Jiang Zhe's angry roar no longer came from the phone, and Lin Chen handed the phone back to Xing Conglian.
On the monitoring screen, Huang Ze put on a Bluetooth headset, then picked up a high-definition camera, and approached the bus in the corner of the parking lot.
"You all stand back."
Huang Ze's voice came from the phone, and he drove away the reporters behind him.
Xing Conglian leaned closer to the microphone: "Inspector Huang, please be careful when opening the door. The suspect probably connected the lead that starts the timer to the door, so..."
"So it's not ruled out that when I pull the door again, the bomb explodes suddenly?"
"Yes… "
Before Xing Conglian could speak, Huang Ze was already carrying the camera and opened the bus door.
Everyone's heart clenched violently.
The door is open, and the high-definition camera has sent back the clearest image of the scene. From the image, it can be clearly seen that a thin wire connecting the time bomb and the door is hanging down softly.
Facing the sudden police, the bus driver opened his mouth and began to struggle frantically.
Huang Ze put the camera on the front seat, he adjusted the machine, and then asked, "How's the picture?"
The camera is aimed at the driver's chest. On the left side of the driver's heart, the line of the time bomb and the detonator are fully visible.
The timer is transformed from the simplest electronic clock. The bright red numbers are constantly flashing, and the time is only 19 minutes and 58 seconds.
Xing Conglian pondered for a moment, covered the phone's microphone, and said to the staff around him: "There will be a car repair warehouse at the high-speed rest stop, go and find all types of pipe wrenches and milling tools, wash them with clean water for ten minutes. Take it to the bus within."
Hearing this, Lin Chen suddenly pulled Xing Conglian: "Didn't you say that this bomb is not complicated, just remove the ignition device?"
"It's a Type 101 rear-mounted detonator. Removing the ignition device is like cutting off the fire wire. It's not completely safe. If Huang Ze has been professionally trained, we have a safer way, which is to directly remove the safety pad. chip and box for mounting the igniter.”
In the picture, Huang Ze squatted on the ground and patted the back of the driver's hand. Then he approached the bomb, watched for a while, suddenly turned his head, stared at the camera, and asked, "Captain Xing, what do you think?"
"Plan L or Plan L."
"Life or Luck, desperately or desperately." Huang Ze laughed, in the camera, his hair was wet with sweat, but he was still smiling: "It seems that I have always been underestimating the captain, who are you? The troops came out?"
Xing Conglian's face was solemn, and he felt sympathy with Huang Ze for the secret code: "I want to ask Inspector Huang, what is the fastest time for you to remove a detonator?"
"It must be faster than Captain Xing." Huang Ze looked at the beating numbers on the driver's chest and said, "I need a set of No. 3 pipe wrench and a milling tool. If I don't have it, a utility knife and a screwdriver can also make do."
"It's already being prepared."
After Xing Conglian finished speaking, Huang Ze gave a light "um", and said nothing else, the two fell into an unbearable silence.
At this moment, Lin Chen, who had been staring at the big screen, suddenly said, "Huang Ze, give your Bluetooth headset to the driver."
"What do you want to do?" Huang Ze suddenly turned his head and stared at the camera.
"Ask for a confession." Lin Chen glanced at Huang Ze's angry gaze on the big screen. He moved his gaze to the bus driver's face again, his tone was calm and monotonous, and he didn't seem to take the moment of life and death that would happen next to his heart.
Huang Ze turned his head and glanced at the driver, then lowered his voice: "This man is about to be frightened to death. At this time, you still want to ask for a confession?"
"He has all the clues of the missing 26 children and 2 teachers." Perhaps because the screen was too bright, Lin Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, "Wait a minute, it may be too late."
After Lin Chen finished speaking, Rao Shi Xing Conglian also took a deep look at him, and seemed to feel that his words at this moment were not very appropriate.
Huang Ze rushed out of the car and lowered his voice, as if he didn't want the driver to hear the conversation: "meaning, if I fail and both of us are killed, you won't have time to ask for the confession, right?" He took a deep breath. He took a breath and said, "Lin Chen, you are really cold-blooded."
In the monitoring hall, Huang Ze's scolding sound was broadcast again through the mobile phone, and it was accurately transmitted to the ears of everyone around.
Lin Chen was unaware of those questioning eyes, his lips lightly opened, and he only said one syllable: "Yes."
Huang Ze sneered. He angrily tore off his earphones, rushed back to the bus, patted the driver on the shoulder, lowered his head and reassured him, and then hung the earphones on the driver's ear.
The bus driver still seemed to be in extreme panic and understood what was going on, just shaking his head desperately.
"Master, I hope you can calm down and answer a few questions for me." Hearing the rapid gasping voice coming from the receiver, Lin Chen took the phone from Xing Conglian and asked.
