0088 Selection

Song Ning sat in the reception room of the Public Security Bureau.

The policewoman poured a cup of hot water and placed it in Song Ning's hand, comforting her: "You did a great job, promptly calling the police after you learned about the recording. My colleagues have already checked the surveillance footage and are tracking the car the perpetrator drove away in. I believe we'll have news soon. Don't worry, we will do our best to rescue your brother."

Song Ning nodded and asked, "Did you find his phone?"

The policewoman glanced at her; the girl had remained calm since she entered the room.

If it weren't for that recording, she would have thought that the person who was kidnapped was just someone who was unrelated to her.

They wouldn't consider them family at all.

"The phone hasn't been found yet, but our technical team is tracking it," the policewoman said.

Song Ning remained silent.

She looked down at the water in the glass.

How can that person contact her?

Before handing the recording over to the police, she cut out the latter part, just in case the police couldn't find him and she could wait for news from Fu Cong.

If Fu Cong wants her to go find him alone, he will definitely not let Shen Yuxiu die...

Song Ning secretly bit her back teeth.

Even if he were just a corpse, she would still go; Fu Cong absolutely must not know this.

Since he used him to threaten her, it means he knows that Shen Yuxiu is very important to her, but he probably doesn't know him well enough, otherwise he wouldn't have given Shen Yuxiu time to retaliate.

but……

Since Shen Yuxiu hired someone to protect her, why didn't he hire someone to protect himself? Did he think Fu Cong's target was her, or was it him...?

Just as Song Ning was about to make an excuse to go to the restroom and call Jiang Xisheng to ask him to help find someone, Shen Xiaoyue arrived, looking travel-worn.

Shen Xiaoyue was much calmer and more composed than Song Ning, radiating a powerful and reassuring aura. It seemed that as long as he was there, Shen Yuxiu would be safe.

Upon seeing Shen Xiaoyue, the wall that Song Ning had just built instantly cracked. She put down her paper cup, stood up, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Dad."

Shen Xiaoyue patted Song Ning on the shoulder: "You have to trust the people's police, he'll be fine."

An emotional breakdown can happen in an instant.

Song Ning held back the tears welling up in her eyes and hummed in response.

He'll be alright, he definitely will!

"Don't let your mother know for now, so she won't worry." Shen Xiaoyue wanted to smile at her, but he couldn't manage a smile right now.

Song Ningying replied, "Okay."

Shen Xiaoyue looked at Song Ning with a sense of foreboding.

Fu Cong's target might not necessarily be his son, but more likely Song Ning. Now that his son has been taken away by Fu Cong, he's worried that Song Ning might also get into trouble, given her personality.

Shen Xiaoyue turned to the policewoman and said, "Stay with her, don't leave her alone."

The policewoman said, "Don't worry."

After Shen Xiaoyue left, the policewoman told Song Ning to go to the lounge to rest, and Song Ning agreed.

The lounge is decorated the same as a standard hotel room, with a double bed and a shower room, very simply.

Song Ning took off her coat and asked the policewoman, "Can I take a shower before I go to sleep?"

The policewoman was puzzled; how could she possibly be thinking about taking a shower at a time like this?

She glanced at the third-floor window and agreed.

This is the third floor, and Song Ning probably can't leave either, so the policewoman closed the door and stood guard outside.

Song Ning took out her phone from her coat, went into the shower room, and turned on the shower and faucet.

After she made three calls, Jiang Xisheng's irritable and gloomy voice finally came through the other end: "What is it? Speak quickly!"

“Shen Yuxiu has been taken away by Fu Cong.” Song Ning held back her sobs for a moment before she could speak. “I beg you, find him by any means necessary and bring him back safely.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

His tone softened slightly, but it was still menacing: "Our people are tracking his location. Xiao Yi is here too. The police should have received the news by now. Just take care of yourself. I will definitely bring him back alive."

What is the positioning?

Isn't Shen Jiayi living in another city?

What does it mean that the police received the message?

Hearing Jiang Xisheng's words, Song Ning had many questions in her mind, but there was one thing she was certain of.

That means they had anticipated this and made preparations for it.

Song Ning's vision went black, her chest heaved, and an idea suddenly popped into her head.

In an instant, she understood.

She wanted to scream and demand answers, to ask what they had done behind her back, to yell at them for being crazy, to ask if this was Shen Yuxiu's idea, to ask why...

But in the end, it all became just one sentence.

Tell me, where is he now?

