Chapter 47

"Did you call the police?"

Father Shen was stunned for a moment, and looking for help, Yan Yan nodded lightly.

"Report, of course! What if else? Where can we ordinary people get 200 million for you?!"

A cold electronically synthesized voice came from the phone: "Very good."

Father Shen was stuck and didn't answer for a while, and the small conference room fell into suffocating silence.

Yan Yan took out his phone and typed a few words quickly, and his backhand lit up. Father Shen narrowed his eyes carefully, and stumblingly followed Yan Yan's instructions to parrot his tongue: "We, we still want our son to come back, you set a price! As long as our family can afford it, we will give you everything!"

"Two hundred million," the other said, "not a penny less."

"I'm not Jack Ma, nor Wang Jianlin. You have to ask for a realistic figure for kidnapping and extortion, right? A few million is a big deal. We sell houses and cars to make it up for you. Don't you want to force people to die for 200 million?!"

Huang Xing stuck his head out from the corridor and made a gesture, indicating that the technician was tracking.

Yan Yan nodded to indicate that he knew.

The bargaining skills that Shen's father had cultivated in the business field finally came into play at this moment: "You want money, I want people, why do things that could have been settled peacefully, lose both sides? 200 million I absolutely can't come up with it, Either you lower the price, or I can only pretend that I have never given birth to this son!"

With a loud bang, Shen's father was staggered a few steps by the strong slap of Shen's mother.

Obviously just acting! Father Shen defended angrily with his mouth shape, and was immediately pushed back by Mother Shen with the same mouth shape: Not even acting!

Yan Yan's ears moved, and suddenly she heard a half-sound indistinct sound coming from the phone, like a mocking sneer, and immediately stepped forward and pulled the husband and wife away.

As expected, the electronic voice sounded again, like an emotionless computer program, and repeated forcefully:

"Two hundred million, not a penny less."

"Damn it!" Father Shen was furious: "Don't pretend to be a fool with me, my son is not in your hands at all! My son is very good! You don't even think about how many pounds or taels you learn when you learn to cheat. Do you think you can scare Lao Tzu with the clothes of bird blood? Shit! If you have the ability to be upright, I, Shen De, will not be afraid of anything in my life, and I will—”

Ding!

As if a certain program was activated, Father Shen's anger subconsciously stopped, and everyone was staring at the phone.

"Forty-eight hours and twenty-four minutes until the execution time."

The phone was hung up.

The conference room was shrouded in a dazed atmosphere. After a long while, Father Shen popped out a word in confusion: "...What kind of thing is this?"

Yan Yan didn't care about him, and walked into the technical investigation department quickly: "Have you found Da Huang?"

"This is a network dial-up using a foreign paid service. It should be charged to the charging party in advance, and then a separate platform is set up to make a call or edit a text message, and the number is automatically generated by the system. It is similar to many domestic junk subscription text messages. , but the difference is that this server is set up overseas, and it is very low-level, so it is a little difficult to track it.”

Yan Yan asked: "But the person who made the call should be in China, right?"

Huang Xing affirmed: "That must be."

"In these years, the TV station criminal investigation drama has been released, and criminals have learned to counter-investigate one by one." Yan Yan muttered, suddenly remembering Jiang Ting's evaluation a few hours ago, and his heart froze slightly——

"If it's a prank, the method is too delicate."

Indeed, if it is a telecommunication fraud, the criminals cannot ask for 200 million and know the situation of the Shen family so well; if it is a prank, the means are too sophisticated and too much, beyond the normal behavioral logic.

Then the only explanation is that the abduction is true.

This is not a joke.

"How about it?"

Yan Yan was obliquely, and he saw Jiang stopping standing on his side and holding his arms.

The facial expression of the Jiang team is still iconic and plain relaxation. The waist is thin and slender, with wide shoulders and long legs, as if the model in the shop window. Looking at his appearance, don't know how Yan Yan moved slightly in his heart, as if a stone was thrown into the lake, and a circle of ripples that were difficult to calm.

"Network dialing." Yan Yan touched his nose, so as to cover up the unnatural expression, and said the results of the investigation of technical investigations in three words, and asked, "What do you think, overlord flower?"

Jiang Pu glanced at him somehow.

