novel-bin Chapter 49 Digging Graves
Chapter 49 Digging Graves
After entering the playground, the three of them lowered their heads and began searching for the marks that Lizzie had made in advance.
The marker is a small patch of land where the grass has been pulled out, and it is shaped like a triangle.
"Found it, it's here with me," Ron shouted, waving to the other two.
The two of them jogged over.
"Let's get started," Old Zeng said, rolling up his sleeves and quickly starting to dig.
The three of them took turns digging, each putting in their own effort. Meanwhile, Lizzie, sitting in front of the screen, also began to get nervous.
Having practiced operating the monitoring equipment, she can now easily switch perspectives to observe the progress of the three people while remaining wary of the prison guards sitting next to her.
During their work hours, they don't just sit still.
The other people got along well; they would chat when they were bored, and stand up and walk around when they got tired of sitting.
This also added considerable difficulty to Lizzie's work, as she was at risk of being spied on at any time.
Lizzie glanced at her watch; it was already 2 a.m., more than two hours after the three of them started digging the grave.
In the surveillance footage, Ron and the junior guard were now standing in a pit.
"Why is this pit so deep? We've dug a meter already, and we still haven't reached the bottom!"
The young prison guard shoveled the shovel into the ground, put his hands on his hips, panted heavily, his uniform soaked with sweat, and his face full of impatient complaints.
Old Zeng reached out and pulled him out of the pit, picked up the shovel and continued digging. Without looking up, he said to Ron, "Brother Ron, take a break if you're tired. I can manage on my own."
"I'm fine."
Ron wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his hands still moving. "They buried them in a hurry, so the remains can't be buried too deep."
The two continued digging, and when they reached about 1.5 meters, Ron suddenly felt a strange sensation in his shovel—it was no longer soft soil, but hard bone.
He immediately threw away the shovel and dug through the soil with his bare hands. A moment later, a yellowish-gray, bowl-shaped object was unearthed.
Old Zeng stepped forward, took it, examined it several times, and said with certainty:
"There are bone sutures on this; it's definitely a skull."
After saying that, he threw two shovels to the junior prison guard, "Don't use tools, dig with your bare hands, don't damage the remains."
The three had a clear division of labor: Lao Zeng and Ron dug through the debris with their bare hands, while the young prison guard stood guard on the side.
Before long, a mangled skeleton was exposed to the sunlight, its bones long since collapsed and scattered.
Ron subconsciously pinched his nose, squatted down to try to remove the clothes from the wreckage, but was stopped by Old Zeng.
"Use a twig, don't touch it directly."
Old Zeng called out to the young prison guard, asking him to find two thick tree branches. The two of them carefully used the branches to lift up the tattered prison guard uniform.
There was a piece of black cloth stuck to the back of the uniform.
Old Zeng lifted the fabric and turned it over. When he saw the three numbers "009" embroidered on the chest, his eyes widened suddenly.
"It seems that when they disposed of the body back then, they even hid these clothes along with it," Ron said in a deep voice.
"Then we should return it to its rightful owner." Old Zeng's lips curled slightly, and a calculating glint flashed in his eyes, clearly indicating that he already had a plan.
He took off his coat, carefully wrapped the pieces of the black prison uniform aside, and then, together with Ron, began searching for the ring around the wreckage.
A moment later, Ron felt a cold, hard object a few centimeters below a thigh bone.
He carefully dug it out, wiped away the surface dirt, and a gold ring was revealed—the inlay pattern on the ring was similar to the ring he had found before.
"Brother Luo, stop your research for now and head back."
Old Zeng stepped forward to interrupt him. Although the playground was bathed in sunlight, he inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine. "Something's not right here. Things could get complicated if this goes on for too long."
"Okay, I have an idea in mind, I'll go back and verify it."
Ron nodded and told the junior guard to pull the two men into the pit one by one, and then the three of them quickly filled it with soil.
During this time, Old Zeng found a thin black cord, strung the rings together to make a necklace, and tied it around Ron's neck, saying, "Wear it close to your body, don't lose it."
The grave pit was completely filled in, and tonight's task of digging up the corpse was finally completed. The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense nerves relaxed a little.
In the monitoring room not far away, Lizzie watched the three figures on the screen, her clenched hands finally relaxing. But her pupils trembled, her gaze fixed on the three departing figures, her expression complex and unreadable.
On the playground, the three of them walked briskly along the edge towards the gate they had entered through, with Lao Zeng taking the lead and bringing up the rear.
After successfully passing through two gates, just as the last gate was about to close, Lao Zeng subconsciously looked back at the sun-drenched playground.
The thought that everything would be over tomorrow brought a rare hint of lightness to his stubble-covered face.
But this lighthearted feeling was fleeting. A glimpse of a figure in his line of sight made his heart skip a beat, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Not far away, a man in a tattered police uniform was staring intently in their direction.
The messy, dull blond hair, illuminated by the sunlight, exuded a chilling aura, making Old Zeng's throat tighten and his back go cold.
He didn't dare look any longer and turned around abruptly, but the next second, an even more horrifying scene came into view—behind Ron, a small red dot was constantly moving; it was the scope of a sniper rifle!
"Get out of the way!" Old Zeng roared, his voice filled with anxiety and fear.
Ron turned around at the sound, but before he could react to what was happening, he was shoved away by a tremendous force.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, blood splattered all over Ron's face. The warm liquid sprayed into his eyes, blurring his vision and staining everything around him red.
The alarm suddenly blared, sweeping in from all directions. The piercing sound made Ron's ears ring and his mind go blank.
He shakily got to his feet, staring blankly at Old Zeng lying in a pool of blood.
The person who was digging up corpses and discussing plans with him just a second ago now has half his head blown off and is already dead.
"We've been exposed! How could we have been exposed!"
The young prison guard completely panicked. His hands trembled as he drew his sidearm from his waist, pointing it at Ron without hesitation. His eyes were crazed, and he had completely lost his mind.
"I'm sorry, I need to live! I have no choice but to hand you over!"
Ron was still reeling from the news of Old Zeng's death. He looked at the deranged young prison guard and was about to tell him to calm down when he suddenly felt a chill down his back and instinctively collapsed to the ground.
Another whooshing sound cut through the air overhead, followed by a muffled thud and the sticky sound of flesh tearing apart.
"ah--!"
The young prison guard's scream pierced the air. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his bleeding leg, his body curled up in a ball, convulsing in agony.