Chongqing Building is full of vendors, small shops and stalls. Many merchants put up beds at the door of the ground floor to display their products. Although the products are displayed better, they take up a lot of space.

Nie Weiyan led the team of Orange Daily and quickly followed Yi Jiayi. Although the other party was not as tall as him, he was agile and ran very fast. No matter how hard he tried to catch up, he was still being left behind.

The ceiling of the building was very low. He could hit the light tube shed above his head when he raised his arm. When he wiped the sweat, he hit his hand and felt pain, but he had no time to check the wound.

Turning the corner in front, he finally saw Yi Jiayi again, but she was among dozens of citizens who were crowded in the narrow corridor watching the excitement. Many of these people were familiar colleagues, crowded in high places, standing on stools or tables, holding up cameras and video recorders, looking towards somewhere on the second floor.

Many business owners ran out of the ground floor, wearing only one sleeve, holding clothes racks in their hands, looking dizzy from being busy, looking up and watching the excitement with everyone, their eyes full of fear and disbelief, and they dared not blink.

Standing in the crowd, hiding behind a tall reporter, the female police officer also looked up, looking in the same direction as everyone else.

Nie Weiyan showed his fearless spirit of grabbing news, and squeezed into the crowd. He didn't care about the curses such as "Ouch, who is squeezing me?" and "I'm going to die, you're stepping on my feet!" He chose a good angle, stepped on a low table of an unknown store, raised the camera to his chest, leaned back, raised his head, and thought about taking two photos of everything he saw.

But the next moment, he stood there with the camera in his hand. Even the most professional professional journalist would forget his job at that moment.

Behind the low railing on the second floor, a tall woman with long curly hair was holding a child. She clamped the boy against her chest with one arm, protecting her heart, neck and face. In her other hand, she held a thin and sharp knife, which was directly against the boy's neck.

The tall woman took advantage of the moment when the police below were distracted by shouting, wiped off her lipstick, and with a quick tug, her long curly hair was thrown to the ground. She rubbed her head with her hands, and the short hair that was originally close to her scalp became fluffy.

The tall woman turned into a thin middle-aged man in the blink of an eye. He was Yao Qingtian, Nie Weiyan's former neighbor. Only a few movements of the other party made Nie Weiyan feel that he attached great importance to his appearance.

Obviously, Yao Qingtian did not want to be the tall woman with long curly hair under the camera. He wanted to return to his own appearance to be photographed and recorded.

"Officer Tan, that man teamed up with his wife to murder his own mother. I killed him to enforce justice. Since the police can't catch him, they shouldn't stop me." The dagger in Yao Qingtian's hand was once again pressed against the neck of the little boy in his arms. He leaned his head down and shouted, but no police dared to shoot him.

The detectives in Team B who had been with forensic officers for a long time knew that the tip of Yao Qingtian's blood-stained knife was exactly against the little boy's carotid artery.

As long as Yao Qingtian's hand trembled, the artery might be separated, causing massive blood loss. Even if the police could send the child to the hospital in time, whether he could be saved depended on his life.

The police didn't even dare to speak loudly, for fear of startling Yao Qingtian, so how could they dare to shoot?

After all, not everyone is a sharpshooter who can seize the gap between seconds and not only shoot Yao Qingtian to death with one shot, but also not hurt the hostages at all.

Therefore, although Tan Sanfu pointed his gun at Yao Qingtian, he only held the trigger and did not dare to pull the trigger.

Nie Weiyan turned his head to see Tan Sanfu's expression as if he was facing a powerful enemy, and then looked at the unfilial husband mentioned by Yao Qingtian -

Nie Weiyan knew the unfilial husband. He wanted to write a news about the tragic death of the old lady before, so he knew about this family. Now the man fell to the ground with blood all over his shoulder. He was taking advantage of the opportunity when Yao Qingtian was holding the child and confronting the police, enduring the pain and crawling away, while his wife was hiding in the room and peeking, and did not dare to open the door to rescue her husband.

The police who were hiding in the room that originally belonged to the unfilial couple were now standing at the door with guns raised, four or five steps away from Yao Qingtian.

Yao Qingtian held the child and forced them to turn around and walk down the stairs, not to get close...

Nie Weiyan turned around and looked around, and found the pale faces of the citizens who really cared about the safety of the children's lives, and their tense expressions with their lips parted and eyes wide open. He turned the camera and pressed the shutter at these emotional faces.

Before he could pull the camera back to the second floor, he heard Yao Qingtian upstairs say:

"Reporter Nie, I asked you to come here because I hope you can take a picture of me."

Nie Weiyan was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect that Yao Qingtian would actually call his name at this time.

Turning his head and looking upward, he met Yao Qingtian's gaze and confirmed that the other party was indeed talking to him. He did not react, but just stared at Yao Qingtian when everyone was looking for the "reporter Nie" mentioned by Yao Qingtian.

Yi Jiayi hid a little further in the shadows, observing the surroundings and looking for her own people, while taking out her mobile phone to call Fang Zhenyue:

"Brother Yue, you may need a sniper... There are so many people here, Yao Qingtian actually called a bunch of newspapers and media...

