The Underworld Detective

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I told bald head to get out of the car and told them the discovery. Bald head asked excitedly: "How do you know, Song?"

I pointed at the broken glass on the ground and said, "This is a simple alarm. Chu Yan did not wait for Xia Siyang when she agreed, but she did not dare to stay here. This place is too conspicuous, so she thought of a compromise. Idea! Get a siren here and hide yourself nearby. When you hear the sound, look at it here to see if it is Xia Siyang. "

"It makes sense, it makes sense!"

Bald head put his hands close to his mouth and shouted. I stopped him. Don't be too public at the moment. It doesn't rule out that there is a kidnapper or King Jing's men nearby.

I looked around. There was a field on the right side of the bridge, a hill on the left side, and some trees on the mountain. Chu Yan's temporary hiding place must have a very good view and at the same time very hidden, that small house is obviously the best choice around.

I made a gesture and walked there.

The hill is not very easy to climb, Song Xingchen said that he went up to see first, and a run-up rushed up. After waiting for about five minutes, a rope was dropped from the top, Song Xingchen said from the edge, "I found it nearby."

I pulled the rope a few times, and it was quite sturdy, so I climbed up one after the other with a bald head.

The hut was just ahead, and seemed to be a ranger's hut. We walked over, and in the silence, the sound of the fallen leaves on the ground being stepped on was particularly loud. The door was bolted from the inside, Song Xingchen took the tip of the knife and inserted it into the gap of the door, slowly stirred, and opened the bolt.

Since the door was bolted from the inside, it also meant that there was someone in the room!

With his bald head reaching out and groping on the wall, I said, "Don't turn on the lights! Too conspicuous!" He had to use his mobile phone to light.

All the utensils in the house were made of wood, but they were messy, as if they had been abandoned for a long time. There was a row of clay pots on the ground, and some stalks of rice on the shelf. I heard that in some places, there will be such a hut in the forest, where some food and water will be provided for passing travelers to temporarily rest, and those staying here will spontaneously replenish food and water to facilitate other travelers.

We walked into the back room, there was a bed, and the mattress was rotten. Chu Yan sat in the corner across the bed, her head crooked, her face pale, and at first glance she looked like a broken doll.

My heart twitched, and from the dirt on her body, I could imagine what she had experienced before.

"Xiaoyan!" Bald strong exclaimed, rushed to her knees, hugged Chu Yan in her arms, swayed her hands, and sighed desperately, "Song Brother, she is dead."

I used to open her eyelids and explore her veins with my hand, and said, "Don't be afraid, just fake death!"

There was a rubber ring on Chu Yan's neck. I touched it with my hands and found that the inner electrode was attached to the skin. This thing was used to stimulate her from the state of false death, but I do n’t know if it was broken or out of power. Coupled with Chu Yan's exhaustion, she sat here and fell into a state of death.

I searched her, and she wore a cartoon pouch around her waist, which contained a medicine bottle, a mobile phone, a dagger, and a small square box.

We don't have anything to wake her up at the moment, and bald asked if the cell phone battery is okay. I shook my head and said, "The average person doesn't feel that kind of battery, let alone wake a living dead person."

Chu Yan is now like a power outage machine, and all its functions have stopped. Of course, there is still some faint oxygen in her body to protect the brain from death, but it has always been this way. It must be dangerous. Fake death may become real death.

I had to start her body with an idea. The first thing I thought of was CPR. I was afraid of bald heads, so I said to him, "I'm afraid to do artificial respiration and leave it to you!"

"No!" Bald strong flatly refused: "I'm a rude man who doesn't understand anything, it will only kill her, or Song Song, you can take greater control."

I nodded, let him put Chu Yan flat, and then I started doing CPR. I kept pressing Chu Yan's chest and exhaled into her lungs mouth-to-mouth, trying to reactivate her lungs, but it was totally useless.

The bald head looked at it, and a layer of cold sweat sprang up from the forehead.

Song Xingchen suddenly asked: "Little Master, is it possible to use autopsy?"

This reminded me, yes, we can release the current in her body to stimulate her, and I said excitedly, "Do you still have a needle?"

"There are needles, but not magnetic needles."

I stood up and said, "Maybe there are magnets in home appliances, look for them!"

I searched in the outbuilding and found a tool box under the cabinet with a magnet for attracting nails. I was overjoyed, rubbing the needle on it constantly to make it magnetic, and then returned to the bedroom, letting bald head hold Chu Yan up, I pinpointed several points in the spine.

When the last stitch fell, Chu Yan's body twitched, and the autopsy was still effective for the dead, let alone a living person? But she still didn't breathe. I asked Bald Head to hold her shoulders from behind to keep her in a sitting position. I kept pressing her chest with both hands. Suddenly, Chu Yan drew a breath, and her heart and lungs restarted The machine turned on like a computer, eyes opened slowly, and pupils began to converge again.

"Great!" The bald head exclaimed excitedly.

I motioned him not to speak too loudly, reached out and pulled the pin behind Chu Yan, and let her lie down. A few minutes later, Chu Yan's face gradually became bloody. In a dark mass, she didn't know who saved her, and whispered, "Siyang? Is it you?"

"No, it's me!" I answered.

"The voice ... Song Yang ... brother? Where is Siyang?"

"She died, rest assured, and walked without any crime." I lied.

Upon hearing the death of my friend, Chu Yan showed sadness in her face and suddenly reached out to me. I held her in my arms for a while, and waited until her emotions had calmed down before I let her down.

Bald head lifted the phone up to illuminate his face, he asked with a smile: "Little sister, remember me?"

"Remember ... you are a big bald head who always walks downstairs in my house. Dad says you are a little bitch." Chu Yan answered.

"Haha, remember it!"

"How did you come here?" Chu Yan asked.

I laughed and said, "Like the monk Tang, who walked ten thousand and eighty thousand miles, it took me 981 years to find you. By the way, it was this strong bald uncle who learned that you were missing, so he and I This elder brother, come to you together. "

Chu Yan smiled lightly: "Thank you. But you guys don't have to come. I will live short anyway."

"What stupid thing to say!" Bald head strong.

"My medicine ..." Chu Yan reached out and touched her purse. I took it out for her and shook it, "Nothing."

Chu Yan lay back on the ground again, and said calmly, "It seems I will die today."