Two traffic police motorcycles honked their horns in front of the road, and the S450 then galloped, dashing more than ten red lights with the momentum of an F1 car, causing passersby to take numerous photos along the way.
"Drive steadily!" Jiang stopped shouting amid countless flashes along the way, "200 million ransom, not quite like kidnapping, don't be so anxious!"
Yan Yan whizzed through the intersection of the downtown area for emergency avoidance: "Can't be slow! What if there is a foolish person who dares to ask for 200 million?!"
The engine roared like a roar of a beast, and the horns were full of traffic broadcasts. Jiang Ting got up and leaned into Yan Yan's ear, saying loudly, "That won't scare people with animal blood, it's impossible!"
Stabbed - S450 jumped into the security door slowly opened by the city bureau, as if incarnated as blue lightning, and then stopped in front of the Criminal Investigation Building.
Jiang Ting dashed forward with his upper body, but fortunately he was stopped by Yan Yan before he died from the seat belt.
"You know it's animal blood just by looking at the picture?" Yan Yan stared at him.
In the small cab, the two of them were almost face to face, and Yan Yan's strong hands were still in front of Jiang Zing, but the latter didn't pay much attention to these details.
"..." Jiang Ting finally let out his breath and said, "It's just a logical speculation of behavior, and there is no actual evidence for the time being."
Yan Yan took out his hat from the co-pilot glove box, clasped Jiang's head with his backhand, opened a bag of anti-smog masks, and covered his face with his own hands, hanging his ears on both sides.
"You, go to my office and wait. Snacks are in the bottom drawer on the left." Yan Yan warned in a low voice, "Don't run outside if you are okay. If you are seen, I can't save you."
After saying that, Yan Yan turned around and got out of the car, and slammed the door cleanly.
Bang!
"..." Jiang Ting murmured, "Can't you let me go back?"
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"Hello Team Yan!" "Brother Yan!"
Yan Yan strode across the corridor, Ma Xiang dashed towards him, and before he could stop, his mouth was like a cannonball: "The caller is a couple, male, Shen De, four Thirteen years old; female, Yin Jindie, 41 years old. The missing person is their only son, Shen Xiaoqi. She graduated from junior high school at the age of fifteen this year. She went out for an outing with her classmates just after the high school entrance examination. Last night, she contacted her parents for the last time. It was twelve o'clock this morning. , the Shen family received an anonymous phone call from the kidnappers, saying that Shen Xiaoqi was in his hands and demanded a ransom of 200 million yuan."
Ma Xiang also came to the Municipal Bureau temporarily, wearing a graffiti T-shirt, ripped jeans, and several blackened silver skull crosses stacked around his neck. Yan Yan couldn't help but glance at him as he walked, and asked, "What are you going for?"
"Although you don't know what I'm going to do, I know what you did just now." Ma Xiang chuckled: "Congratulations on collecting the 108th card, I only treat you as a brother, Brother Yan, tonight You can summon the dragon."
"Don't be kidding!" Yan Yan scolded in a low voice, "Has the phone number been located?"
"Not to mention, network dial-up, Director Huang is personally leading someone to track down the IP location server."
"Are there any tapes of the kidnappers' phone calls?"
"According to the original words of the missing person's parents, when they received the call from the kidnappers, they thought it was a scam, but after recovering, they almost had a myocardial infarction on the spot. Who can remember the recording?"
This is also human nature, Yan Yan's tone was slightly heavy: "—Are you sure it's not someone playing a prank with the parents of the missing person, or some new fraud group?"
"It's hard to say whether it's a scam or not." Ma Xiang pouted and shook his head: "According to Shen De, he immediately called his son after receiving the extortion call, but Shen Xiaoqi's mobile phone has been turned off, and there is no news until now. ."
"—Two hundred million." Yan Yan whispered, not knowing whether he was talking to Ma Xiang or talking to himself: "The kidnapper called, and the missing person just turned off the phone."
"Strict team! Strict team!" A technical investigation policeman rushed from a distance, panting: "Director Huang's result is out, the missing person Shen Xiaoqi's mobile phone is turned on and in use! Calling!"
Yan Yan took a step.
"Ah?" Ma Xiang blurted out, "On a call?"
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"The battery was out of power just now, what was out of power, why didn't you bring a charger?! Do you know how anxious your parents are? Do you know how bad people are these days? Ah?!… "
In the Criminal Investigation Detachment, all the criminal policemen who came in a hurry looked at each other, the closed door of the large conference room could not stop the Shen family's father's hoarse roar.