"Xiao Yi has already come to find you. If you want to save him, listen to Xiao Yi."

More than twenty minutes after Jiang Xisheng hung up the phone, someone knocked on the door.

It's Shen Jiayi.

Shen Jiayi looked unwell and said to Song Ning, "Come with me."

Song Ning followed Shen Jiayi into a conference room.

At the conference table inside, sat more than a dozen people in uniforms, including Shen Xiaoyue.

Shen Xiaoyue's lips drooped, his expression extremely solemn.

Song Ning clenched his fists on both sides.

Shen Jiayi had contacted her by phone on her way here to prepare her mentally, and she had already made preparations.

Even seeing Shen Xiaoyue's face, she still felt a deep-seated fear.

Shen Jiayi pointed to a seat and asked Song Ning to sit down.

Song Ning sat down.

Shen Jiayi walked to the large screen and nodded to her colleague next to her.

A video immediately appeared on the screen.

Song Ning couldn't see the content on the screen clearly.

Her tears blurred the screen.

The person next to her handed her a piece of paper.

She took it, quickly wiped away her tears, and then read the contents clearly.

The camera was shaky, and the video was slightly shaky, giving the viewer a feeling of dizziness.

In the video, Shen Yuxiu is tied to a chair in a sealed, dark space.

His eyes were covered with a black cloth, and he was wearing a blood-soaked white shirt with more than 10 bloody knife marks at the tear.

His feet were tied to the chair legs, with a crudely made bomb placed between them.

Perhaps because the chair was secured by the wire under his feet, he remained seated steadily even in the moving space, unaffected by the surroundings.

Fu Cong stood behind him with a knife in his hand, his body swaying slightly with the air, his posture like someone enjoying music in a bar, gently rocking his body.

The knife in his hand still had undried blood on it.

Fu Cong bent down, put one hand on Shen Yuxiu's shoulder, and slowly lowered the knife with the other.

With the blade pressed against Shen Yuxiu's neck, Fu Cong looked up at the camera and smirked, "Does this scene look familiar?"

Shen Yuxiu pursed his lips almost imperceptibly.

Song Ning knew that was the expression on his face when he was suppressing his anger.

Even at this point, he was still angry that Fu Cong had deliberately provoked her.

What an incurable fool.

Fu Cong seemed to sense Shen Yuxiu's anger as well. He chuckled and slowly moved his wrist.

The knife narrowly grazed Shen Yuxiu's neck, leaving a shallow mark about 1 centimeter long.

Song Ning heard gasps from inside the room, and then the atmosphere became eerily quiet.

Fu Cong grinned maliciously: "I was just joking."

The knife slid down his shoulder and landed on Shen Yuxiu's chest.

One stroke.

A bloodstain appeared on Shen Yuxiu's white shirt.

Shen Yuxiu seemed to be used to it, and apart from instinctive, uncontrollable minor reactions, he showed almost no pain.

“This time, it’s for real,” Fu Cong said.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Cong delivered the second and third blows.

All three cuts avoided vital organs.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Fu Cong's face, as if he knew what Shen Yuxiu was protecting.

Song Ning knew this too.

She bit the flesh of her lip.

A bloody smell filled the air.

He was enduring it, suppressing all the pain so as not to upset her.

Song Ning was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe, but she didn't show it during the meeting.

She avoided the several glances that came her way, focusing intently on every second of the video.

After making seven more cuts, Fu Cong seemed to have had enough fun. He looked at the camera and laughed, "Song Ning, I'll give you two choices: either someone comes to find me within three hours, or you choose a way for him to die."

Fu Cong walked in, his enlarged face facing the camera, his slanted eyes particularly noticeable: "What a pity, if it weren't so far away, I really wanted to take him to see the place where you killed your mother with your own hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, the video was partially blocked by an outstretched hand, and then the image disappeared completely.

Song Ning stared blankly at the spot where the video froze, then suddenly smiled silently.

It's very slight and not easily noticeable.

She didn't know if anyone else had noticed.

Just now, when Fu Cong walked into the camera room, Shen Yuxiu's lips moved slightly.

There was no sound, but Song Ning understood.

There are two numbers.

You bastard! What makes you think you can gamble with your life?

Song Ning clutched her clothes at her collarbone, her hand touching the necklace. Her eyes welled up with tears again, but she quickly suppressed them.

She stared intently ahead, silently making up her mind.

It's only been 1 hour and 42 minutes since she called the police, and he's already injured like this.

Didn't Fu Cong want her to come to him?

Then just wait!