Chapter 210: Guess what’s in that box? …
"What is this?" Yan Haifeng suddenly turned his head and looked at him sternly.
Feng Shiyou's lips moved for a moment, and he hesitated for a long time: "This, this——"
Without waiting for him to speak, Shen Qingye took the lead and stepped into the downward stairs, followed closely by Yue Lingchuan.
Yan Haifeng's brows were gloomy. He signaled Xiao Wu with his eyes. After Xiao Ma controlled the man, he also followed.
The passage was very narrow, only able to accommodate about one and a half people. Fortunately, there seemed to be a light below, and the passage was dim, so people could barely see things.
Shen Qingye walked carefully to the bottom, looked up, and his breath caught.
The basement is not small in size, but it is skimpy on lighting. There are only two low-wattage incandescent lamps hanging on the wall in the spacious space, making the entire basement extremely dim.
It was empty inside, with little furniture or supplies. As far as the eye could see, there were only beds made of straw, on which were simply placed a straw mat and a set of tattered thin blankets.
On the bedding were children, about five or six years old, with empty expressions and dead eyes.
When the children heard the noise of them coming down, they couldn't help but tremble, and some even quietly curled themselves up under the quilt to try to protect themselves. Most of them showed no reaction and just sat there motionless.
"What is this?" Xiao Wu said hoarsely, staring at Feng Shiyou intently: "Didn't you say that there are only 23 children in your orphanage? Then what's going on with these 20 or so children?"
Feng Shiyou had a sad face: "I, I, I, I don't know!"
"Comrade police, I don't know, I really don't know!"
Xiao Ma sneered, "Your orphanage, the mechanism in your woodshed, you tell me you don't know?!"
Feng Shiyou kept shivering and was extremely panicked. He never expected that the seemingly fragile female police officer would be so decisive and quick to discover this place right away.
There was dead silence in the basement. Yue Lingchuan looked at the marks on the children's bodies with a frown on his face. Then he seemed to have discovered something wrong, his expression suddenly changed, he rushed forward, lifted a quilt, revealing the child who was hidden tightly inside.
I reached out and touched it, and it was incredibly hot!
Yue Lingchuan turned back suddenly: "Call an ambulance!"
Everyone was shocked and rushed forward, only to see that the child inside had an incredibly red cheek, his eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes were trembling, but his expression was still uneasy, as if he was being tortured in his dream.
Xiao Ma quickly called 120, and Shen Qingye, Yan Haifeng and others checked the children hiding in the quilts one by one and found that most of them had fever. Moreover, they are all unconscious. If they continue to burn, their lives may be in danger.
The basement suddenly became chaotic. Some children who were still sober looked at them busying around in confusion, passing the children upstairs in relays, hugging themselves and trembling, wondering if it would be their turn next.
What awaits them? Will it be a more cruel treatment than before?
These children, whose average age is five or six years old but who have experienced things that ordinary people will never experience in their entire lives, don’t know this.
When they have a fever, they feel cold, and those children have no choice but to wrap themselves tightly in the quilt. Shen Qingye lifted the quilts one by one and tested the children's foreheads one by one. Those with abnormal body temperature were handed over to Xiao Ma and Xiao Wu, and they were asked to send these children to the hospital as soon as possible.
When Shen Qingye lifted up the quilt again, he suddenly stopped.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she slowly probed the curled-up child's nostrils. She waited for a long time without giving up, but still did not feel the slightly warm breeze.
Shen Qingye's hand unconsciously fell on his cheek, which was still warm.
She closed her eyes tightly.
If they had come earlier, if they had come earlier...
Yue Lingchuan noticed something unusual here and was about to come over, but Shen Qingye had already opened his eyes and calmed down.
He paused, then turned around and started working again.
There are twenty-seven children in total, even more than the ones above.
The children were vaguely divided into two groups. One group was covered with various marks and wounds, and some had fevers or were in low spirits. The other group was relatively better, with no marks on their exposed skin, but they were also very cautious, watching their movements like frightened birds.
When Shen Qingye picked them up, he felt that their bodies were very stiff. One of the children had shrunk his head and his lips were moving slowly. Only when she got closer did she hear, "Don't hit me, don't hit me."
She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, gently touched her head, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I won't hit you, I'm a policeman, I'm a policeman, I'm here to save you."
The child seemed to be deaf and continued to mutter and shiver.
The gloom between Shen Qingye's eyebrows became increasingly cold.
Xiao Ma quickly took the child over, and Shen Qingye turned around and sent the other children over one by one. When she reached the blanket in the corner, she skillfully opened it and raised her hand to touch the child's forehead.
It's hot to the touch.
The child's hair was disheveled, his forehead was wet, and his whole body was still shaking and he was crying out because of the cold.
Shen Qingye knew that his high fever could not be delayed any longer, so she wrapped him in a quilt and was about to pick him up, but when she saw his face, she paused.
"Qi Jiayuan?" She asked tentatively, and the child's eyelashes trembled, as if in response.
"Qi Jiayuan? Qi Jiayuan!" Shen Qingye called out several times and carried him out: "Don't sleep, open your eyes and look at me, okay?"
