"Act 2: The Black Round Table."
On stage, the light is dimmed. As if to echo the name of this scene, young director He Yayao, young talented architect Ji Zichang, and middle-aged upstart construction party Zhang Fucai sat around a small round table.
Of course, whether they are real, or whether the six people underground are real, is not known to the public for the time being.
He Yayao: "We must take down that piece of land. We all know how many billions the 'super project' can earn, and how much you can get."
Ji Zichang hesitated: "But Shaodong, that land..."
He Yayao interrupted him: "Shut up! As long as you are responsible for the design, those companies and departments of geological exploration will naturally be handled by someone."
Ji Zichang stopped talking.
Zhang Fucai on the side smiled and leaned over: "Young Master, don't worry, I will definitely arrange it properly!"
He Yayao smiled: "By the way, has the old man done it? Hongying Textile Factory?"
Zhang Fucai slapped his chest: "Leave it to me! That old man is a fool. He said that for the sake of the more than 100 old, weak, sick and disabled people in the factory, he would not relocate, would not close the factory, and would not move the dormitory. I would let them go. go."
…
The curtain closed again.
Whether it is the "audience" in front of the square or the large number of citizens gathered on the Internet, they have really been attracted by this "performance". Although behind it, there are bombs, blood and life as bargaining chips.
Everyone has a general understanding of the context of this play, but it is just a story that can be seen everywhere in this city and this era. The interests of people of that class colluded and exchanged, and the shameless forced prostitutes.
The atmosphere in the square was generally calm. But at the same time, the police are racing against time, and the arrow is on the line.
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Han River Bridge.
Qin Wenlong, Zhou Xiaozhuan and others jumped out of the car and looked at the peninsula business district in the distance. Across a distance of one or two kilometers, I saw clouds floating in the blue sky, and the Yangtze and Han Rivers flowed quietly around. The building complex still looks quiet and grand in the sun. It is completely impossible to see that a horrifying crime of the century is taking place in it.
Xiao Zhuan looked at it in her heart, her heart aching. But he immediately became high-spirited: "Boss! I went with the SWAT team! I will definitely bring them back safely!"
Qin Wenlong nodded and looked at the special police team, fully armed and lowered, sneaking towards the square from all directions.
At this time, a criminal policeman ran over: "Boss, the bomb disposal experts are already in place! Indeed, several bombs were found on the Xiaqiao Road and the Ring Road!"
"Demolish! Quietly demolish!" Qin Wenlong gave the order in a low voice, then raised his head to look at the peninsula, "After the ships and helicopters are mobilized, stand by for the time being, don't panic."
At the bridgehead, the traffic choke point leading to the peninsula, the police and experts were all in full swing. The current situation, Qin Wenlong knew very well: the seven-member group took thousands of people as a threat and occupied the peninsula. While water boats and helicopters can rescue a group of people, the main road is the key.
No matter how powerful the seven-member group was, no matter how much they planned ahead and planted the bomb and this plan several months in advance, there were only four of them, and it was impossible for them to really face off against hundreds of police officers. So Qin Wenlong can now daringly dispatch his troops and recover this road of life little by little - of course, at the risk of his life.
It just takes time. An hour, or a few hours
Now comes the question. With the meticulousness of the plan of the seven-member group, this must have been expected by them.
So, what do they want to use this time for
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"Act Three: The Fall of the Hypocrite."
The lights are bright, and Zhou Fengmao, the old director of Hongying Textile Factory, is still dressed in poverty, standing under the lights.
This is his monologue: "I will never sell the factory! We were restructured from a state-owned enterprise. One or two hundred people, old and young, all follow me to make a living. In the past two years, the efficiency of the factory has improved. , Everyone is counting on me, the old man. Moreover, if the factory is sold, the dormitory is sold, and now the house price is so high, and the compensation they get, where can they live? Heaven and earth conscience, I will definitely not sell it! "
Everyone in the square looked attentively, and some people bowed their heads and whispered. There were even bold people who shouted "Okay!"