"What kind of eyes are you?"

Jiang Xuan asked: "... Didn't you say Yuan Fang?"

Yan Yan stunned, and then almost sprayed out, and hurriedly raised his face: "Hmm, Yuan Fang?"

"It's hard to say." Jiang stopped shaking his head: "There may be some strangeness, or it may just be offending the business of doing business and deliberately. But in case it is necessary, if I am you, if I am you, it is you, and if I am you, immediately……"

Jiang Pu said halfway, and suddenly interrupted by the knock behind him.

"Brother Yan!" A internship police came in, "Pharaoh downstairs said that you helped a beautiful female warning to order meals and couldn't send them in?!"

Yan Yan: "..."

Jiang Pu: "?"

"Lao Gao -!" Yan Yan was furious: "How do you bring intern? Can you learn to speak? What a beautiful female policeman is messy! What is thinking in my mind every day or falling in love!!! Lao Gao Here, bring me Gao Panqing !!! "

The innocent Gao Panqing was sorting out the dossier next door. He heard the sound rushing, and picked up a ignorant internship police to squeak down, flying away.

Yan Yan was like a spitter monster, and rushed out of the door to pick up the takeaway. Sure enough, saw the owner of the bun shop holding the plastic bag with a smile on the entrance of the stairs, looking at the corridor with his neck, and immediately opened with Yan Yan and opened it. flower.

"Look at it, what do you think," Yan Yu was angry: "I said how many years you have sold with the city bureau for many years, and I can't even share it. ? ... "

"I think the two husbands and wives," the boss smiled and pointed behind Yan Yan: "My son's classmate, what? What happened?"

As soon as Yan Yan turned around, at the distance of more than ten meters, Shen's father, Shen, was standing at the door of the small conference room, and hurriedly pulled the logistics police what he asked.

"... Shen Xiaoqi?" Yan Yan confirmed.

The boss nodded: "The representative of the physical education class, the organizer went to the outing, each person made up 200 yuan."

Yan Yan was a few seconds, and surprised: "Your son also went to Tianshan?"

"Why don't you go?" The boss suddenly replied: "What happened to the outing?!"

The boss changed his face, and it seemed that his heartbeat instantly became 1008. Yan Yan hurriedly waved his hand and said that he was okay, and called Shen Xiaoqi's parents again -a few adults met, it was really coincidental, and she saw each other at school parents' associations. Shen's mother couldn't wait to talk about the ransom phone and blood, scared the owner of the bun shop to take the cold.

"There are still such things this year! Don't worry, it's okay!" He hurriedly comforted Shen's father Shen's mother: "I have sold bun porridge at the entrance of the Municipal Public Security Bureau for so many years. What abductions have The former police officers successfully rescued one rich and second generation. There was nothing except half of the fingers. The rich second -generation parents also drove a sports car to send the banner! This group of police officers are very powerful! "

Mother Shen: "..."

Father Shen: "..."

Yan Yan cried and laughed: "Don't be scary, call your son, and confirm that Shen Xiaoqi does be with his classmates."

The boss agreed with all his mouth, and he didn't hesitate at all, and immediately called his child.

His son, Wang Ke, is a group of criminal police officers who grew up watching him, and he helped watch the store at the entrance of the city bureau since he was a child. When he was in elementary school, he was blackmailed by the gangster for pocket money, and he came back crying with blood on his head. Those few non-mainstream young people still don't understand why they recruited the Municipal Public Security Bureau for only 20 yuan.

Unlike Shen Xiaoqi, Wang Ke answered the phone immediately after the bell rang, and said in surprise, "—ah? Dad, what did you say?"

"Shen Xiaoqi!" The steamed bun shop owner repeated in a serious tone: "Is he with you?"

"...Not at all."

Shen's father and mother immediately became nervous: "What? Not here?"

"...He went to pick up wood, and he will be back soon." Wang Ke added, "We are going to have a bonfire party, and everyone went to pick up wood."

The Shen family's parents breathed a sigh of relief, confirming that their son did not lie, and thanked Yan Yan and the owner of the steamed bun shop repeatedly.

