The ticking sound was heard every second, and the numbers at the end jumped rapidly. In just a blink of an eye, the numbers changed to 09:00.
"Only 9 minutes left!" He Jingsheng said in horror.
"Where the hell is the bomb?!"
Everyone was looking around in confusion, but everything seemed normal and they couldn't tell where the bomb was.
At this moment, Jiang Que suddenly took out something like a microchip from his pocket, pressed a button on it in front of everyone's puzzled gaze, and the entire "chip" immediately flashed red light rhythmically.
"What is this?" Song Yecheng asked.
"The emergency locator," Jiang Que said, "was given to me by the bureau before I came here. They said if I encountered an extreme situation, I should activate it and the bureau would send someone to support me immediately."
Seeing everyone's eyes light up, Jiang Que realized that they might have misunderstood and immediately added, "But the nearest support point is a ten-minute drive away. It's impossible to get there within nine minutes."
"ah--?!"
Everyone was immediately excited when they heard this. He Jingsheng said hurriedly, "We have to deal with the bomb ourselves, don't we? Let's go find it!"
"No, no, no, don't look for the bomb yet!" Ling An objected. "Even if we find it, what will happen? Do you know how to defuse it?"
Having said this, he suddenly paused and couldn't help but glance at Jiang Que, because he suddenly realized that according to Jiang Que's career settings, it is really possible for him to have this skill.
However, he only hesitated for a moment before immediately finding his feet: "...Even if I could, that wouldn't be three, but thirty! I wouldn't be able to finish them in ninety minutes, let alone ninety."
This does make sense. If there were only one or two bombs, it might be possible to dispose of them, but now there are as many as thirty of them. It doesn't look like a number that can be dealt with in a few minutes.
"Then we..." Tang Yao hesitated.
"Of course, saving your life is the most important thing!" Ling An said, "Get out first, and we'll deal with the rest after the police support arrives!"
As he spoke, he took the lead and ran towards the metal electronic door on the left side of the hall, where they had entered last night. The others did not stand there and followed him quickly.
When they arrived at the door, Ling An immediately took out his communicator and stuck it to the "communicator verification area". Everyone heard a "beep" sound and thought that the verification had been successful. However, they did not expect that the indicator light on the top of the door did not turn green as they expected, but instead lit up brightly in red.
"Hmm?" Ling An asked doubtfully, "What's going on?"
He was about to try again, but Lin Yan pushed his hand away and put his instructor communicator close to it. After a "beep" sound, the red light still came on.
"The instructor's authority is useless?" He Jingsheng frowned. "Have all our permissions been revoked?"
The volunteer's communicator didn't work, and neither did the instructor's. Suddenly, everyone turned their gazes to Song Yecheng: "Where's Duan Jingming's?"
——Since Duan Jingming’s communicator is the “head” of all communicators, its authority must be the highest.
Song Yecheng certainly understood what they meant, but at this time he already had a very ominous premonition. Although he still cooperated by taking out the communicator and sticking it over, he had almost lost hope in his heart.
"drop--"
The verification results confirmed his hunch.
Sure enough, the light was still red.
"Damn it!" Ling An rushed towards the other metal door opposite, unwilling to give up. "I'll try over there!"
At the same time, He Jingsheng and Tang Yao ran to the carved double wooden door at the front of the hall and pulled the door handle with all their strength, but they only heard the sound of chains clattering, and the door just shook a few times without any pain.
"This door can't be opened. It seems there is a chain outside!" He Jingsheng said.
"It's over, it doesn't work here either!" said Ling An, who had just finished trying the communicator in front of the metal door opposite.
"He must have blocked all the exits," Tang Yao said anxiously, "That's why he said we can't get the evidence out even if we get it!"
Yes, Song Yecheng's ominous premonition came from this. Because of Duan Jingming's words, when he learned that there was a bomb in the building, he immediately anticipated the worst-case scenario -
The countdown was running out, and they had no way to escape.
