As soon as Han Chen finished speaking, everyone was stunned.
In the end it was a big deal. He glanced at the crowd and explained very quickly:
"The simplest existence, 1.
The most complex forms of life: 8. Among the numbers from 0 to 9, it is the only one that is both similar to the sign of positive infinity and consistent with the shape of the DNA chain. As for the 'interlacing and turning' and 'morning and twilight' at the end of the first sentence and the second sentence, as Su Mian said, they were more like lyricism. Probably the murderer's own feelings about these two numbers.
Can cover every day: 7. 7 days a week, all covered;
Can occupy each year: 4. All year round.
What is lost will still be regained…”
He pondered for a while, Su Mian and the others listened intently, their breathing seemed to follow his voice. But he saw a faint sarcastic smile in his eyes: "This sentence is just a word game played by the murderer. The four characters 'wrong, lost, complex, gained' also appear in the numbers 1 and 8 that I just mentioned. In the last sentence, 'still' means to do it again, so the superposition of 1 and 8 is 9. At the same time, the literal meaning of missing the recovery also has the meaning of longevity, which is homophonic with 9."
Su Mian widened her eyes and whispered, "Too cunning..."
Han Chen's eyes were still dark and hard to tell. He continued, "A dream of nothingness, nothingness, can only be 0. In the end, his name will never be overshadowed by time..." He looked at Su Mian, "I still remember the last time. How does the poem end?"
The others were still confused. Su Mian raised her eyebrows and blurted out, "Understood! With s as the center, here he refers to s. The order of s in the alphabet is..." She was not good at math, after all. Immediately, he calculated in his heart, but he was already 80% sure.
Han Chen's eyes were clear and the answer was clear: "It's 19. So, 18749019. After the number sequence returns to zero, it converges to 1 and 9. This is also in line with the meaning of cycle and reincarnation that he always emphasizes throughout the poem."
As soon as Han Chen finished speaking, everyone fell silent. At this time in the empty park, the twilight had dissipated, and the sun was shining through the clouds. The crowd stood silently, except for the time displayed on the bomb on the victim's chest, which was still passing by second by second, and the atmosphere was tense and serious.
Su Mian had the most confidence in Han Chen's reasoning. Very simple truth - if you look at the literal content, there may be many interpretations. But people who understand mathematics must have the most similar thinking patterns. Therefore, what Han Chen interpreted was most likely the correct answer.
After a brief silence, Han Chen and Su Mian looked at each other, Su Mian nodded vigorously, and both turned their heads at the same time to look at the victim. The other policemen also looked at him.
The victim also heard Han Chen's reasoning just now. He licked his dry lips and said tremblingly, "You, are you sure this is this?"
Han Chen walked up to him, raised his fingers, closed his eyes slightly, and threw him only two words: "Trust me."
Obviously it is the simplest two words, but his low and sluggish voice is unreasonable and makes people feel certain. Su Mian held her breath and watched his actions, the victim gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tremblingly. The bomb disposal expert nodded and stepped aside temporarily. In the surroundings, next to the police car and behind the explosion-proof shield, everyone was just like Su Mian, watching with bated breath. Even in the provincial offices that are far apart, the leaders of the department raised their heads and watched this scene with full attention.
The time on the bomb is still rapidly counting down: 13:02, 13:01, 13:00, 12:59…
Han Chen lowered his head, his eyes narrowed, his fingers twitched quickly on the combination lock—18749019!
The whole place was silent.
Su Mian's heartbeat seemed to miss a beat. Tears rolled down the victim's face.
12:57.
Digital freeze.
The victim stared blankly at the time when his chest stopped beating. Han Chen, Su Mian, and the bomb disposal expert simultaneously had smiles on their faces. After a brief silence, the surrounding police officers burst into thunderous cheers, all hugging, high-fiving, and shouting, and the sound almost resounded over the entire park!
After being caught off guard for the first few times, today, the police finally successfully rescued the first victim!
Amid such deafening cheers, Su Mian raised her head and met Han Chenjun's dark eyes. With a faint smile in his eyes, he stared at her. And her heart seemed to be surrounded by the warmth in his eyes, throbbing, but silent.
The two looked at each other silently for only a second, then raised their heads at the same time.
There is a second victim.
…
Presumably seeing another person being rescued, the second victim had already started shouting hysterically, "Save me, save me!" But when Han Chen and Su Mian walked up to him, they found that his expression was even more serious than before. Frightened and desperate, tears fell even more fiercely, but it didn't look like he saw hope of being rescued. .
