MTL - Breaking Through the Clouds-~ Chapter 47

"Are you calling the police?"

Shen Father froze, looking for help, Yan Min nodded gently.

"The newspaper, of course! Otherwise, what should we do? Where do we go to get 200 million yuan for you ?!"

An electronically synthesized cold voice came from the phone: "Very good."

Shen Father got stuck and didn't answer for a moment, and the small conference room fell into a suffocating silence.

Yan Min touched his phone and typed a few words quickly, his backhand brightened. Father Shen squinted his eyes carefully, and stumbled to follow the strict instructions of the parrot to learn the tongue: "We, we still want the son to come back, you can make a price! As long as our family can afford it, I will sell it to you!"

"Two hundred million," said the other, "no penny is too small."

"I'm not Ma Yun, nor Wang Jianlin. You need to get a real figure for kidnapping and extortion? Millions of dollars. We sell houses and cars for you. Don't you want to live for two million yuan ?!"

Huang Xing poked his head out of the corridor and made a long-distance gesture to signal that the technician was following.

Yan Minshou motioned to know.

The bargaining skills that Shen Father's business practiced at the moment finally came into play at this moment: "You want money, I want people, and things that could have been resolved peacefully. Why do you lose both? I can't get 200 million. Either you cut the price, or I can only be a son! "

With a loud crack, Shen's father took a few slaps with a firm slap.

Obviously just doing drama! Shen's father argued angrily, and then she was also pushed back by her mother's mouth.

Yan Yan's ears moved, and suddenly he heard a half-inaudible sound coming from the cell phone, like a mocking smirk, and immediately stepped forward and pulled the couple apart.

Sure enough, just listening to the electronic sound sounded again, like a computer program without feelings, and repeated stately:

"Two hundred million, not a penny."

"Fuck!" Father Shen was furious. "Fool, don't pretend to be a god-devil with me, my son isn't in your hands at all! My son is so good! Scholars don't even think about weighing a few kilograms or two of them when they are cheating. I thought bird clothes would scare Lao Tzu? Shit! Someone who has the ability to do it right, I'm not afraid of anything in this life.

Ding!

As if a program was started, Shen's anger was subconsciously stopped, and everyone was staring at the phone.

"Forty-eight hours and twenty-four minutes from execution time."

The call was hung up.

The meeting room was shrouded in a blank atmosphere, and after a long while, Shen father jumped out in a confused way: "... what the **** is this?"

Yan Yan didn't care about him and quickly walked into the technical investigation office: "Did you find rhubarb?"

"This is a network dial-up made using a foreign paid service. It should be charged to the chargeer in advance, and then set up a platform to make calls or edit text messages. The number is automatically generated by the system. It is similar to many domestic spam subscription text messages. , But the difference is that this server is set up overseas and is very low-level, which is a bit difficult to track. "

Yan Yan asked, "But the person making this call should be in China, right?"

Huang Xing affirmatively said, "That must be."

"This year's TV station criminal investigation drama was released, and criminals have learned to counter-investigate one by one." Yan Ming muttered, suddenly thinking of Jiang Zhan's evaluation a few hours ago, his heart was a little surprised--

"If it's a prank, it's too sophisticated."

Indeed, if it is a telecommunications scam, it is impossible for criminals to speak 200 million and understand the situation of Shen family; if it is a prank, that means is too delicate and excessive, beyond the normal logic of behavior.

The only explanation is that the abduction is real.

This is not a joke.

"how about it?"

Yan Xuan leaned forward, and saw Jiang Zhan standing beside her, hugging her arms.

The facial expression of the Jiang team is still the iconic bland relaxation, with a thin and slender waist, wide shoulders and long legs, like a model in a shop window. Looking at his appearance, somehow Yan Min moved a little inside, like a stone was thrown into the lake, making ripples that were difficult to calm down.

"Internet dial-up." Yan Min touched his nose to cover up the unnatural expression slightly, and said the investigation result of the technical investigation in a few words, and asked, "What do you think, Overlord Flower?"

Jiang Zhan glanced at him somehow.

"What is your look?"

Jiang Zang asked, "... didn't you say Yuan Fang?"

Yan Yan froze, and then almost squirted out, hurriedly looking up: "Huh, Yuan Fang?"

