"Then I...will be taken by surveillance...put it on the wall." Wu Yu gritted his teeth and broke Bu Chonghua's hand forcefully and exhaled: "The bonus will be deducted on the grounds of disorderly manners. Up!"
Bu Chonghua smiled: "It's okay. If we want to buckle, it's the two of us together. If it's difficult, we should act together."
Wu Yu's feelings about his plastics broke up, "That won't work, you have to be deducted, and my bonus is the same as the territory of the motherland, and I cannot be less!"
Qian is the last stubbornness of Comrade Bu Xiaohua, equivalent to Xiaogui's forensic doctor's cone and Cai Lin's lunch box. Bu Chonghua finally couldn't help but laughed and asked: "Why are you saving so much money? Don't tell me that you really want to buy a house?"ωωω.999xs.co\m\
Wu Yu said perfunctorily: "Build bridges and roads, donate to Hope Primary School."
"That's a good thing. I'll donate together with you, and I can also take Yan Xiu to donate together, how about?"
"That won't work, isn't it the elementary school I donated. I am embarrassed to be the principal of my own school?" Wu Yu pulled Bu Chonghua's sleeve and turned his attention away to show him the conference table covered with sack fragments and live photos: "What did you discuss here just now?"
"Discuss the location of Chen Yuanliang's murder and the dumping of the body." Bu Chonghua heard that he wanted to switch the topic off, knowing that it would be useless to follow up, so he simply repeated the discussion just now, and said: "All the evidence points to him. The victims were killed in the wilderness near the intersection of the Beijiao Fertilizer Plant and Jinhe Road, but Liao Gang and the others had been working with the police from the local police station to search for a week, and there was nothing. If you consider the local terrain conditions, consider the victim’s psychology and mobility , I think the murderer is more likely to be suspicious of the police."
Wu Yu nodded and thought for a while to ask: "What if the murder scene was in a car?"
"It is possible that the rain fell on the second day of the murder, which might wash away the ruts on the scene... But it is still impossible to explain how the murderer took the body to the Beidao Village landfill."
"Carrying?"
Bu Chonghua shook his head: "The dead man is heavy, even if Chen Yuanliang is thin, he can barely."
"Come on, come on, practice and learn true knowledge," Wu Yu flexed his hands, motioning for Bu Chonghua to turn around: "Come here and let us try."
Bu Chonghua pressed the edge of the table: "Wait, wait, you think about it..."
"Come and try it." Wu Yu couldn't help but leaned down, pressing his back with one hand and bending the legs with one hand, and suddenly exerted force "Uh!" Bu Chonghua couldn't help but lifted his feet off the ground, and both of them made a sound of pain at the same time. : "Fuck!..."
With a bang, Bu Chonghua returned to the ground and staggered a few steps before standing still. Wu Yu was also holding the table and breathing continuously, saying, "Ten...ten seconds. Your center of gravity is too uncoordinated!"
Bu Chonghua laughed nonchalantly: "You just want the princess to hug me?!"
Wu Yu: "Are you not happy to treat you as a princess?"
It’s harder for the princess to carry it on his shoulders, but what the princess didn’t tell him was that she was actually losing weight recently, because living with Wu Yu would cause weight gain, and she had to lose a few kilograms to prepare for emergencies...
Bu Chonghua smiled and waved his hand, and said: "The murderer could not have carried the corpse into the landfill...the place where the corpse was found is still hundreds of meters away from the gate. I think it's a tricycle, or It just used the scavenger’s cart."
It is more likely that the murderer can be mixed among the sporadic scavengers in the dark night without being discovered. But this means another thing, that is, the murderer must have a corpse dumping station near the landfill. Where is it?
They studied for a while, but there was still no clue. At the beginning, Wu Yu continued to put forward all kinds of speculations and opinions. Later, he could only pull a chair and sit down, rubbing his face with a smile, and said, "I can't do it anymore. It seems that I am really bad at reasoning, or lead you. Hurry up."
Probably because there is indeed no clue to finding a needle in a haystack, this time Bu Chonghua deliberately avoided the topic of whether he could do it or not. While registering the evidence bags one by one back into the cardboard box, he smiled and said: "It has nothing to do with you, there are so many experts in the Criminal Investigation Bureau. You can't do anything about it. Besides, it is not by reasoning to solve the case. The criminal police's magic weapon to solve the case is through visits, surveillance video, interrogation techniques, and modern criminal departments. You can just look at the plot for those original reasoning, don't take it seriously."
