Qi Taichu stood in front of Song Qiaoyu.
Now, there is no hiding his face. In addition to the special pair of eyes that everyone mentioned repeatedly, his appearance was quite eye-catching, with a high nose bridge and strong facial features. However, there was a scar on his cheek that was difficult to ignore, which gave him a more sinister look out of thin air.
Song Qiaoyu did know that the scar existed - there was such a description in the information given by his acquaintances. But there has never been a chance to verify it. After all, it is such a special appearance that it can be hidden under a mask.
"I thought I met an evil spirit crawling out of hell, but unexpectedly it turned out to be an insignificant bastard."
Song Qiaoyu remained silent, not bothered by being described as a bastard, watching Qi Taichu perform such a dangerous and ridiculous one-man show.
I don’t know who is more like an evil spirit now.
"I already have a hostage and I don't care about you." Qi Taichu put the pistol close to the hostage's head with a clean movement. With his other hand, he firmly suppressed the hostage who finally knew what fear was and said coldly. , "Where is that guy who is talking nonsense? Tell him to come out! If he doesn't show up, this thing will be dead. Tell him not to hide his head and show his tail, and come out to see me quickly."
In his eyes, the hostage is just a thing.
"Qi Taichu didn't want to escape directly, he had another purpose..." Lu Yao murmured on the other end of the earphone.
After taking a step back, Song Qiaoyu raised his hand to indicate that he did not have a firearm in his hand. Before he realized that something was wrong, he hid the pistol temporarily, at least to avoid the dilemma of being asked to use his bare hands.
Even as slow as he was, he discovered the problem.
Qi Taichu didn't want to escape at all, he wanted to face Tang Hua, because he had indeed taken the bait seriously, and even now he didn't have any doubts.
He believed that Tang Hua's handwriting was involved in this layout, and he has stuck to this judgment so far.
Judging from this perspective, he is also persistent enough and conceited enough - conceited that his judgment will not be wrong.
Even if he has to exchange his life for his life, even if his evil deeds are made public to the world, he will eliminate this person's existence. Before this, all the expectations were that Qi Taichu would be lured into the trap, and after realizing that he was surrounded, he would try to escape. But such a costly arrangement turned out to be just Qi Taichu's clumsy and desperate attempt to lure the snake out of its hole.
for a specific goal. His initial goal may have been to use his skills to hijack a police officer, but a weaker target would undoubtedly be more in line with his plan.
Tang Hua had far more influence on him than he imagined. At the same time, he also took Song Qiaoyu too lightly.
"Or is he really dead?"
Song Qiaoyu's expression was stagnant. After all, he didn't know how to respond, because this might also be an answer in Qi Taichu's eyes. As a person who is not very good at telling lies, he has a pretty good idea of where his abilities currently stand.
"That's not right." Qi Taichu rejected this answer himself and shook his head arrogantly, "He is the only one who knows those things!"
Conceit is also a kind of capital, whether it is for yourself or others. Qi Taichu still has some brains, but some of them are not thorough. There may be some problems in some areas, so that he gets to the bottom of things.
"You..." Song Qiaoyu did not dare to remain silent anymore. Her mind was filled with the contents of the books that she had temporarily poured into her mind over the past few days. She planned to try to speak from the perspective of a normal criminal police officer, so that Qi Taichu could relax his vigilance, think for a while, and said in a deep voice. , "Calm down, don't be impulsive, think about...think about your family?"
This kind of words came out of his mouth. Although the words were clear and serious, there was an inexplicable dissonance. In such a scene, it seems even more embarrassing.
This is absolutely the wrong answer.
If he takes the exam, he must be the student who wrote "returning and leaning on his staff and sighing" after "going out to Yangtian University". He also feels that "the correspondence is neat and tidy" and is extremely good. If it weren't for the military school's score line and his extra points in sports that prevented this man from working too hard on Chinese, he would probably be the type of student that Chinese teachers have the most trouble with, and he would be unforgettable even after a few more years of teaching.
His reaction when he was in a hurry was all based on instinct, using techniques learned from books without any emotion - normal techniques would be fine, but he was not normal.
"Brother Song!" The savior's voice finally came from the earphones, and Lu Yao almost figured out the situation, "Stop talking and turn on your phone. I'll call you now. Remember to turn on the external speaker!"
Song Qiaoyu agreed very much. She had never been so partial to her mobile phone that she didn't bother to touch except reading e-books. Her movements were faster than assembling firearms that she had practiced thousands of times, almost breaking the limits of the human body.
Qi Taichu, who was standing opposite him, had no time to react.
"It turns out he's not a bastard." Qi Taichu frowned when he saw the scene in front of him.
Pulling out a mobile phone can arouse the other person's vigilance. If Lu Yao saw it with his own eyes, he would have to take another seven or eight rainbow farts. But Song Qiaoyu was not in the mood to be flattered, and didn't know how to react.
"Your name is Qi Taichu, right?" Lu Yao's voice came from the microphone.
"Who are you? I want to find the guy who posted this online and tell him to come out!"
Lu Yao paused deliberately, glanced at Tang Qian who was sitting beside him, looked at the young man who had made up his mind to watch the show, shrugged, and then spoke himself.
"We don't know about this. Brother, I suddenly received a call saying that there are clues to a murder case in this place. It will be difficult for our police to handle it, okay?" Lu Yao also learned the tricks of acting and said in an extremely serious tone.
