Ten o'clock late at night.

The boss of a large listed company with assets of more than 100 million yuan is not so good. Lin Youyuan is still in the conference room with representatives of foreign companies over a tens of millions of projects.

You come and I talk, chattering, it's so lively.

The other party has been in China for more than half a month, and Jingtai is responsible for eating and drinking and Lhasa. He often takes care of five-star hotels, high-end sushi, and takes a bath and plays golf when he is fine. All Jingtai is doing their best.

Unexpectedly, the other party would not even give up 0.1% of the profit, and had to make them prepay the initial capital.

Lin Youyuan brows brows, sips a sip of tea to moisturize his throat, and reduces the pressure by the way.

At this moment, the secretary knocked on the door and walked in hastily: "Mr. Lin..."

He raised his eyebrows, suppressing his anger: "What's the matter?"

The secretary looked at the other people who had stopped discussing, leaned down, lowered his voice and said in his ear: "Miss she..."

He sits alone in the main seat, and the other employees sit far away.

The secretary turned on the tablet and handed it to his eyes: "It was sent to your mailbox five minutes ago."

The scene was completely silent. Lin Wei was **** with iron chains on all fours and hung in the air like a dead dog. He even had a thumb-thick chain around his neck, his head was scattered, and his body was covered in blood.

Lin Youyuan popped a few words from his teeth: "It's useless, useful, east, west."

"Mr. Lin, what should I do now?" The secretary swallowed, with a look of panic on his face.

Lin Youyuan took a sip from his teacup, closed the tablet and handed it to him like an ordinary report.

"What do you do, don't say one hundred million, there is no one."

Obviously there are representatives of foreign companies who can speak Chinese. After understanding this sentence, they became a little fidgeted. This hit Lin Youyuan's arms. He waved his hand to signal the secretary to withdraw and continue to discuss business.

The secretary walked out the door, the more he thought about it, the more he became afraid, and turned around, seeing the time passing by every minute, less than two hours before the kidnapper's stipulated ransom payment.

He gritted his teeth, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and reported to the police: "Hey, is the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau? My Jingtai Group reported the case..."

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Since the start of the action, Feng Jianguo has been standing in front of the big screen in the training room for a whole day without eating or drinking.

Seeing that they had reached the downstairs of the hospital, Song Yuhang pressed the intercom: "One group, two groups, three groups, guard the stairs, ready for fire support at any time."

"Snipers occupy the commanding heights."

A head popped out of the console on the opposite beach playground: "The sniper is in place."

"Four groups, five groups, six groups, alternate forward, and search for a tactical formation with me."

Several special police officers armed with explosion-proof shields rushed up. Song Yuhang held a gun and leaned against the wall, the hair under the helmet was all wet.

A group of people marched silently against the root of the wall.

The peripheral drones transmitted real-time images back to the city bureau, and Feng Jianguo also sweated for them.

"Ju Feng, it's not good!" someone rushed in and shouted.

Without turning his head, he subconsciously yelled, "Who the **** is not good?! Will he speak auspicious words at the critical moment of the action?"

The little police officer pierced in with his computer in his arms, panicking, and forgot to respect: "No...no...Lin...Lin's forensic doctor is not good!!"

As soon as Duan Cheng poured tea for Feng Jianguo, he saw him push the computer in front of him and swallowed his mouth: "Jingtai Group just came to report the case. Forensic Doctor Lin was kidnapped and missing and demanded a high ransom. This is a video sent by the kidnappers. ."

The screen was turned on, and the people in the training room stopped their work unanimously.

It was impossible to tell where it was from the background alone, and Lin Fan didn't say a word. It was not that she didn't want to say it, but that she couldn't say it at all.

A thumb-thick iron chain was wrapped around his neck, his head hung in the air, a knife stuck in his shoulder, and he didn't know whether it was dead or alive.

From this picture alone, even an old detective like Feng Jianguo with decades of investigative experience could not see any clues.

At the end of the email, the ransom demanded by the kidnappers was one hundred million, one hundred million!

Feng Jianguo paced back and forth, pinching his eyebrows fiercely, he turned around abruptly, grabbed the teacup in Duan Cheng's hand, and fell to the ground.

Tea splashes, broken porcelain is everywhere, and no one dares to make a sound.

Feng Jianguo gasped: "You can really pick a time, pay 100 million, why don't you go to grab the bank?!"

