Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Inside the dye house.

Qin Ming stood in the center of the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the corpses scattered on the ground—seventeen or eighteen people, lying haphazardly.

He had been a policeman for over a decade and had witnessed all sorts of murder scenes.

But this is the first time I've seen a massacre of this scale.

Moreover, this has happened countless times already.

Nearly twenty bodies were also found at the brick kiln, and together with those at the dye shop, more than 80 or 90 people have died from last night to this morning alone.

Wang Gang squatted down next to a corpse, rummaged through the man's pockets, and pulled out a small notebook.

He flipped through it, stood up, and walked to Qin Ming's side: "Captain Qin, that person has probably already left. These people are undoubtedly enemy agents. This is a codebook."

He handed the notebook to Qin Ming, who took it, flipped through a few pages, couldn't understand it, and frowned.

"As expected, they are enemy agents."

He put away the notebook and looked around: "First, have someone take all the bodies back, then search thoroughly. Don't let anything slip by."

"yes!"

Wang Gang responded and turned to call out to the other officers.

Everyone got busy.

Some carried the corpses, others searched for evidence; their movements were practiced, their expressions numb and weary.

They weren't afraid at all; they had become numb to it.

got used to.

Starting last night, the number of people being gaggled has increased exponentially.

Four died on the first day, eight died on the second day, and more died on the third day...

It's almost at 100 now.

Moreover, these are not ordinary people; they are either beasts or enemy agents.

Although I'm still terrified, it's at least better than seeing the corpses of ordinary people.

Qin Ming stood aside, watching the busy figures, but his mind was elsewhere.

Just as I arrived, the police officers guarding the abandoned courtyard of No. 95 came to report that someone had also died in the courtyard of No. 94, and that gunshots had been heard.

They must also be enemy agents.

I need to go and take a look.

Just as he was about to speak, Xiao Wang suddenly rushed in from outside the dye shop.

"Captain Qin, something terrible has happened! Captain Qin, something terrible has happened!"

Qin Ming's face instantly darkened. He turned his head and stared at Xiao Wang, his eyes seeming to want to devour him.

"Xiao Wang, what's wrong with you? Why don't you learn your lesson?"

Xiao Wang ran up to him anxiously and said, "Captain Qin, this is really bad. Police officers just came to report that three more people have died in the family compound of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill."

Qin Ming frowned:

"Three more dead? Who?"

Xiao Wang swallowed hard.

"It's Liu Xiaoqiang's wife Zhao Lin, Xiong Da's wife Cuihua, and Xiong Er's wife Ruhua."

Qin Ming was stunned.

Liu Xiaoqiang?

Big Bear and Little Bear?

Isn't that someone who's already dead?

Xiao Wang continued, "Moreover, Brother Long's body is also in Liu Xiaoqiang's house, along with a telegram, the kind that's being sent."

Qin Ming's pupils suddenly contracted.

Does Liu Xiaoqiang have a telegraph machine at home?

Is Brother Long's body also there?

What does this mean?

His mind raced, piecing together all the clues, and the whole picture started popping up in his head.

Liu Xiaoqiang, the squad leader of the security department of the steel rolling mill, was thrown into the boiler by an evil spirit and died.

Xiong Da and Xiong Er, members of the security team, were also killed in the warehouse.

Now their wives are dead, and a telegraph machine has been found in their house...

What does this tell us?

This suggests that Liu Xiaoqiang, Xiong Da, Xiong Er, and their family are very likely enemy agents.

And they were under the command of Section Chief Liu of the security department at the steel rolling mill...

Could Section Chief Liu also be an enemy agent?

Qin Ming became increasingly alarmed as he thought about it.

Brother Long's body was also in Liu Xiaoqiang's house.

Who is Brother Long?

He was a criminal who "escaped" from the detention center a few days ago and was later identified as an "enemy agent".

What does it mean that his body has now been found in Liu Xiaoqiang's house?

This indicates that these two thugs were in cahoots with Liu Xiaoqiang and his gang.

"Captain Qin?"

Seeing Qin Ming in a daze, Xiao Wang called out softly.

Qin Ming came to his senses and said in a deep voice:

"Let's go over there quickly, cordon off the area, and prevent anyone from entering or leaving."

"yes!"

The group hurriedly left the dye house and headed towards the steel rolling mill's residential compound.

Behind them, corpses were still being carried out one by one from the dye house.

The sunlight shone on those pale faces and on those unseeing eyes.

It seemed to be telling a story in silence.

Liu Xiaoqiang's home in the steel rolling mill's residential compound.

A group of police officers had already surrounded the entrance and set up a cordon.

Qin Ming strode in and immediately saw the three corpses lying in the courtyard.

Zhao Lin, Cuihua, Ruhua.

Three women, each dying in a different manner.

Blood was spilled all over the ground, and had already congealed into dark red stains.

Qin Ming squatted down and examined the wound carefully.

Like the previous victims, he was killed with an axe.

It was that guy again.

He stood up and went inside.

The room was a mess, with things scattered everywhere.

Clearly, the three women were packing their belongings before they died, preparing to escape.

In the corner, a telegraph machine sits on a table.

The red light was still flashing, and the intermittent "beep beep beep" sound seemed to be conveying some kind of message.

Next to the telegraph machine lay Brother Long's body.

There was a deep ligature mark on its neck, its face was bluish-purple, and its tongue was sticking out long, clearly indicating that it had been strangled to death and dumped here.

Qin Ming stared at the corpse, then turned around and said to Wang Gang, who had followed him in, "Take all of these things back. Have someone translate the telegram."

Also, investigate Section Chief Liu, Factory Director Yang, and Secretary Wang to see if they have any connection with Liu Xiaoqiang. I suspect they might also be enemy agents.

Wang Gang was stunned:

"Director Yang? Section Chief Liu? Aren't they already dead?"

Qin Ming sneered:

"Even if they're dead, we have to investigate. Enemy agents have been lurking for so many years, there couldn't have been just a few people. There must be bigger fish behind them."

As long as you shift the blame big enough, you can pin everything on the dead, since there's no way to verify anything after they're dead. That's the credit for Potian.

Wang Gang nodded:

"yes!"

He turned and went out, calling for people to come in and pack their things.

Qin Ming stood in the room, looking around.

A family photo hangs on the wall.

Liu Xiaoqiang, Zhao Lin, and their son Liu Lu.

The family of three was laughing so happily.

Who would have thought that this was actually a group of enemy agents?

He looked again at the corpses on the ground: Zhao Lin, Cuihua, and Ruhua.

Three women, for the sake of the so-called "empire," abandoned their families and careers, and went into hiding for many years.

In the end, this is how he ended up.

Is it worth it?

Qin Ming shook his head; the police officers behind him were still busy.

Everything is proceeding smoothly.

I'm used to it anyway.

I've grown accustomed to death reports, to corpses, and to that elusive "evil spirit."

At the entrance of the alley outside the steel rolling mill's residential compound, Lin Tian emerged from the shadows, preparing to leave.

The work here is done, and those female traitors have been sent away. Next, we should go to the police station to see if there are any others who have escaped.

If not, then I'm going to Hong Kong.

After taking only a few steps, Lin Tian suddenly stopped.

Not for any other reason, but because he was drawn to the three people, or more precisely, to the content of their conversation.

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