In this compartment, only Feng Chuan was going to get off the bus in Yancheng. The other four were sleeping so hard. Last time, one of his arms was hanging down when Li Mingyuan slept. Feng Chuan remembered what happened at Yancheng Funeral Home. At that time, Li Mingyuan's arm was also hanging like this. Was the pinhole at the wrist of the body left on the train?

Feng Chuan tried to have enough, imagine that he was holding a needle tube, and it would be very difficult to pierce the tip of the needle into the drooping arm vein.

In order to find the secret of the disappearing September 8th, Feng Chuan chose the same walking route and the same exit as last time, and the same car door and the same exit. This time the ticket inspector checked his ticket. Feng Chuan thought that if the ticket inspector did the same last time, he might be closer to the truth.

The square outside Yancheng Station is empty, the dumpling shop in the corner is still open, and there are still taxis waiting for passengers on the roadside, as if there is no difference from the last time. But Feng Chuan always feels something is wrong, so he looks up and down, and looks left and right. When his eyes fall on the horse sculpture in the middle of the square, Feng Chuan suddenly freezes.

In the center of the square, a horse stood upright in the hazy night. The horse carried a blocky object on its back, and its color was very different from that of the horse itself.

Feng Chuan looked upwards and changed several angles to confirm that there was really an object riding on the back of a horse. And if the guess is right, it should be an individual!

As an iconic sculpture in Yancheng Station Square, the copper horse stands tall and stands tall. Feng Chuan roughly estimated that it is about ten floors from the ground to the horse's back. How easy is it to climb up?

Walking around the bottom of the sculpture, Feng Chuan confirmed that it was an independent sculpture with no attachments around it. The lower half of the sculpture was a not very regular rectangle (about four-fifths of the overall height of the sculpture), and the upper half was the horse jumping up in the air. The sculpture itself was very smooth. Even if there was a top expert in the rock climbing world, there was no point of focus.

How did the person on the horse's back climb up? Who would have been full and climbed onto the horse's back early in the morning? Did he cause a sensation to appeal? Or was it not a living person on the horse's back but a cold corpse? One question after another surged in Feng Chuan's mind. He looked at the person on the horse's back and slowly took out his cell phone.

A woman passing by asked Feng Chuan what he was looking at. Feng Chuan pointed at the horse's back. The woman screamed as soon as she raised her eyes, shouting and shouting: Who is he? Why is he doing so high? He is not wearing clothes yet...

The woman's scream made the passing crowd stop, and even the nearby shop owner and taxi driver ran over. Everyone gathered under the sculpture and pointed. Someone shouted that the person on the horse was about to come down quickly, but there was no echo above his head.

The situation was serious. Feng Chuan, a policeman, called 110 to call the police. After the phone was connected, there was a strong voice from a man. Feng Chuan briefly talked about the reason for calling the police: there was a person riding on a horse sculpture on the railway station square, but the person did not respond, and it might have been a murder.

110 The police on duty didn't believe what Feng Chuan said, so how could there be such a bizarre case? But the crowd of onlookers started to make a fuss next to the phone, which forced him to believe it.

When the police cars arrived, the sky was a little brighter in September morning, and there were more and more onlookers under the sculptures, and most of them were watching the fun. Some people would climb onto the towering iconic sculptures in the city? This is unheard of.

Through the morning light, Feng Chuan finally saw clearly what was happening above his head. He saw the man on the horse's back spread out his legs, pinching the horse's mane with both hands, and straddling the horse in a relatively comfortable position. He lay down on his body, as if he was resting on the horse's back. His hands and legs were not covered with clothes, which can be inferred that his body should be naked. The morning light shone on his white skin, in sharp contrast with the bronze sculpture.

Feng Chuan, a young policeman who came out of the police car, had seen him belonging to the Iron Wharf Police Station. After shouting with a loudspeaker a few times, the young policeman gave up the call. Even if the person on the horse was not dead, he should be in a state of ignorance.

Things were more difficult than expected. The young policeman called for reinforcements and pulled up a yellow cordon under the sculpture. Feng Chuan showed his ID, so he was able to stay within the cordon.

The crowd was driven outside the cordon and there was a hint of complaint. The young policeman looked around in panic, and his anxiety was written on his face.

While waiting, Feng Chuan chatted with the young policeman and asked him where he had just called for reinforcements. The young policeman said he had reported to the police station leader. Feng Chuan said that the most urgent task was to get the people on the horse's back and suggested that people from the fire protection system come to help.

About fifteen minutes later, the reinforcements arrived at the scene. The strong man in charge had thick eyebrows and big eyes, which was Li Yadong, deputy director of the Iron Wharf Police Department.

Damn it, it's really evil. I met him when I took the train to Yancheng last time. This time I got off the train and met him again. Last time, Li Mingyuan died. This time, the person on the horse's back could not escape. Last time, I lost September 8th, this time...

Feng Chuan subconsciously looked at the date, but fortunately there was no abnormality. Although he cursed Li Yadong, the disaster star in his heart, Feng Chuan still called respectfully: "Director Li."

"Hey, why are you here too?" Li Yadong glared with his eyes wide open. He obviously recognized Feng Chuan,

"It was him who called the police, and he was also our colleague, with multiple people and multiple forces." The young policeman smoothed out the situation for Feng Chuan.

"I will notify you as soon as I pass by, and I find something strange." Feng Chuan said.

Li Yadong did not answer. He sniffed without any objection and left Feng Chuan aside.

It was a little brighter again, and there was still no movement on the horse's back. There were more and more onlookers. Several young people took out their mobile phones to record the video. With their enthusiastic help, a synchronous live broadcast was being performed on the Internet at this moment.

——The situation on the scene is developing in a direction that is unfavorable to the police.

What to do? How to get the person on the horse's back? Li Yadong was at a loss like an ant on a hot pan. At this time, the sharp sirens sounded from far to near, and the fire truck arrived.

Before Li Yadong could figure out the situation, he pointed to the fire truck and asked the young policeman who arrived at the scene first: "What are they here for? Did you call me?"

"Save people, the firefighter has a ladder, he asked me to call me." The young policeman said in the direction of Feng Chuan.

Humph. Li Yadong showed a disdainful expression on his face, which was the same as the subtext when Feng Chuan visited the Iron Wharf Police Station last time: Dogs meddled with rats.
Chapter completed!