A farce went through many twists and turns, and it seemed that it finally came to an end at this moment. The confirmation of classmate Wang Ke gave everyone a reassurance. The Shen family's parents warned Wang Ke several times on the mobile phone, explaining that they should pay attention to safety, fire prevention, theft and so on. The three parents finally put their minds at ease.

"Be careful to lock the doors and windows these days. It's best to pick up the children when they go to and from school." Yan Yan took them to the stairs and said, "If there is any progress in the investigation of the bloody clothes, we will contact you again."

Father Shen smiled and assured: "Understood! Understood! Comrade police officers have worked hard!"

Yan Yan waved his hand, pushed his cigarette back, and turned to go upstairs.

"I should have been comfortable playing games at home, or going out to play," he thought as he went upstairs. "What a messy day this is."

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, there was no major case, and the people from the Criminal Investigation Detachment were almost gone. Yan Yan climbed the last step and put his hands in his trouser pockets, vaguely feeling as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't think of a reason, so he rubbed the aching eyebrows.

In the early years, drank into the dark and got up the next day and appeared on the scene. It can be seen that his mother is right. After people reach their thirties, they really need to pay attention to their health. It is better to go home and sleep early tonight.

"Police flower!" Yan Yan said casually, "Go home, let's go!"

"..."

"Police flower?"

Yan Yan turned around and almost bumped into him: "Jian, what's the matter with you?"

Jiang Ting folded his arms and leaned against the door frame of the office. Chu Shang Hua Deng crossed the glass window at the end of the city bureau corridor, casting a gentle shimmer on his side face—as if gentle.

Calmly and clearly, he asked word by word:

"Where's the pretty policewoman's bun?"

Yan Yan: "…………"

Deputy Yan's detachment was empty-handed. It was chaotic and busy just now, and the buns sent for the second time didn't know where to put it.

Jiang Ting shook his head and seemed a little teasing. He took out his mobile phone and opened the food delivery APP, and was immediately held down by Yan Yanpi.

Yan Yan was like a male beast that didn't complete the predation task and failed to feed the family. His face turned blue and red, and after a while he said, "Go home. I'll make up for your good food when I go home."

Jiang Ting raised half of his eyebrows politely.

The steamed bun shop at the entrance of the Municipal Bureau had indeed closed. Jiang Ting followed Yan Xun into the S450 suspiciously, but he was not seen driving to the supermarket and other places to buy food on the road. After sending a few text messages, he stepped on the accelerator. back home.

For some reason, Prince Yan recently stayed in the high-end community apartment where he stayed in Jiangdu instead of his double-storey duplex palace in the city center, and finally moved out of the cold and gorgeous model house. Strong...androgen smell. The S450 turned into the garage and parked. Jiang Ting had just landed, and was immediately embraced by Yan Yanzhao's shoulders. He went upstairs and opened the door confidently. Before the lights came on, he could only hear the melodious sound of a violin inside.

Snapped! Yan Yan turned on the chandelier.

Jiang Pu: "?"

In the restaurant, the two -person five -way heights are placed on the restaurant in turn, covering the silver meal lid, and the red wine, tall cups, and bright knives and forks are neatly placed. Huaguang.

"..." Jiang stopped two fingers and squeezed a meal lid, like a dampness of the frustrated explosives.

On the plate of Hermes hand -painted porcelain, the delicate lobster pasta is exuding a strong fragrance.

"Can I ask?" Jiang Pu finally said.

"Yes." Yan Yan took off his jacket and replied politely at the same degree of Jiang Po's eyebrows just now: "Richness can really do whatever you want."

"Hmm ... I mean whether I can close the music, not very nice."

Yan Yan: "..."

Yan Yan silently turned off the audio, and finally admitted: "In fact, I also feel that eating‘ Mother ’s Song” at home is prone to indigestion, but every time that group of chefs come here, you may want to praise it. "

The lobster is extremely tender, the pastoral is rich, and the roasted fish is smooth and juicy. Even Tiramisu, who is a snack as a meal, is very authentic. The only disadvantage was that the atmosphere on the table was a bit embarrassing. Jiang Pu had never spoken. From his side, there was only a slight click to collide with a knife and fork.

Will the two men sit on face to eat candlelight dinner a little strange? Yan Yan wondered, wouldn't I extinguish the candle?

