when the moon whispers

Chapter 256 Friends-Red Dot

case five friends
33 red dots
The orderly registration of positions in the communication line came to an abrupt end, and there was a brief silence for more than two and a half seconds, which was filled with heavy breathing one after another.

Lin Yu, who had quickly led the team into the core workshop of the sewage treatment plant, coughed lightly in a hoarse voice, and hissed to break up the moment of confusion: "Gu team, do you want to evacuate the sewage treatment plant?"

"... Don't evacuate, push quickly to ensure that nothing is missing in the sewage treatment plant area. After the search, the position of the personnel will be left untouched, and the rest of the personnel will report to the dispatching arrangements. Jiang Qing, do you have any snipers in your SWAT team? Coal tar The view from the factory side is too poor, so I still need to secure at least a commanding height for me."

Gu Xing paused for a moment, then tugged on the walkie-talkie and pinched the microphone. His voice was mixed with hissing noise, "Jiang Mo, are you still in the No. [-] coking workshop? You were originally scheduled to go to the No. [-] workshop on the south side. Let's go, meet up with Group [-], right? Now it's almost certain that there is something suspicious between the coking workshop and the main entrance on the north side. You can go directly to No. [-] from Coking No. [-], and walk along the purification workshop to the north gate. Be sure to follow Huang Xingjun. This section is stuck, and people from the treatment plant will come down to fix it at your place - Huang Xingjun, what's going on in the office area and living area? Is your mouth stitched when you should be talking?"

"...Here he is."

Huang Xingjun raised his foot and pushed away the wine bottle rolling in the middle of the passage. He wrinkled his nose and lightly sprayed the sour and rotten smell in the canteen that was used as a temporary dormitory for homeless people. He heard Gu Xing's words that seemed to be mixed with wheat spit. Subconsciously, he tilted his neck to hide, raised his shoulders to support the loosely hung earphones, slumped his eyes and wandered around for a moment, blinked steadily, and bent down to pick up the cement that was covered with debris at the foot of the wall. Gray plastic sheet, staring at the wrist-thick cable tube underneath, raised an eyebrow.

"Captain Gu, here in the living area... there's a little bit of discovery."

The control and search of office and living areas is twice as difficult as that of factories.Time is tight and tasks are heavy, and I am afraid of alerting others and causing trouble due to omissions. The floor-to-ceiling buildings that have been abandoned for a long time to provide shelter from the wind and rain are full of traces of the lives of homeless people occupying the dwellings. There are objects left behind in the relatively spacious and translucent space. There wasn't even an inch of dust left, so it was obviously not a perfect place to hide a kidnapping victim.

Huang Xingjun turned around and glanced at the place where tables, chairs, beds and quilts were arranged but empty. He turned his head suspiciously and looked at the cable ducts in the corners. He motioned to Hu Xu and Wang Hao to follow him and followed the hidden path. The line was lined up and he walked slowly to the back kitchen of the stall. He stopped his steps and was about to lean forward. Hu Xu, who was following behind, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his waistband. He stood up before he glared at the bar and cursed. He raised his index finger and pointed in the direction of the end of the kitchen preparation room.

"Boss, there is movement."

Gu Xing probably waited for the follow-up with his ears open for a long time: "What's the news?"

"Uh..." Hu Xu rubbed his keen ears and glanced at his immediate superiors. After getting permission, he responded quickly: "Report to Team Gu, we followed the wiring pipe found by the team leader to the kitchen preparation room in the back of the canteen. I heard vague cries coming from the direction of the semi-underground warehouse...but I'm not sure."

Gu Xing was silent for two seconds and left the right of judgment to the people at the scene: "Huang Xingjun?"

"There are no padlocks in the semi-underground warehouse. According to the structural diagram of the factory, the space below is not small. It must be enough for the Tibetan people. However, according to the photos sent before, there should be natural light where the three children stay. I always feel that this The place is not right...and the bed rolls, tables and chairs of the homeless people in this building are not much dusty, but now there is no one there, it is obvious that a hole was dug and placed here."

Huang Xingjun suddenly had an idea. He turned around and glanced at the sour lunch box and beer bottles on the ground at the door of the corridor behind him. He counted the time with his fingers and suddenly raised the gun hanging by his side. He took a few steps to stand in front of the underground warehouse door, and raised his toes toward the lower edge of the door where there was a faint sound of airflow——

"Squeak——!!" "Ah!!!!" "Ah——!" "Ah!!"

The overly rusty and sharp "squeaking" sound of the door shaft and several frightened howls of varying lengths stuck in the throat suddenly passed through the shield of the earphones and exploded on Huang Xingjun's eardrum.

The gun held by Huang Xingjun's hands was pressed against the middle of a messy and dirty head. His shouts, which were so loud that they echoed throughout the communication line, curled up when he noticed the cold muzzle of the gun touching his eyebrows. There was a silent line, and the cotton pants between his legs suddenly snaked into a slip, dripping saltily to Huang Xingjun's feet.

"...The owner of the bed outside has been found."

Huang Xingjun stared at the darkness in the warehouse for a while, put away the gun, raised his hand and pushed open the heavy and insulated door panel of the warehouse, turned sideways to make way for Hu Xu and Wang Hao, who was probing his head, and walked around the food preparation room. After a few steps, he picked up a few cloth towels that had not been burnt and had soaked ash marks from the collapsed stove pit. He called two team members to sort out the spots. He lifted his collar and got a little closer to the microphone: "In the warehouse. A total of three trapped people were found. They should be homeless people who are resident in the building. Their identities need to be sent out for confirmation later——"

Huang Xingjun paid attention to the direction of the warehouse and continued to circle around the abandoned canteen wondering about the source of the wiring pipe. "...Things used for food...There is a receipt left here. It seems that it was the day the kidnappers brought Zhao Anchang back." I was caught by this group of people and couldn't silence them, so I was kidnapped and locked up here. I saw there were buns and the like on the ground. It must be that the kidnappers came to deliver meals to them several times. One of them just broke away unluckily. The rope wanted to run away, but happened to be pressed against the muzzle of the gun. After sending him out, check him and don't come back and blame me for any problems..."

Huang Xingjun pushed up his knees with difficulty, straightened up from the pile of garbage, raised his head and yawned, but vaguely noticed an almost undetectable flickering light spot in the corner of his eye - he immediately pinched it with vigilance The microphone signaled the audience to mute the sound, and he followed the wiring all the way to the window sill at the end of the corridor. He followed the window slit so narrow that it was almost invisible. He raised his eyelids and looked out the window, staring blankly at the camera among the swaying dead branches. He frowned.

"Jiang Mo, the wiring is pulled from the workshop. There are surveillance cameras. They are probably keeping an eye on these homeless people. How about your side?"

"...Well...how should I put it..."

Jiang Mo grabbed hold of Xiao Letian, who was determined to poke his head into the crack of the workshop door to investigate again. His back was against the thick rusty iron door of the entrance and exit of the workshop, and he squinted his eyes and looked at the spacious and empty factory building that echoed throughout the place. At the end, the wall clock has stopped.

The hidden red light spots appear vaguely and cunningly at the transition between day and night when the afterglow light pours out.

"My place may be exposed earlier than your place."

　Due to work and health reasons, I will be staying on alternate days for the time being~
　　"Know calmness, lose calmness, let nature take its course, and strive for the inevitable. - "Feng Shen" Restaurant Office"

　　
　
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