faster you run, the more wrong you will be."

"Then what did you discover?" Chen Hegang asked patiently.

"A lot. Look at this group of purple sand mud. It looks similar to other mud. But if you look closely, you can find that it is tighter than other mud. You can feel a little bit of it when you touch it lightly. Moisture, which means that after half an hour, someone is still practicing mud, if it is not moved for more than half an hour, the purple sand mud is not in this state, and the surface will be drier."

Han Zhenyang said unhurriedly, and then pointed to a mud skewer stuck in a lump of mud on the workbench, "Look at it again, he is facing the wall, what does that mean?"

"It means that these staff members were in a hurry when they left, and they didn't even care about cleaning up their tools," Chen Hegang said helplessly, wondering why Han Zhenyang would waste time on such things.

"You're only right about a small part, and you didn't get to the point," Han Zhenyang smiled, "Not only the clay chisel, but also look at other tools, such as that clay chisel, and the one over there that is being used. The mouth-picking knives in the middle are all facing one direction," he said, pointing to the wall on the north side of the room.

"What does this mean?" Chen He was completely dazed, he had never even heard of the names of these tools, and seeing Han Zhenyang mentioning them so well, he was even more confused.

Han Zhenyang didn't answer in a hurry, but grabbed a handful of auxiliary plant ash and sprinkled it on the floor lightly, then lay down and blew it with his mouth. As he blew, the room was full of dust, and Chen Hegang, who was choking, quickly covered his nose. But his eyes were fixed on Han Zhenyang, he really wanted to know what Han Zhenyang was doing.

After blowing for a while, Han Zhenyang stood up, smiled and waved, "Old Chen, come and see what this is."

"What?" Chen Hegang hurriedly approached, looked down, and exclaimed, "Footprints!"

"That's right, it's footprints, count them, one, two, three, four... At least six pairs of feet, but there are only three workbenches in this room, so what does that mean?"

"It means that someone was kept here, but what's the point of arresting them?" Chen Hegang still didn't understand.

Han Zhenyang sighed, "Old Chen, let go of your thinking. Don't just think about arresting people. If you want to arrest people, you must know where to arrest them. You don't even know where people are hiding. How do you arrest them?" As he spoke, he tapped lightly on the wall.

Seeing his movements, Chen Hegang finally understood what he meant, "You mean, those people didn't escape, but hid in the wall? No, there should be a dark room behind the wall, is that so?"

"Haha, you finally understand," Han Zhenyang laughed, but shook his head again, "But it doesn't have to be a dark room, it may also be a basement, or a tunnel. Of course, there must be a door here," he suddenly shouted: "I found it—" Before Chen He could react, he clapped his hands under a mud stool leaning against the wall, and suddenly a hole of one meter square appeared on the clean wall.

Chen Hegang was completely convinced when he saw this, and quickly called the special police who were searching in other rooms to come quickly through the walkie-talkie, ready to enter and investigate.

But just when someone was about to go in, Han Zhenyang yelled: "Wait—"

(End of this chapter)