Police officer Chen Shu.

It was buried in the ground for more than a month.

The rainy season in northern Myanmar has just ended. In the past month, the soil has been soaked by rain and dried by the sun, and then soaked again, over and over again. The bodies inside have long since decomposed beyond recognition.

Besides the flies swarming up as the soil is turned over, rushing straight to your face and the stench that gnaws down your throat, the maggots clinging to the cracks in the soil, their fat bodies twisting and piling up densely, are also a very stimulating challenge to the human senses.

Xiao Wang has really had a tough time.

One shovel, two shovels, three shovels...

Xiao Wang was inexperienced and soon became breathless from exhaustion. However, the young man was quite determined and did not ask for help from others. He gritted his teeth and did it all by himself, displaying a fighting spirit that far exceeded Chen Shu's expectations.

Don't think this job is easy. In reality, for young people who have been working in government agencies since graduation, especially those at the provincial or municipal level, who are used to being praised and flattered every day, working on the front lines is extremely difficult.

Work ability is not as important as you might think; attitude and practice are the foundation of all work.

It was precisely because of this that Xiao Wang received Chen Shu's affirmation at this moment, after all his journey.

chapped.

When the shovel reached a depth of about half a meter, it hit a hard object and made a dull sound.

"Got it."

Xiao Wang squatted down and started digging in the dirt with his hands. Chen Shu and Zhu Yiba also joined in. Zhu Yiba even held a flashlight in his mouth, shining the light on the ground. The three of them squatted in a circle and dug together in the maggot-infested soil.

The first thing to be revealed was a section of arm, the skin of which had turned dark brown. The three of them remained silent, quietly changing their angle and starting to flip the body down from the side. Soon, the general outline of the entire corpse was revealed.

Numerous white maggots were crawling around, but it didn't bother them. Xiao Wang reached out and cleaned the dust and maggots off the corpse's face. The facial tissues on the corpse had decomposed and dissolved, and the features were swollen and deformed, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was a man or a woman.

Chen Shu remained noncommittal and said, "Keep digging and see how many corpses we have."

An hour later, the four bodies were neatly laid out on the ground. Except for the first body that was dug out, the other three were put into snakeskin bags. The opening of the bags was repeatedly wrapped with rope and tied into a tight knot, a skillful method.

It's possible that the number of deaths just happened to match the number of police officers killed, but according to Li Xia, the four dead were four Chinese police officers who had infiltrated the area to investigate.

Xiao Wang stuck the shovel upright in the soil, supporting it with both hands, and said, "According to Li Xia, if someone is to kill someone in the park, such as catching those piglets that have escaped from the park, their hands and feet are cut off, and they are thrown alive into the pigsty behind the kitchen to be used as feed for the adult pigs. This way, it can both intimidate others and fatten up the pigs."

Zhu Yiba asked, "While this method of disposal is a bit cruel, it's certainly clean. If that's the case, why didn't they throw those four policemen into the pigsty as well?"

Xiao Wang continued, "Li Xia said that on the day of the incident, all the pigs in their company had collapsed and were no longer manageable, so the boss was preparing to sell them off. On the way to another industrial park, four people jumped out, shouting that they were police officers, and then they got into a fight with the company's thugs. They were shot dead on the spot, so they were buried here."

"Oh, who is this boss calling?"

"Wu Shengli".

"Do you have personnel information? Do you have photos?"

"No, I only knew there was such a person."

Chen Shu squatted on the ground and roughly examined the four bodies in order. As he examined them, he speculated, "They all have gunshot wounds. All four of them have bullet marks in their heads, fatal wounds in their chests, and wounds in their stomachs and thighs. If these four were just victims who decided to escape on a whim, they wouldn't have been shot so many times."

As he spoke, Chen Shu found a photo on a thin man. He wiped the photo clean with his thumb and handed it to Xiao Wang: "Take a look, isn't this the missing policeman you've been looking for?"

Xiao Wang had been mentally prepared along the way, and after receiving Li Xia's clues, he was fairly certain that the four people had been murdered. However, when he actually confirmed the identities of the victims from the photos in his hand, a sudden feeling of unease welled up in his heart.

"They look a bit alike, it could be him, Liu Jianjun."

Xiao Wang's voice trembled slightly; he couldn't tell if it was from the excitement of finding the bodies or some other emotion: "It seems they really are dead. This clue was provided by Li Xia, so his identification of the murderer should be accurate."

"Do you know the names of those thugs?" Zhu Yiba didn't recognize the four policemen who had died, nor had he ever heard their names before, but he was making wild guesses in his mind, wondering if it was Zorro who had loosened his grip.

"The leader is their security team captain, nicknamed Big Dog, who is Wu Shengli's nephew. The one who fired the shot should be their business manager, Li Song, whose distinguishing feature is that he is bald, and his nickname is... what was it again? Let me think, wait, let me think... right, his nickname is Zorro Song."

With a loud bang.

Zhu Yiba felt as if his heart had been blown apart by a cannonball. It was fate.

"Chen Da, what's next?" Xiao Wang, inexperienced, asked Chen Shu. "Should we take these four bodies back to the port to double-check? Or should we contact Wang Yan and have her contact the embassy to send someone to pick us up?"

"No need." Chen Shu quickly ran to the upwind side and looked down the mountain. He saw dozens or even hundreds of beams of light appearing in the woods at the foot of the mountain, sweeping up the slope from the side road on the park side. This was followed by barking dogs, and not just one or two.

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"It should be Angsuo's troops." Zhu Yiba smiled. His previously tense nerves relaxed at this moment, which he found amazing.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Zhu Yiba quickly ran to Chen Shu's side, staring down at the foot of the mountain. After listening for a while, he judged, "They should be divided into seven or eight groups, five people and a dog in each group, going in three directions. Unless they're too incompetent, they'll find us sooner or later. They're not like those special police in Mandalay who treat their guns like decorations. Chen Da, I suggest we avoid a direct confrontation."

Chen Shu nodded in agreement.

"Then...then what about these...the people?" Xiao Wang misunderstood Zhu Yiba's meaning, thinking they were going to leave. Pointing to the four corpses on the ground, Xiao Wang asked, "Are we just going to leave them here and run away?"

Chen Shu squinted, calculating the speed at which the troops were advancing down the mountain. Without turning his head, he quickly gave orders: "Zhu Yiba, go and cut off some flesh. Keep it for DNA testing when you get back. Xiao Wang, immediately take photos and videos of the scene and record everything you can."

After waiting a while, Chen Shu didn't hear any footsteps. He turned around and saw Zhu Yiba standing motionless beside him, looking at him with unwavering eyes. Chen Shu's heart skipped a beat; he knew something was about to happen.

"Chen Da, I'm not leaving."

Zhu Yiba's voice was low as he thought that fate had arranged for him to return to northern Myanmar. After meeting the four policemen who had died in the line of duty, he became even more certain that there was a high probability that his old acquaintances would be among the troops of Aung Soe Ling who were coming down the mountain.

This is destiny.

He took a deep breath and pulled out a folding dagger with a gleaming handle. This dagger wasn't issued by the military; it was a birthday gift from his squad leader when he was serving.

Suddenly, he remembered Little Fatty again. That guy loved to flatter people. He was obviously fake, but he never got tired of it. He was always smiling and never serious, and he wouldn't listen to anything you said.

Zhu Yiba's lips unconsciously curled up as he thought to himself while pushing the blade away with his thumb.

In the darkness, under the moonlight, the blade gleamed brightly.

I like Policeman Chen Shu.