At a critical moment in the arrest operation, almost the entire Jiangcheng viable police force was on the front line, let alone a criminal police team, he can't even get a field team now!

Zhang Jinhai watched this video, and it took him a long time to retrieve his vocal cords, stammering: "Will... or tell Team Song... let her transfer some people back."

Feng Jianguo paced back and forth with his hand in his hand, and categorically denied his suggestion: "No, you can't let her be distracted. It has not been determined that the two cases are connected. She is tired of her life, and so is everyone else's. We can't take this risk. ."

That being said, Lin Youyuan is already over 60 years old this year. Regardless of his marriage to Qin, it is impossible to have any more children without accident.

As the only heir to the Lin family, Lin Wei is also the CEO of Jingtai Future. Her life is worth a lot of money, otherwise the secretary would not come to report the case.

"Are the people from Jingtai here?"

"Here, waiting in the reception room."

"Block the news first. You can't reveal half a word about this matter. The technicians immediately analyze the video location and the other party's server. Be fast!"

After all, **** is still old and spicy.

Feng Jianguo put on a wide-brimmed hat and strode out: "Just come, I'll ask myself."

After Feng Jianguo left, Duan Cheng approached Zheng Chengrui: "Old Zheng...Lin Forensic...she...she..."

Zheng Chengrui knocked on the keyboard, sweating his head: "It can't be decoded. The background is the warehouse of the warehouse. There is no reference at all. There must be hundreds of warehouses like this in Jiangcheng."

Duan Cheng was also in a hurry. He walked around and slammed on his shoulder: "Or, let's tell Team Song, I think she will definitely have a way."

Zheng Chengrui glanced at him, pushed the person down, and lowered his voice: "Are you crazy? Are you still thinking about not taking the civil service exam? Didn't you hear what Feng Ju said? I can't reveal a word."

Duan Cheng was choked: "I..."

"But...but..." He is also anxious like an ant on a hot pot. Although Forensic Doctor Lin is a nasty, venomous and violent person, everyone can learn a lot every time he sees her for an autopsy. , Do you just watch her miss the time to pay the ransom and die in vain?

This Lin family is also true, sitting on hundreds of millions of fortunes, but even a mere billion is reluctant to give it away.

Duan Cheng was in a hurry here, but Feng Jianguo knew that this was not the first time for the Lin family.

As soon as he entered the reception room and saw that it was the secretary instead of Lin Youyuan himself, he felt a little bit in his heart.

"Please sit down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the secretary stood up, and talked a long list without waiting for him to speak.

"Hello Feng, I am the Secretary-General of Lin Dong, who is here to deal with this matter on behalf of Jingtai Group plenipotentiary. We really can't get the 100 million yuan. We have just completed the second round of financing this year..."

He had heard this rhetoric several years ago.

The furious people in the training room maintained the dignity that a city-level public security chief should have when facing outsiders.

Feng Jianguo didn't bother with him: "The kidnappers sent an email at 9:30. You only reported the case at 10:10? Now there is less than one and a half hours left before the exchange of ransom. Where do you want me to find someone for you?"

The secretary kept wiping the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief: "Ashamed, ashamed, Lin Dong is in a meeting, really, really... I can only ask the police comrades, the police comrades."

Before he finished speaking, the computer screen of the technician next to him lit up.

"Ju Feng, the kidnapper has sent another message."

Lin Youyuan watched Lin Nian being tortured in the picture. She was dragged by her hair and slammed into the water. She struggled desperately, the iron chain dragged on the ground and the wound on her shoulder began to ooze blood again. The original clear water was dyed light red.

She clenched her teeth without saying a word, and was pulled by her hair again. The opponent grabbed a white powder from the side and sprinkled it on her wound.

The secretary covered his eyes and was frightened: "This...what is this?"

He soon knew.

The rough salt stone particles were deeply embedded in the flesh, and the blood melted. Lin was so sick that he couldn't bear it anymore, and he screamed from deep in his throat.

Lin Youyuan closed the computer, closed his eyes, and sat alone in the dark conference room with his brows beating lightly.

"Fuck you!" The man also roared in his throat, his voice was hoarse and gravel, and he slapped her face with a slap.

Lin Fan still didn't let go, biting his arm until he pressed her head against the wall, again and again, and the sound of "bang, bang, bang" echoed in the warehouse.

A large blood stain was quickly left on the wall, and Lin Fan bit a piece of meat from his arm when he fell down.