Su Mian's heart skipped a beat, and a vague foreboding came to her mind. And Han Chen's eyes narrowed, and he asked, "The content of the poem?"
The criminal policeman who accompanied the victim moved his lips, and he himself was almost ashen, and he replied in a trembling voice: "No, no! He didn't tell me anything, he just left!"
The people around looked at each other.
Han Chen didn't say a word, while Su Mian's hands that fell by his side clenched into fists.
no? No poem for decryption? Does a no longer want to continue this game, and no longer abide by the rules of the game, and is determined to blow up this person
The victim cried even more frantically when he saw the policeman's reaction. On the other hand, the bomb disposal expert beside him, North Korea nodded: "I will try again, there is hope for dismantling."
This finally made the victim stop crying and looked at the bomb disposal expert. Everyone's attention also turned to the bomb disposal experts. Han Chen and Su Mian stood side by side. In the morning light, the black jacket made his face as white as cold jade. He looked at the victim and adjusted his black gloves, but he said to Su Mian, "What do you think?"
Then I heard Su Mian give a low "um" and answer, "I was thinking, if I were a, even if I didn't say a word this morning, what kind of password would I want to set?"
Han Chen paused and turned to look at her.
In the rising sun, her hair was tied high and she stood up straight. After days of hard work, she had dark circles under her eyes, and her complexion was white, making her look like a panda. At this moment, her expression was very firm, looking at the victim firmly and intently.
Han Chen watched her quietly for a moment, raised his head with her, looked at the victim, and suddenly asked again, "'He left without saying anything.' - Have you seen the murderer?"
The words shocked the victim and Su Mian at the same time. He nodded, then immediately shook his head: "I see, but he is wearing a mask and hat, so he can't see his face."
Su Mian was shocked, rushed to him as if he had found a treasure, and asked each word, "Then what did he do? What did he do, where did he stand? You tell me carefully, maybe we You can still give it a shot!"
a is a person who loves games so much, and let r develop such a complex and sophisticated password for the first victim. There's no reason to get to the second person and suddenly break the rules of the game.
That can only mean one thing - the password exists. And most likely, it was a string of numbers she knew that had a specific meaning. In this way, for a, the game has meaning.
He asked her to guess. Ask her to take a huge risk and guess out of thin air.
But what is this string of numbers
And her words made the victim stunned, and the scene that she saw earlier today came to her mind quickly...
In the dimly lit and foul-smelling toilet, he woke up in a daze, fear flooding his heart like a tide. And that man was sitting in a tattered chair not far away.
The man wore a dark blue peaked cap with frayed edges, with very indifferent eyes under the brim. He leaned back in his chair and tapped his plastic-gloved fingers slowly, slowly. like thinking.
No matter how the victim cried and begged for mercy, he ignored it. After a while, he took out his phone from his trouser pocket and looked down.
…
"What is he watching?" Su Mian asked.
The victim was stunned and shook his head: "I, I don't know..."
But Su Mian's questioning reminded him of a detail. The phone that the man took out was very old, like a Nokia, and the screen was only half the size of the current phone. His fingers slid up and down on the screen, which should be Nokia's first touch-screen phone. Because the light was dim, when his fingers slid, the light of the picture reflected on his face, flickering.
…
"He's looking at the photos." Han Chen, who was beside him, suddenly said. Su Mian nodded, "Old phone, old photos."
and then? Then what
The man looked at the old phone for a while, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes. He took out another mobile phone from his pocket, but it was large and exquisite. After watching for a while, he put both mobile phones back in his pockets and turned to look at the victim.
At that time, his eyes were so quiet that there was a glimmer of hope in the victim's heart, and he begged him even more to let him go. As if he didn't hear it, he got up and left.
…
What's the password
What is he looking at, thinking, and what
Han Chen stared at Su Mian quietly, stretched out his hand, and supported her shoulder.
"If there is an answer, only you know."
Su Mian was silent for a moment, looked up at him, and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear: "If he misses anything, it must be the past seven people, the past me. , it should be the current photo. This string of passwords should be a number related to me, and I should know. If the most qualified one is 20090420. Because after that day, Su Mian became Bai Jin Xi."