Hearing this, the driver subconsciously looked at the camera. He opened his mouth, and his limbs were so nervous that he twitched again, as if he couldn't organize a complete sentence.
"The police officer in front of you is risking his life to save you, but we have not yet lost the whereabouts of the remaining 28 lives in the car. If you can't calm down, I will ask the staff at the scene to give you an injection of chlorine. Promethazine, commonly known as a tranquilizer, to help you calm down, and answer my question."
While Lin Chen was talking, there were whispers in the arena, Xing Conglian frowned slightly, but he no longer looked at Lin Chen, because in the darkness, Lin Chen quietly held his hand, and then squeezed lightly.
Obviously, there was no such thing as chlorpromazine at the scene of the emergency, but it was also obvious that the bus driver did not know this.
Lin Chen's words miraculously made the driver gradually calm down. He gasped and said intermittently, "Save me, please help me! I still have children... My wife, still waiting for me to come home for dinner... "
The driver's cry moved everyone present, and some young girls couldn't help but cry.
"I want to ask if you still remember how this tourist bus was hijacked?"
"At the Plum Village rest stop, when I was smoking, someone held a pistol against my back and asked me to get in the car and do as he said."
Hearing this, Huang Ze took out his mobile phone, called up a blurry surveillance photo, and asked the driver, "Is it this person?"
The driver glanced at the photo and nodded quickly: "Yes, that man is a little short and wearing a gray scarf, so he can't see his face!"
Lin Chen frowned, and before Huang Ze said the next sentence, he continued to ask, "Then do you remember how he controlled the entire bus?"
"He asked me to sit down and pretended to drive. He sat on the dashboard. When the children came up, he took out a bunch of candy for the children. When the teacher came up, he quietly put a pistol on the teacher's waist. ."
"Where did the children and teachers in the car go?"
"The man asked me to stop halfway, then put a bomb on me, and told me to park the car in the parking lot of the Langchuan Rest Station. He also said that he would park in the parking lot No. 27, and said that if the car was parked in the wrong place, the car would explode."
Time passed by, and Lin Chen's problem continued.
"Where do you mean halfway?"
"Passing the place where Yinchuan North exits."
"How far is it from the north exit of Yinchuan?"
"About ten minutes."
"Do you remember the exact time they got off the bus?"
"I don't remember, I don't have time to remember this, Mr. Police, why haven't you acted yet, it's almost too late!" The driver said, looking down at his chest again, less than 14 minutes left.
Huang Ze heard the words and went to get the earphones.
"I have one last question, can you repeat, how did he control the whole bus?"
Lin Chen returned to the question he asked earlier, and the whispered conversation in the monitoring hall turned into an uproar.
"I've already answered this question, why didn't I make it clear just now, why are you asking me!" The driver suddenly raised his voice, looking angry and excited. He struggled desperately, and the situation in the bus suddenly became extremely uncontrollable.
"Lin Chen, what are you trying to do!" Huang Ze suddenly retrieved his earphones and shouted into the microphone.
"Huang Ze, please bring the bluetooth earphones back to your ears and answer me a few questions."
In the picture, Huang Zeyi put on his headphones, and Lin Chen said again: "Can you really dismantle this bomb in 13 minutes?"
"Do you want to hear the truth?"
"How sure are you that when you use a tool to defuse a bomb, you won't be able to detonate the explosive in the detonator with an accidental spark or a slight vibration."
"With enough time, the success rate is 75 to 80 percent."
"That is to say, now that there is not enough time, your success rate will be greatly reduced, and it is also possible that you will detonate the bomb during the process of dismantling it."
"You are so direct."
"Huang Ze, do you believe me?" Lin Chen's face was calm, and he stood happily, and suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with it.
A few months ago, he asked Xing Conglian the same question. Now, the person who answered the question has changed. Because the other party is Huang Ze, he can't even guarantee that he can get the expected answer.
"What do I believe in you, after you killed Xiao Wei, how can you make me believe in you?" Huang Ze faced the camera, the black-haired youth was sweating, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and every word was finished. It was for Lin Chen.
Xing Conglian could clearly see that when Huang Ze mentioned a girl's boudoir name, there was a strange expression on Lin Chen's Gujing Wubo's face. That expression was neither remorse nor reminiscence, but pain. It seems that a steel nail has been pierced into the bone marrow or a heavy hammer has broken the back. No matter how deep and introverted people are, they will be unable to control their emotions for a moment because of the sudden appearance of a certain name. Therefore, many people refer to that emotion as Heart pain.
It's just that Lin Chen is still Lin Chen, the painful expression on his face quickly disappeared, and his voice was still so clean and gentle, without the slightest choking: "Did you see that red wire that fixes the driver to the seat, wait a minute? After the tools are delivered, please cut the thread directly."