Journalists are the most well-informed people in the world.
Therefore, it was not Huang Ze who first learned of the disappearance of the Fengjing school tour bus, but a female reporter from the provincial daily news broadcast.
At that time, they had just finished the interview at the scene of the bus hijacking and were about to call it a day.
The female reporter quietly took her mobile phone, walked to Huang Ze, and said: Inspector Huang, my friend at the Municipal Bureau said that something happened to Qiongshan.
Looking at the woman's delicate makeup, Huang Ze's first reaction was not shock, but sourness, Lin Chen...
Sure enough, this is the case, and if it is true, what else can it be
Just like ants passing information or bees dancing to each other, the news of the disappearance of the entire first-grade class of Fengjing School quickly spread wildly among the reporters.
For journalists, what could be more exciting than meeting a big event on the way to an interview
Huang Ze was trapped in the center of the microphone and the camera, and could only answer in an official tone: "The police are still investigating the case, and it is inconvenient to disclose the relevant details."
However, how can manpower block the pervasive tentacles of reporters, so instead of letting these tentacles stretch randomly, it is better to control them within a controllable range.
So Huang Ze took these reporters to Qiongshan together.
At that time, they were approaching the Langchuan rest stop.
Many vehicles are swarming out of the Langchuan rest stop. The rest stop management staff are dignified and guide passing vehicles at the intersection. Obviously, something happened at the rest stop.
Before Huang Ze could react, the news interview car behind him even grabbed ahead of him and drove into the rest stop. When he got off the car, photographers already took out their machines and started shooting.
Huang Ze took a deep breath, the air was mixed with strange smells, the aroma of rice dumplings, the smell of Oden, the tender smell of babies drinking milk, these smells were all wrapped in the strong smell of gasoline. Around him, more and more The vehicle began to evacuate. He looked around, and the exhaust fumes filled the ground with smoke and dust. The staff wearing a badge was running towards him, his face full of fear.
He knew something was wrong here.
He also knew that Lin Chen and the policeman guessed right again.
Coincidentally, when he thinks of the other party, the other party seems to think of him too.
The personal phone in his trouser pocket began to vibrate.
He took out his mobile phone and looked down. It was an unknown number, and the attribution showed that it was Hongjing.
Few people know his personal phone
"Hello."
In the monitoring hall of Hongjing Expressway, Inspector Huang's indifferent voice came from the phone, Wang Chao held up his mobile phone, and he was about to cry.
Xing Conglian glanced at him and answered the phone.
On the LED screen, Huang Ze, who was in the police uniform, turned his head slightly and asked in a low voice, "Where are you?"
This question is too familiar, and there is always an indescribable awkwardness in his tone.
Xing Conglian raised his lips slightly, looked up at the big screen, and said, "Inspector Huang, hello."
The low and slightly hoarse voice reached Huang Ze's ears, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, so his brows were obviously slightly raised.
"First of all, I sincerely thank Inspector Huang and the media friends behind you for coming. I need your help with a small matter." Xing Conglian's eyes moved to the display screen, then to the school bus in the corner of the parking lot, and continued, " I think you should have learned that Fengjing School lost a tourist bus full of students earlier, so if you look towards 9 o'clock, you should find a tourist bus with blue clouds painted on it. It's the one the school lost, and the problem now is that the bus driver is strapped to his seat with a time bomb..."
Hearing this, Huang Ze suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of nine o'clock. Then, he stepped forward and started to run. He ran very fast, but he asked irrelevant questions: "Xing Conglian, why do you Got my private number?"
Hearing this, Xing Conglian glanced at Lin Chen, and said, "It was a special event, so I used some special methods."
"Heh, time bomb, special means?" Huang Ze showed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. He seemed to sense something, looked up at the camera in the corner of the parking lot, and said. "Give Lin Chen the phone."
In the monitoring hall, Lin Chen stood aside, he noticed Xing Conglian's sudden glance, looked at the police captain's strange look, and stretched out his hand to him.
Huang Ze was standing right in front of the tour bus. Inside the bus, the driver had a face like gold foil, sweating profusely, struggling desperately in the seat. On the driver's chest, the red timer was going back every second. Seeing this scene, he felt inwardly. An inexplicable anger surged, "Xing Conglian, are you very proud?"
However, the response from there was no longer low and hoarse, but became clear and peaceful: "Huang Ze..."
Huang Ze thought it was ridiculous: "Lin Chen, if you say that an accident is going to happen at the high-speed, the accident will happen at the high-speed. I even suspect that you have arranged all this."
