Fu Siming stayed up all night and finally received a message from the analysis team at two o'clock in the morning.
The person who kidnapped Song Xingyao from the mall has been found!
He ran out, his steps so fast he was almost unsteady.
The nights in Jiangcheng are not like those of a glittering, bustling metropolis; there are also desolate and boundless places.
In the stillness of the night, a speeding car broke the silence.
Several eye-catching luxury cars appeared in a dilapidated neighborhood, attracting people in the crowd to stop and observe.
This is a notoriously marginalized area in Jiangcheng, surrounded by homeless people and social unrest, comparable to the infamous Florida.
Ordinary people wouldn't visit this place, but today not only is someone here, but a wealthy person is too, so how could it not attract attention?
They were likely to be harassed, but the person who got out of the car exuded a chilling aura, and it felt like their malevolent energy was no less than theirs.
Needless to say, their imposing presence was undeniable; a row of men in black stood motionless, their faces expressionless.
The group went into the stairwell, where sewage occasionally dripped from the ceiling, splashing onto the ground and onto the men's trousers.
But he seemed completely unconcerned.
Fu Siming walked through the cold, dirty stairwell and stopped in front of a door.
A man in black immediately stepped forward and kicked the door open.
The room was dilapidated, with scattered bottles and used tissues on the floor, emitting a nauseating smell.
There was no need to even step inside; the man was sprawled out beside the sofa, as if he were fast asleep.
Fu Siming glanced at him, and two men in black stepped forward and lifted him up.
But he was like a lump of mud; even with two people supporting him, they couldn't get him to stand up.
The head of the investigation team stepped forward, checked Fu Siming's breath, and then turned to look at him.
"Master Fu, he's dead..."
Fu Siming's murderous aura intensified, causing everyone in the same space to shiver.
He kicked the man in the stomach, and the two men supporting him were also kicked backward by the force, eventually letting go and leaving him sprawled on the ground.
The trail went cold once again.
He clenched his fists, feeling vented with nowhere to vent his anger.
"You two stay here and oversee the scene; the rest of you continue the investigation."
Back in the car, the temperature around him dropped even lower. Even Pei Jing, who had been by his side for so long, had never seen him like this before.
The investigation team searched every corner of the scene and almost figured out the purpose of every single tissue.
Finally, a clue was found in the wine glass.
A trace amount of white substance remained in the wine glass, and they took it to the laboratory.
No one could sleep that night.
Only then did he manage to report to Fu Siming early the next morning.
Pushing open the door to the top-floor office of Tiansheng, the room was filled with smoke; even the top-of-the-line ventilation system couldn't completely remove the secondhand smoke.
A hint of weariness appeared on Fu Siming's face.
"Speak!" He took a deep drag on his cigar before listening to the report.
Less than 24 hours had passed since Song Xingyao disappeared, but the days felt longer than a year.
“Jiang Yi was just released from Jiangcheng Prison the day before yesterday, and he kidnapped his wife yesterday. We interviewed and investigated the people around him, and they all said that there was nothing unusual about him, and no one had come to see her.”
Upon hearing this, Fu Siming glared at the person who had made the report, sending a chill down their spine.
"...However, he was murdered the day after he committed the crime. We found a new type of poison in the wine glasses in his house. This poison is not available in China and was most likely imported through illegal channels. We are currently investigating this lead."
"Hmm, what about the clues from the south?"
"The search is still ongoing in the south. The search and rescue operation is being conducted around the abandoned vehicle location, but there is no news yet."
After listening to the report, he felt even more frustrated. He reached out and tugged at his tie, which made him feel a little less suffocated.
"Change the team and continue the investigation."
It seems there's nothing else to say besides this sentence.
After everyone had left, the phone on the table suddenly rang.
"Hello."
"What's wrong? Why are you so listless so early in the morning?"
The voices over there sounded cheerful, as if something good had happened.
Ang has been dealing with the matter of the Heart Source that Gu Mai wants, so he is unaware of Song Xingyao's disappearance.
"Get to the point." Fu Siming didn't have time for small talk, worried that he'd miss any useful information while he was on the phone.
Seeing that things were not going well, Ang also put away his playful attitude.
"Gu Mai has agreed to exchange the intercepted goods for Xin Yuan. However, I would like to add some conditions, since the goods originally belonged to you."
"Okay, whatever you want. Anything else? If not, I'll hang up."
Now we've really realized something's wrong. Just a few days ago we were discussing how to get the goods back, so why is he reacting like this today?
"What happened?"
"Song Xingyao has disappeared, I can't find her..."
A hint of vulnerability and guilt flickered in his voice.
He's been too focused on business lately. He knows she's due in less than two months, so why isn't he spending more time with her?
The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent.
Ang didn't know how to comfort him, so he simply fell silent as well.
After a while, I heard a reply from the other end, "I'll contact Jiangcheng to help look for it. I'll take care of things here for you."
"Okay, I'm hanging up."
The office fell silent again.
In the villa in the southern suburbs, Song Xingyao, like Fu Siming, had not slept all night and tossed and turned in bed.
But she knew that even if she felt anxious and restless, it wouldn't do any good.
Now that Fu Yao has captured him, it won't be so easy for him to escape.
Looking at her belly, she decided not to provoke her for the time being.
But how can we get out?
She was pleasantly surprised for a second when she opened the door yesterday, but the next second she was doused with cold water by the cold iron door locked at the top of the stairs.
Fu Yao gave her hope, then immediately extinguished it.
There were three rooms in a long corridor, but except for the room with no windows on any of the four sides, the doors of every other room were locked.
Song Xingyao's activity space was limited to that enclosed room and an extremely cold and damp corridor.
She was terrified. Fu Yao's mental state was truly insane, and no one knew what she might do next.
She hadn't eaten or drunk anything all night, and her throat was starting to feel dry and hoarse.
The baby in my belly seemed to be protesting, and the frequency of fetal movements started to increase.
Song Xingyao could only stroke her swollen belly again and again, as if this could offer some comfort to the baby inside.
The baby in her belly cooperated and remained quiet for a while.
Just when Song Xingyao thought she was going to starve to death in the villa locked up by Fu Yao, a blonde, blue-eyed woman walked in.
He was holding a small piece of dry bread and a bottle of water.
She spoke in English, saying, "Wow, what a beautiful woman."
Then he shook his head, as if he felt it was a pity.
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