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Chapter 333 Claustrophobia

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    Sean opened the lid, and a smell of mold, mild rancidity, and formalin came up. He glanced at Teresa and whispered softly: "I'm done."

    Teresa also lowered her voice like a thief: "Did the dog get in?"

    Sean naturally understood what Teresa meant by asking. She didn¡¯t mean to ask herself to answer, or to seriously study where the dog went.  But you have to pay attention to yourself. If the dog is really inside, it means that there must be someone underneath. After all, even a specially trained dog will never be able to open this lid.

    He nodded and said: "I'll go down first, and you'll pay attention to the surroundings from above. If possible, you can shoot directly."

    Teresa did not feel angry at his orders as if she had become her superior. Instead, she directly held the gun with both hands, lowered the muzzle, and became seriously vigilant.  This is why Sean is very relieved about her. If it were someone else, even if they were a little arrogant or willful at this moment, Sean would definitely tell them to get out immediately even if it didn't delay things.  He didn't care how big an official the other party was, because it was a matter of life and death.

    He lowered his body, took out the small flashlight that the agent always carried with him from his pocket, and shined it down. He found that the ground below was not low, about four meters high. The ground was all earth, and the walls were  It's the same thing, just with some wooden squares set inside for support.

    He stretched out his body again and looked into the distance, but it was dark inside, filled with dirt and black wooden squares, which absorbed light very much. Even his small flashlight couldn't shine very far, and he could only vaguely see something like this.  It was a small underground corridor, and with my superior judgment, it was at least more than twenty meters away.

    He retracted his body and said: "There is a small corridor inside. It turns a corner and you can't see what is inside. I'll go down and have a look. I'll be back in ten minutes. I suggest you keep in touch with the office."

    Theresa continued to look at the situation around her and said, "I understand." She took out her cell phone and dialed the serial crime team she was responsible for.  Then he put the phone in his pocket, held the gun with both hands, and just used the Bluetooth headset to talk.

    Sean patted Teresa on the butt, then jumped down.  The height of four meters was less than two stories high, but with his physical fitness, it was extremely easy. Moreover, as soon as his feet touched the ground, the ground felt very soft, so it was not difficult at all.

    He held the flashlight in his left hand and shined it forward. He held his large-caliber 1911 in his right hand and put it on his left hand. He didn't move rashly. He quickly observed the surroundings for the first time. After confirming that there was nothing going on, he started to hold on.  Gun stance, walking along the underground corridor.

    Twenty meters is not long, but except for the flashlight light, there is almost no other light, so Sean feels very depressed. When he reaches the end of the corridor, Sean stops and quietly stretches out his small half  Open your face and look inside.

    This seemed to make me suddenly enlightened, because it was too dark before, and the walls and floors inside the corner were made of very light-absorbing soil and black supporting square wood, so there was a faint light coming out ten meters away.  On the contrary, it looked very bright.  It came from the right side about ten meters ahead.

    Sean turned off the flashlight with his thumb, allowing his eyes to fully adapt to the situation below.  Then the general, still holding the gun, walked around the corner and walked toward the light.  He still walked neither fast nor slow, so that he could not make any noise and at the same time maintain full vigilance.

    When he got closer to the second corner, he realized that there was a faint sound of "sss" coming from the weak light on the right side.  Because the sound was too low and intermittent, if it weren't for Sean's super high quality, I might not be able to hear anything at all.

    Still sticking out half of his face and peeking in, he immediately noticed a very dim small lamp on the roof of the shed about fifteen meters in front of him.  That faint light is what it emits.  Due to the angle, he seemed to see several leather pipes buried in the wall, extending all the way to the roof of the shed. It was estimated that these were some kind of facilities such as wires.

    Sean once again held the gun and walked forward. This time he walked slower, trying not to make any noise, because the rustling sound in front became clearer with his footsteps.  Must be more careful.

    The bright part on the side became visible from a wider angle. Starting from a little bit, a dusty table was exposed. It was stained with rust, as if it were a chopping board in a slaughterhouse, but there was nothing else on it.  thing.

    Sean held the gun in one hand and gently held it with his left hand. It was covered with dust. He judged: "No one has come in for a long time. At least this table has not been used by anyone for a long time."

    Just when he thought of this, the frontThere was a loud clang of the iron chain, but the sound was not loud, as if the person moving the iron chain was also cautious, for fear of making any noise.

    Sean tilted his head and looked forward, but the angle was still very small, and there was a bend going in. He admired the person who built this basement very much. With three consecutive bends, he was able to minimize the sound, which was equivalent to  It is a three-channel silencer.

    This time he didn¡¯t take a few steps forward when a cautious voice came from the front: ¡°Can anyone hear me? Help, I¡¯ve been kidnapped. Can anyone hear me? Help, help me.¡±

    The voice was that of a woman. It was very low and maliciously lowered, as if she was afraid of disturbing something. Therefore, Sean became cautious. He was afraid that this thing that women are afraid of would suddenly appear and attack him.  So be more careful with every step you take.

    That's it, Sean turned a corner again, and there were still dim little lights, extending all the way here, but with his observation ability, he could still see clearly that this was a rectangular room with a radius of no more than twenty meters, and the walls were  It's better than the corridor outside, at least it has a layer of cement.  But it is also very old and has cracks in many places.

    There is a small table on the left side, with a small old TV of only a dozen inches on it, but the back cover has been removed, revealing some electronic components inside.  There was an old box radio next to it, but it was also dismantled.  There is a radio station on the other side, with exposed coils, wires, and various electronic components, as if it had just been installed by a repairman with extremely poor skills.

    Next to the table is an iron bed, with the four corners of the bed embedded in the cement underground, and a man who looks to be at most 1.60 meters tall is sitting on the bedside tremblingly, holding a phone with exposed wires in his right hand.  He kept adjusting the FM button on the walkie-talkie with his left hand, which was about to fall off. He lowered his voice in despair and said: "Can anyone hear me? Please save me, save me. I have been kidnapped. Who can  hear?"
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