In front of the large LED screen, Lin Chen's face was dyed extremely bright blue-green by the light of the screen. Hearing this, he raised his head slightly, his eyes were not angry, but full of deep disappointment: "Shut up Huang Ze, I I don't have time to discuss conspiracy theories with you." His voice was cold, "You look at the bus driver in front of you, if you don't want to save him, turn around and leave immediately."
"What is this, are you asking me an ethical question? Let me disarm the bomb without protective measures to see if I will use my life to bet the lives of me and the driver?"
"No, this is not an ethical issue." Lin Chen paused and said, "Saving people is just your duty."
I have to say that Lin Chen has an absolute advantage in persuading others.
"In other words, if I don't save him, I'll be a coward of dereliction of duty." On the other end of the phone, Huang Ze sneered in a low voice, and then said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Lin Chen didn't say anything, but handed the phone back to Xing Conglian.
Xing Cong connected the phone and calmed his breath: "Inspector Huang, the location of this bus is exactly the corner of the surveillance camera. Among the reporters you brought, there must be someone with a camera with wireless transmission function, please connect the camera to rest. The WIFI network of the station, we need to see the live image of the scene.”
"Oh, and then what?"
"Then..." Xing Conglian was a little embarrassed, "then please point the camera at the time bomb, we need you to dismantle this bomb..."
"it is good."
In the picture, the reporters in the parking lot are running towards Huang Ze's location.
Huang Ze was surrounded by the crowd. He didn't know what to say. Some reporters turned around and ran away. Some daring reporters remained at the scene. Some people ran to get a wireless camera for Huang Ze. The camera was aimed at Huang Ze.
Suddenly, there was some quarrel in the crowd, and it became a little chaotic.
Xing Conglian fed the microphone twice, and vaguely heard what Huang Ze was saying.
After that, another voice inserted forcefully.
"Young Master Huang, you can't take risks!"
The person who spoke was Jiang Zhe, a psychology expert who earlier thought the carjacking was just a prank by a rebellious teenager.
Jiang Zhe held Huang Ze's sleeve tightly. He knew very well that if Huang Ze really took the risk of dismantling the bomb, in the event of any danger, he who brought Huang Ze to such a dangerous place would definitely bear the Huang family's burden. Hundred times of anger.
"Didn't you say that this is just a prank, so I shouldn't be in any danger, right?" Huang Ze looked at the psychologist beside him with a sarcastic smile.
"Yes, Mr. Jiang, is the time bomb in the car also a means of attracting the "Candy Thief"? Can you analyze where the children in the car went?"
The reporters' guns and short guns quickly moved from Huang Ze to Jiang Zhe's mouth.
"No, no, the robber's behavior has escalated. This is no longer a simple teenage rebellious behavior. I suspect that the teenager is likely to be a patient with antisocial personality disorder! His violence and aggression are rooted in his genes. , he did all this to satisfy his criminal pleasure, he might be watching us through surveillance, the more people died, the stronger his pleasure, so Huang Shao, look at why he parked the bus at the gas station Nearby, that's because he wants to blow up this place, he wants mass casualties, even if you try to defuse the bomb, it will definitely fail, because he will definitely play tricks on the ticking time bomb!"
Jiang Zhe spoke very fast, because of his words, some reporters who were still going to stick to it also started to panic.
However, Huang Ze still looked indifferent.
Seeing this situation, Jiang Zhe realized that Lin Chen and Huang Ze must have said something on the phone just now.
He suddenly became excited, he grabbed Huang Ze's mobile phone, and shouted into the phone, "Lin Chen, if you really want to take revenge on the Huang family, everything will come to me, don't let innocent people die!"
In the monitoring hall on the other side of the phone, Jiang Zhe's impassioned voice was broadcast through the public, and almost spread throughout the hall.
All the eyes in the hall suddenly shot at Lin Chen in salvo, those eyes were like knives and swords, as if they were real.
Lin Chen looked at Xing Conglian, and Xing Conglian also looked at him.
Seeing that the other end of the phone was silent, Jiang Zhe was about to pursue the victory, but suddenly heard a question.
"Jiang Zhe, can you memorize it again?"
As if punching cotton or sparks falling into the water, Jiang Zhe only felt a breath in his chest: "What are you carrying?"
"Can you recite the diagnostic criteria for personality disorders in Dsm-IV-TR?"
"What is that!" Jiang Zhe blurted out, "Lin Chen, stop playing tricks!"
"Dsm-IV-TR is the "Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders" revised by the American Psychiatric Association in 2000. It is one of the most authoritative diagnostic manuals for mental disorders in the world. Since you think the suspect is a patient with antisocial personality disorder, then Please memorize the diagnostic criteria."
Jiang Zhe's face flushed red: "Who would endorse it in this situation, and it would be great for you to do it!"
"Yeah, do you want to listen?"