reckless detective

Chapter 481 Being a Man (23)

Ignoring the four broken bodies in the barrel, Xiaobai ran to the side of the motionless Minghui, and stretched out his hand to feel the pulse on her neck.

Fortunately, the pulse is steady and strong.

But what happened to the blood on her body?What's with her dull eyes?

"How are you doing?"

Xiaobai hurriedly checked the blood stains on Minghui's clothes, and there were no wounds.

Her hands were also stained red with blood. Xiaobai carefully inspected her forearm and hands. There were scars and handprints on one wrist.The scars seemed to be caused by some kind of sharp weapon, but fortunately, the injuries were not serious, and the veins were not injured.

"Minghui?" Xiaobai called softly.

Minghui didn't respond.

"Hey, look at me!" Xiao Bai shook her shoulder.

With the shaking, Minghui's head swayed from side to side, as if it might fall off at any time, it can be seen that she didn't exert any strength, and her whole body was limp.

Xiaobai didn't dare to shake her again, for fear of accidentally breaking her fragile neck.

"How?" Wu Cuo also went down the rope to the bottom of the bucket.

Qin Shouru also wanted to come down, but Yan Ruyu and Jin Ziduo joined forces to stop him, so he could only shout: "Minghui! How is Minghui? Say something!"

"People are fine! I'm just scared!" Wu Cuo shouted: "Bring water!"

"Water...water..." Qin Shouru looked around in bewilderment.

Yan Ruyu handed him the car keys, "The trunk."

Qin Shouru grabbed the car keys, and ran in the direction of the car at the factory gate.

When he was far away, Yan Ruyu said, "Are you all right?"

"Well," Wu Cuo looked at the four corpses in the iron bucket, especially the one with the most terrifying death appearance, "the problem is...she...may have killed someone."

Everyone took a deep breath.

Killing a person is a state that ordinary people cannot understand, and no one knows what kind of psychological changes will occur after such a turning point.

Whether to fall into guilt, or to completely break the bottom line - I have killed people, so there is nothing I dare not do, or, I can't see any change.

It is worrisome because it is unpredictable.

Although he couldn't see clearly, Yan Ruyu had already noticed that among the two corpses with sound limbs, one had his mouth open and bloody.

No, it was no longer a natural opening of the mouth, but the cheeks on both sides were completely torn, and the chin almost drooped on the chest.

His mouth was hollow, with neither teeth nor tongue, only the whitish carrion of the gums and the base of the tongue.

This reminded Yan Ruyu of an island horror movie he watched when he was a child. For a long time in his childhood, he had to sleep with Wu Cuo in his arms because that horror movie left a shadow on him.

Jin Ziduo obviously also noticed the deceased, and he looked at Minghui's blood-stained hands again, tremblingly said: "No way, could it be that Minghui killed that person..."

"Water! Water is coming!" Qin Shouru yelled while running, holding two bottles of water in each of his left and right hands. He had just climbed between the iron buckets, and threw a bottle of water to Yan Ruyu.

"Old Wu! Continue!" Yan Ruyu yelled at Wu Cuo who was below.

Wu Cuo grabbed the corner of his clothes, and used his clothes to catch the mineral water that Yan Ruyu dropped—at a height of ten meters, if he was good at picking it up, he might hurt someone.Wu made a mistake not to twist the water cap, but directly took out the Swiss Army Knife that he carried with him, and cut off the cap, leaving only a straight up and down bottle body and the water inside.

wow-

Wu made a mistake and splashed water on Minghui's face - she needed strong stimulation, and it would be too slow to pour water from the mouth of the bottle.

At the same time, Wu Cuo called her name loudly.

Minghui shrank slightly, and after a few seconds, her eyes rolled around, and finally looked at Wu Cuo.

"Minghui! Minghui! I'm wrong!" He shouted, "Say something!"

Xiaobai also called her name.

Qin Shouru on the edge of the barrel couldn't hold back any longer, and while Yan Ruyu and Jin Ziduo were watching Minghui nervously, he slid down the rope as well.

