Several exits from the Flower and Bird Market on Huaxu Road have roadblocks at different distances that look more natural.

The traffic police seemed to check each car at random, as if they would check every car, but in fact they paid special attention to trucks and vans.

The small truck was carefully checked by the traffic police, and the black cloth covering the iron cage was lifted, revealing an empty cage.

The traffic police couldn't help but turn around and ask, "What is this in?"

"I used to sell cats and dogs, so I needed a bigger cage, sir." The middle-aged man sitting in the passenger seat smiled and stroked his temples while talking, looking friendly and comfortable, without any tension.

The traffic police carefully observed the various birds, fish, and flowers in the car, and finally nodded and let the truck pass.

After the truck had traveled a few hundred meters, the co-pilot Ah Hong asked, "Are the police blocking us specifically?"

"It's hard to say. It's almost the end of the year, and it seems that everything is very strict." The driver shrugged.

"Fortunately, we are not stupid enough to put the children in the car again."

"Two children are very inconvenient. If they help each other to untie the ropes, it will be very troublesome. If it's just one, it's okay..."

The two chatted while driving and delivering goods. Whenever they met with the flower shop, they always smiled and were very polite. No one could imagine what they were doing behind the scenes.

...

After the morning, the weather turned hot. Most people also have to start a busy day of work. Customers in the flower and bird market gradually leave and rush to various places in the city.

No kidnappers were stopped, and no suspicious people or suspicious vehicles were found.

This road is blocked.

Jiayi leaned on the sofa, staring at the whiteboards in front of her, and began to wonder if she had guessed wrong.

Maybe the kidnappers did not drive a flower truck. Do the flower scents really point to residential information? But if it is residential information, there are too many citizens in Hong Kong who grow flowers and trees in their yards and at their doorsteps. So we are back to the point.

She wiped her face, took the warm water handed to her by Fang Zhenyue, took a sip, closed her eyes, and reviewed all the information captured in the case so far in her mind.

Half an hour later, Fang Zhenyue thought she had fallen asleep on the sofa and wanted to cover her with a blanket, but she suddenly asked, "Brother Yue, how big is the risk if we go to contact the pair of eyes that the kidnapper has pressed nearby?"

More than half an hour ago, they had basically locked on to several middle-aged men in several locations.

Because of the long time, Fang Zhenyue could no longer recognize whether those people were the kidnappers who kidnapped him and his brother together that year, but screening them one by one would soon get the result.

The problem now is that the police dare not easily contact the kidnappers for the time being, fearing that other kidnappers would learn that their accomplices were exposed, which would lead to subsequent terrible events such as killing.

However, what Jiayi is more worried about now is that 39 hours have passed.

The daughter of the Taiwanese actress Bai BB was killed 4 days after being kidnapped;

Yue Ge's brother was killed on the day he was kidnapped...

The kidnappers are already old, and this may be their last job. With the child in hand, it is more valuable to keep the child alive before calling Mr. Lai to listen to the child's voice, because it will make Mr. Lai feel at ease to pay.

But once the call is made, the children may become a burden and may be killed at any time.

The police can only let Mr. Lai tell the kidnappers that they have to hear the child's voice again before paying the money, and they will only pay the child after confirming that the child is alive. But Mr. Lai has already heard the child's voice once, and the kidnappers are likely to verbally refuse Mr. Lai's subsequent unnecessary requests.

Next, when the kidnappers think that they will not receive the money, or when they have already received the money, they may kill the children - if the children have seen the kidnappers' faces during the kidnapping, the danger will be multiplied to nearly 100%.

The kidnappers promised Mr. Li that they would call him today and let him hear the voices of the two children.

In other words, the next second may be the time when [the children hear the voices of being alive, and then the children fall into the most dangerous stage].

Jiayi's heart is always in a knot, and they urgently need to find a new direction and make a new breakthrough.

But Fang Zhenyue can't give an absolute answer to Jiayi's question.

