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It's night time.

Yao Zichen has a puppet cat at home. It has blue eyes, white hair and brown ears. It looks very beautiful.The puppet cat is lying on the tall cat climbing frame by the French window, lazily stretching its body into a "one" character, with its tail and head hanging in the air, and a pair of big crystal clear blue eyes with nothing to say He looked at Xia Bingyang standing in front of it.

Xia Bingyang is afraid of cats, and he doesn't like to get close to the egg yolk at home, but now he is very close to this unknown puppet cat, and he is also looking at the puppet cat.He and the puppet cat looked at each other, and each could see each other, but neither of them put each other in their eyes.Xia Bingyang looked at it, just looking for a place to rest his thoughtful eyes.

At this time, six hours had passed since Xitong disappeared.It was too late for Yao Zichen to report the crime. After finding out that her son was missing, the first thing she did was to seek help from the staff of the mall. It was only after the staff broadcast for her for more than 40 minutes that she thought of going to the security room of the mall. View the recording.After confirming that her son was taken away by a strange man, she thought of calling the police. Although the police from the police station who received the police did not slow down, they followed the lengthy process.

"Why didn't you report to the police earlier? The child was missing for an hour, and the search area had to be expanded by [-] kilometers. Now that he has been missing for nearly three hours, the child may not be in Weining anymore."

This is what the police at the police station said to Yao Zichen. Yao Zichen later relayed it to Xia Bingyang, and weeping bitterly asked Xia Bingyang to verify the truth of what the policeman said.

Xia Bingyang was speechless, pointing to two people to send Yao Zichen home to rest.

Now Yao Zichen’s house is full of police officers. The police who retreated from the shopping mall retreated to Yao Zichen’s house. They came in and out of every bedroom, busy, everyone was busy, but no one talked. Yao Zichen sobbing on the sofa.

Xia Bingyang looked at the cat, and the cat looked at him still, until the cat swung its soft tail from side to side provocatively, Xia Bingyang's eyes moved slightly, and he took a step back.

Turning his eyes away from the cat, he saw several books by Yao Zichen on the bookshelf next to the cat shelf, all of which were unopened and covered with a layer of transparent plastic paper "Dear Indus Tree" .

This book is so famous that two films adapted from this novel have been released so far, as well as several stage plays that have toured across the country.Because it wasn't his favorite genre, Xia Bingyang had only heard of this book but had never read it.

He took a copy from the shelf, tore off the protective film on the surface, opened it, and saw the preface on the title page. The preface was written by Yao Zichen himself. The second page of the preface was a photo printed on paper. On it is the prototype of the comic book "Dear Indus Tree", a picture book, with "Dear Indus Tree" written on the light blue cover with a black marker, perhaps because of the age,' The word "Wutong" is a little blurry, especially the word "Wu", which seems to have been accidentally erased, but it does not affect the recognition.

Xia Bingyang flipped through the preface, the first page is the protagonist of this comic, the cartoon character 'Tong Tong' based on Xitong. The Tongtong in the book is a delicate and thin child. He hides in the cave-like darkness, lonely. And sad——

The door was pushed open suddenly, Shao Yunfeng and Ren Erdong strode in, when Yao Zichen saw her husband, tears burst into tears instantly, and she threw herself into her husband's arms crying bitterly.Ren Erdong took a quick glance at the couple snuggling together, walked past them, stood beside Xia Bingyang, and said in a low voice, "We found that taxi."

Xia Bingyang turned a page back: "Yes."

Ren Erdong said: "The taxi that took Sitong was stolen two days ago. The owner of the car filed a report at the police station. The cripple drove that car and took Sitong away from the shopping mall and then drove south to the train station. One kilometer north of the station, out of the city, the car was parked on the side of the track, and no one was there. There were no fingerprints, hair, or body fluids in the car, which could verify the murderer's identity. Instead, I found Xitong's body in the back seat A few hairs."

Xia Bingyang looked down at the manga in his hand with a sullen face, staring rather than reading, and said in a sullen tone, "Are you sure he's a cripple?"

Ren Erdong gave a 'tsk' sound: "My commander, why are you still struggling with this problem? Yes, it is definitely a cripple, and it is a cripple with a left leg that looks like a clockwork compass when turning. "

Xia Bingyang put the book back on the shelf, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Shao Yunfeng rushing in front of him, so close that he could bite off his nose, he asked him, "Where's my son?"

Xia Bingyang looked at him indifferently for a moment, then glanced at Ren Erdong who was standing dryly aside.

