RNP Chapter 90: The entire courtyard was emptied, a horrific tragedy.
Chapter 90: The entire courtyard was emptied, a horrific tragedy.
The three-wheeled vehicle driver was trembling with nervousness; the zombie-like scene from just moments ago lingered in his mind.
At that moment, he forgot everything except twisting the accelerator. The diesel engine roared loudly, a sound that could be heard several streets away.
The car sped up rapidly, racing along the cobblestone road. The vehicle bounced violently, as if it were about to take off.
The deaf old woman in the back of the truck suffered terribly. Her thin body was jolted up and down.
In addition, she had already suffered severe internal injuries, and her internal organs were almost rotting.
After a few bumps, the deaf old woman began spurting blood from her mouth and nose. She tried to call out, but no sound came out.
Throughout the journey, she felt as if she were undergoing the most severe torture. She cried out to heaven and earth in vain.
The car had driven halfway when she was already on the verge of death. She still had so many things she hadn't said to her eldest son!
She also wanted to tell Yi Zhonghai that no matter how much money it cost, they couldn't let Sha Zhu be sentenced to death.
It's a pity she can't make it.
She never dreamed that her fate would be to die from the turbulence.
The deep truck bed contained her; she couldn't fall out, and she couldn't scream.
What's infuriating is that she remained lucid throughout the entire journey, forced to endure the grueling ordeal of the bumpy ride.
Blood started gushing from her mouth, then from her nose, and finally from her eyes and ears—she was bleeding from all seven orifices!
That wasn't the end of it; with the bumpy ride, even his lower body started bleeding. In short, wherever there was a hole, blood began to flow.
Most importantly, the blood that flowed out was black, like ink, and had a strong, foul stench.
It was so painful; the extreme pain made the deaf old woman wish she were dead, yet she just couldn't die.
Finally, the three-wheeled vehicle arrived at Hongxing Police Station. The driver stopped the vehicle and scrambled into the station's gate.
"Help! Someone help! Help me!"
The tricycle driver shouted loudly.
The old gatekeeper rushed out.
Numerous police officers also ran out of the Red Star Police Station.
"What's wrong with you, old man?"
The old gatekeeper rushed up and grabbed the tricycle driver.
"Hurry, hurry, help! There are so many dead people in that courtyard, no, no, no, mass poisoning, mass poisoning, hundreds of people..."
The three-wheeled vehicle driver screamed incoherently, his whole body trembling.
Soon, Deputy Director Zhang and Lu Wanshan both ran out.
Lu Wanshan ran forward and helped the three-wheeled vehicle driver.
"Master, where was the mass poisoning? Explain clearly, explain clearly!"
The tricycle driver said, "I don't know, I don't know. It was just a courtyard where they were eating, and then they all collapsed and started foaming at the mouth!"
You can't blame him; he genuinely didn't know the place was called Courtyard No. 95, and even if he did, he couldn't remember. His mind was completely blank!
"Then what are we waiting for? Quick, get in the car, take us to..."
"Okay, okay..."
There weren't many cars at the Hongxing Police Station, so many police officers were assigned to prepare to take three-wheeled vehicles there.
However, when the police officers were about to get into the car, they looked into the trunk...
"My God, it's a ghost..."
One of the policemen shuddered, took a few steps back, and sat down hard on the ground.
The other police officers, upon seeing this, were also so frightened that they retreated repeatedly.
"What happened?"
Lu Wanshan also ran up and looked into the truck bed.
Gaa...
Lu Wanshan also took two steps back, almost vomiting.
What is this thing? It's disgusting.
A person with black, foul-smelling blood flowing from all seven orifices, and it was flowing all over their head and face—it was terrifying.
At this moment, the three-wheeled vehicle driver finally realized what was happening. He ran to the back and was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
"Oh my god, how could I forget? There's someone in the back of the truck!"
The tricycle driver sat there slapping his thigh, filled with regret. If he were to be charged with murder because of this, he would be in deep trouble.
The forensic doctor came out very quickly.
There was no way around it; ordinary police officers simply didn't dare approach. It was too disgusting.
The forensic doctor, suppressing his nausea, went up to examine the patient.
Finally, they regretfully announced: "There's no need to send him to the hospital. Although he's not dead, there's no chance of saving him."
The deaf old woman was still conscious, but she couldn't utter a single word.
At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind: What kind of mess have I, Long Xiaoni, made?
This must be one of the most painful ways for a human to die, right? It's even more painful than being sliced to pieces or subjected to slow slicing.
Most importantly, she just couldn't die. And no one dared to help her kill her, so she could only suffer endless pain until she died.
The police officers thought this was bad enough. Little did they know that when they arrived at courtyard house number 95, they would truly understand what utter devastation meant.
Of the hundreds of people in the courtyard, not a single one was standing, except for Yi Zhonghai.
They were all foaming at the mouth, lying on the ground clutching their stomachs, groaning weakly.
Some of those who ate a lot are now vomiting and having diarrhea, with both feces and urine flowing freely.
For example, Yan Bugui was one of the most miserable at that moment. He was curled up there, clutching his stomach, spitting something out of his mouth and genitals, too painful to utter a single word.
Qin Huairu crawled to the side of Bang Geng's coffin, leaned against it, foaming at the mouth, and kept saying, "I was wrong, I was wrong..."
Huaihua and Xiaodang, sitting on either side of her, had already stopped crying.
At this moment, Qin Huairu truly realized her mistake. She could guess that this was definitely Lao Mo's revenge.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Her only wish in this life was to raise these children and continue the Jia family line.
They were on the verge of success when, unexpectedly, one wrong move led to the utter destruction of the Jia family, resulting in the complete annihilation of the entire clan.
In fact, given Qin Huairu's personality, it was simply that the original drama was too idealized. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had such a bad ending.
How could a normal person possibly survive by exploiting others? And how could they possibly become the ultimate winner by scheming against others? This kind of thinking is fundamentally flawed.
too late.
Qin Huairu's only wish now is to be buried with her children. Unfortunately, this wish is destined to remain unfulfilled.
Her final fate will be to be cremated, and then, like Liu Xiuxiu, disposed of as unclaimed. Ultimately, her ashes will be scattered.
Lu Wanshan led the police officers in, his legs trembling. A stench of feces filled the air, making one feel nauseous.
The young police officers couldn't hold it in any longer and ran to the side to vomit.
At this moment, Yi Zhonghai sat by the door, his eyes glazed over, his body ice-cold, shivering.
He didn't even have time to pay attention to the police officers who walked in.