Wu Yu stopped talking, and after a while, he smiled and asked, "...Would you like to teach me to solve the case?"
Bu Chonghua paused slightly, raised his eyes and glanced at him. His face seemed to be a little happy, but he said indifferently, "Why don't you let your old classmate teach? I was a police academy specializing in teaching this. I used to be a first-level inspector. ."
Wu Yu: "..."
Wu Yu said, "Ah, yeah, thank you for reminding me. I'll call him and see if he has time tonight..."
Bu Chonghua slid like a lightning bolt to pull him back from the back of Wu Yu, smiled and reprimanded: "You dare! Come back and accompany the leader to clear the physical evidence on this table!"
Jiang Ting's subtle psychological stimulation to Bu Chonghua is nothing short of a try, and if it continues like this, it will develop into an assassin. Wu Yu came back with a smile, helped Bu Chonghua put away hundreds of on-site photos, wrote the physical evidence registration form one by one, and put back dozens of numbered transparent bags. Suddenly, his arm was caught by Bu Chonghua. One shot: "No, the wire number 26654 must be registered separately from the other bags of wires."
"Why?" Wu Yu looked up diagonally.
"The other sections are used to tie up the corpse. Only this section is used to tie the mouth of the body bag. You put it in the evidence box containing the sack."
Wu Yuxin said that you have a lot of business, Yiyan got up and put the physical evidence bag numbered 26654 in another carton, then sat down and continued to write the registration form, writing and writing the pen suddenly stopped, and thoughtfully picked up the rest. Observed a few bags of wires for a while, and took the wire numbered 26654 back for comparison.
"What's the matter?" Bu Chonghua stopped what he was doing.
"...26654 is newer than other wires."
"Update?"
"Well, you can see that its color is a bit brighter than all other threads."
Bu Chonghua took the two bags of wires, frowned slowly, and suddenly said, "...No, no, the age of the copper wire is the same, but the paint on other wires has faded a bit, and..."
And the fading is not the entire wire fading, it is a regular pattern, the unfading part of the paint is about the same as 26654.
——What does this mean?
As if a certain giant was vaguely silhouetted deep underwater, Bu Chonghua vaguely felt as if he had caught something. He picked up several other wires that bound the corpse and found that although the length of the faded part of each wire is different, some fade every four or five centimeters, and some fade only every thirty centimeters; but overall All show a certain regularity, as if...
"!!!"
Lightning struck through the chaos suddenly, Bu Chonghua's whole body was full of enlightenment, grabbed the gloves and put them on, opened the physical evidence bag, grabbed the blood-stained wires in his hands, turned his head and asked Wu Yu: "Help I brought Song Hui."
Wu Yu stunned: "What are you doing?"
"Tie her!"
Five minutes later, the team leader's office.
Song Hui: "............"
Wu Yu: "………………"
The atmosphere froze, and in the dead silence, Song Hui finally trembled and asked questions from the soul:
"Even if you want to refuse my confession, you won't tie me up with the rope that tied the body and stuff it in a sack?!"
"Twist it yourself, hurry up." Bu Chonghua pointed to the box of plastic wrap that had just been snatched from the cafeteria of the Public Security Bureau in front of him. Then he probably saw Song Hui's face of life being subverted, and he sighed and said, "Only you in the whole detachment are the most similar to the victim. What can I do?"
Song Hui looked at Wu Yu with a look of tears and tears. Wu Yu immediately spread her hands and expressed her love: "It's okay, just tie it up for a while, and the leaders will comfort you."
Song Hui was distraught with grief: "Is it comfort to say that I am like a seventy-year-old man?!"
Bu Chonghua insisted that it was comforting, Song Hui had nothing to do, sobbing in a desperate atmosphere, and wrapped her arms and legs with plastic wrap. Bu Chonghua also stared at her to see if she was wrapped tightly enough, whether there were any gaps left, and from time to time he instructed: "Don't save the plastic wrap. Yes, wrap it twice more here."
"He is afraid that the plastic wrap will wear out and the rope will get on you," Wu Yu comforted kindly.
Before Song Hui had time to feel a little bit of comfort that was better than nothing, she heard Bu Chonghua's surprise: "What? I'm afraid the DNA on the evidence will be contaminated if it touches her."
