Detective: I, Cao Jianjun, started by arresting my brother-in-law.

A signboard leans askew amidst the weeds at the entrance.

The words "Jingang South Freight Station" are faintly visible on the surface.

Before long, three to five Jinbei minivans came from three different directions, and at three different times.

After the vans entered the freight station, the doors opened, and men wearing black T-shirts filed out.

Followed by.

Li Chengyang appeared.

The tall man, over 1.8 meters tall, wearing sunglasses and with a pistol at his waist, silently began directing his men as soon as he got out of the car.

Twenty or thirty men in black dragged Wang Zhige and the five or six masked men who had kidnapped him out of the car.

According to the plan, the seven people were to be separated and placed in seven different containers.

"Yangyang..."

Dajiang, who had already changed into a black T-shirt, was among them, frowning as he approached.

"Why are you bringing people here? Won't that violate regulations?"

"Violate my ass."

Li Chengyang looked at the time on his phone, braving the scorching sun: "He Yong is the captain of the criminal investigation team, and these are all officers from the criminal investigation team. Is it a violation of discipline for the police to arrest people?"

Dajiang felt somewhat wronged.

He was just an auxiliary police officer; he used to work as a henchman for Li Chengyang in the Xinshuai Group.

Only after becoming a police officer did I learn about all sorts of rules and regulations.

"Now what?"

Dajiang was still somewhat bewildered.

"Tell Brothers 243 to get into the car and rest after locking the man up. It's too hot today."

As he spoke, Li Chengyang took off his sunglasses, turned around, and got into the van.

Including Wang Zhige, the seven criminals were locked in a metal container, and all the men in black left immediately.

As noon approached, the sun hung high in the sky.

The scorching temperature, coupled with the incessant chirping of cicadas in the grass, became the most unbearable punishment for this abandoned freight station.

Li Chengyang watched as the high temperature gradually reached 38 or 39 degrees Celsius, and the ground temperature even reached 50 or 60 degrees Celsius.

Sitting inside the van.

The group turned on the tablets they had prepared beforehand, which displayed the surveillance footage of the seven containers.

The camera zooms in.

Inside the container.

The scorching heat baked the sheet metal, and the internal temperature rose higher and higher as it continued to be roasted.

Wang Zhige, still wearing a white shirt, long trousers, and big leather shoes, was already drenched in sweat within five minutes of sitting down.

A suffocating, stifling heat hit me; it felt like there was almost no oxygen left in the air.

gradually.

Wang Zhige is on the verge of collapse.

He kept swallowing, licking his lips, and unbuttoned his collar, shaking his neck uncomfortably.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead, and in just a few moments, he looked as if he had taken a bath.

One minute, two minutes... five minutes passed.

Wang Zhige felt increasingly dizzy and his consciousness began to blur.

Looking up, I noticed a wall fan hanging in the corner of the container.

however.

The wall fan is closed.

This is even more dangerous.

Is anyone there?

Wang Zhige's breathing became rapid, his nostrils could no longer meet the normal breathing cycle, and he kept opening his mouth to exhale deeply.

My clothes were soaked through and sticky, and the stuffy air made it even more unbearable.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

Wang Zhige raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and he saw the surveillance camera above him.

Tilting his head, looking to the side, he continued shouting at the top of his lungs.

"What the hell do you want with me? Talk to me!"

The only sound in the air was the chirping of cicadas outside the metal container, rising and falling, extremely noisy.

Prolonged sweating caused Wang Zhige to begin showing symptoms of heatstroke and dehydration.

"Is there anyone?"

After shouting for several minutes, Wang Zhige was getting tired.

His upper body, which was sitting in the chair, began to slump and lean outwards.

Sweat dripped down his hair and onto the ground, only to evaporate quickly.

at the same time.

The other criminals in the other six containers weren't much better off; the worst-hit ones had already begun to fall into a coma.

Inside the van, Li Chengyang and the others were enjoying the air conditioning, licking popsicles, and watching the surveillance video with great interest.

"Yangyang, shouldn't we go now?"

Dajiang was a little worried.

"Go, water them."

Li Chengyang grinned mischievously, opened the car door, and got out.

More than twenty men in black followed, filing out of different vehicles, each carrying a pre-prepared water gun. When turned on, a powerful jet of water suddenly sprayed out.

Under the glaring sunlight, at noon, a curtain of water cascaded down from the sky, splashing onto the seven shipping containers.

　(aefc) In an instant.

The temperature of the container then dropped.

Water droplets seeped through the cracks and crevices of the container and dripped into the container, bringing a glimmer of hope to Wang Zhige and the others who were on the verge of fainting.

Is there water now?

One by one, everyone suddenly perked up, opened their mouths, stuck out their tongues, and licked the dripping water droplets with relish.

My throat, which was so dry it felt like it was on fire, finally got some relief.

Although the water was warm, it finally allowed them to catch their breath.

just.

Just as the seven people were eagerly drinking the water, the water guns outside were turned off.

Under the scorching heat, the moisture on the seven containers was quickly evaporated, instantly turning the place into a sauna.

Wang Zhige and the others realized that the water they had just received was not meant to relieve their discomfort.

Instead, it was his mother who heated it up.

Isn't this what taking a sauna is all about? When you feel the temperature getting low, you add some water to the coal, and the sauna temperature instantly rises.

Now, seven shipping containers are enjoying this treatment.

Wang Zhige couldn't take it anymore; he was completely broken down.

He clenched his fist and slammed it against the metal chair partition in front of him, glaring at the security camera.

"What the hell do you want? Say something! Is anyone here?"

"Oh dear! Oh dear, what a temper..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Zhige's container door opened.

Li Chengyang held a bag of snow lotus ice cubes in one hand, poked them with a toothpick in the other, stuffed them into his mouth, and sucked on them with slurping sounds.

See this.

Wang Zhige instinctively licked his lips, his eyes fixed on the ice.

He wants to eat it, he fucking wants to eat it.

"What's your name?"

As soon as Li Chengyang came in, someone immediately brought a chair and shoved it under his buttocks.

Li Chengyang sat down in front of Wang Zhige naturally, leaned back, and crossed his legs.