So when his expectation was completely verified, he didn't feel much surprise. He stood there almost calmly, and quickly fast-forwarded all the places he had visited and the floor plans he had seen in his mind like a slide show, trying to find a glimmer of hope.
Hundreds of scenes flashed by in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, a scene flashed before my eyes.
Song Yecheng's eyes suddenly lit up: "Follow me!"
The others were all stunned, and then as if they had found their backbone, they followed him without saying a word and walked in the opposite direction of the main gate.
Song Yecheng walked straight through the hall and into the horizontal corridor behind the hall, but did not step onto the stairs. Instead, he turned around and turned to the right side of the corridor.
Everyone followed and turned the corner. However, before they had taken a few steps, they heard Lin Yan suddenly say from behind, "Hey, Officer Jiang! Where are you going?"
Song Yecheng turned around suddenly and saw Jiang Que, who was walking at the end, stopped at the stairs. It seemed that he wanted to go upstairs, and Lin Yan, who asked him, was holding his arm tightly.
"I'm going to the control room." Jiang Que said.
"Why are you going there?" Lin Yan asked, and then suddenly realized, "Is it for that... the real murderer's information?"
Jiang Que nodded and said, "I must get the information out. I can't let it be destroyed."
"But what if he's lying to you?" Tang Yao asked worriedly, "Even if it's true, it's too late."
"There's still time," Jiang Que said, "If both doors are unlocked as he said, it would only take me two or three minutes to go up and down."
"But……"
Tang Yao wanted to persuade him again, but saw Song Yecheng walking towards her.
"Do we have to go?" Song Yecheng looked straight into Jiang Que's eyes.
Jiang Que nodded firmly: "This is my duty."
As he spoke, he gestured to the others and said, "You lead them to find the exit first. I'll catch up with you as soon as I get the information."
Song Yecheng was silent for two seconds, then suddenly turned his head to look at the front of the team: "Ling An?"
"Ah?" Ling An was caught off guard.
Song Yecheng raised his chin towards the end of the corridor and said, "Go straight ahead and you will find the old staircase we went to before. There is a lot of debris piled up at the corner between the first and second floors. There is a horizontal ventilation window on the top. I saw that there is no security net outside. It won't be a problem if you jump out from that height. You take them out from there."
"What about you?" Ling An said.
Song Yecheng gestured to his side: "I'll go with him."
Having said that, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he grabbed Jiang Que's wrist and strode upstairs.
"Hey, you guys—"
Lin Yan didn't even have time to say anything before he saw the two figures disappear around the corner of the stairs in the blink of an eye.
Having been entrusted with an important task, Ling An inexplicably felt a sense of responsibility. He immediately called out to everyone, "Alright, stop looking. Let's hurry over. We don't know if that road will lead us out yet. Let's figure it out first so we can get out directly when they come down."
Everyone agreed when they heard this, and without further delay, they nodded and quickly followed.
At the same time, at the corner of the second floor.
Song Yecheng strode up the stairs with great strides. His grip on Jiang Que's wrist was like an iron clamp, so Jiang Que twisted it for a long time but couldn't break free. "...Why did you come up here? I can do it alone."
Song Yecheng said without even turning his head: "Duan Jingming is such a cunning guy, I don't believe him if he says there is no trap upstairs."
"Then why are you coming?" Jiang Que asked.
"That's why I came all the more," Song Yecheng raised his eyebrows and glanced back, "You all know there's a trap, how can I let you go alone?"
Jiang Que: “…”
Song Yecheng sneered and looked away: "Okay, little officer, stop talking nonsense. Save your energy. We have to escape later."
He was tall and had long legs, and each step was three or two steps. Jiang Que was in a hurry just to follow his footsteps, and he really had no time to say anything more. He could only keep his head down and let him pull him up quickly.
There was a constant "tick" sound in the empty building, accompanied by the tapping of footsteps, and each sound indicated the passage of time.
When they reached the fourth-floor platform, Jiang Que's wrist, which had been tightly clamped, finally became free. He stopped to take a few breaths to steady his breathing, then he started walking again, walking with Song Yecheng towards the central control room on the right side of the hall.
