Chapter 48
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Half an hour later, on the empty road in the wee hours of the morning.
The Phaeton flew like lightning, like a dazzling meteor between dawn and dusk. It instantly disappeared at the end of the long street, leaving behind only the fumes.
"That's the overall situation." In the car, Bluetooth was connected to Yan Ji's mobile phone. Ma Xiang said, "The police car has already arrived at Tianzong Mountain. I'm also on my way there. Let's meet there."
"Okay, calm down the emotions of the kidnapped parents. Don't let them be too agitated and affect their questioning." Then Yan Ji hung up the phone.
"After Shen Xiaoqi's parents arrived home at night, they were still worried, so they decided to drive overnight to the scenic area to pick up their son. Because they were worried about the strong rebellious mentality of a teenager, they were afraid that forcibly picking him up would cause any unpredictable consequences, so they didn't inform them in advance. After three o 'clock in the morning, the couple secretly drove to the farmhouse hotel and found that their son wasn't with his classmates. He didn't even come back to sleep all night. So they anxiously began to ask his classmates, but these children were very uncooperative. "
Jiang Stops leaned against the passenger seat and closed his eyes to rest. His face was a little pale. "Uncooperative?"
"They all said they didn't know. Shen Xiaoqi's parents asked their son whether he left before or after the bonfire party. Some of his classmates said before, and some said after. "
"It means that they are all lying."
"More or less." Yan Ji sighed. "But a group of lying children is easier to deal with than a criminal suspect who deliberately lies."
"What if the children are the suspects?" Jiang Stops suddenly asked.
Yan Ji glanced at the steering wheel. Jiang Stops was slightly raising his eyelids. Their eyes met in the dim light and immediately separated.
"5: 17 in the morning." Yan Ji turned his gaze back as if nothing had happened. "The parents received another call from the kidnappers. This time, Shen Xiaoqi's screams and cries for help lasted more than ten seconds. Then the voice was cut off. The kidnappers only left a sentence for the Shen couple, who had collapsed. There are 38 hours and 52 minutes left before the execution. "
— 38 hours, 52 minutes.
There were so many zeros.
"… More than ten seconds of screams, plus a warning from the kidnappers, this phone call is stuck for less than 60 seconds," Jiang Stops muttered with his arms crossed, "The scheduled execution is tomorrow evening at 8: 09."
"Yes, let's say it's 8: 10. But why? "
The car sped along the road, leaving the city center and high-rise buildings far behind. At the end of the distant horizon, the suburban fields were endless, and the morning mist was gradually dyed with a translucent blue color.
"You can't miss out on that one minute," Jiang Stops suddenly said. "The kidnappers have a strong sense of time. They must have timed their calls down to the minute. If he's not deliberately leaking clues or playing tricks on the police and his parents, then there's only one explanation. "
Yan Ji frowned. "8: 09 in the evening. Does this time have a special meaning to him?"
"Yes."
"It can't be," Yan Xun said suspiciously. "What's the point of it if it's not close to the village or the shop?"
This time, Jiang Stops retorted, "How would I know? I'm not a kidnapper."
He closed his eyes again, still holding his beloved thermos cup in his hand. If it was wolfberry tea inside, he would look like an old cadre. But in fact, it was the old Tongxing Pu 'er tea that Yan Xuan had personally brewed in order to attract him to go out in the early hours of the morning. Yan Xuan had raced against the clock to make the old Tongxing Pu' er tea while he was getting dressed.
This was not referring to Yan Ji wearing clothes himself, but to Jiang Stops. Jiang Stops was not in good health and was mentally weak. If he slept well in the middle of the night, he would not wake up in the early hours of the morning. Yan Ji knocked on the door for 30 seconds, but to no avail. He simply broke into the room and personally picked him up from the wide and soft double bed. He grabbed a few clothes from the closet and wrapped them up. Then he picked him up and carried him out of the bedroom.
All the above details fully demonstrated Yan Ji's hegemony as the owner of the house — the bourgeois.
"Hey," the bourgeois scolded. "We're working on a case. What's with your attitude? Are you still brooding over what happened this morning?"
The proletariat did not even open his eyes. "This is called passive resistance after a violent struggle failed."
Yan Ji: "…"
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8: 30 in the morning, Tianzong Mountain scenic area.
The Phaeton struggled to climb up the hillside. God knows how many branches it scraped before it finally stopped in the grass with a creak.
At the entrance of the farmhouse in the distance, Ma Xiang looked up from the crowd and immediately rushed forward. "Yan Ge! — Oh, isn't this Lu — "
Yan Ji took Ma Xiang over. "Old Wei and Old Lu are not here, right?"
"No," Ma Xiang said inexplicably. "Boss Wei is remotely commanding the scene at the Municipal Bureau."
Yan Ji was relieved. He turned back and waved. "You can come down."
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