Shen Xiaoqi's aggrieved voice came from the mobile phone: "Why don't you ask my classmates, we are all together, when were we kidnapped? Dad, you can take the extortion of 200 million yuan seriously, our family is even worth 200 million yuan. I can't take out one twentieth, and I can't tie it to my head!"
"You shut down the phone casually, and are still stubborn at me?!" Father Shen growled.
The Shen family's mother cried with joy, wiping away her tears and holding Deputy Bureau Wei's hand to explain: "The child said that the high school entrance examination is over, and everyone will organize an outing, so let's go! We are usually busy with business, and we are not familiar with his classmates, so we just think about it. Immediately call the police…”
"It doesn't matter, hey—don't cry, don't cry." Deputy Director Wei was wearing beach shorts and flip-flops, and his fishing tackle was piled up in the corner of the conference room. Lao Wei is probably thinking about his ten thousand grass-mud horses in his heart, but on the surface he is still amiable and dignified: "The people trust our people's police, and they think of calling the police for the first time. This is a manifestation of their trust in our work! Come on you guys, Help this lady go to the office to take a note and sign it and you'll be fine..."
The two policemen went out with Father Shen, who was still angry, and Mother Shen, who couldn't stop thanking him. The door was closed, and everyone was relieved at the same time.
"Two hundred million, underage, kidnapping and murdering." Deputy Director Wei sighed and sighed: "I thought this year's collective first-class merit was stable."
The atmosphere became active, and everyone relaxed and laughed, joking with each other. Only Yan Yan held his chin with one hand, and the frown that had been frowning since stepping into the city bureau did not relax.
"What's the matter with you?" Deputy Director Wei patted him on the shoulder, obviously in a good mood: "Look at this man looking like a dog?"
Yan Yan said, "I still don't think it's right."
"What's wrong?"
"...I can't tell, but it feels weird everywhere. Did you just see Shen De calling his son with your own eyes?"
Deputy Bureau Wei said with a "hey": "Is there still a fake? I have been doing criminal investigation for so many years, and you teach me this trick with you stinky boy?"
Yan Yan's doubts did not seem to ease, and he muttered, "... Two hundred million."
"I think you look like two hundred million!" Deputy Bureau Wei didn't talk to him, waved to signal everyone to disperse, and then went to the door of the office to pick up his fishing tackle: "It's a good thing to have no case, don't be like that. Nervous. My wife said that the work of the criminal police is not good at all. The case handler is long, and it takes a long time to think about cats and dogs fighting on the walk. Everyone looks like a wanted criminal - oh yes, I heard the old Fang say you On the night of the operation last month, you suddenly acted without authorization, ran and raced for dozens of kilometers from the scene, and even met with criminals?"
—Fang Zhenghong, leader of the anti-drug detachment next door, Qin Chuan's immediate boss.
Yan Yan suddenly recovered from his thoughts, and was a little dissatisfied: "Why does the Fang Detachment keep hitting me with small reports, and what if I don't like it?"
Deputy Director Wei didn't explain much, and scolded casually: "Just like you scratching your head all day, and spraying perfume on your body when you have nothing to do, who would like to see it!"
The two of them walked out of the large conference room side by side, Yan Yan sniffed the cuffs on the left and right as he walked, feeling a little wronged by the groundless accusation he received: "I was about to go on a blind date, and the city bureau called, okay, we had a good chat. The real estate boss’s daughter went well. You even said that I sprayed perfume, and I didn’t complain that the city bureau ruined my most likely chance of getting out of the single…”
Before he finished speaking, Deputy Director Wei kicked his foot, and Yan Yan spit blood on the ground.
"Stinky boy, do you think you can play our seniors?" Deputy Bureau Wei took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and lit up at Yan Yan.
Wei Laoyao will solve every case: "brother and sister, the city bureau urgently needs to call Xiaoyan back."
The old and beautiful Zeng Cuicui: "Come on! The eldest daughter of the real estate group on a blind date rejected him again. It's useless, Lao Yan and I have decided to give back this trash son to the society!"
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"—Your mother is really a real mother," Deputy Director Wei sighed sincerely, clapping his butt with his beloved fishing rod on his back.
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The criminal policemen who were on vacation today rushed to the city bureau from all directions, and they scattered again.