Song Hui: "............"
However, Song Hui's fear of going to Hot Search was slightly less, she was crying and rushed out the door to file a complaint with the inspection team.
"Yes, don't be so stiff, relax. The victim hadn't had a corpse at the time." Bu Chonghua tied her knees quickly and wrapped her knees around a piece of wire vacantly. He got up and looked around and raised his hand. Pulling Wu Yu over: "Look at this wire."
Song Hui put her forehead on her knees and looked at her thighs numbly: "No, thank you."
Wu Yu glanced intently, and instantly noticed something strange——
In the posture of the victim being tied up in the body bag, combined with the body shape and leg circumference, the discolored parts of the wires are unified on the left side of the body, neatly drawn against the inside of the body bag.
In other words, this part of the wire did not change color after being used, but on the way of throwing the corpse, the friction fading caused by the corpse maintaining the lying position on the left side and the inside of the body bag!
"Hurry up and untie the wires from her!" Wu Yu blurted out in an instant. Before the unbelievable Song Hui could be moved, he just listened to him aloud: "As long as we figure out how long the wire and the body bag rub against, the color will fade to this level. , We can know how long it took the murderer to reach the place where the corpse was thrown, and we can hope to find the scene of the murder!"
"..." The tied up Song Hui struggled desperately: "Is my hope for humanity still in charge?!"
·
Half an hour later, Wang Jiuling rushed into the office, and saw Bu Chonghua, Wu Yu, Song Hui, Little Gui forensic doctor, and Liao Gang, who had just rushed back from the eighteen large trash cans in sweat... Several people formed a circle. Everyone has a wire and a woven bag, and each head is rubbed vigorously. There are also several test lines of different shades after rubbing on the ground, marked with different words: "vigorous rubbing 10min", "light rubbing 30min", "Moderate friction for 15 minutes"... The whole office is filled with brainwashing chucks and chucks.
"Don't wipe it! The comparison comes out!" Wang Jiuling took a breath of excitement, caught off guard against the strange smell of carrion trash mixed with rubber rubbing, but the adrenaline blowing out made him completely ignored: "Light rubbing for 25 minutes The fading intensity of the latter wire is the closest to that of the corpse tying line, and the Beidao Village waste landfill site was cycling outside for 25 minutes. Sure enough, there is an urban-rural combined village with more than 200 households!"
Bu Chonghua raised his head: "What's your name?"
"Little Beizhuang!"
Everyone suddenly got up, Bu Chonghua pulled his feet out and walked out: "Notify the police in the jurisdiction, bring the branch for a trace check, and set out to search the village immediately!"
Red and blue police lights were speeding under the sky, and the screaming sirens were shut off one kilometer away from the destination. For a short time, they surrounded this withered and dilapidated Xiaobeizhuang in the wilderness. The door of the police car slammed up one after another, and the messy footsteps surrounded the entire village, with exclamations and screams endlessly.
"Police!" "Don't run around!" "Please cooperate and assist in the search!"
"Go back to each house, don't panic! It's not here to check the temporary residence permit!" Cai Lin grabbed a woman holding a child, holding a photo of Chen Yuanliang and shouting, "Have you seen this person? Any impression? Have you seen it?!"
The woman shook her head in tears: "I haven't seen it, don't drive me away, I won't go to the shelter..."
"I didn't rush you to the asylum. We are the criminal police! The criminal police don't care about this? Hey, you can't hold your newborn child like this..." Cai Lin shouted loudly, suddenly the phone rang, "Hello? Zhang Xiaoli Why don't you use the walkie-talkie, you fucking got the equipment off the car again, right?
I didn’t know what was said on the phone. Three seconds later, Cai Lin jumped up and said hurriedly: "Boss! Boss!"
Bu Chonghua stood in front of the police car and turned his head, only to see Cai Lin holding his mobile phone, staring blankly out three words: "Found it."
Bang!
The wooden door was kicked open, and Bu Chonghua took the lead in raising the gun. The muzzle swept around. saw wires, scissors, woven bags, bleach, waste paper, etc. scattered on the five or six square meters of partitioned premises. , Because the windows are closed tightly in the summer, there is an indescribable smell of sourness.
"..." Bu Chonghua exhaled, put away the police gun, and gestured backward.
"Call the site survey. That's it."
