The police in the county were using tools like bamboo poles, constantly fishing in the well.
It took no more than two minutes before the complexion of the officer fishing turned.
"There's something!"
"What is it?" Wen Baohui couldn't help but ask.
The officer replied, "I don't know yet; it feels like a burlap sack."
Upon hearing this, Wen Baohui felt her heart sink.
Under normal circumstances, how could there be a burlap sack in a well?
What could be inside the sack?
Wen Baohui dared not think; she feared that if she did, she would feel certain it was Xiao Diandian.
A few officers worked together to fish the sack up.
Wen Baohui didn't care much; although she was also worried, she didn't bother much when she saw her colleagues looking at each other.
As soon as she untied the rope binding the sack, chunks of meat sprayed out of the sack with the water from the well.
Wen Baohui desperately retreated, just witnessing the contents of the sack.