Qi Taichu seemed to regard this kind of rhetoric as expected perfunctory, and said coldly: "You think I don't know that you can immediately find out the account IP for real-name authentication? Don't pretend to be stupid!"
Lu Yao then acted rogue: "Okay! You are using strong words to make sense. Who told you that you would be able to find out, eh? The police are not gods, so I will tell you what we know..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Qi Taichu finally couldn't bear it any longer and yelled, "Say what you have to say, or I'll kill this thing!"
"We looked for it and found that the IP address was not in China. It should have been set up with multiple virtual machines and the signal was relayed many times. I don't know if you understand this concept. It means creating a simulator-like device in the computer. , and then put another device in the device..." Lu Yao spoke at a slow pace, but the advantage was that there were a few intermittent interruptions, which made the originally small words suddenly expand a lot, and the posture was almost To hypnotize people.
In order to get an answer, Qi Taichu was actually not in the mood to move around. He could only listen attentively and regard the words of this verbose police officer as a habitual norm.
Combined with Lu Yao's previous speaking style, it didn't seem too abrupt.
"Then, regarding the real-name aspect, we have also done very detailed work, and guess what?" Lu Yao compiled with great interest, "The real-name ID card is an old man! When I called, I was still talking to the next door The old man and old lady were playing mahjong, and when they played mahjong, they heard a sound like a landslide and a tsunami in the distance: "Oh!"
I'm over ninety years old, so I definitely wouldn't say that. At first, we thought that the old man’s grandchildren used his ID card to register an account to play games developed by the same company, and played a prank on the way, which led to such a dramatic result. Then after investigation, we found that there was a lonely old man and an old man. I live alone, my daughter is overseas, and my grandson can’t even speak Chinese! "
"...So?" Qi Taichu finally couldn't bear it anymore, and his tone could almost be heard as manic.
"So..." Lu Yao looked at the watch calmly, checked the text information, and estimated that the delay time was almost up, thinking that the story could almost be concluded, "This is either done by the old man's privacy protection I didn’t show my ID card to others and used it as a scapegoat, or some weird website got infected by a virus and leaked the photo of my ID card, but I couldn’t find it on the person! Naturally, I don’t know..."
Before she finished speaking, Song Qiaoyu, who was holding her mobile phone and listening to Lu Yao's story, felt the noise in the still-connected earphones, which seemed to be a knock.
Song Qiaoyu instantly understood that Lu Yao was reminding him. Support should have arrived.
He didn't know where the person who came was now, but he knew that since he had received the reminder, it was time to take the initiative. His attention focused on two things again.
The gun in Qi Taichu's hand, and the nearby movements mixed in with the conversation.
Time flows quietly, and compared to the eye-catching chatter, the little changes hidden in the environment are almost inaudible.
But Qi Taichu is also a person with battlefield intuition after all. At a certain moment, he seemed to feel the presence of danger, and his pupils suddenly shrank. No longer caring about Lu Yao's words, he turned around and tried to avoid the coming danger.
Bullets come faster than movement.
Although he did not hit the target, which was Qi Taichu's gun-holding hand, the direction of the bullet hit made Qi Taichu unable to avoid it. It just brushed the shoulder supporting his dominant hand, causing a hideous wound in an instant, and blood oozed out. out, dripping to the ground.
Qi Taichu was in pain, but he did not scream, nor did he let go completely. Instead, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and decisively raised the pistol with his other hand.
It is more difficult to shoot with your non-dominant hand within a short distance, but for people who have been exposed to such dangerous things for a long time, the probability of success is much greater than the probability of failure.
At the same time, the less popular hostage also broke free from his restraints and wanted to escape with a frightened expression, not even caring to see the black hole of the gun behind his head.
But besides the shooter, the person who was shot, and the hostage who was trying to escape on his own, there was another person present.
Song Qiaoyu had already taken advantage of Qi Taichu's pause in pain to arrive a few meters in front of him. He bypassed the possible trajectory of the bullet and captured Qi Taichu's arm, ensuring that the trajectory would never pass through the hostage's head and turn upward.
Everything happens in a flash of lightning.
Because of this, the chance of success is reduced to zero.
Boom!
The pistol fell to the ground. With one hand injured and being approached by a monster like Song Qiaoyu, even the always conceited Qi Taichu could not move for the time being.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
From the direction where the bullets flew, a familiar voice filled Qi Taichu's mind, accompanied by very regular footsteps.
He wanted to turn around and look over, but found that the "bastard fish that was later denied" that restrained him exerted a little more force, making his wound more painful, so he had to turn his head.
A man wearing a black sleeveless shirt with white edges walked slowly from there. Seeing Qi Taichu's embarrassed state with his own eyes, he felt a little funny for a moment.
"Who told you that we didn't dare to shoot? It's just that we didn't have the time." Liu Che looked at the appearance of his old enemy for a few more times. He had no expression and his tone was as calm as answering a question.
The helper who came over looked like a flashy gangster, the person who captured the opponent looked even more restrained and ferocious, and the person who was being held down was even more hateful. The scene looked like an internal communication within the underworld, and it didn't look like anything at all. Good people.
The frightened former hostage on the ground seemed a bit out of place and should be removed from the scene.
