A group of people hesitated outside the door, then quickly rushed into the motorcycle factory.
Three or four armed special forces soldiers stood aside, and Ervin Osteen, who had kidnapped Daisy Ginger, lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth, face turned blue, clearly dead.
Beside him was a plastic bag filled with food bought from a small shop, and a blanket lay on the ground, suggesting he intended to spend the night here.
The dilapidated motorcycle factory was overgrown with wild grass, and the cold winds of winter blew in from all directions, chilling fingertips and toes.
No one expected that an entire day's deployment would lead to this outcome.
How could Ervin Osteen have died? Why did he die? Was it suicide, or…?
The scene was silent for a moment, when suddenly, an expert shouted, "Quick, find the hostage! The hostage might be nearby!"
This shout broke the eerie tranquility of the wilderness, awakening everyone, who then hurriedly began searching.