Then, the upstart contractor Zhang Fucai stepped onto the stage, and the two sat down at the table.
The two are facing away from the camera, so the audience can only hear their voices and see their movements.
Zhou Fengmao: "I won't sell anything!"
Zhang Fucai didn't speak, raised his hand and made a comparison.
Zhou Fengmao: "Not for sale!"
Zhang Fucai raised three fingers.
Zhou Fengmao: "Not for sale!"
four.
five.
Zhou Fengmao fell silent.
Zhang Fucai laughed "hehe" and said loudly: "Having money can make a ghost run the mill, old man Zhou, you can't earn this amount in your lifetime. Sign it quickly! It's still not sensible, be careful with your family, especially Your son in college! As for those workers in your factory, just follow normal standards, and they won't starve to death for that money!"
Zhou Fengmao raised his head: "I will sign. Don't tell me about this."
…
The audience in the square was in an uproar again.
"Fuck! It's actually signed!"
"Spineless! What a hypocrite!"
"Old trickster!"
"Expose him and expose him! Blast them if you want!"
Many people shouted loudly, and there was a lot of uproar in the square for a while.
At this time, only ten minutes have passed since the whole incident happened.
The curtain, closed again. As if it was really just a decent performance.
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Ground.
After staying for such a short time, Su Mian felt an even heavier coolness coming from the air. After the last sentence: "Find these six people, or the bomb will... Boom!", L's image, along with the six victims, instantly disappears from the screen.
The surroundings were silent.
The four did not speak for a while.
Han Chen let go of his hand and let the injured Ding Jun sit down against the wall for a while, then stretched out his hand to Su Mian. Su Mian immediately clicked on the clip she just recorded and handed it to him. Xu Sibai also stepped forward, lowered his head, and the three of them watched together.
With Su Mian's usual sullen temperament, her mobile phone is very good at taking pictures, and she can clearly capture the big screen just now. Su Mian watched intently, and this time she was able to look more closely:
The place where the six people were imprisoned was the most clearly photographed, the middle-aged fat man who claimed to be Zhang Fucai's foreman. He was full of flesh and looked terrified, sitting in front of a white wall, but there were no other furnishings or obvious signs beside him. A light was shining above his head, and his hands were tied behind him. The camera only showed his knees, and there were some spots on the trouser legs, and it was not clear what it was. And there was something on the ground, and there were some very shallow light ripples on his face.
"Water." Three voices sounded simultaneously.
Su Mian looked up and saw Han Chen and Xu Sibai looked at each other. The three did not speak.
That is to say, Zhang Fucai was sitting in a place with water, and the water was not deep.
Among the six people, the one with the darkest picture is the handsome architect Ji Zichang. l probably put a very small lamp under his face. In the whole picture, only his face can be seen clearly. The surroundings were dark, and his figure looked a little rickety, the whole figure was shrunk, and his breathing seemed to be very rapid.
"Narrow space." Han Chen said.
"He's in a place that is closed and devoid of oxygen." Xu Sibai's voice sounded almost at the same time.
Su Mian pursed her lips and said nothing.
She always knew that Xu Sibai was smart and keen. But every time he cooperated with her to investigate cases before, he seldom cared about reasoning and solving cases, and only put all his energy on forensic identification.
But today, he was fully focused and committed.
Maybe it's because the situation is urgent and life is at stake. But at this moment in front of Han Chen, he did not hide his arrogance and stubbornness.
Ugh…
Su Mian looked at the two of them. One is cold, the other is pure. Even if you look down at the same video at this moment and solve the same problem, the aura is obviously very conflicted. But now is the time to think about these things? Su Mian was too lazy to get used to it and continued to look down at the screen. Different from the details of their capture, she thought more from a psychological and behavioral point of view, where would l tend to hide these people
Of course, they can ignore these six people now, instead of following the routine of the seven-member group, they can go directly to find the exit. But with L's character, I was afraid that he would become angry and actually kill these six people directly; in addition, from the sound of the explosion just now, the ground was already in chaos. They went out, how to find out the seven-member group. Staying here, although people are in the urn, they are also following the vines and fighting head-on.