"Minghui! Look at me!" Qin Shouru didn't care about falling on the ground and squatting, and ran forward with a limp.

There was silence for more than ten seconds, and Minghui finally cried out with a "wow".

The crying made them feel relieved, the crying was really earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods, and they wailed endlessly, wiping Wu Cuo, Xiaobai, and Qin Shouru's bodies with tears and snot all over them.

The few people didn't care about being dirty, they quickly helped Minghui up, tied the rope around her waist, and sent her out of the iron bucket first.

Xiaobai was the second to get out of the iron bucket.

When only Wu Cuo and Qin Shouru were left in the barrel, Wu Cuo said in a low voice, "Be prepared mentally."

Qin Shouru was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why.

"Minghui...may have killed someone..."

Qin Shouru frowned. He had spent countless days and nights regretting that he had indirectly harmed Zhang Xiaoqiu.

He knew too well the feeling of suffering, and the heart that had just let go couldn't help but pick up again.

Really killed? ...It's killing people directly... Can Minghui resist the psychological pressure?
After the two of them also climbed up from the barrel, Yan Ruyu said to Wu Cuo: "There is still a difficult matter right now, four more people died, how do you report it?"

Wu misunderstood what he meant.It's okay to say that the murderer is dead, but even the kidnapped victims are all dead...Moreover, is Minghui forced to enforce the law legally, or is he defending against excessive killing... Pressure from public opinion... Pressure from big leaders...

All this made Wu Cuo feel a headache.

But he quickly figured out the situation. Right now, there are only two choices. Either report the truth, or hide it if you can. The report can say that the murderer and the able-bodied victim strangled to death. As for Minghui...

Before Wu misunderstood his thoughts, Minghui stopped crying and said, "I killed the man."

She showed the wound on her wrist and said: "His entire mouth is festered, he can no longer eat, he is so hungry, and he has even eaten human flesh..."

"So he wants to drink your blood," Yan Ruyu said: "For him, a living person is really the best food, a beating heart will make blood flow out of the wound continuously.

The injury on your arm..." Yan Ruyu took a closer look, "Scratched by a fingernail? "

"Yes, he has a nail...it should have been worn on the ground, and it's not sharp."

"So, what happened is that he used you as food and tried to harm you. You are both law enforcement and self-defense... No, maybe the judge will say that the other party is seriously injured and weak. If you defended too much, then it is...you missed during the defense process. Killing him... yes! Miss! Considering his mouth—that is, the inside of his cheeks, there is a large area of ​​ulceration. You just want to prevent him from biting you. Unexpectedly, his jaw is already crumbling, and it will be torn apart with a light touch ...do you remember?"

Yan Ruyu said while pacing, suddenly he stopped and glanced at Chu Zihan inside the iron bucket.

"Why is he in there? Shouldn't this iron bucket be used by him to keep pigs in captivity?"

"It was I who put him..."

Yan Ruyu interrupted Minghui, and continued: "He wanted to push you into the iron bucket, but you grabbed him in a panic and took him down. You are dead, and he was just a backstop." Yan Ruyu looked at Minghui meaningfully. Hui glanced, "Do you remember everything?"

Minghui was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "Is this... alright?"

"Okay!" Qin Shouru took over the conversation and said, "At that time, if there is something that needs to be done, I will find a way."

Minghui lowered his head and said, "This is evidence falsification! If it is discovered, you will be implicated...or...just tell the truth, I really don't care."

　Two days ago, I saw an author commenting on "The Grass", saying that it is my first time writing a book, and I don't even know how to count words... Where can I not? For writers, word counting is probably the easiest ?I'll accept the compliment first... But isn't this the most basic thing?There will always be some online writers who don’t want to use those shady techniques and methods, and disdain to make small profits with it. I just happen to be one of them. I believe that such new authors and old authors who are willing to abandon the dross, There will be more and more.

　　
　
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