Chapter 15 The more you talk, the more mysterious it becomes
Yang Xiaoni’s face cannot be seen in the live broadcast room, but her voice can be heard.
Wang An was stunned: "Do you know where your sister is?"
"Yes." Yang Xiaoni looked very anxious. "Officer Wang, my sister is buried in a place full of yellow flowers in the woods. She is still alive. Can you take people there to rescue her right away?"
Wang An was stunned again.
The young police officers behind him also seemed confused.
At this moment, Wang An suddenly discovered that Yang Xiaoni's mobile phone camera seemed to be pointed at him.
At the same time, a clear and clean voice rang out from the phone: "Yang Xiaoni, hand the phone to Officer Wang. I'll talk to him."
Yang Xiaoni obediently handed the phone to Wang An and turned the camera back to face the person's face.
Wang An took it with a frown, and when he lowered his head, he saw that the phone was showing a live broadcast connection.
At the other end of the live broadcast room was a young and beautiful girl.
Jiang Ruan Ning said to Wang An, "Officer Wang, right? I am Jiang Ruan Ning, the anchor of the Maozhua platform. I told Yang Xiaoni the clues she just provided. I guarantee that the clues are absolutely true. Please go to the police and save people immediately."
Wang An had a serious expression and stern eyes and said, "Ms. Jiang, do you know what the consequences will be if you fabricate false clues to attract attention and get the police to respond?"
Jiang Ruan Ning was not panicked at all, and nodded: "I know, if I provide false clues, I am willing to bear the legal responsibility."
Wang An looked at her confident and calm appearance and felt that she did not seem to be making up a lie.
So he asked, "How do you know where she is buried?"
Jiang Ruan Ning: "I calculated it."
Wang An was stunned, thinking he had heard it wrong. It was at this time that he realized that this was actually a fortune-telling broadcast room.
His face suddenly darkened and he shouted angrily: "Ridiculous! You..."
"Wang An, 43 years old, was born in a small county town on the northern border. He was born on the 14th day of the seventh lunar month, the Ghost Festival. His original name was Wang Zhicheng. Because he was weak and sickly since childhood and difficult to raise, his family changed his name to Wang An in order to ensure that he would grow up safely."
Jiang Ruan Ning's casual words made Wang An's face change instantly.
"The captain's birthday is the tenth day of the seventh month. You made it up wrong." A police officer under Wang An immediately stood up to refute, "Captain, there is no need for you to talk nonsense with her. Nowadays, these anchors will do anything to become popular. They even dare to touch our police station. I will call the live broadcast platform now and ask them to close the live broadcast room immediately."
"Wait."
The young police officer even took out his cell phone, but heard Wang An ask in a very surprised voice: "Ms. Jiang, do you know me?"
The live broadcast room was suddenly filled with exclamations of “Wow!”
[The host is really brave. I was scared when I saw the gloomy look on Officer Wang's face just now, but the host was not panicked at all and started to tell his fortune. 】
[But judging from Officer Wang’s reaction, the host must have gotten it right. 】
[It’s a bit scary to be born on Ghost Festival.] 】
The young police officer looked at Wang An's reaction and glanced at the girl in the live broadcast room with a little surprise.
Could it be that Captain Wang was really born on July 14th?
But the date on Captain Wang’s ID card is clearly the tenth day of July, and he has always told them that it was his birthday.
"I don't know him." Jiang Ruan Ning curled her lips slightly, "I calculated it by looking at Officer Wang's face."
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