The man was so painful that he kicked her chest fiercely. He dragged her hair forward, leaving stains of blood wherever he dragged it.

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"Ten million, no more." He still talked to Feng Jianguo on the phone.

There was silence for a moment: "Aren't you afraid that the kidnappers will actually tear up the ticket?"

"Fear." Lin Youyuan said bluntly: "I am even more afraid of the loss of people and money. I don't want to repeat what happened twenty-six years ago, so I can only give 10 million, and the rest is up to you."

Feng Jianguo rubbed his eyebrows, and stood by the window almost swearing: "You businessmen always want to maximize the benefits and minimize the risks. Don't forget how Lin Cheng died."

Lin Youyuan didn’t smile and said, “One Lin Cheng is dead, there is Lin Wei, and Lin Ge is dead, and Lin Ge is dead. No matter what, I can adopt one from the orphanage and I can be named Lin, but Jingtai has only one. If I give out this billion today, many subsidiaries will have to go bankrupt, tens of thousands of employees will have to be laid off, Lin Wei can die, and Jingtai must live."

With the butterfly effect, Lin Wei was just the fuse. Just after the second round of financing, the green and yellow were not accepted, and it was the economic depression and the cold winter of the market. The capital released could not be recovered for a while.

This billion is really hurting one's muscles and bones. He can't take this risk and take Jingtai as a bet.

"Hurry up, hurry up, decipher the ip address, Lao Zheng, Lao Zheng!"

Duan Cheng just got a big horn beside him to cheer for him.

Zheng Chengrui was already fat, and he was sweating profusely when he got angry. His hands were so slippery that he couldn't hold the mouse, and he failed after a few clicks.

He took a deep breath and started over.

Duan Cheng stared at the progress bar, and Fang Xin looked anxiously at the computer screen.

90%, 93%, 95%, 99%...100%!

The group held their breath—

After a brief silence, a line of garbled characters floated on the screen.

Zheng Chengrui threw the glasses on the table and shook his head decadently: "No, the server outside the country can't resolve it."

Duan Cheng hit the table with a fist, his eyes were red: "Fuck! Then... what should I do now..."

Fang Xin loosened his biting finger and stood up with a rub: "We can't sit here and wait for death. We have to look for clues to see how Forensic Doctor Lin disappeared."

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"Om—" The phone attached to the meat shook. Song Yuhang didn't care, and rushed into an empty house. The laser beam from the muzzle penetrated through the layers of fog and shot back and forth.

She raised her hand: "Safe, no target was found, retreat."

"Om—" The phone shook again.

Song Yuhang felt tight, thinking of the phone that Lin Wei had just hung up, his pace was slow, and he motioned to the special police captain to take the lead, put his gun on his back, and took out the phone from his trouser pocket.

Two videos.

When she clicked on it, she went crazy, bit off her tactical glove, and called Feng Ju.

The other party also yelled, "I'm so **** distraught, are you coming to question me?! Who can stop her as a big person like Lin Fan, the ghost knows why she's going!"

Song Yuhang lowered his voice and took a deep breath, his heart was strangling pain: "How long is the time until the ransom is agreed?"

"One hour."

She couldn't help groaning out: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

The group of people looked back at her one after another. Song Yuhang took off his helmet and night vision goggles, unplugged the communication microphone from his ears, turned around and ran down.

"Team Song, Team Song..." Feng Jianguo yelled when others came to stop her.

"Song Yuhang, can you be a **** promise?! Don't forget the military order you just made with me! You have to take the responsibility to protect the entire Jiangcheng city, now? You just want to be a deserter for the sake of a Lin Wei Don’t forget, you are the highest commander on the scene, are you correct your police rank?!"

Song Yuhang squeezed the broken hair on his forehead, turned around, took a few deep breaths, and forced himself to calm down: "Then Lin Fan? Who will protect Lin Fan?! She is also in danger of life! "

Feng Jianguo paused before saying: "We are already on the way to exchange the ransom."

"How much does the kidnapper cost?"

"One hundred million."

"Where is the Lin family?"

"I only gave ten million."

Song Yuhang almost broke his teeth: "Isn't this **** nonsense?!"