When they arrived at the door, they found that just as Duan Jingming said, the heavy metal door that was originally as airtight as a bank vault was not completely closed at this time, but left a small gap.
Song Yecheng stretched out his hand and pushed the door inward. As the door slowly opened, the scene inside the room gradually appeared.
The central control room is worthy of its name. Looking around, except for a huge exhaust fan on the left wall facing the outside of the building, the rest of the walls are all occupied by large and small display screens. Various control panels are neatly arranged below the screens, with complex buttons scattered all over them, full of the atmosphere of modern technology.
And right in the middle of those control panels, facing the door, there is a very conspicuous independent display stand with a silver metal cabinet on it. I think it should be the safe that Duan Jingming mentioned.
Since Jiang Que and the other two had already arrived here, they had to go through this door no matter what. Unexpectedly, Jiang Que had just raised his foot and had not had time to step in when Song Yecheng suddenly grabbed his arm and said, "I'll go get it, you stay here and guard it."
Just as he was about to move, Jiang Que grabbed him back and said, "No, I'll go over, you stay here."
Before Song Yecheng could refute, he immediately added: "I am a policeman, and I am completing my mission."
Song Yecheng didn't expect that he would actually bring this up, and was choked for a moment, but he didn't say anything unreasonable like "Let's go together", because they all knew that the metal door in front of them might have been tampered with. If it locked itself as soon as the two of them entered, they would be completely at a loss.
Song Yecheng's mind raced, and he said, "Then it's hammer, paper, scissors. Whoever wins goes."
Jiang Que: “…”
He was speechless for a long while, but seeing that Song Yecheng was unwilling to give up unless he agreed, he knew that delaying any further would be a waste of time, so he finally raised his fist in resignation: "...Okay, come on."
Three, two, one.
Both of them attacked simultaneously.
Looking at his clenched fist and Jiang Que's open palm, this time it was Song Yecheng who was speechless: "..."
"Is that all right?" Jiang Que said.
Song Yecheng pursed his lips unwillingly, but finally let go of Jiang Que's wrist without any temper: "...Then be careful."
Jiang Que nodded, then without saying anything else, turned around and stepped over the threshold.
The control room was not very large, and the distance from the door to the display stand was only a dozen steps, but Jiang Que did not take it lightly. He paid careful attention to the surrounding situation with every step he took.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Nothing unusual happened in the control room until he walked to the display stand.
Song Yecheng outside the door breathed a sigh of relief for a moment, then turned his attention to the safe on the display stand: "Is the safe open?"
"Yeah." Jiang Que answered with his back turned.
Duan Jingming was not lying. The safe in front of him was indeed not locked. Just like the door of the control room, it was open a little bit.
Jiang Que reached out and opened the cabinet door, only to see a thick file bag lying quietly inside. He took out the bag, opened it in a few seconds, and found that it indeed contained a lot of identity information and evidence of the crime.
"Did you get it?" Song Yecheng asked from a distance, "Is it evidence?"
Jiang Que nodded: "Yes."
"Then come out quickly." Song Yecheng urged.
Although nothing has happened so far, the more nothing happens, the more worrying it is. Moreover, even in the best case scenario, if there is really no problem here, the time left for the bomb to explode is running out.
Jiang Que responded, stuffed the information back into the file bag swiftly, sealed it again, held it in his hand, turned and walked towards the door.
Song Yecheng watched him approach step by step, just as smoothly as in the past. His heart finally relaxed a little. He took this opportunity to look down at the time on the communicator in his hand.
Five minutes left.
Fortunately, going downstairs and climbing through the window should be enough.
He was just thinking about it when suddenly a very sharp sound came from the front: "Beep!"
Song Yecheng suddenly looked up and saw that Jiang Que, who was still moving and had already walked halfway, suddenly froze. His astonished eyes met his in the air, and then he slowly lowered his head to look at his feet in disbelief.
Song Yecheng followed his gaze and discovered that the floor tile Jiang Que was standing on had sunken. Not only that, a circle of dazzling red light lit up as a warning!
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