The video has been played again towards the end, and the explosion also rang. The six people in the picture were startled one after another, and their expressions became even more fearful. However, Su Mian was thinking about a question: Now, there are only two people whose clues are relatively obvious. With such a large underground area, how can they locate the other four people
At this time, Han Chen took her mobile phone and clicked the loop again. The surrounding light was hazy, he stood up straight, the fur collar of the black police coat was a little messy, blocking his face, and the police boots were full of dust. The face was clearly defined, and the fingers swiped on the screen, forward, backward, slow and fast forward, looking very focused.
Whenever this time, this arrogant and smart man can always bring her some kind of quiet and stable power.
On the other hand, although Xu Sibai was indifferent, he stood very close to Han Chen. Jun's face drooped slightly, and he looked very absorbed.
The two men followed the same steps, but both did not speak.
Su Mian stretched out her hand to touch her chin, and her mind was spinning fast.
Zhang Fucai.
Where there is water, shallow water.
Where is the water in the mall? Reservoir? No, no, how could l imprison people in such a routine and unskilled place.
An idea flashed in her mind: Children's pool
No, it won't. She frowned again.
This Zhang Fucai, at first glance, is not the image of a good father in L's heart. How could it be possible to put him in the children's swimming pool, and L would think it was sullied. While it's unclear why the Group of Seven chose these six, it must have been based on a general plan. And l can only ridicule this kind of person.
…
She thought she knew where Zhang Fucai was hidden.
Just as he was about to speak, Ding Jun, who was leaning against the wall, shouted, "Come and have a look! Here is the floor plan of the mall!"
Han Chen put down his phone, and the three of them walked over immediately.
It is a common floor plan in a shopping mall, printed on a metal plate, and then below is a beautiful column, standing in the corner of the wall - presumably for customers' reference.
Han Chen turned on the light on his phone, and the four of them looked at the picture in brighter light.
They are lucky. The drafters are obviously very meticulous and rigorous. This is not a very "pictographic" plan, and it counts as a rough outline. It is a straight, straight and neatly proportioned graph, and even around the graph, very shallow lines and numbers are used to identify the unit distance.
From a graphic point of view, the second underground shopping mall is divided into three floors and covers an extremely wide area, starting from the Peninsula Hotel and spanning the entire square. The third floor is the widest, and it has been dug through until it is close to the river. The single storey is ten meters high. And they are in the bottom left corner. From the sound of the explosion just now, it should be not far above their heads, which is the edge of the square.
Su Mian was looking at it blankly when suddenly she saw Han Chen stretch out his hand and ponder for a while. His slender fingers actually measured inch by inch along the edges of the lines on each floor on the floor plan.
Ding Jun and Xu Sibai next to them were startled at the same time. Su Mian was overjoyed.
She knew that Han Chen would definitely come up with a solution!
-Although she doesn't see it at all now, what method is he going to use.
Soon, Han Chen finished the measurement. As soon as he looked up, he saw Su Mian looking at him with bright eyes, joy and admiration. Han Chen slightly curled his lips into a smile and was about to speak.
"Voice." A soft voice sounded from the side.
Su Mian and Ding Jun turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw Xu Sibai resting his hands on the floor plan, his black eyes were clear: "You can use sound to locate."
Su Mian looked at him, then subconsciously looked at Han Chen. Han Chen's face was extremely pale, as if he didn't hear it, and didn't even look at Xu Sibai. After being silent for a few seconds, he opened his mouth and said the answer: "Four are on the same floor as us, farther away; one is on the second floor and one is on the first floor."