Chapter 395 Bloodstains on the Leaf_1

At this time, the suction truck hadn't arrived yet.

It was probably arranged by the village chief, who stood at the crossroad, constantly shouting at the crowd to disperse, leaving a passage open, after all, the roads on both sides were impassable and vehicles simply couldn't get through.

However, he still underestimated the curiosity of the onlookers, who would scatter only to crowd around again before long.

Da Wang'er shouted out, calling over a dozen policemen to stand on both sides of the septic tank, finding five or six huge metal oil drums and a couple of large iron spoons with long handles somewhere.

Under Mr. Zhao's direction, they started scooping out the contents of the septic tank one spoonful at a time, and with such exertion, the smell rose to another level. It seemed that Mr. Pang was affected by the stench to the point he turned his head and retched. This action was highly contagious, and instantly there was a chorus of retching sounds around them.