"Then I...will be taken by surveillance...put it on the wall." Wu Yu gritted his teeth and broke Bu Chonghua's hand forcefully and exhaled: "The bonus will be deducted on the grounds of disorderly manners. Up!"
Bu Chonghua smiled: "It's okay. If we want to buckle, it's the two of us together. If it's difficult, we should act together."
Wu Yu's feelings about his plastics broke up, "That won't work, you have to be deducted, and my bonus is the same as the territory of the motherland, and I cannot be less!"
Qian is the last stubbornness of Comrade Bu Xiaohua, equivalent to Xiaogui's forensic doctor's cone and Cai Lin's lunch box. Bu Chonghua finally couldn't help but laughed and asked: "Why are you saving so much money? Don't tell me that you really want to buy a house?"ωωω.999xs.co\m\
Wu Yu said perfunctorily: "Build bridges and roads, donate to Hope Primary School."
"That's a good thing. I'll donate together with you, and I can also take Yan Xiu to donate together, how about?"
"That won't work, isn't it the elementary school I donated. I am embarrassed to be the principal of my own school?" Wu Yu pulled Bu Chonghua's sleeve and turned his attention away to show him the conference table covered with sack fragments and live photos: "What did you discuss here just now?"
"Discuss the location of Chen Yuanliang's murder and the dumping of the body." Bu Chonghua heard that he wanted to switch the topic off, knowing that it would be useless to follow up, so he simply repeated the discussion just now, and said: "All the evidence points to him. The victims were killed in the wilderness near the intersection of the Beijiao Fertilizer Plant and Jinhe Road, but Liao Gang and the others had been working with the police from the local police station to search for a week, and there was nothing. If you consider the local terrain conditions, consider the victim’s psychology and mobility , I think the murderer is more likely to be suspicious of the police."
Wu Yu nodded and thought for a while to ask: "What if the murder scene was in a car?"
"It is possible that the rain fell on the second day of the murder, which might wash away the ruts on the scene... But it is still impossible to explain how the murderer took the body to the Beidao Village landfill."
"Carrying?"
Bu Chonghua shook his head: "The dead man is heavy, even if Chen Yuanliang is thin, he can barely."
"Come on, come on, practice and learn true knowledge," Wu Yu flexed his hands, motioning for Bu Chonghua to turn around: "Come here and let us try."
Bu Chonghua pressed the edge of the table: "Wait, wait, you think about it..."
"Come and try it." Wu Yu couldn't help but leaned down, pressing his back with one hand and bending the legs with one hand, and suddenly exerted force "Uh!" Bu Chonghua couldn't help but lifted his feet off the ground, and both of them made a sound of pain at the same time. : "Fuck!..."
With a bang, Bu Chonghua returned to the ground and staggered a few steps before standing still. Wu Yu was also holding the table and breathing continuously, saying, "Ten...ten seconds. Your center of gravity is too uncoordinated!"
Bu Chonghua laughed nonchalantly: "You just want the princess to hug me?!"
Wu Yu: "Are you not happy to treat you as a princess?"
It’s harder for the princess to carry it on his shoulders, but what the princess didn’t tell him was that she was actually losing weight recently, because living with Wu Yu would cause weight gain, and she had to lose a few kilograms to prepare for emergencies...
Bu Chonghua smiled and waved his hand, and said: "The murderer could not have carried the corpse into the landfill...the place where the corpse was found is still hundreds of meters away from the gate. I think it's a tricycle, or It just used the scavenger’s cart."
It is more likely that the murderer can be mixed among the sporadic scavengers in the dark night without being discovered. But this means another thing, that is, the murderer must have a corpse dumping station near the landfill. Where is it?
They studied for a while, but there was still no clue. At the beginning, Wu Yu continued to put forward all kinds of speculations and opinions. Later, he could only pull a chair and sit down, rubbing his face with a smile, and said, "I can't do it anymore. It seems that I am really bad at reasoning, or lead you. Hurry up."
Probably because there is indeed no clue to finding a needle in a haystack, this time Bu Chonghua deliberately avoided the topic of whether he could do it or not. While registering the evidence bags one by one back into the cardboard box, he smiled and said: "It has nothing to do with you, there are so many experts in the Criminal Investigation Bureau. You can't do anything about it. Besides, it is not by reasoning to solve the case. The criminal police's magic weapon to solve the case is through visits, surveillance video, interrogation techniques, and modern criminal departments. You can just look at the plot for those original reasoning, don't take it seriously."
