Netherworld Investigator Chapter 590: Simple alarm

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I told Baldouqiang to get out of the car and told them about the discovery. Baldouqiang excitedly asked, "Song Brother, how did you know?"

I pointed to the broken glass on the ground and said, "This is a simple alarm. Chu Yan didn't wait until Xia Siyang when she agreed, but she didn't dare to stay here all the time. This place is too conspicuous, so she thought A compromise idea! Get a sirens here, hide yourself nearby, and when you hear the sound, look over here to see if it’s Xia Siyang."

"It makes sense, it makes sense!"

The bald head forced his hands to his mouth and he was about to shout. I stopped him. Don't be too public at the moment. I don't rule out that there is a trafficking syndicate or King King's men nearby.

I looked around. There was a field on the right hand side of the bridge, and a hill on the left hand side. There were some trees on the hill, and a house could be vaguely seen. Chu Yan's temporary hiding place must have an excellent view, and at the same time it is very hidden. That small house is obviously the best choice for the surrounding area.

I made a gesture and walked towards there.

The hill is not very easy to climb. Song Xingchen said that he would go up and have a look first, and then rushed up after a run-up. After waiting for about five minutes, a rope was thrown down, and Song Xingchen showed his face from the edge and said: "I found it nearby."

I pulled the rope a few times, and it was quite strong, so I climbed up one after another with the bald head.

The hut is just ahead, it seems to be a rangers hut. We walked over, and in the silence, the sound of the fallen leaves on the ground being crushed was very loud. The door was bolted from the inside. Song Xingchen took the tip of a knife and inserted it into the crack of the door, and slowly stirred it to open the door bolt.

Since the door is fastened from the inside, it means that there is someone in the house!

Bald head Qiang stretched out his hand to fumble on the wall, and I said, "Don't turn on the light! It's too conspicuous!" He had to use his mobile phone to light up.

The utensils in the house are all made of wood, but they are messy, as if they have been abandoned for a long time. There are a row of clay pots on the ground and some stalks of rice on the shelves. I heard that in some places, there will be such huts in the forest where some food and water will be put in for temporary rest for travelers passing by, and those who stay here will spontaneously replenish food and water for the convenience of other travelers.

We walked into the back room. There was a bed here, the mattress was rotten. Chu Yan was sitting in the corner across from the bed, tilting her head, her face pale, and she looked like a broken doll at first glance.

My heart twitched, and from the mud on her body, one could imagine what she had experienced before.

"Xiao Yan!" The bald head forcefully exclaimed, rushed over and knelt down, hugged Chu Yan in his arms and shook his nose, and said with grief, "Song brother, she is dead."

I opened her eyelids in the past, took a good look at her pulse, and said, "Don't be afraid, it's just a fake death!"

Chu Yan has a rubber ring on her neck. I touched it with my hand and found that there were electrodes sticking to the skin on the inner side. This thing was used to stimulate her to wake her from suspended animation, but I don’t know if it’s broken or broken. The battery was out, and Chu Yan was too exhausted, and she sat here in a state of suspended animation.

I searched her body. She was wearing a cartoon pouch around her waist, which contained a medicine bottle, a mobile phone, a dagger, and a small square box.

We don’t have anything to wake her up at all. The bald head asked if the battery of the mobile phone was okay, and I shook my head and said, "No one can feel the battery, let alone wake up a living dead." /

Chu Yan is now like a machine with a power failure, all functions are stagnant. Of course, there is still some weak oxygen in her body to protect the brain from death, but it must be dangerous to be like this all the time, and false death may become real death.

I have to try to activate her body. The first thing I thought of was cardiopulmonary resuscitation. I was afraid that my bald head would be a taboo, so I said to him: "I'm afraid to do artificial respiration, leave it to you!"

"No!" Bald Qiang categorically refused: "I am a vulgar person who knows nothing, and will only kill her, Song Brother, you should grasp it more."

I nodded and asked him to level Chu Yan, and then I started CPR. I kept pressing Chu Yan's chest and exhaling into her lungs from mouth to mouth, trying to restart her lungs, but it was completely useless.

The bald head watched strongly, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Song Xingchen suddenly asked: "Little Master, can I use the corpse surgery?"

This reminded me, yes, we can release the electric current in her body to stimulate her, I said excitedly: "Do you still have a needle in your body?"

"There are needles, but they are not magnetic needles."

I stood up and said: "There may be magnets in household appliances, look for them!"

I searched the outhouse and found a toolbox under the cabinet with a magnet for holding nails. I was overjoyed. I kept rubbing the needle on it to make it magnetic. Then I went back to the bedroom and let the bald head force Chu Yan up. I found a few points on my spine and stuck it down.

When the last needle fell, Chu Yan's body twitched. The necropsy was still effective for the dead, let alone the living? It’s just that she still didn’t breathe. I asked Shao Touqiang to hold her shoulders from behind and keep her sitting. I kept pressing her chest with both hands. Suddenly, Chu Yan took a violent breath, and her heart and lungs seemed to restart. The same machine started to work, his eyes slowly opened, and his pupils began to converge again.

"It's great!" The bald exclaimed excitedly.

I motioned him not to make a loud noise, stretched out my hand to pull out the needle behind Chu Yan, and let her lie down. A few minutes later, Chu Yan's face gradually became bloody. In the darkness, she didn't know who saved her, and asked quietly: "Siyang? Is that you?"

"No, it's me!" I replied.

"This voice...Song Yang...Brother? Where's Siyang."

"She's dead, don't worry, she walked without suffering." I lied.

Hearing the death of her friend, Chu Yan showed sorrow and suddenly reached out to me, and I held her in my arms for a while, and when her emotions calmed down, I put her down.

The bald head forced the phone up to illuminate his face. He smiled and asked: "Little sister, do you remember me?"

"Remember... you are a big bald head who always wanders downstairs in my house. Dad said you are a little ruffian." Chu Yan replied.

"Haha, I remember!" The bald head was overjoyed.

"How did you come?" Chu Yan asked.

I smiled and said: "Like Tang Seng, I walked one hundred and eight thousand miles, and after ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships, I found you. By the way, it was this bald-headed and powerful uncle who learned that you were missing. Come on, this big brother and I will come to see you together."

Chu Yan smiled faintly: "Thank you. But you don't actually have to come, I will live soon anyway."

"What silly thing to say!" The bald head shouted forcefully.

"My medicine..." Chu Yan reached out to touch her pocket, I took it out for her, and shook it: "No more."

Chu Yan lay down on the ground again, her expression calmly said: "It seems that I will die today."