"It's hard to say." Jiang Zang shook his head: "It may be strange, or it may just be that the Shen family has offended people in order to do business, and deliberately rectify them. However, in case it is necessary, if I were you, immediately……"

Jiang stopped talking and was suddenly interrupted by a knock behind the door.

"Brother Yan!" An intern police officer poked his head in. "The boss of the bunny shop downstairs said that you had ordered a beautiful policewoman. Would you like to deliver it ?!"

Yan Yan: "..."

Jiang Zhan: "?"

"Lao Gao!" Yan Zheng was furious: "Why did you bring the intern? Can you learn to talk? What a beautiful policewoman is messy! What do you think in your mind to go to work or fall in love! Lao Gao Then, take me to Gao Panqing !! "

The innocent Gao Panqing was finishing the dossier next door. He heard the news rushing forward, picked up the ignorant trainee policeman and went to the creak nest, and flew away.

Yan Yan was like a fire-breathing monster, and rushed out of the door to take away the food. Sure enough, the owner of the bun shop smiled with a plastic bag standing at the entrance of the staircase, and looked around the corridor with his neck around. flower.

"Look, what are you looking at?" Yan Yan's anger remained: "I said that you have sold buns with the city bureau for many years. I ca n’t even tell you to tell the beautiful policewoman from where we are ? ... "

"I look at those couples," the boss smiled and pointed behind Yan Yan. "My son's classmate, what happened? What happened?"

When Yan Zheng turned his head, Shen father and mother were standing at the door of the small conference room over a distance of more than ten meters, hurriedly pulling the logistics police and asking what.

"... Shen Xiaoqi?" Yan Yan confirmed.

The boss nodded: "Well, 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 a few seconds, wondered: "Your son also went to Tianzong Mountain?"

"Why not go," said the boss suddenly. "Is something wrong with the outing ?!"

The boss's face changed drastically, and it seemed that his heartbeat suddenly burst into one hundred and eighty. Yan Heng hurriedly waved to him that he was okay, and called Shen Xiaoqi's parents over again-it was a coincidence that several adults met each other, and sure enough, they had seen each other at the school parent meeting. Shen's mother couldn't wait to talk about the extortion of her phone and bloodstains, and the bun shop owner was frightened.

"This kind of thing is still happening this year! Don't worry, it's okay!" He hurriedly comforted Shen's father and mother: "I have sold buns and porridge at the gate of the Municipal Public Security Bureau for so many years. What kidnappings have I never seen?-Just two months The former police officers successfully rescued the rich and the second generation. There was nothing but half of their fingers. The rich and the second-generation parents also drove sports cars to send the pennants! These police officers are very powerful! "

Shen Mu: "..."

Shen Father: "..."

Yan Yan could not laugh or cry: "Hurry up and don't be scary, call your son and confirm that Shen Xiaoqi is really with his classmates."

The boss promised, without any grievance, and immediately called his child.

His son Wang Ke can be regarded as a group of criminal police who grew up, playing a child at the city bureau to help look at the shop. When he was in elementary school, he was ransomized by pocket money, and came back crying, but the criminal investigation team personally settled himself—grabbed the petite bastard, and sent him to the police station for ten days. Those young non-mainstream youths still don't understand why they only recruited 20 yuan to recruit the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Since then, the primary schools in the surrounding area have been very peaceful.

Unlike Shen Xiaoqi, Wang Ke answered the phone immediately after the bell rang, wondering: "--ah? What did you say, dad?"

"Shen Xiaoqi!" The owner of the bun shop repeated with a heavy tone: "Is he with you?"

"... not here."

Shen father and mother immediately became nervous: "What? Not?"

"... He picked up the wood and will be back soon." Wang Ke added, "We are going to have a bonfire party, and everyone is picking up the wood."

The Shen family's parents were relieved, confirming that their son did not lie, and thanked Yan Ye and the owner of the bun shop again and again.

After a series of farce and twists and turns, as if it finally came to an end at this moment, the confirmation of the classmate Wang Ke made everyone feel at ease. The Shen family's parents spoke to Wang Ke again and again for several times, explaining that they should pay attention to safety, fire prevention, and theft. The three parents finally relieved.