Wu Yu stopped talking, and after a while, he smiled and asked, "...Would you like to teach me to solve the case?"
Bu Chonghua paused slightly, raised his eyes and glanced at him. His face seemed to be a little happy, but he said indifferently, "Why don't you let your old classmate teach? I was a police academy specializing in teaching this. I used to be a first-level inspector. ."
Wu Yu: "..."
Wu Yu said, "Ah, yeah, thank you for reminding me. I'll call him and see if he has time tonight..."
Bu Chonghua slid like a lightning bolt to pull him back from the back of Wu Yu, smiled and reprimanded: "You dare! Come back and accompany the leader to clear the physical evidence on this table!"
Jiang Ting's subtle psychological stimulation to Bu Chonghua is nothing short of a try, and if it continues like this, it will develop into an assassin. Wu Yu came back with a smile, helped Bu Chonghua put away hundreds of on-site photos, wrote the physical evidence registration form one by one, and put back dozens of numbered transparent bags. Suddenly, his arm was caught by Bu Chonghua. One shot: "No, the wire number 26654 must be registered separately from the other bags of wires."
"Why?" Wu Yu looked up diagonally.
"The other sections are used to tie up the corpse. Only this section is used to tie the mouth of the body bag. You put it in the evidence box containing the sack."
Wu Yuxin said that you have a lot of business, Yiyan got up and put the physical evidence bag numbered 26654 in another carton, then sat down and continued to write the registration form, writing and writing the pen suddenly stopped, and thoughtfully picked up the rest. Observed a few bags of wires for a while, and took the wire numbered 26654 back for comparison.
"What's the matter?" Bu Chonghua stopped what he was doing.
"...26654 is newer than other wires."
"Update?"
"Well, you can see that its color is a bit brighter than all other threads."
Bu Chonghua took the two bags of wires, frowned slowly, and suddenly said, "...No, no, the age of the copper wire is the same, but the paint on other wires has faded a bit, and..."
And the fading is not the entire wire fading, it is a regular pattern, the unfading part of the paint is about the same as 26654.
——What does this mean?
As if a certain giant was vaguely silhouetted deep underwater, Bu Chonghua vaguely felt as if he had caught something. He picked up several other wires that bound the corpse and found that although the length of the faded part of each wire is different, some fade every four or five centimeters, and some fade only every thirty centimeters; but overall All show a certain regularity, as if...
"!!!"
Lightning struck through the chaos suddenly, Bu Chonghua's whole body was full of enlightenment, grabbed the gloves and put them on, opened the physical evidence bag, grabbed the blood-stained wires in his hands, turned his head and asked Wu Yu: "Help I brought Song Hui."
Wu Yu stunned: "What are you doing?"
"Tie her!"
Five minutes later, the team leader's office.
Song Hui: "............"
Wu Yu: "………………"
The atmosphere froze, and in the dead silence, Song Hui finally trembled and asked questions from the soul:
"Even if you want to refuse my confession, you won't tie me up with the rope that tied the body and stuff it in a sack?!"
"Twist it yourself, hurry up." Bu Chonghua pointed to the box of plastic wrap that had just been snatched from the cafeteria of the Public Security Bureau in front of him. Then he probably saw Song Hui's face of life being subverted, and he sighed and said, "Only you in the whole detachment are the most similar to the victim. What can I do?"
Song Hui looked at Wu Yu with a look of tears and tears. Wu Yu immediately spread her hands and expressed her love: "It's okay, just tie it up for a while, and the leaders will comfort you."
Song Hui was distraught with grief: "Is it comfort to say that I am like a seventy-year-old man?!"
Bu Chonghua insisted that it was comforting, Song Hui had nothing to do, sobbing in a desperate atmosphere, and wrapped her arms and legs with plastic wrap. Bu Chonghua also stared at her to see if she was wrapped tightly enough, whether there were any gaps left, and from time to time he instructed: "Don't save the plastic wrap. Yes, wrap it twice more here."
"He is afraid that the plastic wrap will wear out and the rope will get on you," Wu Yu comforted kindly.
Before Song Hui had time to feel a little bit of comfort that was better than nothing, she heard Bu Chonghua's surprise: "What? I'm afraid the DNA on the evidence will be contaminated if it touches her."
