"Room 301 on the third floor, No. 411, Nancheng Street, Linjiang District."
The urgent call was short and straight to the point. Song Qiaoyu put the phone on speakerphone. Lu Yao, who was listening to the call, raised his head from immersed in filtering out a list of possible addresses and paused in surprise.
"Can you ask this?" She was a little unbelievable, but her movements did not stop due to surprise. She temporarily put aside the temporary intrusion and investigation of surveillance cameras in various places.
Either one is a tough nut to crack, that's for sure.
But now there is no time to imagine what Liang An did to get this address. There is only one most important problem that needs to be corrected.
There are so many possibilities that it has been frustrating for a while, especially at critical moments. Lu Yao is the only remaining main force in this situation. Time is too tight. A gun-wielding suspect poses too great a threat to this city. It is too late to pursue the case in detail.
Even if Liang An provided them with the suspect's identity from the beginning, it would be difficult to track the person's whereabouts in a short period of time. They had originally planned to investigate one by one as quickly as possible and use some time to screen out possible targets on a large scale. The existing manpower was also dispersed to screen out the most likely places, including the lucky one.
This kind of kidnapping is not a situation where numbers alone can create an advantage. Once the suspect opens fire, it's too late. Hostages will be killed in an instant, such is the power of the simplest thermal weapon of modern times.
Song Qiaoyu made a quick decision, and the vehicle started almost completely within a few seconds.
"This place... was Meng Shanshan's former home."
The fluorescent light from the laptop screen shone on the girl's face, and Lu Yao looked serious: "It no longer belongs to her family, but... it is in an abandoned state, and there are no residents living in it. It is indeed possible. It's just from over there. Intelligence is a question of whether it is reliable or not.”
But reliability is not a consideration at this critical juncture.
The hostage may die at any time, and the decision only depends on the thought of the person who takes him away.
"That's...the place where the shooting occurred?" Song Qiaoyu finally thought of something and her eyes froze.
The story of the vengeful woman will always be the center of attention.
Even if he has been bathed in gunfire, it is difficult not to be touched by this tortuous story, let alone a person who lives in a peaceful society.
"Meng Shanshan died in the fountain, and Meng Shanshan's father died in that place." Lu Yao closed his eyes briefly, "If I were asked to choose the most meaningful place, I would also choose... the so-called 'legendary' one. place."
"Show me the map." Song Qiaoyu suddenly spoke.
Lu Yao was stunned for a moment, watching Song Qiaoyu park the car on the side of the road, exchange places with the auxiliary police officer in the back seat, and sit next to him.
The latest version of the map has the function of real-life display. It's daytime now, and the 3D images on the left and right of the street view can barely capture the outline, but it's not comprehensive.
Lu Yao squinted and roughly judged the location of the specific address.
"This is the building." She glanced at the many complicated patterns. "The corridor is on the outside, right next to the window sill outside. This photo should have been taken in the past two years, but the layout must have remained the same. It has always been old-fashioned. Private houses—probably because of the case, this neighborhood is considered a haunted house and is quite difficult to sell. Naturally, there is no need for repairs."
Song Qiaoyu said nothing, looking at the picture that Lu Yao crossed over, giving him a view of the other side of the street.
"I think the condition of the windows is not optimistic. After all, no one is cleaning them." Lu Yao frowned, "Linjiang District is close to the suburbs and there are many mosquitoes. This kind of place has been abandoned for a long time. Not to mention dust on the glass, it is probably covered with spider webs and birds. Shit... a haunted house, no one lives in it, and no one should be cleaning it.”
In Linjiang District, it is also a street with very old decoration and few people living there. The bungalows nearby have begun to show signs of this. Even if there are street lights nearby, you can only see gray reflections on the windows on the roadside, and there are some unknown white spots in the most remote places.
And their destination is exactly the place most likely to be deserted - a haunted house where two people died. It seems to be very suitable for producing the evil spirits in the ghosts and legends that people fear most, and naturally they are also the most likely to arouse the taboos of others.
Because of this, Lu Yao's worries are not without reason.
She smacked her lips and thought of the "grand occasion" at the deserted villa in the villa area where Li Liejun was located.
It seems that from the beginning to the end, they are fighting against the past.
"The place is easy to choose." Song Qiaoyu suddenly said, "If that person is inside the door, as long as the view here is enough, there will be no problem."
He pointed to a part of the building.
Lu Yao identified them, counted the specific windows and wrote them down, so that he knew them well.
"Height and body shape data of the two people..." Song Qiaoyu directed Lu Yao to call up some potentially useful data in case of emergency.
He rarely faced such incidents.