The risk may be evenly shared or there may be a tendency, but they have too little information and cannot make a stable judgment for the time being.

Just as Fang Zhen Yue Qichun was about to say something, Jiayi suddenly sat up straight and asked, "Yue brother...you...Fang Zhenxuan was kidnapped, although his whereabouts have not been found so far, but I remember that the robbers sent a finger to extort money, then...where is that finger?"

...

...

There is a famous lazy man who stays at home in Fo Tan Village, Shatin. He does nothing all day long. Although he often helps his parents with work, he never goes out to work. Except when his parents call him to work, he sits in the room and reads books.

Comic books translated from Japan and the United States, comic books originally created in Hong Kong, British detective novels...In short, he indulges in any book all day long.

His family was completely helpless. They beat him and scolded him, but it didn't work.

Now Shuai Tao is almost 30 years old, has no job and no girlfriend, and is the most gossiped person in the village.

Shuai Tao is really too idle. He always feels uncomfortable in his eyes after reading for a long time. He is so dry that he leans on the small slanted window in the attic of the village house and looks out.

He lives in a Spanish-style three-story village house, which belongs to his father, a male aboriginal in the New Territories of Hong Kong who was allowed to build such a house on his "own" land. The three-story house looks like a villa, but it is actually just an aboriginal village house.

Because they can be built by themselves, there are many such buildings in Shatin Village. Some are built very close, and you can reach out from your window and touch the window sill of the neighbor next door. Some are built very far away, standing alone by the Shing Mun River. They are not disturbed much, but they are likely to be damaged when the river rises or when a typhoon blows.

Shuai Tao lives by the Shing Mun River. Putting down his comic book, he habitually looks out the window, but he prefers to look down at the river. He often sees the garbage of residents in it: food bags, fruit peels, etc. Occasionally, there will be a broken flip-flop or the carcass of a small animal. The fish hide very deep, and it is not easy to catch them with the naked eye.

As he was in a daze, he suddenly saw a brand new handkerchief floating down the river.

The handkerchief was really beautiful. Even though it was soaked in water, it still shone with the luster of high-quality silk under the sunlight.

Shuai Tao had never seen anything like this in this river.

So he took out his fishing rod, stretched it out to catch the handkerchief, picked it up and slowly reeled it in.

Although the handkerchief was wet and stained with some debris such as seaweed, it still looked clean.

After staring at the embroidery on the handkerchief for a while, Shuai Tao suddenly remembered the advertisement at the back of the magazine he had read before. He turned around and flipped through it, and found the advertisement for the brand product - it was a very expensive local embroidery brand, and this handkerchief would cost a few hundred Hong Kong dollars.

After a while, he saw another piece of cloth floating down.

Shuai Tao hurriedly picked it up again, unfolded it and found that it was a scarf, which looked new, but was severely wrinkled, as if it had been used as a rope...

The hand that was turning over the scarf suddenly stopped because he saw blood on the inside of the scarf.

Shuai Tao studied it for a while. Combining his imagination with his extensive reading, he thought it looked like something that was used to bandage wounds.

After sitting for a while, he turned around and saw uniformed police patrolling the streets in the distance. He suddenly thought that the frequency of patrols seemed to have increased recently. It was rare to see police in Shatin before, as it was remote and sparsely populated.

Could it be that...something happened?

Shuai Tao immediately thought that someone might have been killed and the body abandoned, and these things belonged to that rich and injured corpse.

Shuai Tao ran down the stairs, carrying the things and trying to intercept the uniformed police.

Seeing that it was Shuai Tao, a well-known lazy man, the old policeman didn't pay much attention to his so-called report. Although he put the handkerchief and scarf into his pocket, he still impatiently drove Shuai Tao away, telling him to go out to work when he was free and not to think about it here.

Although the police station issued an order to increase the patrol force, for the sake of confidentiality, the executive police were not informed of the reason. Therefore, even though the old policeman saw the scarf that belonged to the child at a glance, he still didn't get the importance of this thing.

