Chapter 377: Death notice

The middle-aged fat man widened his eyes at this time, and he also saw the child disappearing suddenly.
"What's the matter?" The middle-aged fat man shook his head a little, and then scolded.
The kid was stolen by the bamboo pole man, and the purpose was to sell the organs in the kid's body and then sell the money.
The two of them were kidney-cutters and one was a human trafficker. Later, one person, their current boss, organized and established a new criminal gang.
They won't easily start in big cities, because there are too many cameras there and they are easy to expose.
Because this little kid ran out and played alone in the suburbs, he was met by a bamboo pole man, and then the kid was stunned and caught.
A kidney ranges from hundreds of thousands to millions.
Because there are really many people waiting for a kidney change.
No one wants to die, so it has spawned the profession of cutting kidneys.
And the traffickers are dealing in human trafficking.
Kidney-cutters and human traffickers have joined together to become a more frustrated criminal gang.
They are in rural areas, remote mountainous areas and other places, specializing in stealing those children who come out to play, using drugs, using candy, using lies, and even frightened to drive an unlicensed car to grab children directly.
Because in rural areas and in remote mountainous areas, the population is sparse, and they are not afraid of stealing children even if they are found.
Because they are cruel, fierce enough, and run fast, it is basically impossible to catch them.
And this also makes them more and more rampant.
Every kid who is abducted, stolen, or robbed will basically have their cornea removed, their kidneys removed, and if they are not dead, they will break their legs, remove their arms, and sell them to the begging gang.
The stolen children are as young as a few months and as old as 10s.
The small ones may still live, the big ones, ninety-nine percent of them have all their useful organs removed and then disposed of.
"Grass! How could it be a ghost, Lao Tzu apparently used a drug for him..." Zhu Gannan said, suddenly stunned.
Because a black invitation letter suddenly appeared on Chuang.
Looking at the black invitation letter, Zhu Gannan's face suddenly changed.
The five big red characters on the top strongly stimulated the nerve of the bamboo pole man.
Death notice!
"Lying trough! This... this is..." Zhu Gannan rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then his face changed, shouting in horror.
"Yes, what is the death notice? What about the little boy?" The middle-aged fat man also saw the death notice on Chuang. He shivered and shivered. Then he looked at the bamboo pole and asked. .
The child disappeared strangely, and a black invitation letter appeared strangely on the chuang. The middle-aged fat man didn't wake up suddenly until then, and the wine instantly woke up most of the time.
"Death magistrate...grass, won't it really be death magistrate..." Zhu Gannan swallowed heavily and then stuttered.
"Who is the death judge?" After hearing the codename, the middle-aged fat man asked in a hurry.
"You don't know the death judge?" Zhu Gannan looked pale at the middle-aged fat man, and then asked.
"I don't know what's strange, hurry up and say, what the is going on, that child wouldn't really be a ghost..." The middle-aged fat man shouted angrily.
"Grass! If it's really a death judge...? We're going to be finished..." Zhu Gannan didn't answer the middle-aged fat man, but said with a panic.
"Mal Gobi, say, don't you scare me?" The middle-aged fat man's face suddenly changed after he heard the words, and his fat body shook and shook.
"That child can't be a ghost. He can be stunned. If he has a body temperature, how could it be a ghost? Grass! It must be a death judge! Broken, broken... This is broken..."
Zhu Gannan said with a somber face. When it came to the back, his body shivered involuntarily.
"You are paralyzed! What is the death judge!" The middle-aged fat man shouted angrily.
The middle-aged fat man is one of the members of this gang who specializes in organ removal. Of course, it is limited to children near the capital.
Although the gang informed him that he had avoided the limelight recently, he did not say the death judge.
The middle-aged fat man didn't know the death judge or the death trial, and he didn't use the Internet much.
This criminal gang is afraid of death, and no one wants to mention the name. The middle-aged fat man has no way of knowing the death.
Coupled with his medical skills, almost no one came to see a doctor, which made him still until now, it is not clear what the death judge is.
"He... he is a criminal who specializes in killing criminals. There are not one hundred thousand criminals dying in his hands. It's almost the same..." Zhu Gannan looked at the death notice on Chuang's eyes tightly and said nervously. .
"Are you kidding me? Hundreds of thousands? Are you sure?" The middle-aged fat man suddenly froze when he heard this, then shouted angrily.
"You stupid, am I teasing you? Grass! You go online to check, and you will know when you check." Zhu Gannan roared grimly.
At this moment, Zhu Gannan is in a bad mood, he is very scared.
Originally, the gang had stopped for some days because of the appearance of the death judge. As they had hoped, the death judge did not find them.
Gradually, their fear of death judges was reduced. Although they were still afraid, they were not as scared as they were at the beginning.
Because, in their view, the death judge is not a panacea.
No, for so long, the death judge did not find them in trouble.
So the gang of kidney-cutters and traffickers started to act again, more carefully than before.
Zhu Gannan's luck is good. As soon as he went out, he didn't go to the countryside. He met a child who was playing alone, so he caught the child here.
I caught it, and I didn't meet the police. But whoever wanted it, an accident happened.
The kid caught was gone, but the replacement was a black invitation letter and death notice.
The death notice represents the death judge and the death trial.
Just then, the middle-aged fat man suddenly looked to the side, and then screamed in shock: "You... who are you!"
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