It is necessary not only to ensure the safety of the hostages, but also to make the suspect lose the ability to shoot as much as possible - rather than directly killing him.
"In other words, if she doesn't compromise or relaxes, will she be led to this position..." Lu Yao murmured, "Brother Shao is on his way. He should have experience in this."
But instructing someone who is at the end of her rope and who always has a reminder of her current status in her hand to do something... is easier said than done?
Just imagining it made it difficult for her to make a decision.
Humans are unpredictable creatures, and unlike anyone else, she has an exaggerated understanding of certain people and can even completely influence their actions.
"It's not impossible if the light is enough to illuminate a clear figure, but the error in this situation is too large. It's best if she is in the room. She can be prepared in advance as long as she approaches quietly." Song Qiaoyu gritted her teeth, "But if That person was just about to review the crime scene, and happened to be holding a gun outside the door..."
It's a pity that things don't always go as one wishes.
Reports came from people who were already nearby, and it did seem like there were voices inside, still negotiating.
One man and one woman, as expected.
The sound of their conversation echoed in the corridor, so only a few words could be caught by those who stayed nearby and did not dare to act rashly.
"The verbal exchange was not intense?" Song Qiaoyu frowned and listened to Lu Yao's narration, "Maybe that Xue Chen has two brushes and can temporarily stabilize the situation, and it may not be so difficult to handle."
"There is another possibility." Lu Yao, who has always been the most casual, did not relax at all, and his thoughts were not optimistic. "She must have some conspiracy to deal with Xue Chen without being at the fountain."
Picture what?
The only relationship that exists is hatred. Even if it is just to divert attention to avoid the pursuers arriving early, it is really a lot of trouble.
Why not kill Xue Chen there?
In that case, there might even be a possibility of escape, as long as all nearby surveillance can be monitored and no trace left behind.
Take it to a remote and meaningful place...
"Because... this is where the bad luck begins." Lu Yao suddenly widened his eyes and murmured, "In addition to location, there is also time! Meng Shanshan's father, Meng Chaoyang, according to the witness's confession, the time of death was at night... …Nine sixteen, but it’s not there yet.”
At 9:16, the first gunfire rang out.
A boundary between sleep and wakefulness.
A gunshot broke all semblance of silence.
The playful children had not yet fallen asleep, and the suspicious wives were still angry. What caught their attention was the earth-shattering loud noise.
Everything changed at that moment. The apparent warmth of another family was also completely destroyed, leaving only the corpses of the deceased.
It is exactly the same as Chen Feng’s family destruction, and even has a more eye-catching follow-up.
Because of the remaining sins, the unresolved grievances, and countless negative emotions gathered together, the child who was a devil fell into the abyss as a matter of course, just like it was his fate.
The resentment that had settled for a long time was finally ignited, and a suitable time and place was needed to pay tribute at all costs. This is the result of any guidance, and it is also the reason why he confidently stated that his mission was completed.
This story, or in other words, this prisoner who hides his traces and is ready to act, is the work that finally satisfies him.
Because of this, the Avengers want to find this time and let everything end as before - just as the man expected. This moment may even have been rehearsed countless times in that person's mind.
Song Qiaoyu looked at her watch, "If this is really the reason, then time is running out."
He couldn't even wait for Shao Zi to arrive at the scene.
That was a murderer with long-standing resentment.
A person who should be resentful after discovering a grudge relationship and can muster the last courage.
Meng Shanshan's mother, witness to two murders.
Like Meng Shanshan, she heard the gunshot that broke the night.
The signal that turns on all nightmares in the future.
Then, after losing her beloved daughter again more than ten years later, how will she feel?
How will she react after learning the identity of the murderer?
If everything urges her to seek revenge, she even has an existing model to emulate—the woman whose story is told again and again after murdering her husband. The young Meng Shanshan was just a child, so she must have been trembling when facing the two cold corpses, and just like the woman who took revenge in the first place, she made the call to the police. How would she feel at that time?
After any induction, what decision will she make?
"If Shao Zi can't arrive," Song Qiaoyu turned to Lu Yao, who was still staring at the computer screen and didn't know what to think, "I ask you a question, is it okay for you?"
There is no more time to wait, whether it is waiting for Shao Zi or the negotiation expert.
The murderer has a fixed target, so convincing her is as difficult as going to heaven.
Without someone leading the woman to a designated location, there was no way to disarm her using some unusual weapon. For a sniper, vision is undoubtedly one of the most important weapons.
This is a trust that holds one life... no, even two lives.
Lu Yao raised his head.
Her eyes flickered, and the hand that closed the tablet trembled a little, as if she was unstable. She tried to force herself to calm down, and finally took a deep breath.
