In July 2012, the Public Security Bureau of City C received a major case in which criminals broke into Changming No. 1 Middle School in the North District and took hostage all the students and teachers in the school’s main teaching building, Mingde Building A, totaling 824 people.
The voice on the other end of the phone was breathing heavily and said in fear, "Hurry, hurry! The building seems to be on fire! No, it exploded--"
“Aa ...
Many screams mixed together, the inexplicably noisy communications, and the crackling noises could not cover up the chaotic sound at the scene.
Many people were obviously in extreme panic. The different audios clearly showed that they couldn't even speak, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.
Finally, there was a huge sound of breaking air mixed with the sound of heavy flesh falling to the ground, followed by a sharp sound of cloth tearing.
"Da, da, da."
Gradual
Going away, and finally disappearing abruptly.
Cheng Zhang bit his pen and said vaguely, "The higher-ups asked us to find out who was making those footsteps... but can we really find them?"
Just based on this audio?
"There are numerous traces at the scene indicating a living individual passed through. No matter what, we must find him." The man known as the Boss, cigarette between his teeth, sat at his desk, frowning at the information on the clipboard. "In any case, he's the only person who might know the whereabouts of the 824 hostages, or the culprit."
Ji Song knocked on the table and said, "So, comrades, isn't it just two days of sleeplessness? Be quick, we still don't have any clues."
He was almost getting used to the coffee, but now he felt like vomiting when he saw the paper cup.
"We're still checking the nearby surveillance cameras, and we haven't finished taking statements yet..." Guo Minwei sighed. "It's only the third day, and the people assigned by higher-ups are still rushing here. With our manpower and capabilities, we can only preserve and organize the traces and clues at the scene once the task force arrives."
"Then preserve and organize them," Ji Song said. "In all the years I've been investigating cases, I've never seen such a bizarre case. Even if eight hundred people had gone into hiding, there wouldn't be a trace of them left! Now, let's not even talk about corpses! We haven't even seen a ghost! An entire building of people just vanished like that!"
"Eh—" Cheng Zhang almost jumped up: "Boss, please stop talking. The more you talk, the more frightening it gets!"
Normally, he wasn't such a coward, but this time, it wasn't just one or two people who disappeared, but over 800! They'd disappeared in broad daylight, and the surrounding neighborhood committees had already organized to ask if anyone had seen anything. Aside from the scammers trying to steal the prize money, most people said nothing unusual had happened.
Was it a false alarm? The problem was that around 800 people were indeed missing. School surveillance footage showed no one leaving the building. The police were about to turn the school upside down, but there was no sign of anyone leaving.
The most surprising thing is that when we asked the teachers and students in Mingde Building B, or the people who were near Building A at the time, they all said that there was nothing strange happening at that time.
——Just like usual, we were wondering why there was no one on the other side when we looked up
——There’s nothing unusual… To be honest, I wanted to go into Building A to find my teacher, but I don’t know why I stopped in the corridor for a long time.
——Everyone was scared at that time, because there was the sound of reading outside the window in the previous second, and the next second there was only the sound from their side. When they looked, there was no one on the first to sixth floors.
——No, there are no activities. How can an activity be held according to the building number?
"Hypnosis? No." Huang Ting slapped himself in the face and cursed, "Hypnosis on my brain?"
How can hypnosis be performed on different people in different locations at the same time?
Everyone in the room was busy with their own things, without even looking up. Huang Ting breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that he was too tense and was about to stand up and go outside to get some fresh air, but the door opened and someone came in, forcing him to sit back down as if nothing had happened.
Fu Changfeng, the Public Security Bureau Director who was about to retire, waved his hand, cleared his throat, pointed at the people behind him and said, "These are experts sent by the higher-ups. Once the handover is complete, your mission will be over."
But a group of handsome men and beautiful women entered the office, where the aroma of burning was so strong that it seemed to be condensed into substance. Judging from their clothes, none of them looked reliable. Ji Song looked around at their hands and frowned.
Smooth, tender, and without even a callus.
Expert? A rich young master or daughter is more trustworthy. The veterans in the room noticed this and looked at each other in shock.
It was that sudden and blank feeling of "What the hell is going on?"
The leader turned the bracelet on his hand with a focused expression, pulled out a chair as if nothing had happened, and sat down.
"Zhong Yuanbu, you are still playing tricks!" The speaker was a baby-faced young... boy?
As if he had heard their question, the man said unhappily, "What are you looking at? I'm an adult, a generation older than all of you!"
Cheng Zhang looked at him in shock. He couldn't tell from his face that he looked like a child. "You look so young..."
An Nanzhu was shocked, frowned, and turned to the point, saying, "Stop talking nonsense. We already understand your progress. As for the handover, it's not necessary."
As he spoke, he glared at Zhong Yuanbu, who was sitting there fiddling with the bracelet, and gritted his teeth.
"Are you sure you don't need Ji Song and others to help with the handover?" The director's expression remained motionless.
Ji Song said, "Then shall we leave now and go home?"
Suddenly, Fu Changfeng glared at him. Even if you want to go back, pretend to do it and don't appear to have a negative attitude, okay?
Zhong Yuanbu finally raised his eyes. He had a pair of rare double pupils, which made him look a little creepy. "...Yes."
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