Han Chen was silent, but listened to her continue: "But looking at every crime he has committed in the past, almost every time he has committed it will not be completely repeated. So this time, the password will not be repeated, otherwise, he will follow a victim completely. It's the same. What other numbers are there? I know it, and he knows it? He knows that I have amnesia, so when I was an undercover agent, I couldn't remember the dates and numbers related to the seven-member group. So, just Only a few possibilities remain—
1. The last time we inferred, the date of his first crime. But this date has nothing to do with me, so it is excluded;
2. The day I met him again, that is, the day he broke into our house and left a letter. If we say that the present and the past are connected, that day is indeed of commemorative significance. But that day was also the beginning of our battle against the three of them. Judging from the demeanor described by the victim at the time, it was not excited, but quiet and gentle. So this day does not fit. He won't hold the mentality of gentle nostalgia and think about the day when he gave me the gauntlet..."
Su Mian said so much in one breath, and then the conversation changed: "After excluding it like this, there are not many meaningful figures left that I can know. However, if he was thinking of me at the time, and asked me to guess the answer, And, he also misses this answer. Then there is a string of numbers that meet the conditions—
19890317, Su Mian's birthday. What he misses is the past. If the group of seven didn't fall apart, then I wouldn't be Bai Jin Xi either. When I met him again, he also called me Su Mian, not Bai Jin Xi. If you want to make fun of me, wouldn't it be more fun to be called Bai Jin Xi? But from beginning to end, he called me Su Mian and my sister. What he recognized was Su Mian, even though she was a policeman and an undercover agent. "
—
five minutes later.
The second bomb was successfully defused!
The scene was filled with boiling cheers, and the two victims also cried with joy. In front of the monitoring screen, the hall leaders nodded and smiled.
And Han Chen and Su Mian stood in the crowd and both laughed. Han Chenchao's other criminal police officers ordered: "Immediately explore the scene and look for trace evidence; mobilize surrounding surveillance to find suspects..."
The bomb disposal expert is also very relieved. After all, he is only 50-60% sure whether the bomb can be defused. Now the victim has been rescued ahead of schedule, without the better outcome.
The bombs that have been dismantled are, of course, handled by experts. He opened the riot box, put two bombs in as usual, took them away and destroyed them. Just as he was about to close the lid of the box, he was stunned and stunned.
"Evacuate! Quickly evacuate! Run!" He shouted, pulling the policemen beside him and running towards the periphery.
Han Chen and Su Mian froze, turned around at the same time, and saw that the expert was in the box on the ground. The timer, which had been frozen just now, suddenly started beating again!
"01:32, 01:31, 01:30..."
Everyone was shocked, and shouted one after another: "Run!" "Hide! It's going to explode!" Everyone rushed to the periphery, ran hundreds of meters away, hid behind the explosion-proof shield, and stared at the center with bated breath. of two bombs. And Han Chen hugged Su Mian and fell to the ground, staring straight ahead. But Su Mian murmured, "How could this happen..."
00:10, 00:09… 00:01, 00:00…
There was a dead silence in the park.
Everyone looked up, you look at me, I look at you. It didn't explode, it didn't explode.
Han Chen pulled Su Mian and was about to get up. At this moment, the mobile phone in her trouser pocket rang twice.
Since the last time I received the video of l dancing, Su Mian will now be excited when she hears the text message, and her heart will rise slightly. At this time, she suddenly received a text message on her mobile phone, which undoubtedly gave her a bad premonition.
Han Chen also noticed the strange expression on her face and looked down at her. She took out her mobile phone, and what she received turned out to be two videos, and the signaling code was unknown.
She took a deep breath and clicked on the first video. As soon as the screen started playing, she was completely stunned.
Xiaozhuan!
It turned out to be Zhou Xiaozhuan! Han Chen also saw it, his dark eyes were like ice for a moment.
It was an unfamiliar room with nothing on the background wall. Xiao Zhuan was tied to a chair, there was still blood on his forehead, but his face was as gray as death.
A bomb was tied to his chest. The bomb showed the time, exactly 30:00, and then began to count down.
Su Mian's breath was a little shaky, and she watched it for a few seconds, as if she had a strong premonition, she clicked on the second video again.
Xu Sibai.
The same departure as Zhou Xiaozhuan. There were also blood stains on his face. It's just that his expression is quieter than Zhou Xiaozhuan's, his eyes are looking at the screen, a little empty. Such a handsome man like snow in the spring, but he was so embarrassed that he was tied to a bomb.
Just then, another text message entered her phone—
"The bomb disposal code is the fingerprint of your right ring finger. You only have enough time to save one person."
…
The termination of the first two bombs is only the beginning of a new bomb.
When you rescued two innocent people, your dearest friend also hangs by a thread.
Su Mian, who would you choose