Trapped in a Dead Situation

Author: The bear skimming the treetops

Trapped in a Dead Situation

Under the sunlight, the pool of blood was particularly eye-catching, and the strong smell of blood seemed to be amplified several times, making it very pungent.

The man in long gown lying on the ground was as pale as paper, and his empty eyes stared at him, as if demanding his life.

A group of men in black, like wolves and tigers, rushed toward him, each with a ferocious look on his face, wanting to eat him alive.

"Now, come here quickly!"

In front were Jiang Jin and Lao Jia, looking anxious, waving their arms and calling loudly.

Fang now struggled to get up from the ground, but his feet felt like lead. No matter how hard he ran, he could never move forward.

Suddenly, men in black with guns also appeared behind Jiang Jin and Lao Jia.

Fang now wanted to shout, but all he could make was a muffled sound, and a few syllables seemed to roll out of his throat.

The men in black behind him were chasing closer and closer. He turned around and saw that they had raised their guns, with the black muzzles accompanied by more than a dozen pairs of blood-red eyes.

"Kill them!" the leader of the men in black shouted angrily.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The crisp gunfire sounded like exploding beans, and the bullets were as dense as locusts.

This time, Fang now knows that he is doomed...

Suddenly, for a moment, a monotonous and harsh sound, like a saw-sawing cicada, reached his ears through the sound of gunshots, as if several more ladles of oil had been poured on his already burning inner fire.

Fang woke up suddenly now and realized that he was not in a pot of spring tea garden, but had a nightmare. His face was covered in cold sweat and his heart was still beating wildly.

He glanced around and found that he was in a cramped cell, with handcuffs and leg shackles on his hands and feet. No wonder he seemed to have been subjected to a restraining spell just now.

He raised his eyelids and saw the scorching sunlight shining mercilessly on the mottled iron windows, as if they were about to melt the iron bars as thick as his thumb.

The heat is getting thick, and there is not even a breath of wind outside. The inside of the cell is like a steamer, and the sweat is fumigated along with a putrid smell that makes it hard for people to breathe.

Although the bullet wound on his left arm had been bandaged, it was still bleeding, staining the sleeve of his white shirt red as big as a palm.

He sighed. He had just bought this shirt the day before he reported for duty.

There was a dry chirping of cicadas outside the window. He struggled to get up, licked his withered lips, held back his thirst, and moved towards the bars step by step.

The sound of clattering shackles was heard.

Finally reaching the window, he tiptoed on the window sill and followed the monotonous chirping of cicadas -

Several large willow trees in the yard were hunched over and dying. On the high wall where the electric grid was mounted, a line of dark characters was written meticulously in regular script: The maze is endless, but once you turn around, you will find the shore!

I had long heard that there was a prison in the police station, so I thought it would be here. I thought I would let Lao Jia take him and Jiang in to have a look, but I didn't expect it to be in this way.

"This is a big joke, I really killed someone..." Fang now slid down the wall feebly.

They were the only plainclothes policemen at the scene. The man in the long coat was most likely one of the parties to the transaction, otherwise he would not have fired.

This is clearly an attempt to kill the fish and break the net.

He looked elegant in temperament, but he didn't expect that he turned out to be a ruthless gangster!

But then again, not to mention the plainclothes men who entered the tea plantation beforehand, even the experienced old businessmen took the wrong look.

As soon as the gunshots are fired, both parties involved in the ghost transaction are bound to flee, and the capture mission will most likely fail.

I hope the man in the long gown is not dead.

As soon as this idea appeared, Fang now felt that he was deceiving himself.

Watching helplessly as the bullet hits the heart, it’s hard for a god to save him!

Perhaps he could still catch his accomplices, and Fang, who had an open mind, now had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

But soon, this small flame of hope was extinguished by his own hands.

If other accomplices of the man in the long gown were arrested, would he still have to wear handcuffs and shackles and enjoy the treatment of a serious criminal?

