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Zhong Kui's Diary
In such a situation, any explanation or cry for help is futile. When a person suddenly loses their sight, their body instinctively perceives anything nearby as a threat. When you feel danger and happen to have knives or guns in hand, what do you think will happen next?
Fortunately, I was standing on the outskirts with Fatty. When the gunfire erupted, I pulled Fatty down to the ground, tugged at him, and desperately crawled toward the corner. The parking lot was filled with gunfire, accompanied by piercing screams of those facing death and cries of the injured. In moments of life and death, crying and wailing are human instincts; this is not a movie. In such an environment, many people would wet their pants.
Finally, we crawled to the edge of the wall. I whispered, “Fatty!”
Fatty's voice came from beside me: “Ghost Brother, I'm here!”
“Remember the exit direction? We need to crawl out.”
“Yeah! Ouch…”
“What happened?”
“Nothing, my hand hit something!” Fatty cursed softly. The two of us groped our way toward the exit. In the darkness, Fatty accidentally kicked my face—damn it, that bastard!
The gunfire in the parking lot gradually diminished, and the sounds of hacking became less audible. It seemed that there were not many survivors left. I couldn't care less about that; I occasionally pushed Fatty's rear end to urge him to hurry.
We finally crawled to the curve where vehicles exited. Following the curved path, we made significant progress and turned a big corner. Outside, light streamed in, and I could vaguely see the automatic barrier at the exit.
Thank goodness I finally escaped danger.
“You can get up now; the bullets shouldn't curve!” I straightened up and quietly called out to Fatty.
At that moment, a hard object emerged from the darkness and pressed against my temple. The cold sensation made my whole body tense up. Damn, it's a gun.
I didn't expect there to be an ambush at the exit. Judging by the silent appearance of the person and the gun barrel that showed no sign of trembling, this guy was skilled.
I immediately froze. When a gun is pointed at your head, any sudden movement could trigger the other person to pull the trigger.
"What gang are you from?" A hoarse voice came through, clearly trying to sound threatening by altering its tone.
I forced a bitter smile. "I'm just a passerby, here to buy some soy sauce..."
"Eh? Zheng Nan?" The hoarse voice suddenly changed into a female voice, one that sounded very familiar. The gun barrel moved away from my head, and when I turned to look, a person in black clothes and a black mask removed the mask to reveal a beautiful face. It was Zhao Ting.
Damn, you almost scared me to death.
"How come it's you guys? What's going on inside?" Zhao Ting greeted Fatty and then turned to ask me.
I recounted what had just happened and concluded, "In this situation, there probably won't be many survivors left. All you can do now is call someone to clean up, uh, call someone to collect the bodies."
Zhao Ting shot me a glare. "I'm an undercover agent from the Provincial Department! You think I run the Yangcheng Police Department? The only person I can contact is my superior."
I ignored her and glanced at the parking lot behind us, feeling it wasn't very safe. I signaled for Zhao Ting and Fatty to move to the street. Although the streetlights weren't very bright, compared to the dark parking lot we had just left, this place felt like a well-lit hall.
Zhao Ting called her superior while Fatty made clicking sounds beside her. I turned my head and saw that Fatty was holding something shiny in his hand that looked like a golden Finger Joint.
"What is this? A Golden Finger?" I asked in surprise.
"Didn't I just press something? I picked it up casually, and wow, I didn't expect this thing to be pure gold," Fatty said, holding the Golden Finger and examining it from different angles. "I've struck it rich; this thing weighs several taels. I'm going to melt it down when I get home and make a set of goldware to give to An Ran."
Seeing the Golden Finger at first was astonishing, but then I felt something was off. This thing seemed familiar; I felt like I had seen it somewhere recently.
Where had I seen it? I sorted through my memories and finally recalled that Gu Quan had once shown me a golden hand when he wanted to implant something in me. The finger in front of me looked somewhat like a joint removed from that golden hand.
Thinking of this, it felt like something was trying to break through in my mind, but it always fell just short. This feeling made me quite uncomfortable.
Zhao Ting hung up the phone and glanced at the Golden Finger in Fatty's hand. Without saying anything, she turned to me and said, "Zheng Nan, as you just mentioned, it's obvious someone is instigating things. Those two who shot out the car lights are likely not the main culprits but are definitely involved. I'm sure the previous gang shootout was also incited by someone."
So what? The gangs involved are basically wiped out now; those who aren't dead are on their deathbeds. By the way, wasn't Tian Zhiyong also present? Didn't he notice anything unusual? I shared my doubts with Zhao Ting, who shook her head. "Tian Zhiyong is only responsible for recruiting for the Iron Blood Gang; he didn't participate in the last shootout."
"When I saw him, wasn't he all bruised? Did he fall?" I asked in astonishment.
"That was when Xiao Yuan first regained consciousness; in a dazed state, he beat up Tian Zhiyong," Zhao Ting said with a strange expression on her face.
"This guy really has bad luck! Haha!" Fatty laughed from the side. "Tian Zhiyong should be pretty capable; how did he end up getting beaten like that?"
