"Did you call the police?"
Father Shen was stunned for a moment, cast a look for help, and 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, and things that could have been settled peacefully, why do you lose both sides? I can't give 200 million. 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 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 sound rang out 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 defraud yourself. 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 this 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 made by 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, making it a little difficult to track.”
Yan Yan asked: "But the person who made the call should be in China, right?"
Huang Xing affirmed: "That must be."
"This year, 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 telecommunications fraud, the criminals can't 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.
The only explanation, then, is that the kidnapping was real.
This isn't an under-the-radar joke.
"How about it?"
Yan Yan glanced over, only to see Jiang Ting standing beside him, holding his arms.
Team Jiang's facial expression is still the typical flat and relaxed, with a thin and slender waist, broad shoulders and long legs, like a model in a shop window. Looking at his appearance, for some reason, Yan Yan's heart moved slightly, as if a stone was thrown into the lake, causing ripples that were difficult to calm down.
"Internet dial-up." Yan Yan touched her nose to conceal her unnatural expression a little. She explained the results of the technical investigation's investigation in a few words, and then asked, "What do you think, Overlord Flower?"
Jiang Ting glanced at him inexplicably.
"What's your look like?"
Jiang Ting asked, "...Didn't you say Yuanfang?"
Yan Yan was stunned for a moment, then almost sprayed out, and hurriedly raised his face: "Hmm, Yuan Fang?"
"It's hard to say." Jiang Ting shook his head: "There may be something wrong, or it may just be that the Shen family offended people by doing business and deliberately rectified them. But no matter what, just in case it is necessary, if I were you, immediately… "
Jiang Ting was halfway through speaking, but was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door behind him.
"Brother Yan!" An intern policeman stuck his head in, "The boss of the steamed bun shop downstairs said you ordered a meal for a beautiful policewoman, can you bring it in?!"
Yan Yan: "…"
Jiang Ting: "?"
"Old Gao!" Yan Yan was furious: "How did you bring an intern? Can you learn to speak?! What a mess of a beautiful policewoman! Every day I think about going to work or falling in love!! What about Lao Gao, Bring Gao Panqing to me!!"
The innocent Gao Panqing was sorting out the files next door. Hearing the sound, he hurried over, picked up the ignorant intern police officer, went to the creek nest and slipped away like a fly.
Yan Yan, like a fire-breathing monster, rushed out angrily to pick up the takeout. Sure enough, the owner of the steamed bun shop was standing at the entrance of the stairs with a plastic bag on his face. He stretched his neck and looked up the corridor. When he saw Yan Yan, he immediately laughed. flower.
"Look, what are you looking at?" Yan Yan's anger remained undisturbed: "I said how many years have you been selling buns with the city bureau, and I can't tell you apart even if I coaxed you, where are the beautiful policewomen in our bureau? ?…”
"I see the couple," the boss smiled and pointed behind Yan Xun: "My son's classmates and parents, what? What happened?"
As soon as Yan Yan turned around, with a distance of more than ten meters, Shen's father and mother were standing at the door of the small conference room, hurriedly pulling the logistics police to ask something.
"...Shen Xiaoqi?" Yan Yan confirmed.
The boss nodded: "The representative of the physical education class, organized the big guys to go on an outing together, and each person collected 200 yuan."
Yan Yan was stunned for a few seconds, then said in surprise, "Your son also went to Tianzong Mountain?"
"Why don't you go," the boss suddenly recalled, "Could it be that something happened to the outing?!"
The boss's face changed dramatically, and it seemed that his heartbeat suddenly jumped to 180. Yan Yan hurriedly waved to him and said that it was all right, and called Shen Xiaoqi's parents over. When the adults met, they all said that it was a coincidence. Sure enough, they had met each other at the school parent meeting. Mother Shen couldn't wait to talk about the extortion phone call and the bloody clothes, which made the owner of the steamed bun shop gasp.
"This kind of thing still happens all these years! Don't worry, it's okay!" He hurriedly comforted Shen's father and Shen's mother: "I've been selling steamed buns and porridge at the gate of the Municipal Public Security Bureau for so many years, what kidnapping has not been seen? - Just two months ago These policemen successfully rescued the first rich second generation, and there was nothing but a few fingers, and the rich second generation's parents even drove a sports car to send the pennant! These police officers are very good!"
Mother Shen: "… "
Father Shen: "..."
Yan Xun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't be scary, call your son to confirm that Shen Xiaoqi is indeed with his classmates."
The boss agreed, without any hesitation, and immediately called his child.
His son Wang Ke can be regarded as a group of detectives who grew up, 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 gangsters for pocket money, and he came back crying with blood on his head. Those 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? What did you say, Dad?"
"Shen Xiaoqi!" The steamed bun shop owner repeated in a serious tone: "Is he with you?"
"...Not here."
Shen's father and mother immediately became nervous: "What? Not here?"
"...He went to pick up wood and came 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 parents of the Shen family warned Wang Ke several times on the mobile phone, explaining that they should pay attention to safety, fire prevention and theft, and the three parents finally let go.