Yan Yan was full of anger against socialism, and was about to find someone to express his sincerity, but he was stunned as soon as he opened the door of the office: "Huh!"
Jiang Ting was sitting in the swivel chair behind the large desk. The table was full of various snacks. Yan Yan sent someone to the downstairs canteen to purchase spare biscuits, plums, cupcakes, and puffed food. Unfortunately, the bags were basically not opened. , only a pack of Oreo Strawberry Sandwich Cookies was half eaten, and where did the rest go.
"Are you going to have afternoon tea with me?" Yan Yan shoved the remaining half of the strawberry biscuits into his mouth and said vaguely, "It's too picky, it seems that even the canteen of Jianning City Public Security Bureau meets the highest level of customer reception. Not you, tsk tsk."
Jiang Ting swiped his phone without even raising his head: "How about the kidnapping case?"
"Fuck, I don't know which idiot is playing tricks there." Yan Yan briefly stated the story, and said in a sullen voice: "The case has been returned to the sub-bureau, and the sub-bureau's technical investigators will continue to track down the IP of the extortion call and the source of the blood-clothed picture. Let's see if we can catch that grandson, and Guan Liangyue will relieve the big guy."
Jiang Ting's fingers paused, and suddenly said, "This is a bit weird."
Standing behind the desk, Yan Yan looked at the top of his jet-black hair, and his eyes were slightly different: "...Tell me what's wrong?"
"If it's a scam, first of all, the ransom is too big, and secondly, Shen Xiaoqi quickly reconnected with his family. It's too easy to expose the scam. But if it's just a prank, it feels too sophisticated."
Jiang Ting finally put his phone on the table and leaned back into the back of his chair: "Even if you are kidnapped, the ransom will be at most 20 million yuan. If there is more, the first one will be difficult to take away, and the second family member will definitely report to the crime. For a family like Shen Xiaoqi who runs their own business, extorting 2 million is a relatively easy number to get, and as long as the hostages are safe, the possibility of his parents choosing to pay the ransom instead of calling the police is almost 100%.”
Yan Yan crossed her arms: "So what do you feel?"
Jiang Ting's fingertips collided lightly and regularly, and after a long time he slowly said: "Two hundred million... It's a bit like deliberately attracting the attention of the police."
His analysis just now was all over in Yan Yan's mind, but he didn't want to show his approval in front of Jiang Ting, so he just laughed and didn't say anything, but the last sentence was a bit surprising: "Caught the police's attention. ?Why?"
"It's just a psychological speculation, I'm not the kidnapper." Jiang Ting said lazily, picking up the phone from the table.
Yan Yan: "…"
Suddenly Yan Yan's eagle-like vision caught something, and grabbed Jiang Ting's wrist: "Wait! What are you brushing?"
Jiang Ting had always relaxed the corners of his drooping lips naturally, but he suddenly got rid of gravity, showing a subtle upward movement that was almost invisible: "Weibo."
"It's clearly..."
"Congratulations," Jiang Ting backhandedly showed him the screen of his phone, "You're red."
Real-time hot search - amazing! The traffic police on the streets of Jianning cleared the way for luxury cars, racing in the busy city, and running more than ten red lights!
Hot comments: "It's neither a military card nor a government agency. The rich people in Jianning are awesome." "Which small government office is this, and the firetruck can't drive fast, right?" , how good is it to drive a Bugatti Veyron around the provincial government!" "Maybe the owner of the car came from the provincial government?"
Yan Yan: "..."
"Don't pay attention to them, your car is not broken," Jiang Ting comforted him, Shi Shiran retracted his phone, opened the online Go where he would play two games if he was fine, and suddenly remembered something:
"You don't really have a Bugatti, do you?"
"..." Yan Yan said indifferently, "Do you want it? It's ok, I'll give you a betrothal gift."
Jiang Ting jumped and took a taxi, concentrating: "Save the money and withdraw from the hot search."
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"Hey, hey, okay, okay, go back and find someone to evacuate you. Such a big person is reckless and reckless, and he doesn't think about his own safety at all. It's better to have a piece of barbecued pork..."
Yan's mother - old and beautiful Zeng Cuicui - hung up the phone and hurried to find someone to help her relationship with. After being busy for a long time, she sighed and sighed deeply.
"It's really not as good as a piece of barbecued pork. After all, the barbecued pork can still be cut into meat, and you can make hibiscus rice with eggs!"