Ren Erdong squeezed between Xia Bingyang and Shao Yunfeng, and pushed Shao Yunfeng back: "Calm down, Mr. Shao, we are doing our best to help you find a child. At this time, you have to cooperate with us—"

"Then look for it, what are you doing in my house! Will the bastard who kidnapped Tongtong hide Tongtong in my house?!"

The busy police officers were no stranger to the scene of the victim's family venting their grievances and anger on the police. They were busy with their work, but they just gave Shao Yunfeng a look and didn't stop.

Lang Xixi came out of the bedroom with the computer in her arms, went to the living room and reached out to Shao Yunfeng: "Mr. Shao, your phone."

"What?"

Lang Xixi glanced at Xia Bingyang: "The suspect may call you, and we want to monitor|monitor your mobile phone."

"Monitor|listen to my cell phone? Do you know who I talk to every day and what I say on the phone? Do you know how much I have in my cell phone-"

Xia Bingyang didn't listen, and strode over to take out Shao Yunfeng's cell phone in the inside pocket of his suit jacket in a professional way, and handed it to Lang Xixi.

"you!"

The anger of being slighted and offended made Shao Yunfeng approach Xia Bingyang, but Xia Bingyang turned his head and stared at the spot.

Xia Bingyang said coldly: "You don't want to find your son anymore, do you? You go to the police station to dismiss the case now, and we will close the team immediately."

Yao Zichen ran over to grab her husband, and apologized repeatedly to Xia Bingyang: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Officer Xia, I'm sorry, my husband didn't mean that, he was too anxious, I'm really sorry."

The sullen Shao Yunfeng was dragged back to the sofa by his wife and sat down.

Lang Xixi knelt down on the floor, put the computer on the coffee table, and tapped the keyboard with her ten fingers flying like flying. After busying for a while, she raised her head and nodded to Xia Bingyang who had been staring at her: "Okay."

As soon as the words fell, the phone on the coffee table rang the preset ringtone that Lang Xixi had just set, and the ringing of the tinkling bell was rapid and violent like a war drum.Everyone around couldn't help but stop what they were doing and looked at the living room.

Lang Xixi glanced at the caller number, quickly made a judgment, looked at Xia Bingyang and said, "It starts with 02, it's a public phone booth!"

Compared to other people who looked nervous, Xia Bingyang was much calmer, hooked his foot to a chair and sat down, first raised his palm and pressed it down, made a gesture of silence, and then said to Yao Zichen: "You take it. "

The phone was still ringing, Lang Xixi was hanging on the keyboard with one hand, holding the mouse with the other, and gave Xia Bingyang a ready look.

Yao Zichen seemed to be pushed by someone, knelt down on the floor, picked up the microphone with a pale face, trembling with a crying voice: "Hello?"

Xia Bingyang stared at the phone as coldly as if staring at the suspect.

After a moment of silence, a stern male voice came from Lang Xixi's computer.

"Xiaotong's mother?"

the man asked.

Yao Zichen's whole body was trembling, but his voice was quite steady: "Yes, yes. Who are you?"

The man sneered: "Stop pretending, I know you are surrounded by police."

Yao Zichen looked at Xia Bingyang helplessly, and Xia Bingyang shook his head gently at her.

"I didn't, I didn't call the police, can we have a private affair? I will promise you whatever you ask, as long as you take my child—"

The man interrupted her bluntly: "I want money."

Yao Zichen said eagerly: "No problem, how much do you want? I will call you right now."

"Shut up and listen to me!"

The man shouted angrily.

The blood on Yao Zichen's scolded face faded, and he was weak like a paper man: "I'm sorry, I, I, I—"

Xia Bingyang listened with a gloomy face.

The man said, "I want that pink diamond."

Xia Bingyang frowned, and looked up at Yao Zichen and Shao Yunfeng.

Both Yao Zichen and Shao Yunfeng were surprised. Yao Zichen looked at her husband with pleading eyes, as if waiting for her husband's permission, but Shao Yunfeng was only surprised and did not respond to his wife.

The man sneered and said, "Exchange the pink diamond for your son, why not? You don't have time to discuss it, so give me an answer now. If the business fails, I will tear up the ticket."

Yao Zichen cried: "No! We agree, we will give you whatever you want."

"Don't play tricks with me. I have to appraise the diamond before deciding whether to return you a living person or a corpse. Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the evening, Noah Century Plaza, wait for my call."

With a beep, the call ended.

Lang Xixi said: "No. 156, Gaopu Road."

Ren Erdong didn't need Xia Bingyang's order, and immediately took a few people away.