"Be careful to lock the doors and windows these few 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 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, with her hands in her trouser pockets, vaguely feeling as if she forgot something, but she couldn't think of a reason, so she rubbed the aching eyebrows.
In the early years, I drank into the dark and got up the next day and appeared on the scene. It can be seen that his mother is right, people really need to pay attention to their health after they are in their thirties, so let's 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: "Huh, what's the matter with you?"
Jiang Ting folded his arms and leaned against the door frame of the office. Chu Shang Hua Deng passed 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 to open 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 didn’t see him 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 residential 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. Intense...androgen smell. The S450 turned into the garage lightly and parked. Jiang Ting had just landed, and was immediately embraced by Yan Yuzhao’s shoulders. He went upstairs and opened the door with pride. Before the lights came on, he could only hear the melodious sound of a violin inside.
Snapped! Yan Yan turned on the chandelier.
Jiang Ting: "?"
In the restaurant, the freshly prepared two-course five-course dishes are placed on the dining racks in order, covered with silver lids, red wine, goblets, bright knives and forks are neatly arranged, and the branch-shaped candle holder blooms faintly. Huaguang.
"..." Jiang Ting picked up a meal cover with two fingers, like pinching a sizzling explosive lead.
On a Hermès hand-painted porcelain plate, the delicate lobster pasta is exuding a strong aroma.
"Can I ask?" Jiang Ting finally said.
"Yes." Yan Yan took off his jacket and replied with the same level of politeness that Jiang Ting raised his eyebrows just now: "You can do whatever you want with money."
"Well... I mean can I turn off the music, it's not very nice."
Yan Yan: "…"
Yan Yan silently turned off the stereo, and finally admitted to himself: "Actually, I also think that playing 'Ave Maria' at home is easy to indigestion, but the group of chefs have to play it every time they come, maybe they want to praise it."
The lobster is extremely tender, the pasta is rich and delicious, the grilled fish is smooth and juicy, and even the tiramisu as an after-dinner snack is very authentic. The only fly in the ointment was that the atmosphere at the dining table was a bit awkward, Jiang Ting never spoke, and there was only a slight click of a knife and fork hitting the plate from his side.
Wouldn't it be weird for two men to sit face to face and eat candlelight dinner, Yan Yan thought, should I put out the candle
In fact, I just want to invite him to have a good meal at home. Who would have guessed that those chefs had made such a big battle. But Jiang Ting was already interested in me, so he shouldn't think I'm going after him now. Although it's fine for me to chase after him, if he is really innocent, it will take more than four hours to drive from Jianning to Gongzhou in the future. It is very difficult to maintain a long-distance relationship...
Yan Yan rubbed his forehead, coughed suddenly, and asked tentatively, "Team Jiang?"
"Ok?"
"If there is a chance in the future, would you want to transfer to Jianning to work?"
Jiang Ting was stunned for a while, as if he had not thought of this question at all, and after a while he said, "It doesn't matter."
- He will! Yan Yan thought for sure, he is so active!
"Thank you." Jiang Ting finally finished his last sip of tiramisu, wiped his mouth with a white napkin, and raised his head solemnly.
Yan Xun was immersed in the thoughts of "He is so active, I can't let him down, after all, he is Team Jiang", and said at a loss: "Thank you for what?"
To his surprise, Jiang Ting said, "I don't know."
Jiang Ting approached the back of the spacious chair and stretched out. This is the first time he has made such a comfortable and undefended action in front of Yan Yan, as if he has got some kind of warm cat in the ice and snow, his delicate eyes narrowed, and then "huh!" He said with a smile, "You can always make the people around you feel very safe."
Yan Yan was stunned.
"Do you wash the dishes?" Jiang Ting asked.
"… Oh, no, let that be called an hourly worker tomorrow."
Jiang Ting got up and loosened his shoulders and said, "I'll take a shower and move around."
Yan Yan's stop was stuck in his throat. Jiang Ting had already packed up the leftovers and walked into the kitchen with a stack of porcelain plates. After a while, there was the sound of rushing water.
The candles were crackling and burning, the smell of warm food still lingered in the restaurant, and the sound of washing dishes was a little trance. Yan Yan sat for a while, then got up and followed the kitchen. He picked up the dishcloth from the disinfection cabinet, stood beside Jiang Ting, and began to wipe the dishes that were still dripping with water on the iron rack.
They were like this, Jiang Ting handed over a plate after washing, Yan Xun took it and wiped it in his hand before gently putting it into the cupboard. The two did not talk, but stood side by side. In the quiet night, there were only these trivial sounds of housework.
Until the last few knives and forks were washed and put in the drawer, Jiang Ting took the soft towel from Yan Yan's hand and wiped his hands.
Standing in front of him, Yan Yan lowered his head slightly because of the height difference, and saw the pair of slender hands covered with tiny scars dry back and forth on the white soft towel, and the fingernails 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 in 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.
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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 fucking over?!"
"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.