"Qi Jiayuan, you can't sleep. Hold on for a while. You'll be fine once we get to the hospital..."
The child's eyelashes trembled and struggled. He opened his eyes a little, looking at the anxiously shaking face in front of him. His lips opened and closed, and he murmured, "Mom..."
Shen Qingye paused, looked at the confused child in her arms, and softened her voice: "Yes, I am the mother."
She quickened her pace and walked out: "Xiaoyuan, don't go to sleep yet, can you stay with mom and talk for a while?"
Qi Jiayuan's eyelashes trembled tiredly: "Xiaoyuan..."
"I'm Xiaoyuan, not Xiaoan..."
"I am Xiaoyuan..."
“…”
By the time all the children were sent upstairs, the ambulance had not arrived yet, but the local police had already arrived first. Xiao Ma made all the arrangements. When Shen Qingye sent the last child out, he asked some of the people to take the children to the hospital first and meet the ambulance on the way.
Some of the children were so feverish that they were confused, and not even a minute could be wasted.
Another group of people went to Feng Shiyou's office to search - if their dealings involved money transactions, there would be no way that no traces would be left. But they have searched Chai Gui's place, and given the other party's fearless attitude, the chances of the things being there are low, so it is very likely that they are here.
Only when they saw the police car carrying the child speeding away from the area with its sirens blaring did everyone's tense nerves relax a little.
Xiao Ma suddenly turned his head, grabbed Feng Shiyou, who was handcuffed to the side, by the collar, and said angrily: "Those children have a fever, don't you know?"
At this point, Feng Shiyou was still stubborn and looked innocent: "Comrade police, I don't know, I really don't know anything!"
Xiao Ma couldn't stand it anymore and punched him in the stomach: "You don't know? The person is right here, right under your nose, and you tell me you don't know?!"
Feng Shiyou groaned in pain, and cold sweat broke out. However, he acted like a scoundrel and forced a smile: "Comrade police, what is this? A confession under torture?"
He snorted, "I just don't know. Even if you guys say this, I still don't know."
Everyone looked gloomy. Xiao Ma gritted his teeth in anger. Just as he was about to say something else, he suddenly heard a surprised voice from the backyard:
"Boss Yan, we found a metal box in Feng Shiyou's office!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Feng Shiyou's face suddenly changed before he even saw the person coming.
Shen Qingye narrowed his eyes: "Why? So nervous?"
"What's in that box?"
Feng Shiyou pulled up the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to laugh, but when he saw two young policemen trotting over with a suitcase in their hands, he couldn't laugh at all.
Yan Haifeng smiled instantly, reached out to take the iron box, felt its heavy weight, and raised his eyebrows: "Good boy, you did a good job. Where did you find it?"
The young policeman chuckled and scratched his head. "When we first came here, we heard that there was a basement here, so we wondered if he had installed some kind of mechanism in the office and hid important things in it. We fumbled around in the office, and this guy—" He pushed the shyly smiling policeman beside him, "He's always lucky. He fumbled around, and finally found a wall tile in the bathroom of his office. He pressed it with a little force, and the surrounding wall tiles shrank inward, revealing a small hole, and we found the box in that hole."
Yan Haifeng patted him on the shoulder, his expression of joy evident: "Well done!"
As he spoke, he lowered his eyes to look at Feng Shiyou, and knocked on the metal box nonchalantly with one hand, saying, "Looking at you, this thing must be very important to you, right? Let me guess what's inside?"
"It's so heavy, there must be a lot of gold in it... at least ten pounds, right?"
Feng Shiyou's eyelids twitched, and Yan Haifeng became even more pleased when he saw this: "Besides gold, what else is there?"
"A detailed list of transactions between you? A record of the people you dealt with? Or an invoice?"
"Feng Shiyou, the stuff is in our hands now. A combination lock is useless. If I want to open it, it will only take a few minutes."
He looked down at her: "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?"
Feng Shiyou looked up and stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled:
"I gave them antipyretics, but they couldn't get over it on their own. What can I do?"
Shen Qingye was stunned at first, then realized that he was answering Xiao Ma's question just now. But after I realized what was going on, I became even angrier.
For a child that young, with a high fever, is it enough to just give him a simple fever-reducing pill?
If the child is lucky enough, he may survive; but if the child is in poor health...
Just like the one she had just seen.
The hand hanging at his side clenched into a fist. Xiao Ma couldn't help but punch him again: "Beast!"
Feng Shiyou hissed and said, enduring the pain: "Police comrade, this is considered private torture, isn't it? This is against the rules, isn't it?"
Xiao Ma said coldly: "Don't worry, I have plenty of ways to deal with scum like you. I guarantee that you will be in so much pain that even the hospital won't be able to find any wounds!"
Shen Qingye took a step forward, his face calm and cold: "So, where did you bury those children who were tortured to death by you?"
Feng Shiyou took a breath and eased the pain. Then he raised his eyelids and looked at the policewoman who had ruined his plan. He sneered and said, "Officer, do you want to know?"
"Guess."
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