"The walls around are too thin, there are too many debris, it's very dangerous to shoot..."

When she and Fang Zhenyue reported the situation on the scene and discussed asking for help, Yao Qingtian continued to shout to Nie Weiyan:

"I admire you very much. Among the many media people who pursue fame and fortune, you are the most conscientious one. Regarding the polarization between the rich and the poor in Hong Kong society, people no longer advocate virtues but only care about money, there are buildings everywhere but citizens still cannot afford to buy houses, Filipino domestic workers serve the rich in Hong Kong, the rich build mansions but only leave a space as big as a cat poop hole for the servants, the working people have no human rights... I only see you writing and criticizing these seriously. I know you are a journalist with professional ethics and justice in your heart. I read every article you write and even cut them out to post on the wall.

"The reason why I want to kill Miao Liqun is because you wrote an article about lawyer Chen Xiaomi last year. Do you remember it?

" "The young girl who came out of Tin Shui Wai worked hard in this competitive society for her Hong Kong dream, but she was implicated because of the failure of the Miao Liqun case.

" "Later, when I went to investigate Miao Liqun, I found that lawyer Chen Xiaomi had never forgotten the murder of Miao Liqun's wife. She was also investigating the case herself. She was so dedicated to justice and was also fighting tirelessly to uphold justice.

"So I wanted to help her.

"I fiercely thrust the dagger into Miao Liqun's stomach. That was the punishment he deserved. Being cut into pieces was too easy for him. But the result was good. He got the punishment he deserved, and justice still prevailed."

Yao Qingtian said this, raised his head slightly, and made a gesture as if ready to receive the focus of a magnesium spotlight.

Sure enough, there were clicking sounds all around, and Yao Qingtian narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was enjoying it.

Downstairs, Jiayi stared at the child in the other's arms. The little boy who had a dull look in his eyes before had become more and more listless, as if he would fall asleep at any time.

Uncle Jiu came over from behind, stood behind Jiayi, and whispered:

"It looks like the child was drugged. He is not very conscious. The drug is either taking effect or wearing off. I remember the medical examiner mentioned this before."

Jiayi nodded. It might be GHB, which can cause bradycardia, respiratory depression, visual and auditory hallucinations, unconsciousness or coma. The child's condition does not look very good now. She is afraid that respiratory depression may affect the child's brain.

She was eager to subdue Yao Qingtian, but she did not find such an opportunity.

She had already opened the holster on her waist, but even she was not 100% sure that she would not hurt the child or other innocent people if she fired in this situation.

The staircase leading to the second floor was within Yao Qingtian's sight. If she went upstairs to find a better shooting point, she would be discovered as soon as she took a step.

In the dark shop on the second floor, Xiao Xun could no longer sit still. He was standing under the curtain on the other side of the window, watching with Qiu Sushan.

"You really won't do anything?" Xiao Xun frowned, worried about the child held against Yao Qingtian's chest.

"Can you hit the target every time you shoot? Will you definitely not hasten the child's death? Will you not hurt other people? And... the order from above is not to be exposed." Qiu Sushan's brows were locked all the time. She lowered her eyes and turned to the group of people watching the excitement downstairs.

"Then do nothing? That's too--" Xiao Xun's habit of nagging has not changed. He still can't stop muttering in the tense moment.

"Yi Jiayi and the others have arrived. I believe they will handle it." Qiu Sushan interrupted him and pointed down.

"..." Xiao Xun's eyes swept downwards, and after a few seconds, he saw Yi Jiayi in the shadow behind a tall reporter.

The female sergeant showed a serious expression, lurking in the dark, staring at her prey like a hawk.

His tense muscles inexplicably relaxed a little, as if Yi Jiayi had such a relaxing ability.

…

Yi Jiayi carefully observed the terrain around him, calculated the angles and other information, and heard Yao Qingtian telling the media about his deeds in detail:

“…The reason why the wild cats were poisoned was, of course, because they had been disturbing people and hunting other precious birds. The relevant departments did not come to kill them, so I had to do it.

“…Pet dogs always poop everywhere. Since the owners cannot be responsible for them, they should just not keep them. So...

"...a person who has made no contribution to the society and still has to go to welfare institutions to waste taxpayers' money...and that homeless man always throws stones at passers-by. Doesn't he deserve to die? If I kill him, the government can use the money for feeding him on more meaningful things. Isn't it right to do so?

"...Miao Liqun killed his own wife. Not only did he not restrain himself, but he even intensified his flirting with women! Who knows if your wives have been defiled by such a person! Killing him is absolutely a just act!

"…As for that reporter Joe, his existence is a discredit to the journalist community. He reports fake news all day long, using all kinds of bad rumors to stir up negative emotions. Citizens will have their brains burned out if they read articles written by such people every day…

"So, although what I did was not within the scope of the law, it was no different from what the Hong Kong police did!"

Suddenly, he paused, glanced downward, and shouted very clearly:

"Officer Yi!

"Officer Yi Jiayi! I know you must have come! You must be lurking somewhere watching me, right?" As

he spoke, he held the sleeping child in his arms, and his body unconsciously turned left and right, and the slender dagger kept shaking beside the child's carotid artery.