Author: Fried Chicken Family Bucket

The short-haired boy spent the whole day hesitating whether to report the old Chinese medicine doctor.

Report it, I'm afraid it's a big mistake;

Don't report it, because if there is really a person imprisoned there, and you just want a little food, clothing, and shelter, and you don't save him, you will inevitably have an uneasy conscience.

Suddenly, someone walked to the door of the short-haired boy's room and called his name twice in a low voice.

The short-haired boy recognized this voice as that of an old Chinese medicine practitioner. He was here to test whether he was asleep.

He closed his eyes and lay motionless on the bed. After a while, he heard footsteps leaving, followed by a rustling sound from downstairs.

The old Chinese medicine doctor should be changing clothes, packing things, and getting ready to go out.

After waiting for a while, I finally heard the sound of the door being opened and closed.

The short-haired boy walked quietly to the bottom of the window, secretly sticking out half of his head and looking out.

Tonight, the old Chinese medicine doctor was dressed the same as before. The slight difference was that the bag he was carrying was no longer filled with fast food, but red, white and blue plastic bags.

I saw some hemp rope at the bottom.

The scenes from the news, movies and TV series that he had seen in the past all appeared in the mind of the short-haired boy.

This is going to happen! Something big is going on!

The short-haired boy panicked.

No, my life is at stake, I can't just sit back and watch.

He quickly changed his clothes and went out, heading towards the nearest police station.

Although it was late at night, the lights in the police station were still bright.

When the short-haired boy appeared at the door, the staff inside noticed him.

A child of this age must have run away from home and had nowhere to go, so he ran to the police station.

We encounter several children like this every month, and the staff are already used to it.

He led the short-haired boy into the small conference room and sat down. He handed him two buns and a cup of hot water, and then asked: "What are you doing at the police station?"

The short-haired boy looked at the uniformed staff in front of him and finally felt less nervous. After drinking a large gulp of hot water, he closed his eyes and quickly stated the purpose of his trip.

"I want to report that someone is imprisoning others and preparing to kill them."

The staff member was stunned for a moment, and then his expression immediately became serious.

This kind of thing is not a joke. He doesn't know whether the young man in front of him is bored and looking for fun, or whether he has really discovered this kind of thing and must be treated with caution.

The short-haired boy heard the staff's inquiry and told everything he knew.

In barren mountains and abandoned houses, he often delivers food in the middle of the night and stays for long periods of time, sneaking around.

With all these unreasonable behaviors, it’s no wonder that this young man has such suspicions. It’s indeed very suspicious!

The staff immediately got up and left the conference room and reported the situation to their superiors.

The road today became more and more frightening the more we walked on it.

Less than halfway through the journey, his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.

The old Chinese medicine doctor stopped where he was, and his expression became extremely heavy.

No, we absolutely can't go today, let's change it to tomorrow, there's still time tomorrow.

The old Chinese medicine doctor sighed deeply and returned to the medical center along the original route. After lying back on the bed, the uneasiness in his heart not only did not disappear, but became more intense.

The short-haired boy led the way, and several staff members followed him all the way.

The road became narrower and narrower, and the surrounding environment became more and more desolate.

When they saw an abandoned house covered by ivy on the roadside, their faces darkened.

Except for one person who was left to look after the short-haired boy, the others moved around the house very nimbly and began to inquire about the situation inside.

One of them touched a piece of ivy on the side of the house and gently opened a small gap with a small wooden stick. A faint sound came from inside the house.

The man calmed down and listened carefully.

"Ta~ta da~"

There was something wrong with the look on this man's face. This seemed to be the recently popular mobile game - Subway Surfers? Is this the soundtrack in the game? Is there someone playing the game in it?

At this time, several team members who had not noticed anything unusual in other places came over and also heard the noise.

The first thought that came to their minds was that there was someone here! Either a wanderer, a prisoner, or maybe a desperado!

Several people looked at each other and began to look for the door of the house under the ivy.

After finally finding the door, I found that the door was locked with a huge lock.

Through exploration and observation, I learned that this door is made of wood and has a lot of damage. Maybe I can try to break it open with brute force.

One of the burliest men signaled the others to stay away and kicked the door violently. The two wooden doors fell off the door frames and fell to the ground with a bang, raising countless dust.

The son of an old Chinese medicine doctor who was happily playing games inside heard the sound, but did not take it to heart. He even muttered: "They say that this broken door must be repaired. It must be repaired. Now it is broken. No, it must be repaired."

build."

Then I clicked on another game, and the boy in the hoodie on the phone was running hard and jumping on the subway track.

After the dust dispersed, the staff saw the faint light coming from the crack in the bedroom door.

Several people quickly walked to both sides of the bedroom door to hide. One of them stepped forward and took hold of the door handle. With a slight twist, the door lock was unlocked.

Until then, the old Chinese medicine doctor's son finally felt something was wrong.

There were more than one footsteps outside the room. It didn't sound like his father was coming. Could it be that someone had broken in?

He put down his cell phone and wanted to walk to the bedroom door and observe the situation outside through the peephole on the door.

But he had been lying down all day without eating anything. When he suddenly stood up, he felt a little dizzy. He could only lean against the wall to relax and wait for the dizziness to end.

Several people outside the door looked at each other again and nodded in unison.

The man holding the doorknob pushed the door open violently and shouted: "Don't move, police!"

The old Chinese medicine doctor's son, who was holding on to the wall and trying to slow down, heard the policeman's son's fat body tremble, and his legs began to tremble, shaking faster and faster, shaking like a sieve.

After seeing that there was only one person in the room who was in ragged clothes and had unkempt hair and an unknown gender, everyone breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then felt excited again.

Judging from the garbage on the floor in the room and the locked door outside, it seemed that this person was indeed imprisoned here and was not a homeless person.

"Do you have an ID card? Please provide it."

"No, no, no." The man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and it was difficult for everyone to tell his gender from his voice.

"Do you remember your ID number?"

"No, I don't remember."

This is tricky.

It was impossible to determine the identity of the person in front of them now, and it was difficult for them to take the next step.

When they were at a loss, someone saw a backpack next to the pillow on the bed. The zipper of the backpack was not opened. From a distance, you could see several card-like things inside, one of which had a pattern that looked like an ID card.

The man winked at the others, walked quietly to the backpack beside the bed, stretched out two fingers to pick up the card that seemed to be an ID card.

I took the ID card photo and carefully compared it with the appearance of the boy in front of me. Although the man in front of me was two or three times fatter than the photo on the ID card, some of the characteristic points of the facial features were still there, and they were 80% consistent.

Look at the text message next to it.

"Li Yingcai, born in 1978?" The expression on this man's face changed again and again, and he suddenly shouted: "Hand on!"

When the others heard this voice, before their brains could react, their bodies followed the instructions and rushed over. They pressed the old Chinese medicine doctor's son hard against the wall, put his hands behind his back, and put silver handcuffs on him.

"The Skynet is vast and meticulous. Li Yingcai, I didn't expect you to have traveled more than a thousand kilometers in the past ten years and hid here in Haishi."

As he said this, he looked at the other camp bed in the room. The bedding on it didn't have the musty smell caused by not being used for a long time.

The smell in the bedding was different from the smell of smoke on Li Yingcai's body. It had a faint smell of burning incense.

"You have an accomplice. He specially delivers food to you and helps you hide it."

Li Yingcai closed his mouth tightly and said nothing.

He knew that if his father had not been caught, everything would still be possible.

If the father is caught, the father and son will finish playing together!
Chapter completed!