"Pay attention to locking the doors and windows these days, it is best for the children to pick up and drop off at school." Yan Yan sent them to the stairs and said, "If there is any investigation progress on the blood coat, we will contact you again."

Father Shen smiled as he smoked and promised: "Understand! Understand! Comrade police is working hard!"

Yan Yan waved his hand, pushed his cigarette back, and turned upstairs.

"I should have been comfortable playing games at home or going out to play." He thought upstairs, "What a messy day."

At this time it was more than eight in the evening, and there were no major and important cases, and the people in the criminal investigation detachment were almost gone. Yan Yan climbed to the last step, with his hands in his pants pockets, faintly feeling as if he had forgotten something, but couldn't think of a reason, he rubbed his brows in pain.

I drank in the early years and went to the field the next day, so I was totally stunned, but now I can't. It can be seen that his mother is right. People in their thirties should pay attention to their health. Tonight, let's go home and go to bed early.

"Police!" Yan Yan said casually, "Go home, go!"

"..."

"Police flower?"

When Yan Zheng turned around, he nearly ran into the head-on: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Zhan held his arms in his hands, leaning against the door frame of the office. At the beginning, the Chinese lantern crossed the glass window at the end of the corridor of the Municipal Bureau, and coated his side face with a soft gleam of softness-softness of softness.

He asked calmly and clearly, word by word:

"What about the pretty policewoman's bun?"

Yan Yan: "………………"

Deputy Yan's detachment was empty-handed. Just a moment ago, he was chaotic and busy. He didn't know where to put the buns for the second time.

Jiang stopped shaking his head, seemed a bit embarrassed, pulled out his phone to open the takeaway app, and was then held down by Yan Ming.

Yan Yan is like a male who has not completed the predation task and failed to feed his small family. His face suddenly turns blue and red, and he utters a sentence: "Go home. I will compensate you for eating well when you go home."

Jiang Zuan politely raised his eyebrows.

The steamed bun shop at the gate of the city bureau has really closed. Jiang Zhan dubiously followed Yan Zheng to board the s450, but he didn't see him on the way to the supermarket or other places to buy food. He only stepped on the accelerator after sending a few text messages Go home.

Prince Yan recently did not know what the psychological reason was. He was not lucky enough to be located in the double-storey duplex Daxing Palace in the city center. Instead, he lived in the high-end residential apartment where Jiang stayed and finally lived out the cold and gorgeous model house. Strong ... male hormone. s450 turned lightly into the garage and parked. Jiang Zang just landed, and was followed by Yan Zhuo's shoulders. He went upstairs to open the door, and only listened to the melodious violin sound from inside.

Snapped! Yan Yan turned on the big chandelier.

Jiang Zhan: "?"

In the restaurant, the freshly prepared five-person double heights are placed on the dining rack in turn, covered with silver dining lids, red wine, goblet, and bright knife and fork are neatly arranged, and the branch-shaped candle holder blooms quietly. Huaguang.

"..." Jiang Ding picked up a dinner cover with two fingers, as if holding a blast of explosives | medicine lead.

On the Hermes hand-painted porcelain plate, the delicate lobster pasta is exuding a strong fragrance.

"May I ask?" Jiang Zhan finally said.

"Yes." Yan Zheng took off his jacket and replied politely with the same degree of Jiang Dian raising his eyebrows. "It is true that you can do whatever you want with money."

"Well ... I mean, can I turn off the music, it's not very good."

Yan Yan: "..."

Yan Min turned off the sound silently, and finally admitted to himself: "In fact, I also think that eating 'Ode to Our Lady' at home is easy to indigestion, but the chefs should put it every time they come over. Maybe they want praise."

The lobster is extremely tender, the pasta is rich in flavor, the grilled fish is smooth and juicy, and even the tiramisu as a dessert is very authentic. The only flaw is that the atmosphere on the dining table is a bit awkward. Jiang Zhan has not spoken at all, and only a slight click from the knife and fork against the plate came from his side.

Would n’t it be weird for the two men to sit face-to-face for a candlelight dinner, Yan Yan thought, or should I extinguish the candle?