He patrolled the streets as usual, but under the subconscious tendency, even if he didn't care about Shuai Tao, he still followed the upstream direction that Shuai Tao mentioned and focused on checking.

When he walked to another house along the river not far from the dilapidated house, he even knocked on the door to ask if anything was wrong. When

he knocked on the door, the sound of mahjong in the house stopped, and Lin Yibo, who lived in this house, came out to open the door for the old policeman.

The old policeman knew Lin Yibo. When he became a policeman, Lin Yibo lived in this house. Later, Lin's father and mother died one after another, and Lin Yibo inherited this house and lived here alone.

Everyone in the village knew that Lin Yibo's parents not only left him this house, but also left him a lot of money, so that Lin Yibo had no worries about food and drink, and could often go to the city center to have fun. He didn't care how much money he lost playing mahjong. When he had a girlfriend, he was generous in giving gifts. He lived happily without working.

"Are you playing mahjong?" The old policeman poked his head inside.

"Yeah, what's up, Brother Da Mao?" Lin Yibo leaned against the door, smiled and raised his chin towards the inside, and asked, "Do you want to play a few rounds?"

"I'm just an officer, not as cool as you." The old policeman asked again if he had noticed any strangers entering the village, and Lin Yibo just said that he was playing mahjong, and he wouldn't notice anything else.

The old policeman nodded, thinking it made sense. Originally, he wanted to ask if he had seen anything strange floating down from upstream, but then he thought that Shuai Tao, the young man, was not a very reliable guy. If he really believed what Shuai Tao led him to do, wouldn't he look stupid? So he gave up asking, just nodded and said a few words, then turned around and left. It was not

until the old policeman Da Mao left a few dozen meters away and was sure that he would not come back, and then he closed the door and stared at the window, that Lin Yibo breathed a sigh of relief.

He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, turned around and waved to the brothers in the house, and the two men put away their guns and gradually relaxed.

If the old policeman really went in to take a look, he would find that there were only three people in the house, including Lin Yibo. How could they fight with three people missing one?

...

Ever since he saw the interview program of Mr. Cai Lan and the leading actors of the "Super Psychic Detective" crew on TV, the black-skinned man has been a little uneasy.

He always felt that he would be rushed in by a group of policemen, handcuffed, and then taken to the police station to be charged with all kinds of crimes, and then executed.

Now Lin Yibo and his men are all hiding well in Shatin, and he is the only one in the most dangerous area, and he may get into trouble at any time because of being exposed.

Even if the mission is successful, if I have been locked up by the police, can I really live a stable life with money in my old age?

Lin Yibo ran to Wan Wan, and the police couldn't catch him.

The other brothers hid in Shatin with Lin Yibo. The police didn't know who they were and wouldn't catch them.

In the final analysis, I am the one who drew the "eye" in the lottery and I am the most unlucky.

The more I thought about it, the more irritated I became. The black-skinned man stayed in the hut for a while, and suddenly took out a piece of paper with some random words written on it. Then he walked out of the hut and started walking around.

On the main road, you can occasionally see some people running for fitness or walking up the mountain, and those driving up and down the mountain are either tourists or wealthy residents.

In the eyes of the black-skinned man today, those people are like plainclothes policemen.

Walking to a small path, the black-skinned guy looked around furtively, and then threw the scribbled note in his hand to the ground.

Then he walked away quickly, and after folding it for a long distance, he sneaked back around the bushes.

Ten minutes later, he saw a man walking out from the other side of the path, walking towards the note he threw on the ground with a very clear goal.

The black-skinned guy cursed a thousand times in his heart, and his fingers were cold and trembling.

He had been locked up by the plainclothes police, and the police had found him!

Even if the mission was successful, he couldn't run away! He

was so panicked that he sat down in the bushes, and the whole person was a little dazed.

At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly curse Lin Yibo: Fuck his foolproof plan, fuck his excellent plan...