The picture that Professor Bavar was referring to was a cardboard box with a square sheet of paper on it.

"It's like a courier order. Zhen Zhen, who lived in Paris, recognized at a glance that the cardboard box in the picture was pasted with a courier bill commonly used in France, "If it is a courier note, there must be an address on it." ”

The police officer sitting at the desk quickly captured and enlarged the video.

The enlarged express bill appeared on the computer screen, and the address on the list also appeared clearly in front of everyone's eyes.

After getting the address, the police immediately dispatched, and Zhen Zhen and Professor Bavar also got into the police car and went to the scene together.

The address of the kidnappers in the video is not far from the police station, in an art center on the banks of the Seine.

After receiving the notice, the armed police near the art center rushed over first, and when the police on which Ye Zhenzhen was riding were about to arrive, suddenly, a violent explosion sounded, and the ground shook, followed by a thick black smoke rising in the direction of the art center.

A voice came over the radio of the police car, "An explosion occurred in the art center, many civilians were killed and wounded, and nearby police officers were requested to support ......"

By the time Ye Zhenzhen's police car arrived at the scene, the art center in front of everyone was already a building burning with black smoke.

In the video, it is shown that the address where Nan Zhiqiao was kidnapped is here, Ye Zhenzhen got out of the police car and was about to rush into the fire, but was stopped by Professor Bavar next to her.

"Let go, Zhiqiao is inside, I'm going to go in and find him. Vera struggled to break free from Professor Bavar's shackles.

The more he struggled, the tighter Professor Bavar's hand gripped it, "Mrs. Xiaonan, the fire is too big, if you go in like this, you will either be burned to death by the fire or choked to death by the smoke, and your life will not be saved, how can you save people?"

At this time, Zhen Zhen no longer cared about any danger or not, and there was only one thought in her heart, that is, she must see Nan Zhiqiao, regardless of life or death.

"Boom!"

There was an earth-shattering roar, and the heat wave carried a heavy smell of fireworks, and everyone reflexively covered their heads and took two steps back.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw that the art center in front of me had collapsed due to the explosion and fire, and the original three-story ancient building had become a pile of ruins in the flames.

The crackling of flames burned through the ruins, mixed with the painful moans of the crowd.

Ye Zhenzhen stood still, her head blank, until the water sprayed by the firefighting helicopter poured overhead.

The cold water wetted his hair and flowed down his cheeks and down his neck, scorching under the flames in front of him.

The feeling of heat and cold, coupled with the cries of pain from the injured crowd, Zhen Zhen came to her senses and understood what she was going to do now.

Someone crawled out of the fire, and Zhen Zhen stepped forward to help, extinguishing the fire on the man, checking the injuries, and handing them over to the ambulance crews who arrived one after another.

Zhen Zhen began to be busy saving people, and faintly hoped that the next person who would run out of the fire would be her beloved Nan Zhiqiao.

Looking at Zhen Zhen's busy figure, Professor Bavar was stunned for a moment, first with a complicated expression, and then followed to help save people.

It was already afternoon when she arrived in Paris, and after a lot of tossing, it was completely dark, and the fire caused by the explosion was extinguished.

Firefighters, police and paramedics are also searching for survivors at the scene and sorting out the remains of those who have been killed.

Ye Zhenzhen was also busy, but she never saw Nan Zhiqiao's figure.

The police used a life detector to find the ruins of the art center after the explosion and fire, and after determining that there were no signs of life, they began to investigate the scene and collect evidence.

Because the explosion and fire at the art center may have been a terrorist attack, the police searched carefully for any clues that might be related.

Life wants to see people and death to see corpses, and Nan Zhiqiao is not found among the survivors, so Zhen Zhen and the police begin to search for the dead.

Most of the corpses recovered from the ruins of the fire were burned to a blur, and they could not be identified based on their external characteristics alone, so genetic comparisons were required.

Ye Zhenzhen followed the police from the scene of the fire at the art center to the identification center of the police station, and stood in the corridor at the door waiting for the identification results.

Nan Zhiqiao used to be a visiting scholar at the Institut Pasteur in Paris, and before entering the laboratory, he would keep a blood sample in the laboratory of the Institut Pasteur, and the police would take the blood sample and compare it with the victims of the explosion and fire.

Zhen Zhen prayed in her heart that there would be no unanimous result, so that there would be no Nan Zhiqiao among the dead, and that the disappearance represented hope compared to death.

Soon, the results of the comparison came out, and a gene consistent with Nan Zhiqiao's blood sample was detected in a pile of visceral tissue found in the fire.

In other words, Nan no Qiao's visceral tissue was found, which means that Nan no Qiao died in the explosion, and there are no other remains, only a pile of visceral tissue.

Hearing the test results, Ye Zhenzhen spun for a while and fainted on the spot.

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When Ye Zhenzhen woke up, she found herself lying on a hospital bed in Paris, with Professor Bavar and Lao Zhao by her side.

Lao Zhao was the bodyguard sent by Nan Jianguo to Nan Zhiqiao, he was a man in his forties with a broken finger, after retiring from the army in his early years, he was hired by Nan Jianguo, and he has been guarding Nan Zhiqiao, silently guarding in secret.

Although Lao Zhao followed Nan Zhiqiao, he never took the initiative to appear, unless Nan Zhiqiao was in danger, and Zhen Zhen had a few encounters with Lao Zhao.

Seeing Lao Zhao again at this time, Zhen Zhen sat up from the bed, grabbed Lao Zhao's sleeve beside the bed, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Lao Zhao was dressed in a black suit, his face was very solemn, he lowered his head, and he didn't dare to look at Zhen Zhen's eyes, "Mrs. Xiao Nan, I'm sorry, I didn't protect Mr. Xiao Nan well." ”

Zhen Zhen cooled her whole body from the bottom of her heart, and the hand holding Lao Zhao's sleeve slowly let go, and tears fell.

Zhen Zhen cried sadly, Lao Zhao was a little at a loss, what he wanted to say, but he didn't know where to start, and finally only said one sentence, "Mrs. Xiaonan, I'm sorry, please mourn ......"

After crying for a while, Zhen Zhen's tears didn't mean to stop, as if she would cry until she was old, Lao Zhao really had no choice, and asked in a low voice: "Mrs. Xiao Nan, when will you tell the old chairman the news?"

Thinking of Grandpa Nan, Zhen Zhen stopped crying.

Grandpa Nan is already old, first lost his son, and now he is a grandson, if he knows now, how can Grandpa Nan's body stand it?

There are still so many relatives to take care of, the murderer of Nan Zhiqiao has not been found, there are not many things that have not been done, and he can't fall, Zhen Zhen wiped away her tears and instructed Lao Zhao, "I will tell Grandpa Nan in person about this matter, and now, you tell me all about Zhiqiao's experience after he arrived in Paris." ”

Lao Zhao began to narrate what happened.

Four days ago, Nan Zhiqiao and Professor Bavar flew to Paris to attend the International Conference on Cloning Technology, and their bodyguard Lao Zhao secretly accompanied them.