Netherworld Investigator Chapter 253: The punishment of the wooden donkey

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In the next two days, we were doing post-mortems and investigating scenes, day and night, but there was no breakthrough in the case.

On Sunday night, the live broadcast of Tormentor Gale did not proceed as usual. It may be that there are no hostages available. I asked Huang Xiaotao if he wants to issue a wanted order for the whole city? The general public is reminded that Xing Ren Haifeng should be looking for a new target.

Huang Xiaotao shook her head and said: "It's useless. That will only cause social panic. What should happen will happen, and it can't be stopped."

It was getting late, and I was about to go back to school with Wang Dali and the youngest, when suddenly a policeman ran and said: "Captain, the murderer has started live broadcasting."

We hurried to the meeting room and used a projector to project the video on the wall. Like the previous few times, it was pitch black at first, and a person's gasp could be heard. The name of the live broadcast room tonight is still called: "Hell Judgment".

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and the torturer Gale was two hours later than the scheduled time. Could it be the victim just caught tonight?

We were nervous and waited to see the true face of the victim. After a while, the tormentor Haefeng said in a processed voice: "Li Derong, you have always been eager to be famous. I will give you this opportunity tonight! "

For a moment, I suspected that my ears had misheard, and the victim tonight turned out to be his partner-the strongest Pipi Shrimp!

Others were also extremely shocked. The comments below the live room instantly exploded. Although a large part of these audiences also watched the live broadcast of the strongest Pippi shrimp, when they learned that one anchor was about to kill the other, Most people are in anticipation and excitement.

The light came on, and I couldn’t help taking a breath after seeing the picture. He was naked, his skin was shiny, as if he was coated with oil, he was somewhat bruised, and his mouth was sewn with thread. When I got up, I could only whine desperately with my eyes open.

The thing he was riding on turned out to be a wooden donkey used to punish **** women in ancient times, but some modifications were made. His hands and feet were clamped by iron clips like animal traps, and blood was flowing.

I noticed that there is a wooden stake mounted on the back of a wooden donkey under his butt. From our perspective, only a small section can be seen. A large part of it is inserted into his chrysanthemum. There are some blood stains on the wooden stake. It is estimated to be sharpened.

Pork Rong's waist is also tied to a time bomb, and the countdown is frozen for one minute!

I never imagined that Xing Ren Jifeng would actually have to deal with his partner personally. Perhaps it was an order from the website or just for his own safety. Pork Rong’s unauthorized actions almost exposed them.

No matter at what level, killing his own partner personally, the four words ‘heartbroken’ can no longer describe his twisted heart.

Xiner Haifeng continued in a plain tone: "Next, you will start a thrilling performance in front of tens of thousands of eyes. Let me explain that you have a time bomb on your body and the time limit is only one minute! To escape from this mechanism, you must continue to insert the wooden stake into your body, deep and deep, and then the iron clips that bind your hands and feet will be opened. Take this minute and leave the audience with the deepest impression. Impression! The trial begins!"

With a beep, the time bomb began to count down. Pork Rong was struggling violently. After twenty seconds, he made up his mind and sat down **** the stakes. The blood did not fall to the horse and On his lap.

"Fuck, I can't stand it anymore!" The youngest said, and opened the door to go out.

Wang Dali didn't have the courage of the youngest to leave midway. He grabbed my clothes tightly with both hands, his teeth kept fighting.

The stakes may have pierced Pork Rong's intestines and stomach, and blood was flowing, while the clamps on his hands and feet were opening a little bit. He held his neck in pain and his eyes were about to burst from his eye sockets.

This scene made many police shook their heads, but the audience watching the live broadcast was extremely excited. The waterfall-like barrage and reward notice almost covered the entire screen, so we had to turn off the barrage.

Time passed by one minute and one second. With only ten seconds left, Pork Rong finally let the iron clamp open. He hurriedly removed the belt with his **** hands, but he couldn't pull it off.

With only five seconds left, Pork Rong pulled the line on his mouth and roared hoarsely: "Wang Yizhou, I'm looking for your whole family!" Then he quickly said a series of numbers, but he didn't finish. The bomb detonated.

With a bang, the screen was full of blood fog, the lens vibrated, and there was a lot of flesh and blood on it. I saw Pork Rong only the lower part of his body, the whole body was blown up, and a tuft of intestines appeared from the cavity, and a wooden stake stained with blood could be vaguely seen inside.

Huang Xiaotao covered her mouth and said: "It's cruel!"

Everyone hasn’t recovered from this horrible scene. I quickly took a pen and paper and wrote down the number of the Pork’s death report. I said: “It looks like a mobile phone number, but it’s missing a number. ."

Huang Xiaotao took a look, asked the technical police to fill in the numbers from 0 to 9, and searched all the ten numbers.

The police can accurately locate the geographic location of a mobile phone number by satellite. Soon we found that three of them were in Nanjiang City, and one of them was moving slowly. I said, “It’s one o'clock in the morning, this mobile phone number is moving slowly. The number is probably the tormentor's gale!"

Huang Xiaotao waved a big hand: "Walk around, catch people!"

Everyone immediately got into the police car and rushed to the target.

On the way, I asked Huang Xiaotao: "Is there a woman among the hostages rescued?"

Huang Xiaotao nodded: "There is one, whose career is a lady in a nightclub."

I said: "No wonder!"

Tonight, this wooden donkey organization should not have been specially prepared for Pork Rong. The torturer was eager to dispose of Pork Rong, so he performed this show. Unexpectedly, when the ship was capsized in the gutter, Pork Rong revealed it just moments before his death. Key intelligence.

When approaching the target place, his subordinates asked Huang Xiaotao for instructions: "The target is leaving quickly, do you want to chase it?"

Huang Xiaotao asked me: "What about your opinion?"

I said: "When the incident happened suddenly, what kind of method would Tormentor Jifeng take to avoid the pursuit? I think he would call a car, throw his mobile phone on the car, and run for his life in other directions."

Huang Xiaotao said: "Common tactics in movies!" Then she ordered to go down, and the soldiers were divided into two groups, one team to chase the target, and the other to search for the first point where the target appeared.

We came to the place where the target first appeared. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a villa in the suburbs. I saw a sign for rent hanging on the door. It was a deceptive look because there was still light behind the curtains. There are people living in it.

We opened the door and went in. There was a smell of burnt wires in the room, a strong heat and crackling noises came from one room, and I shouted: "No, they are destroying the evidence!"

We rushed in and saw a row of computers burning with gasoline. The police hurriedly cut off the power supply and got water from the bathroom to put out the fire.

After the fire went out, I looked around and said: "There have been more than a dozen people here. What Pork Rong told us is not the location of Wang Yizhou, but the studio of this live broadcast website!"

I went to the living room, opened the autopsy umbrella, and asked Wang Dali to light me up.

A line of footprints were clearly printed on the ground, and I smiled: "This group of people must have been in a mess at the time. When they used gasoline to destroy the evidence, they stepped on a lot of them. Let's go, let's get them all!"