Xia Bingyang looked at Yao Zichen, who covered his face and sobbed, and Shao Yunfeng, who was looking dazed: "Pink Diamond?"

Shao Yunfeng's eyes fluttered, and he said with a pale face, "Two months ago, I bought a pink diamond at an auction."

"How much is the market price?"

"One, eighteen million."

800 million is undoubtedly an astronomical figure for an ordinary working class like Xia Bingyang, and it must be a considerable fortune for Shao Yunfeng.

"Where is the pink diamond now?"

"I put it in the bank, in the bank safe."

Xia Bingyang stared at him: "Now the kidnapper asks you to exchange this diamond for your son, will you exchange it?"

Shao Yunfeng seemed to be in a hurry: "You just don't care?! If he wants anything I'll give him, then what's the use of us calling the police!"

Yao Zichen tugged at his arm, trying to stop his rudeness.

Xia Bingyang smiled coldly indifferently: "Mr. Shao, don't worry, our police are not useless wretches who are full of food all day long. Of course, we will take measures against the kidnappers. The kidnappers have an appointment to trade tomorrow night, and we don't have much time left, so we need your money." A diamond drew him out."

"Then can you guarantee that both the diamond and the child will come back?"

Shao Yunfeng looked at him hopefully.

It's a pity that Xia Bingyang couldn't give him any verbal guarantee, but said solemnly: "We will do our best."

He didn't stay any longer, and walked towards the door vigorously: "Xiao Chen and Xiao Wang stay here, and the rest of the group will stay!"

It was after twelve o'clock in the evening when we left Yao Zichen's house, and the lights of Weining in the middle of the night covered the streets like long dragons.Xia Bingyang drove towards Noah Century Square, driving in silence, except for the occasional calls from his subordinates, he basically had nothing to say.

Lang Xixi was sitting in the co-pilot with a laptop on his lap, and he was still searching for all possible information: "Captain Xia, I brought up the auction where Shao Yunfeng bought diamonds and the name list of the sponsor, you Do you want to take a look?"

Xia Bingyang looked ahead, frowned slightly, his expression was not so much tired, but rather irritable, annoyed by the current predicament that he could not do anything about.

"It's useless. There are too many channels for people to know about this kind of thing. There are rich people like Shao Yunfeng, and some poor ghosts are watching."

Although he said so, Lang Xixi still didn't give up checking the list, and asked, "Where are we going now? This is not the way back to the bureau."

"Go to Noah Century Plaza."

Noah Century Plaza is very large, covering an area of ​​[-] square meters. With the huge fountain square in the center of the square as the center, it looks like many small squares with different leisure and entertainment functions radiating around.Xia Bingyang was driving on the edge of Noah Square, and he could see water droplets rising from the center and colorful spotlights from a long distance away.

After turning about half a circle along the road on the edge of the square, Xia Bingyang parked the car on the side of the road, lowered the window, and looked at the performance stage of the music square in the distance, with a row of lights on the top of the performance stage, surrounded by a row of stone sculptures. The lights illuminated most of the square, and a dozen men dressed as workers were overhauling and building a performance stage.

Xia Bingyang stretched out his hand out of the window to block the cool night wind, looked at the busy workers over there, and asked, "What are they doing?"

Before the words fell, the person had already opened the car door and went out.Lang Xixi also got out of the car and followed him.

Xia Bingyang walked into the square, walked a few hundred meters, and arrived at the performance stage of the music square, which seemed like daytime, and chatted with a worker.

Lang Xixi stood aside, looking around boredly without going over.After a while, she saw that Xia Bingyang had left the stage, walked a few steps forward, stood in the dark under the lights, and looked east.

Lang Xixi walked up to him: "What's wrong, Team Xia?"

Xia Bingyang looked in that direction, with a look of melancholy on his brows: "There will be a music festival here tomorrow night, and there will be at least a thousand people. The kidnappers will definitely take advantage of the huge crowd in the music square to take away the chips he wants."

As he spoke, the corners of his lips curled up, and he gave a wry smile: "It's not easy to do."

Lang Xixi looked at him, thinking that he would see worry in his sharp eyes, but he didn't. What Xia Bingyang hid in his eyes was not worry, but a touch of loneliness.

The place he was looking at was the Qijiang Bridge. The Qijiang Bridge was on a high terrain, and even if it was blocked by tall buildings, he could see the whole picture.At night, the Qijiang Bridge is full of lights, like a silver belt across the city.

Xia Bingyang looked there, as if looking for someone.