Yimu immediately contacted the police station.
The criminal investigation team immediately set up a special task force and first retrieved the call records, which were identical to what Yi Mu had described.
That phone call couldn't be traced because the other party was using a cheap, assembled computer that wasn't available on the market; they used it and then threw it away.
Lou Sik-chueh's cell phone signal was interrupted in the typhoon area, and police officers set off for the scene.
Yi Mu also wanted to go, but the captain said he'd better stay put.
The deputy captain is still here with Yi Mu, in case the kidnappers change their tactics again.
They will definitely take more radical actions along the way, perhaps demanding to kill the hostage if they are not paid. Only Yi Mu will be able to raise the money in that case.
After the police team set off, Yi Mu stayed up all night, waiting for a call from his phone.
The deputy captain, who was responsible for protecting him and also handling the case, told him to go to sleep.
Yi Mu said he was fine, unaware that he had dark circles under his eyes.
That afternoon, the police arrived at the location and immediately launched a criminal investigation, but by the next day, they still had no leads.
The other party was clearly not an ordinary kidnapper. Ordinary kidnappers wouldn't dare to demand 1 billion yuan, nor could they possibly hold Lou Xijue, a former special forces soldier, hostage.
The police were stuck, but Yi Mu had a new lead.
A string of garbled characters from a number sent a text message.
One billion, two days, police, deep waters, death.
The other party already knew that Yi Mu had called the police. They warned the cops to get lost and demanded that Yi Mu raise 1 billion within two days and bring it to Sham Shui Po, or they would kill him.
Just in case, Yi Mu had already started moving around and amassed a billion yuan as soon as he learned that Lou Xijue had been kidnapped.
Yi Mu and Lou Xijue's friends were all very generous, and they raised millions or tens of millions of yuan to make up the money.
Yi Mu could not tolerate any mishaps from Lou Xijue, so he made do with the rest of the night and got plenty of rest.
The next day, he drove a specially made extended van with the trunk full of more than a dozen large boxes, all of which were filled with money.
Plainclothes police officers followed at a distance behind his car.
They escorted Yimu in two private cars.
There is only one deep pool in the area, located on the very edge of the city. It is uninhabited, desolate, and the road is difficult to drive on.
The other party was very vigilant. On the way there, he warned Yi Mu once and grinned maliciously on the other end of the phone.
"Looks like you don't care about your lover at all. When you offer incense to this handsome young man on his death anniversary next year, don't hate the stinking cop who came with you!"
After receiving this phone call, Yi Mu immediately became highly tense.
Even though the police officers who came with him repeatedly assured him that the other party would definitely not kill the hostage, Yi Mu still couldn't calm down.
Upon arriving at their destination, Yimu spoke with the police, urging them to stop following him and insisting on negotiating with the terrorists alone.
A typhoon had just passed a few days ago, the weather was gloomy and the roads were muddy. To prevent the vehicle from overturning, the Imu took half an hour to drive such a short distance.
Finally, he saw an abandoned tin shack ahead.
Two foreign men with guns stood at the door. It was unclear where they had smuggled themselves across the border. Their eyes were fixed on the sizable van, a greedy glint in them.
Yi Mu opened the trunk, laboriously took out a box from inside, and opened it in front of the two of them.
Inside were stacks of money. Yi Mu tossed two bundles over, and the other person looked at them. Then someone walked into the house.
A short while later, he returned, spoke a string of broken Chinese to Yi Mu, and told Yi Mu to come inside with him.
Yi Mu couldn't control his heartbeat when he saw Lou Xijue tied to a steel pipe, his face covered in blood, his features barely visible.
He shivered, thinking Lou Xijue was dead.
"He's not dead, he's just passed out." A somewhat familiar voice came from behind.
Yi Mu turned around and it took him a while to realize that it was Adam's face.
"Do I look familiar?" The other person gave a greasy smile.
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