The commotion continued.

A child with asthma had an attack because he was too frightened. The medicine he carried with him happened to be lost during the previous escape.

The child was out of breath and fell to the ground. Fortunately, an old man also had asthma and took the initiative to lend his spray to the child's mother.

Another elderly person's blood pressure soared, and he fell to the ground unhappily, with an unstable breath.

"Excuse." The fat man carried a medical kit and kept shuttling through the crowd, feeding medicine to the elderly and bandaging the wounds of the injured, and he was busy and staggering.

He even passed by Jian Jing twice and supported her shoulders with his chubby hands.

Jian Jing lowered the brim of her duck cap, thinking.

The first time the fat man drew a lightning symbol on her shoulder, she couldn't understand it, but the second time, he drew a J.

So the lightning was Z.

J was the first letter of her last name, he knew her, and among the people she knew, the only acquaintance who could have such a strange face was Zong Xunmei.

Or rather, Zong Ye.

She didn't know why he disguised himself like this, or who he was targeting, but it didn't matter. At this moment, nearly a thousand lives were in danger, including their own, and they were the best allies.

But two people were not enough.

Jian Jing carefully observed the crowd around him and secretly looked for help.

There were quite a lot of people.

For example, an old man in his fifties with white hair, who looked like a retired policeman, with alert eyes, a strong body, and muscles all over his body. There is another person who may be a serving soldier. Although he looks honest and quiet, his straight back betrays his training results.

They are all the focus of the kidnappers' attention.

In comparison, a female doctor and a female nurse who help Sono treat patients are soft-spoken, with Nightingale's harmless temperament, but they are as alert as them.

Everyone exchanged glances secretly, but did not move for the time being.

Because they cannot trust each other, it is very likely that there are accomplices of the criminals among the hostages. If they find the accomplice with help, they will be GAME OVER directly.

She is more cautious and careful.

However, this vigilance has a different meaning in the eyes of others.

Kang Mucheng was skeptical at first about her fear - of course she acted very realistically, but he had witnessed her solving cases, and it was hard for him to imagine that she would be so scared.

But now, he took it seriously. No matter

how scary a corpse is, it is dead, and it will not jump up and kill people. Which girl studying medicine is not used to seeing blood, flesh, and intestines, and eating skewers while dissecting?

Killing is different.

Life is lighter than ashes, and it is gone in a blink of an eye.

Who would not be afraid? After all

, she has died once.

He patted her back and comforted her gently: "Don't be afraid." He hesitated and whispered, "Someone should have contacted the embassy. Yingjie will definitely help us find a solution."

Jian Jing raised her head, and after a moment, she smiled slightly: "I'm not afraid, and you shouldn't be afraid either."

Under the surveillance of the criminals, exchanging one or two sentences was the limit.

She said no more, turned on the perspective of her glasses, and prepared to find out the number of enemies first.

Then she was blinded by countless messy lines and almost shed tears.

The place is too big, the things are too big, and I can't see anything clearly.

I have to spend money.

"Draw a special card." She muttered to herself.

At critical moments, the system never disappoints expectations.

[Cards being drawn]

[Special card drawing completed]

[Name: Special card · Thermal imager]

[Description: A high-tech product that can be used in combination with the main unit or alone. By converting infrared radiation detection into visible signals, the temperature distribution of the target is observed. No radiation. 10 minutes of free use time per day, which can be continued by consuming courage points, 1 point = 10 minutes]

[Note: A small instrument with a big effect]

That's right.

Under the thermal imager, the situation of the entire shopping mall is captured.

There are ten gangsters in the large atrium, two at the west door, one at each of the two small doors on the south, and one at each of the two back doors. All doors are blocked, and the east door is reserved for negotiations with the police, and there are also two people on duty.

So there are eighteen people in total. At the same time, there are three people patrolling back and forth on the second floor.

Twenty-one people.

How to pass the message to Zongye?

Her mind raced, and she soon came up with an idea.

It was sunny today, and she wore a fashionable duckbill cap when she went out. She tied her hair up and tucked it into the cap, leaving only her face exposed.

Now, she hooked her fingers and made four thin braids, divided by a simple "人" knot, with the length as a signal.

....H

.-.R

..——-2

.———— 1There

are 21 people here.

When Zongye passed by her again on the pretext of picking up something, she let go of her hand and pretended to casually tuck her hair behind her ears.

He nodded slightly.

After a while, he hurriedly moved a child who was having difficulty breathing over, saying, "(English) She needs some fresh air."

Coincidentally, in order to avoid being shot, Jian Jing chose a corner with pillars nearby, where there were fewer people.

He naturally put the child next to her: "(English) Miss, please take care of her."

Jian Jing looked panicked, and first glanced at the gangsters quickly. Seeing that they did not object, she nodded timidly, interpreting the image of a coward to the extreme.

During this time, the negotiation also made new progress.

The representative requested by the gangsters came, with a sincere attitude, and patiently listened to their request. Then, a very official response was given.

The other party's vocabulary was more formal and the grammar was more complicated. Jian Jing only understood the general idea: I already know all your demands, but they obviously violate the law and justice, and it is really difficult for us to agree.

Translate it, the demands are too much, let's discuss it again.