I actually just want to ask him to have a good meal at home. Who knows the chefs have made such a big battle. However, Jiang Pu was originally interesting to me. He wouldn't think I would chase him. Although I have nothing to chase, if he is really innocent and innocent, it takes more than four hours to drive from Jianning to Gongzhou.

Yan Yan rubbed his forehead, suddenly cough, and asked tentatively, "The Jiang Team?"

"Um?"

"If you have a chance in the future, will you want to adjust Jianning to work?"

Jiang stopped, and seemed to have never thought of this problem at all, and said, "It doesn't matter."

——The willingness! Yan Yan definitely thought, he took the initiative!

"Thank you." Jiang Pu finally finished eating the last small Tiramisu, wiped his mouth with a snow -white napkin, and looked up solemnly.

Yan Yan was immersed in the thoughts of "he is so proactive that I can't live up to him after all, after all, he is the river team", a blank voice: "What do you thank?"

By his expectations, Jiang Pu said, "I don't know."

Jiang parked near the spacious chair back and stretched his waist. This is the first time that he has made such a comfortable and unstable action in front of Yan Yan, as if he had got some kind of warm cat family in the ice and snow, and his handsome eyes narrowed, and then "Huhu!" Tone, smile: "You can always make the people around you feel very safe."

Yan Yan stunned.

"Do you wash the dishes?" Jiang stopped.

"... Oh, no, let's be called a clock tomorrow."

Jiang stopped and loosened his shoulders and said, "Let me wash it, event."

Yan Yan's stop was stuck in his throat. Jiang Pu had packed the leftovers and walked into the kitchen with a stack of porcelain plates.

The candle was burned, and the warm smell of the food was still lingering in the restaurant. The sound of the dishes was a bit stunned. Yan Yan sat for a while, got up to follow up the kitchen, picked up the wipe of the bowl from the disinfection cabinet, stood on the side of the river, and began to wipe the plate with water droplets on the iron rack.

In this way, Jiang stopped and handed over a plate. Yan Yan received it in his hand and put it in the dish cabinet gently. The two did not talk, but they shoulders side by side, and there were only these trivial sounds of housework in the quiet night.

Until the last few knives and forks were washed and put in the drawer, Jiang Pu took the soft towel in his hand and wiped his hands.

Yan Yan stood in front of him. Because of the height difference, he lowered his head slightly. He saw the long and small scars on the white soft towel and dry it back and forth, and the nails were slightly pink.

- I can't pull the trigger. Such a sentence suddenly appeared in Yan Yan's mind.

But this hand must be beautiful when it pulls the trigger.

Jiang Ting put the soft towel back into Yan Yan's hand, and looked at him with a smile on his lips: "Good night."

In the bright warm orange light, Yan Yan wanted to say something but was unable to say it, only mumbled in a low voice in his throat.

Jiang Ting bypassed him and walked out of the kitchen.

That night, Yan Yan tossed and turned for a long time without falling asleep, as if some kind of fiery liquid was flowing back and forth on the central nervous system. After a long time, he stumbled into a dream, and fragments of broken, fiery, and chaotic were intertwined in the depths of his consciousness, forming scenes of hidden, vague and bizarre scenes.

I don't know how many hours later, the bedside mobile phone rang sharply through the night.

"...!!"

Yan Yan sat up in shock, shook his head abruptly, and answered the phone by conditioned reflex, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even hear it: "Hello? Who?"

"Brother Yan, something happened." Ma Xiang on the other side of the phone was also full of tiredness: "The Shen family drove to Tianzong Mountain in the middle of the night to pick up their son home, and found that Shen Xiaoqi was really missing and was not with his classmates at all. Together."

Yan Yan was immersed in the anger of some kind of ambiguous dream being interrupted, and an evil fire rushed to the top of his head: "Is this the fucking end?!"

"Listen to me, it's true this time." Ma Xiang had probably left his anger and was in a calm state of detachment: "The Shen family received an anonymous phone call, which contained Shen Xiaoqi's heart-rending screams and Cries for help, while the kidnappers said that there are still 38 hours and 52 minutes before the execution time."

Yan Yan frowned and said, "What?" At the same time, he glanced at the time subconsciously.

On the bedside alarm clock, the numbers jumped in the dark and gave off a faint green glow—5:35am.