It's really unlucky to think about it. It was obviously the man in the long gown who raised the gun first. He only fired the gun out of self-defense at most. Could he just watch the other party shoot him to death?

Lao Jia, Jiang Jin and the others should have seen the scene clearly, and should have been able to prove it to themselves.

Even if he really accidentally kills the target who came to discuss the transaction, there is no need to treat him as a serious criminal, right?

Fang was now exhausted both physically and mentally. He slowly sat down against the wall and drew here and there on the ground with his fingers. He drew a figure, erased it and drew another. Then he simply hugged his knees and frowned, thinking hard.

Suddenly, I remembered the last angry roar I heard before passing out.

Judging from his tone, the man didn't take the Detective Division seriously. Could it be that the top brass of the police station are also here?

The case was handed over by senior officials in Nanjing, so it was natural for the top police officers to personally come forward.

Originally, I wanted to ask Section Chief Zhou to explain the whole story, but once the head of the bureau came forward, this matter would probably be beyond Chief Zhou's control.

Everyone in the whole world was watching this case, but he shot the target who came to contact him with one shot, and the clues behind it were probably lost.

Fang now has reason to believe that the director will unleash his full anger on him alone.

No matter what, he messed up the task. Reprimand and confinement are unreasonable wishes. Dismissal is probably the best solution, and he may even be imprisoned.

The Kuomintang dictatorship rules, the government is corrupt, and the society is dark. If the mission fails, he is very likely to be used as a scapegoat. Who will speak for him, a little policeman with no roots?

Thinking of this, Fang's scalp suddenly exploded, and his spine felt chilly.

I originally had some beautiful illusions about time travel, but at this moment, it shattered like a bubble, leaving only anxiety and fear.

Fang now kept hitting the wall with the back of his head. It seemed that only such actions could alleviate the anxiety and fear in his heart.

No, we can’t just leave it to fate!

He punched the ground hard, and the blood and pain made him calm down a little.

After struggling to get to the iron gate, he dug through the brick-sized hole and looked out. No matter whether there was intervention from the top brass of the police station, he would find Jiang Jin, Lao Jia, or even Zhou Xingang, telling them that he had not thought about it at the time.

Kill the man in the kaftan.

"I want to see Section Chief Zhou, come here, come here..."

However, the low and hoarse shouts did not call anyone, and the only response was intermittent echoes and painful moans one after another.

After a long time, a faint voice came from deep in the corridor: "Save your energy, no matter what the reason is for you to come in, once you get to this place, don't even think about getting out alive!"

Fang's scalp was numb now when he heard this voice.

"I can't sit still and wait for death, I must find a way to save myself!" Fang now continues to cheer himself up.

He has been born in two lifetimes, and he thinks he has good logical analysis skills, so he may be able to prove his innocence.

"If you don't want to die, you have to think about it; if you don't want to die, you have to die!"

Fang now simply took off his sticky shirt and wrapped it around the handcuffs. He walked around shirtless in the small cell, thinking hard about countermeasures. The heavy shackles were buckled on his bare feet, making him look like a fallen animal.

Beast in a trap.

Every step he took was heavy, just like his heavy heart.

Reviewing the play over and over again, it was as if there was a pocket watch in my mind, the hands of the watch were ticking and chiming, and my thinking seemed to be urged by the sound of the watch every second.

As his brows twitched, the air in the cell became tense and stiff, and the fire in his chest was burning with intense thinking.

However, the clue is like a cunning loach, always swimming within reach.

No matter how you recall it, he fired the shot that killed the man in the long gown.

He is the murderer!

This is simply a dead end.

My thoughts are always like a mess!

At this moment, the sound of chains being swiped came from the end of the corridor, and then the sound of shuffling shoes came from far and near.

Fang now opened the small window on the iron door and looked out. Under the dim light, a man with bags under his eyes and a haggard look walked over. There was an unpleasant smell of alcohol in the restless air.

The prison guard should be a police officer wearing black leather, but this man is actually wearing a military uniform!

Fang now suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
Chapter completed!