This was obviously a test to find out where the criminals' bottom line was.

The criminals quickly showed them.

They randomly selected a row of unlucky people, ordered them to go to the east door, pulled open the curtains that blocked the view, and performed a massacre through the glass.

One person, a gun, bullets spilled out, and the hostages with panic and tears on their faces groaned and fell to the ground one after another.

A real street fight.

The scene was dead silent.

The criminals arrogantly said that they would only give them three hours, and if the arrangement was not good, they would kill another wave, anyway, they had plenty of hostages.

The representative immediately relented and said that he could help them negotiate again, but three hours was too short, and they needed to apply for the Prime Minister's permission, etc., and asked for an extension to six hours.

The criminals refused.

They argued.

Finally, five hours were set.

During this period, the blood of the dead kept flowing, staining the tiles of this high-end shopping mall red.

The air was filled with a faint smell of rust, which could not be dispelled.

The chill was bone-chilling.

Jian Jing looked up, but was blocked by Kang Mucheng. He pressed the back of her head and whispered, "Don't look."

She did not refute and turned her eyes away obediently.

A few steps away, Zongye did not look at her, but the hand on his leg trembled slightly, sometimes the middle finger, sometimes the little finger. If you don't look closely, it's easy to think that he just trembled.

But she translated it into Morse code and interpreted what he wanted to convey.

Attack separately.

Wait.

Jian Jing nodded slightly and continued to observe the criminals.

After the massacre, the scene was dead silent. Except for the sobbing one after another, almost no one dared to speak. The criminals looked at the obedient hostages with satisfaction and talked in a low voice.

She turned on her hearing aids, and sporadic French floated into her ears.

"(French)...Is it installed?"

"(French) No problem, as long as you dare to force...I will not let you have an easy time..."

"(French) Why not use hostages..."

"(French) It's not time yet."

Force what? Breakout?

Her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly found several suitcases placed in the corner by the criminals.

What is that? I didn't seem to see it before. When was it delivered?

The X-ray machine was turned on, and the tubes and wires hit the curtains.

She took a breath and clenched her fingers.

"What's wrong?" Kang Mucheng fed some water to the child next to him, and turned around to see her pale face.

Jian Jing hesitated and said softly: "Nothing."

She turned to look for Zong Ye, but this guy was very active. Staring at a harmless fat face, he actually chatted with a criminal in a low voice.

It's fucking outrageous.

What kind of social skills are these? They are too good, right?

However, even the vicious criminals could not resist his social skills, and she could not be considered incompetent after being cheated once.

Her mood suddenly calmed down.

She lightly took out the pen from her bag and fumbled to tear off a piece of paper. However, she had to be careful with what she wrote, in case it was discovered and the criminals could not guess it.

Jian Jing pondered for a moment, wrote a few words, folded it, and thought about how to send it over.

The opportunity came soon.

Zong Ye finished talking to the criminals and walked past her casually. Jian Jing pretended to dodge, but in fact she quickly stuffed the note into the folds of his trousers.

He sat down calmly, took it out and unfolded it.

"(English) What is this?" The female nurse who was helping to treat the injured glanced at it and lowered her voice, "Are you passing information to the police?"

Zongye was shocked: "(English) How is it possible!" He glanced at the note and said openly, "I visited my little nephew this morning, and this is the note I helped him cheat."

Female nurse: "Really?"

Zongye shrugged and handed it to her.

The female nurse took a look and it really looked like the answer to a math problem: 8 eggs (the eggs were simple drawings).

The characters in the middle were not recognized, but the 8 and the eggs were clear.

She smiled: "Math?"

"(English) Chinese families are always like this." He took the note back, folded it bitterly, and said sadly, "I don't know if I can see the cute little George again."

The female nurse said: "(English) As long as the government agrees to their demands, we will be fine."

Zongye prayed devoutly: "(English) I will pray to God."

The conversation ended.

Zongye closed his eyelids slightly, as if he was too tired to move, but his eyes glanced at the luggage bag in the corner.

Eight eggs? NO, eight eggs, the pronunciation of "bomb" in Japanese.

Fortunately, she thought of it.

But, she didn't expect there would be a bomb.

This is very bad.

With the bombs, even if they retreated, the police would not dare to come in to chase them or rescue them rashly. It was more likely that they wanted to use the hostages as weapons and attack everyone indiscriminately.

There were 21 people, and they had accomplices in other places.

How could they leave the monitored area and get a chance to act alone?

Wait, wait.

Another three hours passed, and the representative outside took the initiative to contact the criminals, saying that they had applied for special permission and immediately went to the prison to interrogate people, hoping that they could release a group of hostages first.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The hostages had infinite hope in their hearts, eager to escape the clutches of the devil.

The gangsters denied it at first, but the representative persuaded them that things were going smoothly and if they were unwilling to release any hostages, the subsequent procedures would be difficult to

handle. Translated: If you don't show some sincerity, we can't believe that you will release the hostages and we dare not make a deal.

The gangsters discussed among themselves.

"(French) If we don't release the hostages, we won't get public support."

"(French) We don't need support, we are doing great things."

"(French) This time we are not seeking revenge, we are saving people first."

"(French) We can't compromise with them! Never!"