At the dining table of the Yan family, the atmosphere was very heavy. Father Yan pushed the reading glasses and closed the small report in front of him. He was relieved and a little dissatisfied: "The KTV..."
Mother Yan said coldly: "According to your son's previous taste, he can close his eyes and say that people have no plastic surgery, and his legs are two meters long. , Blame you or blame me? Besides, what's wrong with opening a KTV, they are called professional women! Look at their dressing tastes, the next generation of genetic improvement will depend on the daughter-in-law!"
Father Yan couldn't hold his son's respect, and only weakly defended: "The restaurant manager said that this girl's famous flower has an owner..."
"Although the famous flower has its owner, I'll loosen the soil." Mother Yan stretched out her hand to take the small report, and looked at Yang Mei, who was secretly photographed by the waiter, her eyes were full of love: "I saw that this girl hasn't cut her cheekbones, and she has been beaten. The brooch has been augmented, and the bridge of the nose has been filled. The daughter-in-law here is so satisfying. If our son decides to loosen the soil, I will support him with a 24K gold-plated shovel!"
"I still think that the girl from the real estate group he dated on a blind date today is a good one and knows the bottom line..." Father Yan's voice became lower and lower under his wife's gaze.
"Old Yan," Yan mother said coldly.
Father Yan raised his hand in surrender: "Hey."
"When your son was eighteen, I thought he was more than enough for a princess. At twenty-five, I thought he could get by with a good girl. By the time he was thirty, my pitiful requirements had been reduced to a woman's. , to live, as long as you are younger than me."
Yan's mother took out a white paper from her bag, and slapped Yan's father heartily: "Now? I have started to teach myself "Research on Legal Issues of Gay Marriage"! What more can I ask for? What can I do other than a gilded shovel?!"
Father Yan said: "Well said!" and then applauded for his wife.
Mother Yan snorted angrily, picked up the white paper, got up and went to the kitchen, just about to throw it in the trash, but suddenly paused, her son's previous achievements in the blind date war appeared in her mind, as if she had staged a whole impressive landing in Normandy. .
"… Nine times out of ten, it will still be useful," Yan's mother said.
Then she went back to her study and carefully stuffed "Research on Legal Issues of Gay Marriage" into the bookcase.
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"A bowl of sweet porridge and two custard buns, take it - oh, isn't this the lax team, are you here today?"
As the sun went down, Yan Yan took the steaming plastic bag from the owner of the steamed bun shop at the entrance of the Municipal Bureau and let out a snort from his throat.
"Isn't it your routine that four meats are wrapped in two small dishes? Why has the taste changed today? Do you want to try something new? Or help someone else?"
"… help someone else bring it."
"Ouch!" The owner of the bun shop keenly smelled the smell of gossip, and the thief leaned closer: "Who can work hard, boss, you, is it a woman?"
Yan Yan said dryly: "Almost."
"Does it look good?"
The boss looked like I'd give away the buns for free as long as you reveal two sentences. Unfortunately, the next moment Yan Yan took out the banknotes and slapped them on his chest.
The boss's mouth immediately opened into a round "oh-" shape, and before he could continue to ask, Yan Yan had already turned away.
It was Jiang Ting who had a crush on me, so why should I be sent out to buy food for him
In the past few years, Deputy Team Leader Yan, who has visited Baozipu no more than ten times in person, entered the city bureau gate with a dark face, carrying a bag of sweet porridge that was not sticky and not sticky, and two custard buns. Walking up the steps, suddenly there was an urgent call from behind: "Comrade police, comrade police!"
Yan Yan turned around and saw two husband and wife standing at the door of the mail room. It was Shen's father and mother who had only met at noon, and Shen's father was holding a small cardboard box in his hand.
Yan Yan thought to give food? It is not fashionable to send pennants to the police these days. Is it time to send Taobao snacks? Then this ethos is worth advocating with the masses. Thinking of this, he waved his hand to signal to the guard not to stop him, stepped forward and raised his chin at will: "You two are..."
"Comrade Police," for some reason, Father Shen's face was extremely pale, and he handed the cardboard box to Yan Yan, his voice trembling obviously: "This is, someone put it at the door of our company, and we don't know... You, you, Look at it."
Yan Yan looked at the couple suspiciously, opened the cover of the cardboard box, and a strong smell of blood rushed to his face.
Inside the box was a blood-soaked T-shirt folded squarely.