"When you encounter Lin Wei, you always seem to be particularly prone to mood swings, Song Yuhang, don't say that I am unkind. If you don't give you a chance, you can come back to rescue her, provided that you either bring the suspect to justice. Law, or take off your police uniform and come back to see the righteousness, you choose your own choice."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yuhang was silent for a long time, and the others dispersed long ago and continued to search the entire hospital.

She pressed her head against the cold wall and clicked on the two videos to watch them again. When Lin Fan screamed because of her pain, she also burst into tears.

She knew why Lin Fan had left the team privately. It must be because she found similar suspicious points to the Chunan case during the autopsy. Only this reason was enough to make her go to the murderer and seek revenge without notifying herself.

The "White Whale Case" and the "Fenyang Wharf Broken Body Case" have similarities and many differences, but whether the murderer is alone or not, Song Yuhang thinks, they can't get rid of him.

The most urgent thing is to find the murderer, and Lin Tiong is not far away.

Chen Chunan is her weakness, then she will be her armor.

Song Yuhang wiped a tear, sucked his nose, put on his helmet, fastened the buckle quickly, and ran upstairs when he lifted the gun.

Lin Wei, wait for me.

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"There is still no one to rescue you." The blood flowed into the eyes, making the blurred vision even harder to see.

The man who beat her disappeared, and she was hung in the air again, only to hear a cold, unfeeling mechanical sound.

Lin Nian curled his lips slightly and smiled sarcastically.

But after that, she couldn't laugh anymore.

"You come hit me, bitch, idiot, big idiot!" The familiar voice instantly pulled her back to the afternoon twenty-six years ago. The boy kicked her to the ground with one foot, stepped on her chest, broke her fingers, took out the two dollars she was holding tightly in his hand, and tore them to pieces.

"Bah, **** wants to take my father's money too, are you worthy?! As cheap as your mother, get out!" The ten-year-old boy was already strong like a chubby pier, and kicked her against the wall with one kick.

Lin Nian landed his head on the ground, and when he woke up again, he and Lin Cheng were tied together, drop by drop on her face from the ceiling.

Before she recovered, the man wearing the mask slapped her with a whip.

"Cry, cry for me! The louder you cry, the better. Let your rich dad see how his sons and daughters are tortured by Lao Tzu."

The whip was in pain, and Lin Cheng was crying loudly, but Lin Wei was already used to it, gritted his teeth and kept silent.

"Oh, it's kind of stubborn, the small face is cute, that's the look..." The man lifted her chin and looked around.

"Her fierce."

After that, he drew his eye sharply with a whip.

Lin Nian closed his eyes and trembled all over, tears streaming down unconsciously, but he still didn't howl.

The man came with interest: "Don't be a dumb."

The accomplice agreed: "Good dumb, good dumb, I can't speak anyway. I just stripped off to show his dad, and let us see how the daughter of this rich family is different from our poor."

There was a sound of tearing clothes.

Lin Yan's eyes were cracking, and the voice seemed to come from all directions, and returned to her ears pervasively through the echo of the warehouse.

Her hands and feet were tied, unable to block her ears, her eyes were getting redder and red, and she roared, and the words she uttered were mixed with broken breath.

"You...who are you? Come out... come out!"

"It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that you are dying. No one came to save you when you were young. It's the same when you grow up."

"Lin Nian, Lin Nian, how sad you are."

The smooth mechanical sound unexpectedly uttered a sigh, which was terrifying for no reason.

Lin Nian was hung in the air, turning his neck with difficulty, and his whole body hurt when he pulled a hair. The blood on his head kept flowing down, irritating his eyes and causing pain.

She pulled her arm, the chain rattled, and Lin Yan narrowed her eyes slightly: "It's not that easy to want me to die. I always rely on myself and never rely on others."

The voice "chuckled" and laughed, as if talking against the root of the tooth, like the emotionless, pale and weak voice made by a game NPC. For a while, Lin Fan couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, or not a human at all.

"Look at your current situation. This iron chain drops six centimeters every five minutes. After half an hour, if I don't see the ransom at the agreed place, no one will come back to save you~"

As soon as the words "it" fell, he dragged Lin Fan's iron chain down suddenly, and a sense of weightlessness struck him. Lin Fan closed his eyes slightly, but was caught by an invisible force again.

The water was sparkling, and she was suspended above the transparent glass tank.

Lin Yan's pupils shrank, and the voice rang again.

"Well, our clever Forensic Doctor Lin does the calculations by himself, how far is it from the water, how long it will take to suffocate, and whether they will come~"