Song Hui: "............"
However, Song Hui's fear of going to Hot Search was slightly less, she was crying and rushed out the door to file a complaint with the inspection team.
"Yes, don't be so stiff, relax. The victim hadn't had a corpse at the time." Bu Chonghua tied her knees quickly and wrapped her knees around a piece of wire vacantly. He got up and looked around and raised his hand. Pulling Wu Yu over: "Look at this wire."
Song Hui put her forehead on her knees and looked at her thighs numbly: "No, thank you."
Wu Yu glanced intently, and instantly noticed something strange——
In the posture of the victim being tied up in the body bag, combined with the body shape and leg circumference, the discolored parts of the wires are unified on the left side of the body, neatly drawn against the inside of the body bag.
In other words, this part of the wire did not change color after being used, but on the way of throwing the corpse, the friction fading caused by the corpse maintaining the lying position on the left side and the inside of the body bag!
"Hurry up and untie the wires from her!" Wu Yu blurted out in an instant. Before the unbelievable Song Hui could be moved, he just listened to him aloud: "As long as we figure out how long the wire and the body bag rub against, the color will fade to this level. , We can know how long it took the murderer to reach the place where the corpse was thrown, and we can hope to find the scene of the murder!"
"..." The tied up Song Hui struggled desperately: "Is my hope for humanity still in charge?!"
·
Half an hour later, Wang Jiuling rushed into the office, and saw Bu Chonghua, Wu Yu, Song Hui, Little Gui forensic doctor, and Liao Gang, who had just rushed back from the eighteen large trash cans in sweat... Several people formed a circle. Everyone has a wire and a woven bag, and each head is rubbed vigorously. There are also several test lines of different shades after rubbing on the ground, marked with different words: "vigorous rubbing 10min", "light rubbing 30min", "Moderate friction for 15 minutes"... The whole office is filled with brainwashing chucks and chucks.
"Don't wipe it! The comparison comes out!" Wang Jiuling took a breath of excitement, caught off guard against the strange smell of carrion trash mixed with rubber rubbing, but the adrenaline blowing out made him completely ignored: "Light rubbing for 25 minutes The fading intensity of the latter wire is the closest to that of the corpse tying line, and the Beidao Village waste landfill site was cycling outside for 25 minutes. Sure enough, there is an urban-rural combined village with more than 200 households!"
Bu Chonghua raised his head: "What's your name?"
"Little Beizhuang!"
Everyone suddenly got up, Bu Chonghua pulled his feet out and walked out: "Notify the police in the jurisdiction, bring the branch for a trace check, and set out to search the village immediately!"
Red and blue police lights were speeding under the sky, and the screaming sirens were shut off one kilometer away from the destination. For a short time, they surrounded this withered and dilapidated Xiaobeizhuang in the wilderness. The door of the police car slammed up one after another, and the messy footsteps surrounded the entire village, with exclamations and screams endlessly.
"Police!" "Don't run around!" "Please cooperate and assist in the search!"
"Go back to each house, don't panic! It's not here to check the temporary residence permit!" Cai Lin grabbed a woman holding a child, holding a photo of Chen Yuanliang and shouting, "Have you seen this person? Any impression? Have you seen it?!"
The woman shook her head in tears: "I haven't seen it, don't drive me away, I won't go to the shelter..."
"I didn't rush you to the asylum. We are the criminal police! The criminal police don't care about this? Hey, you can't hold your newborn child like this..." Cai Lin shouted loudly, suddenly the phone rang, "Hello? Zhang Xiaoli Why don't you use the walkie-talkie, you fucking got the equipment off the car again, right?
I didn’t know what was said on the phone. Three seconds later, Cai Lin jumped up and said hurriedly: "Boss! Boss!"
Bu Chonghua stood in front of the police car and turned his head, only to see Cai Lin holding his mobile phone, staring blankly out three words: "Found it."
Bang!
The wooden door was kicked open, and Bu Chonghua took the lead in raising the gun. The muzzle swept around. saw wires, scissors, woven bags, bleach, waste paper, etc. scattered on the five or six square meters of partitioned premises. , Because the windows are closed tightly in the summer, there is an indescribable smell of sourness.
"..." Bu Chonghua exhaled, put away the police gun, and gestured backward.
"Call the site survey. That's it."
