Chapter Ninety-Five Bombs
Song Nian'an was in a good mood and was about to call SF Express when she arrived at her doorstep.
The phone number displayed was not in service.
He then realized that he hadn't bought anything recently, so who had sent him the package?
Unable to contact the courier, he had no choice but to call SF Express customer service.
He was opening the door when the call connected.
"Hello, this is SF Express customer service, contact number 097. How can I help you?"
A mature voice said, "It's okay, it was a wrong number."
The door was slammed shut with a kick.
Song Nian'an's body was pressed to the ground, his elbow against his throat, and his hand covering his mouth and nose.
Just as he felt the pressure ease, Wen Siyan applied another needle, and Song Nian'an's vision blurred and she lost consciousness.
"woke up?"
That sound...
Wen Siyan?
[What's Wen Siyan doing here! Where's Wen Jing? Thank goodness Wen Jing went to the company! Thank goodness Wen Jing isn't here!]
Song Nian'an even felt fortunate that he hadn't asked Wen Jing to come back with him to pick up the package.
My vision gradually became clearer, and I regained the sense of touch in my hands and feet.
He was in the e-sports room.
He was tied to a stool.
The ticking sound echoed in the quiet room.
The curtains were all drawn, making the room very dark. In addition to being bound by hemp rope, they were also covered with a layer of duct tape.
His mouth was stuffed full, and he couldn't move at all.
Seeing Wen Siyan, I can still clearly remember the scene when he was arrested, the resentment and hatred.
I just didn't expect him to actually escape and even manage to tie me up.
Song Nian'an tried to struggle a little.
"I advise you not to move around," Wen Siyan said with a smile. "There's a brand new trigger under your stool. You may not know how powerful it is. It can turn a house into ashes in an instant. And if you leave this stool, it will explode."
As he spoke, he pointed to the camera on the table.
She said to the person on the other end, "Welcome everyone to Anian's live stream."
Song Nian'an understood; this was a real bomb.
His breathing became rapid.
He only likes this live stream, so he should end it immediately.
At least, Wen Jing shouldn't see it.
It wouldn't matter if he and Wen Siyan were blown up.
Anyway, he has already experienced a lot of fantastical things. Maybe if he dies here, he won't really die, but just return to his own world.
"The live stream—no, the whole world—can see how you get fried into mincemeat."
Yesterday, Wen Siyan bought all the large screens in the shopping malls, and they should all be broadcasting Anian's live stream now.
Song Nian was stunned. Only then did he realize that Wen Siyan wanted the world to see his madness, not only from Wen Jing, but also from those who did not recognize his identity.
A madman... he really is a madman.
"Wen Jing, are you listening?" Wen Siyan's tone sounded very happy. "Modern technology is really amazing. You never thought that this technology would one day cause you so much heartache."
Song Nian'an's mouth was stuffed with something, so she couldn't speak; she could only shake her head desperately.
Don't come, please don't come!
Wen Siyan started interacting with the comments on the screen on his own.
"Why would you do this? You're already so outstanding, why would you commit a crime!"
"Don't hurt Anian! You can talk to the police officer if you have any problems!"
"That's right, she's your aunt after all, and you and your uncle are related by blood!"
"He's just bluffing, why would he actually bring a bomb!"
"Exactly, that's right, you clown, get off the stage already."
Wen Siyan turned the camera around, and on the clothes rack was a cat whose stomach had been emptied.
It's too bloody.
Song Nian'an then realized that it was Zhihua.
The cat he picked up from the roadside, who stayed with him every day during his most difficult time.
A wave of acid gushed from my chest, making me nauseous, but the vomit got stuck in my mouth.
Wen Siyan turned the camera back.
His expression suddenly changed, and he burst out laughing.
"Oh? It seems Mr. Blank has also entered the live stream. How scary." Wen Siyan held a knife to Song Nian'an's chin and lifted it up.
A thin line of blood ran across her neck.
That's when everyone realized that this wasn't an ordinary live stream or intimidation; it was a real crime.
"You may not know this, but Wen Jing is not my uncle. He is actually my good brother."
The audience was speechless upon seeing this shocking revelation.
After broadcasting live for so long, the area outside is probably already surrounded by walls, with countless police officers and snipers setting up their rifles.
Under such circumstances, Wen Siyan had no way to escape.
Suddenly he saw a comment on the screen, and his tone changed.
"Sure, come in and switch with him."
Song Nian'an was stunned. Who else but Wen Jing would be willing to come in and replace him at a time like this?
Song Nian'an kept shaking her head at the camera, not wanting him to come over. She almost jumped up, completely ignoring the trigger under the stool.
Wen Siyan grabbed Song Nian'an's head and laughed, "I'll make you die a horrible death, just like that cat."
Then, Wen Jing called.
Wen Siyan took Song Nian'an's phone and turned on the speakerphone.
Everyone in the live stream could hear it.
"Don't be afraid, I'll be right up."
Wen Jing's words did not have a calming effect; instead, they made Song Nian'an even more out of control.
The triumphant laughter of Wen Siyan echoed in her ears again, and Song Nian'an could only close her eyes and quietly wait for it all to happen.
The main gate was locked from the inside, and every window was covered with sheet metal and sealed off.
Wen Siyan took out a gun and stood guard at the door.
Wen Jing walked in with his hands raised above his head.
The moment Wen Siyan opened the door, Wen Jing seized the opportunity to kick away Wen Siyan's gun-wielding hand, then used his knee to kick Wen Siyan in the abdomen, creating an opening.
In an instant, a gunshot rang out.
Wen Siyan was shot down by a sniper.
He scrambled to his feet, and everyone thought he was going to pick up the gun on the ground, but to everyone's surprise, he pulled a button out of his pocket and pressed the red button without hesitation.
He laughed wildly.
A large number of police officers and bomb disposal experts poured into the building, starting from the first floor to check for any remaining bomb devices and other dangerous items.
Jin Chu handcuffed Wen Siyan.
When Wen Siyan walked out of the gate, he saw Wen Liansheng and his grandmother standing there.
Wen Liancheng sighed, walked to his side, and said, "Actually, when I saw you on the street, I thought you really looked like my deceased son. I brought you back just to keep a memento, I felt it was fate. Some things, I just turned a blind eye to and let bygones be bygones. I'm the one who led you down this path. If you had grown up normally, would things have turned out differently...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Siyan roared, "Impossible! Impossible!!! I am a child of the Wen family!"
"I am a child of the Wen family!! My surname is Wen! You lied to me, you all lied to me! You don't want to admit I exist until you die, do you!"
...
He was hoarse and exhausted.
Inside the room.
The timer under Song Nian'an's seat started beeping faster.
The countdown has begun.
Wen Jing's eyes were bloodshot with anger as he quickly ran to Song Nian'an's side.
He squatted down in front of Song Nian'an and pulled the towel and adhesive out of his mouth.
He carefully observed the timer below.
04:49.
Time is running out.
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