The kidnappers who were arrested denied that they were instigated by others. They only said that they heard that Ji Qingyan's family was rich, so they stole a car and kidnapped Ji Qingyan.
They just wanted to make some money to spend, and never thought of harming Ji Qingyan.
After all, transactions were all cash transactions at the moment, and unless someone saw the patron giving them money, there would be no evidence that they were being instigated.
The Public Security Bureau can only prosecute these few people in accordance with the law, and then the court sentences them to life imprisonment.
These people are all habitual offenders. They know that this matter is basically a matter of licking blood on the tip of a knife. They have collected the money anyway, so they are very calm.
The transportation from the detention center to the reform-through-labor camp is done by the oldest iron bus with iron bars and only one door at the front.
An iron gate was welded between the first row of seats and the second row to separate the driver, police officers and prisoners to prevent prisoners from attacking the police officers and drivers.
This car could have seated dozens of people, but only five people were seated on this trip.
In addition to the four people involved in the kidnapping, there was also a man who was as skinny as a monkey.
This man had long hair and looked like a wild man. He was locked up next to these four people last night.
I heard that this man was a gangster and was sentenced to two years. These four people were idle and laughed at him a lot at night.
"You're so wretched, and you're still acting like a hooligan."
"You should be castrated and then locked up."
"I was fucked by my brothers when I went to jail. Come and kowtow and call me grandpa, and we may still protect you."
"There's not much meat on the body, but Huahua has quite a lot of intestines."
The man remained silent all night, as if he were dead.
He had his head lowered all the time. As soon as he came up, he sat at the position closest to the iron door, holding his head and shrinking into a ball.
The four kidnappers passed by him and took turns laughing at him.
"Boy, don't be afraid, we won't do anything to you here."
"Look at how cowardly you are."
"Can we still eat you?"
"Not manly, shameful."
"Quiet. Unity and friendship. Everyone find a chair and sit down." The policeman shouted.
Those few people just shut up and sat down quietly.
The police handcuffed the hands of these prisoners to the armrests of the chairs in front of them, locked the iron door that separated them, and sat down next to the driver.
The car drove out of the county town and headed for the labor camp.
The thin prisoner spit out a slender piece of iron from his mouth, pried open the handcuffs, and then used the handcuffs to lock the iron door again.
The entire movement was completed in one go, taking less than five seconds.
The policeman touched his pocket and found that the key to the iron gate had disappeared. He quickly took out his gun, pointed it at the man and asked, "What are you going to do?!!"
The man smiled, said nothing, turned around and walked towards the bandit leader.
The bandit leader suddenly understood, struggled desperately, and shouted at the police: "Comrade police, help, he is here to kill us."
The car was still shaking violently through the iron gate, and the police comrades did not dare to shoot casually, so they could only scramble to find a way to open the door and ask the driver to stop.
The thin prisoner walked towards the bandit leader.
The bandit leader bowed and begged: "Uncle, we are ignorant and don't know your skills. It's all nonsense. Don't take it to heart. Please let me go. From now on, I will work for you..."
The man had a weird smile on his face and turned a deaf ear. He grabbed the bandit leader's hair with his left hand, inserted the tip of the iron piece into the bandit leader's carotid artery with his right hand, and made a quick left and right stroke. The strength of the hand and the accuracy of the strike are inversely proportional to the body shape.
Blood spurted out from the bandit leader's neck and splashed everywhere.
The bandit leader covered his neck, stared at the police and shouted vaguely: "Help, help!!"
The other three gangsters screamed in fright. One had wet his pants, one wanted to break his hand to get out of the handcuffs, and the other banged against the iron bars on the window desperately, even broke it open, and then jumped out. , but his hands were still cuffed to the armrests, so he could only hang in the car.
The man seemed to be taking his time, but within ten seconds he cut the carotid arteries of the other two people who were still sitting.
Finally, he walked to the window, grabbed the hair of the man hanging outside the car with one hand, and lifted him up. Then he raised and lowered his hands, cutting his blood vessels, and let go of his hand, letting the man fall down again.
Blood mist sprayed on the windows and car exterior, making the entire car appear a dazzling red.
Everything is done in three minutes.
The police comrades were completely bewildered by this man's ferocious and agile actions. They stared blankly at the horrific and unreal scene in front of them with their mouths wide open.
The car was filled with strange gasping sounds, struggling sounds, and increasingly fainter calls for help. There was also the person hanging outside who wanted to call for help or struggled, but couldn't make a sound and could only kick the outer shell of the car with his feet. The "dang-dang" sound sounded like a death knell.
The man threw the iron piece from the window under the car, threw the iron door key to the police, and then knelt down with his head in his hands: "I surrender, don't shoot."
Only then did the police comrades wake up from a dream, opened the door and rushed in, trembling.
The bandit leader had stopped moving, and the other two were still twitching.
The police handcuffed the thin man to a chair and immediately came to rescue him.
After trying this one, I already had no breath, so I could only help the other one cover his neck.
Even if these people are sent to the hospital immediately, there is nothing they can do to save their lives. They will end up with blood all over their bodies and hands...
The policeman gave up with a look of despair.
The gasps and calls for help gradually stopped, and the man outside finally stopped kicking the car.
Everything returned to deathly silence.
The thick iron smell filled the air.
But suddenly another strange, inappropriate sound sounded in the carriage, a long and peaceful snoring.
The policeman turned around and took a look.
The little man who had just killed four people was now asleep among the corpses he had just created that were not yet cold...
His stomach was churning, and the police officer hurriedly turned around and locked the iron door, ran out of the car with the driver, ran to the side of the road and vomited...
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When the car arrived at the prison, the warden immediately called the Public Security Bureau.
The Public Security Bureau asked them to keep the prisoner alone and immediately sent people over to investigate and interrogate him.
But the warden took the police comrades to the room where the prisoners were held, only to find that the room was empty. That person was as inexplicable as when he came.
The police comrade in charge of the escort said that after the prisoner committed the murder, he kept emphasizing that he had a grudge against the four, so he killed to vent his anger and had nothing to do with anyone else.
He should be a fugitive, with no criminal record and no idea where he came from. His name and other information were all reported to the police comrades by himself. So there is no way to trace it...
The Public Security Bureau could only ask the police escort to draw a portrait and post it to offer a reward. In fact, they know better than anyone else that such a person cannot be caught at all.
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Ji Qingtao knew that Tang Zhaonian must have found someone to do this.
He was very scared, not knowing what Tang Zhaonian would do to him. After much deliberation, it was not safe to stay in the country, so he might as well go out.
He bought a plane ticket and asked someone to find connections to expedite the visa application.
That day he took his luggage and went straight to the airport. He got off the car and entered the lobby. Just as he was about to reach the entrance, three people in white coats suddenly came up from both sides.
These three people were all very tall, and two of them couldn't help but grab Ji Qingtao's arms, one on the left and the other on the right, to prevent him from moving.
Another thief snatched Ji Qingtao's air ticket, visa and luggage.
"Oh, 0742. Why did you run out again? Make it easy for us to find you."
"How could you come to the airport? How dangerous it is."
"Be good, come back to the hospital with us, or we will give you an injection."
"Let me go." Ji Qingtao struggled to get away, so he could only shout to the people beside him, "I'm not crazy, help me. They want to kill me, Tang Zhaonian wants to kill me! My name is Ji Qingtao, the third eldest son of the Ji family in Jicheng City. Please help. I informed my family. You can also call the police. Please help me call the police!"
