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Chapter 222: 69-year-old underworld messenger

Two hours later, it was two in the morning.

A police car drove into an old neighborhood with its lights flashing.

Although the alarm was not triggered, the lights in several households that were light sleepers were turned on.

Bang!
The car door opened, and two policemen holding flashlights and batons entered Building 4.

Entering the narrow corridor, the two policemen did not go upstairs, but turned and went downstairs.

"Master, why is it so quiet?"

"Be quiet and be alert."

"Yes!"

Of the two policemen, the older one was obviously calmer.

When they reached the basement level, the older policeman saw the open door on the left.

"Hold the baton."

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, the young policeman immediately placed the baton in his right hand on his shoulder, ready to attack at any time.

Crunch!

The older policeman opened the security door, reached out and pushed the inner door open before retracting his hand.

The flashlight shone over there, and he saw the deep corridor.

"Master, this basement has been remodeled!"

"Stop talking nonsense and follow me!"

The old policeman pulled out a stun gun from his waist and placed it on the flashlight.

As the two of them stepped into the door, a cold breath made them shiver together.

The young policeman wanted to say something, but finally kept his mouth shut.

When approaching the first iron door in the corridor, the older policeman half-crouched on the ground, pointed the stun gun in the direction of the iron door, and then nodded to the younger policeman.

The young policeman nodded, walked to the iron gate and opened the upper fence.

He didn't stick his head out immediately. After waiting for half a minute without any movement, the young man finally stuck his head over, and the flashlight in his hand also stuck out.

Under the light, the young policeman soon saw the little figures hugging each other and shivering in the corner of the room.

"Master, they are two children!"

"What about other situations?"

"There is no other situation, this is a prison cell!"

"Keep exploring!"

"Yes!"

After closing the lid on the iron door, the two men continued their previous cooperation, one setting up the gun while the other explored.

There are a total of ten rooms on both sides of the basement corridor, and the two quickly explored the first four.

Without exception, the room was full of children, some with one, some with two, and no more than three!

After exploring the first four rooms, the older police officer sent out a distress signal on his cell phone before continuing his exploration.

"Master, something's happening!"

"Say!"

"There is an adult in the room, but..."

"Say!"

If he hadn't figured out the situation yet, the older policeman would have really wanted to kick his apprentice who only spoke half of his words.

"But he seems to be dead!"

"Sure?"

"Not sure, but when I shined the flashlight into his open eyes, he didn't react at all..."

click!
"what sound!"

The young man was startled, and then he saw his master open the iron door that was not locked.

"Master..."

"Shut up!"

The two men walked in one after the other, and then they saw the scraggly man lying on the ground with broken hands and feet and a dazed look in his eyes.

"This...was he beaten to death?"

the young man asked nervously, but the older policeman shook his head.

"Maybe... he was scared to death."

"what?"

"Stop it, keep exploring and we'll talk about it after you're done."

"Oh, okay, Master!"

The young man looked at the man on the ground again, turned around and followed his master out. Soon, the two of them arrived at the last door.

This door is not rusty like the other nine doors, especially the door handle, which is very smooth.

This time, the older policeman did not let the young man go first.

He took a step back, took a deep breath, and then kicked the handle of the iron door.

Bang!
Bang!
"Don't move, police!"

The iron gate was kicked open, the older policeman shouted, and the young man behind him rushed in.

"No one is allowed... Ugh!"

The lights were on in the room, and because of that, the situation inside could be seen clearly.

The reason why the young man vomited was because there was a person lying on the dining table in the middle of the room.

A person without a head, with his stomach ripped open and his heart and lungs taken out!

The man's chest had been hollowed out, leaving only a bloody mass.

The older policeman was knowledgeable and had a rather grim expression on his face, but he did not vomit like the young man.

"Go outside and vomit, don't ruin the scene!"

"vomit!"

The young man vomited and moved outside.

As for the older policeman, he looked around the room and when he found nothing else, he headed towards the center.

When he got closer, he also saw the covered pot next to the dining table.

There seems to be something in there.

Pulling out his baton, the older policeman lifted the lid of the pot.

Then he saw the disappearing head and the disappearing internal organs.

They were neatly placed in the pot, as if they were treated as a dish?

"vomit!"

The older policeman finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and ran out to squat with his apprentice.

Half an hour later, everyone in the old neighborhood was alarmed.

They either stood in their clothes around the cordon outside Building 4, or leaned against their own windows to watch the excitement.

It was not until the police wrapped the children up and carried them out into police cars that someone finally understood what was happening.

the next day.

The news that the police destroyed a human traffickers' den and rescued 17 lost children spread in Jipin City.

The first two police officers who responded to the call also made headlines.

At noon that day, people who had lost their children in Jipin City and several cities surrounding Jipin City rushed to the police station.

Some people burst into tears and knelt down in front of the police.

Some people cried in disappointment and shouted that they wanted to see the human traffickers!
pat!

The TV was turned off.

The smile on Shen Zhihong's face disappeared, and he turned to look at the new note on the table that appeared on the coffee table after he came back last night.

"Do you want to know the truth about the world? Do you want to protect your family?"

"Yes" or "No"

Shen Zhihong took out the fourth cigarette and lit it.

The smoke is gone.

There was a red check mark on the note.

……

After seeing Shen Zhihong's decision, Chen Xin smiled.

Originally, after gaining the memories of the three ghosts, he just wanted to put the three pieces of cloth back to where they came from.

But what a coincidence, when Chen Xin sent the yellow baby to Shen Zhihong's son's house, on the way to the destination, he actually met Shen Zhihong who was holding money to ward off evil spirits.

This led to Chen Xin's subsequent series of operations.

The underworld also welcomed its fourth ghost, who was 69 years old!

However, age is not a problem.

Jiuri, Huangying and Jige are all considered members of the underworld.

People, ghosts, and demons can all be members of the local government, so what if he is a 69-year-old man?
After Chen Xin figured out why Jiuri had intelligence.

Maybe death is the beginning?
Thinking of this, Chen Xin picked up the human face accessory that he got from the woman trafficker.

This is a ghost.

A sealed ghost.

……

(End of this chapter)