Actually, I just want to invite him to have a good meal at home. Who knows that these chefs fought such a big battle. However, Jiang Zang was interesting to me originally, and now he wouldn't think I would chase him. Although I have nothing to chase after, if he is really innocent, but it will take more than four hours to drive from Jianning to Gongzhou. It is very difficult to maintain long-distance relationships ...

Yan Min rubbed his forehead, suddenly coughed, and asked tentatively, "Jiang Team?"

"Ok?"

"If you have a chance in the future, would you like to transfer to Jianning to work?"

Jiang paused for a while, and it seemed that he hadn't thought of this problem at all, only a while before he said, "It doesn't matter."

-He is willing! Yan Yan thought for sure, he was so active!

"Thank you." Jiang Zhan finally finished his last sip of tiramisu, wiped his mouth with a white napkin, and looked up solemnly.

Yan Zheng is immersed in the thought of "He is so active, I can't disappoint him, after all, he is the Jiang team", and said blankly: "Thank you?"

To his surprise, Jiang Ding said, "I don't know."

Jiang stopped near the spacious chair and stretched out. This was the first time he had made such a cozy and undefended action in front of Yan Yan, as if he had got some kind of warm feline in the snow and ice, and his delicate eyes narrowed, and then "whoo!" Tone and smile: "You always make the people around you feel safe."

Yan Yan lived.

"Do you wash the dishes?" Jiang stopped asking.

"... Oh, no, let's call it tomorrow."

Jiang stopped and relaxed his shoulders, and said, "Let's wash and get active."

Yan Yan's stop was stuck in his throat, Jiang Zhan had picked up the leftovers, and entered the kitchen with a stack of porcelain plates. There was a rushing sound of water.

The candles were crackling and the warm smell of food was still lingering in the restaurant. Yan Yan sat for a while, got up to follow the kitchen, picked up the wipes from the disinfection cabinet, stood on the side of Jiang Zhe, and began to wipe the dishes with water drops on the iron rack.

That's how they stopped. Jiang Zhan handed over a plate after washing, Yan Yan received it in his hands, wiped it clean, and then gently put it into the cupboard. The two did not talk, but stood side by side. Only these chores of housework were heard on a quiet night.

Until the last few knives and forks were washed and put into the drawer, Jiang Zhan took the soft towel from Yan Mao's hands and wiped his hands.

Yan Yan stood in front of him, lowering his head slightly because of the difference in height, and saw that his long, slightly scarred hands were wiped dry on the white soft towel, and his nails were slightly pink.

— I can't hold the trigger. Such a sentence suddenly appeared in Yan Min's mind.

But this hand must be beautiful when you pull the trigger.

Jiang Zhan put the soft towel back into Yan Mao's hands, staring at him with a smile on his lips: "Good night."

In the warm orange bright light, Yan Xun tried to say nothing but could not speak, only murmured deep in his throat.

Jiang stopped around him and walked out of the kitchen.

Yan Yan tossed and turned that night and didn't fall asleep for a long time, as if there was some fiery liquid flowing back and forth on the central nervous system. It was a long time before he stumbled into the dream. The fragmented, fiery and chaotic fragments were intertwined in the consciousness, forming a secret and blurry picture.

I didn't know for a few hours, the bedside mobile phone bell cut through the night and rang sharply.

"...!"

Yan Ling sat up, shook his head, shook his head, and answered the phone with a conditioned reflex. His voice was hoarse and he couldn't hear himself: "Hey? Who?"

"Brother Yan, something went wrong." Ma Xiang, who was on the phone, was also weary. "The Shen family couple drove to Tianzongshan at midnight to pick up their son and went home. They found that Shen Xiaoqi was really missing, and she was not with her classmates at all. together."

Yan Yan was immersed in the anger of being interrupted by some ambiguous dreams, and a wicked fire rushed to his head: "This **** is endless ?!"

"You listen to me, this time it is true." Ma Xiang was probably out of anger, and was in a calm state of detachment from nothingness: "The couple Shen received an anonymous call with Shen Xiaoqi's heartbreaking screams and Cries for help, while the kidnappers said that 38 hours and 52 minutes before execution. "

Yan Zheng frowned and said, "What?" At the same time, he looked at the time subconsciously.

On the bedside alarm clock, the numbers jumped in the dark, emitting a faint green light-5:35 in the morning. 2k novel reading network