"Xiao Yuan is from Yasheng and has won the Yasheng Sanda Championship six times in a row. How could Tian Zhiyong possibly be his match? Fortunately, Xiao Yuan had lost too much blood at that time and didn't have much strength; otherwise, Tian Zhiyong would either be dead or crippled," Zhao Ting sighed and then changed the subject. "Let's not dwell on that; we've found that the cause of the gang shootouts is related to the mining veins being tapped into. I believe there's definitely a connection here."
"What do you mean?" I asked, tilting my head to look at her.
"Zheng Nan, Fat Brother, I need you to go check out the Yang Mountain Mine. Every time the vein is opened, there are always disputes between the parties involved, and there must be secrets we don't know about." Zhao Ting's gaze was fixed on me, her expression calm and untainted, as if it were only natural for me to take on this task.
I forced a smile and nodded in agreement. "Seeing as you're the daughter of the department head and still fighting on the front lines, I'll give you this favor." After all, Xiao Yuan couldn't recall the whereabouts of the Fire Spirit Pearl at this time, so I might as well contribute to the country.
After asking about some basic information regarding the mine, the three of us left the scene. As for the aftermath in the parking lot, Zhao Ting had the riot squad and Special Police Unit handle it.
Early the next morning, I was awakened by a knock on the door, and I heard Zhao Ting's voice outside.
Rubbing my eyes, I opened the door to find Zhao Ting holding a huge backpack that was clearly stuffed with items.
"What is this?" I asked, somewhat confused.
"This is for you guys, prepared in case of emergencies in the mine," Zhao Ting said as she handed me the backpack.
I reached out to take it, but when Zhao Ting let go, it suddenly sank down heavily. What on earth? Why is it so heavy? I quickly adjusted my grip and exclaimed, "What’s inside? Why is it so heavy?"
"Iron picks, ropes, flashlights, walkie-talkies—everything you might need. Just in case something happens, these tools will come in handy," Zhao Ting replied. She then pulled out an A4 sheet of paper with some lines drawn on it with a ballpoint pen. "This is a sketch I made. You guys should drive to Big Pit first, get out of the car and walk here, then climb up. This entrance leads to Lion's Hall."
She pointed at various spots on the paper.
"Got it, understood," I said. "But don’t mines have all sorts of facilities? Power cords and cable car tracks—it's all like that on TV. Why do we need to bring these things?" I scratched my head and gestured toward the backpack.
"You know that's just TV. In state-owned gold mines, they have all those facilities; however, in private mines it's not guaranteed. At most you'll get a power cord; forget about tracks—miners carry ore out on their shoulders," Zhao Ting scoffed. "In Sun City and its surrounding areas, dozens die every year in private mines; that's already an open secret."
"I can't believe it's so dangerous and so many people are willing to risk their lives." I couldn't help but sigh. "Perhaps, for villagers in poor areas, death is not scary, but poverty is scary. At least they can use their hard-earned money to get a relatively fair starting point for their next generation. In their eyes, this relatively fair starting point is nothing more than It is to allow the children to finish school..." Zhao Ting At this point, he coughed lightly, stopped going any further, and turned around to leave. I've already agreed to go to the mine, so there's no need to be so sensational, right? Looking at Zhao Ting's back, I shouted and carried my hiking bag into the room. I opened my hiking bag and stuffed all the contents into my Spatial Bag. Originally, I thought that the space of Spatial Bag was only as big as a suitcase. It wasn’t until I was sorting out the space last night that I discovered that this space can be folded. The inside is like a mezzanine in a wallet, divided into more than ten layers. There is a certain amount of space on each floor, and I don’t know why. In a word, at least ten suitcases can be stored in it. With this discovery, I went out overnight to purchase a large number of items, which were nothing more than cigarettes, beer, mineral water, melon seeds, biscuits, instant noodles and the like. Since I was threatened with food by Gu Quan last time, I have learned from the experience and first make sure that I don’t Will starve to death. Of course, I also bought a lot of daily necessities such as a change of clothes. I woke up Fatty and tidied up. I didn’t see Zhao Ting when I went downstairs. I ignored him and went out to have breakfast. I called a car and agreed on the price of going to Big Pit, which was about the same. Half an hour later, we arrived at our destination. Big Pit There is really a big pit in this place. This pit is at the foot of the east mountain of Yang Mountain. The entire Big Pit is in the shape of a bowl. The mouth of the bowl is about a hundred meters in diameter. The surface of the bowl is at the bottom. It's all covered with shrubs, and the depth is not very deep. It's about forty or fifty meters, and there's no water underneath. There must be a drainage outlet, and it may not lead directly to the Underground River. Fatty and I stood next to the Big Pit and sighed for a while, and took a few photos with my phone to prove that I had been here. Turning around and looking up, I saw simple wooden Power Cord poles planted everywhere on the mountain. Every other distance, there was a mine hole, and the Power Cord pole was divided into strips. Power Cord entered the mine hole. , people come in and out of the mine entrance from time to time. No wonder Zhao Ting wants to give me a map. There are so many mines on this mountain. Without a map, I really don’t know which mine is in Lion’s Hall. According to the map given by Zhao Ting, we walked up a road that was not very smooth. After walking for more than an hour, a cave entrance about two people high appeared in front of us. There was no one at the cave entrance, but there was a stone monument standing next to it. , the stone tablet has the three characters Lion's Hall written on it. It seems that this is the destination of our trip, Lion's Den Mine.
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