The Kidnapper (4) (for the Mi Yi Flower Diamond Plus Update)
"You're not a police officer, so there's no way I'm going to approve your move." Fu Yiming categorically vetoed.
Qiao Yan showed full certainty. "I'm sure I'll be able to convince the prisoner ......"
"Don't say it, it's just a waste of time." Fu Yiming was furious.
"It's a waste of time not to let me go, Jin Wei will shoot soon! I know Jin Wei, and only I can enter his inner world! Qiao Yan did not show weakness, "As long as there are casualties, it is not a perfect ending." Even if it is a prisoner, we want him to put down the butcher's knife and repent and repent, rather than die with sin, don't we? And if Jin Wei died, the truth about Professor Feng Yanze's murder would be unknown. β
As soon as Qiao Yan's words fell, he saw Jin Wei raise his pistol, and he was ready to kill.
"Let the cameraman tell the prisoner that there are enthusiastic female viewers who adore him who want to see him." Wei Chihong quickly made a decision and asked the director to contact Xiao Shen.
Xiao Shen quickly conveyed it to Jin Wei, and after thinking about it, Jin Wei proposed to handcuff the female audience's hands and let her go in alone.
Fu Yiming didn't say anything more, he had to admit in his heart that what Qiao Yan said just now was correct.
And Yu Chihong grabbed Qiao Yan's arm, pulled her out of the live broadcast car, and walked a distance before stopping.
Qiao Yan stood there in astonishment, just looking at him in confusion, not understanding his intentions.
Wei Chihong took out his pistol from the holster at his waist and said almost in order: "Take it!" β
Qiao Yan was stunned for a while before she came to her senses. "No, then you will be disciplined, or even expelled."
Yu Chihong directly took her hand and stuffed the handle of the gun into her hand. "You've been in the FBI, do you know how to use it?" He had no superfluous words, but she saw in his face a clear, unquestionable fact, and it moved her deeply, that he loved him so wholeheartedly, a fervent and fiery love! She clutched the handle of the gun, which was heavy, as if it weighed a thousand pounds.
She smiled, tears welling up in her eyes. She handed the gun back to him. "You should trust me and believe that I have the ability to come back unscathed and without the need for a gun." Passionately, excitedly, she grabbed his arm, "I will definitely protect myself, for you!" β
Yu Chihong's heart tightened, and he didn't say a word, just stared at her with a pair of eager and burning eyes. He silently put away his gun and slammed her into his arms, his arms tightening her like a rope as if he were about to rub her into his own body. He quickly let go of her, put on tiny headphones for her, and then handcuffed her hands and watched her walk alone into the high-end residential building and disappear into the entrance. For a long time, he stood like a statue, with a bleak glow in his eyes.
When she got on the elevator, Zeng Jinling's voice came from the micro headphones worn by Qiao Yan, and she also rushed to the scene. "Qiao Yan, I talked to Jin Wei's mother, Jin Wei's parents have placed great expectations on him since he was a child, hoping that their son will become a dragon, but this has caused him great pressure, and he has lived under this pressure for a long time, which has led to mental health problems. In his junior year, Professor Feng Yanze persuaded him to stay and study for graduate school, but he refused, he didn't want to be tired of his studies anymore, but because of this, he was scolded by Feng Yanze for being useless, saying that he didn't grow up, had no interest, and only had the genes of a lost dog that was destined to be eliminated, which also caused him to lose confidence in himself and drop out of school. After dropping out of school, his father announced that he had disowned him, and his mother had no choice but to do so, and they never interacted again. The mother actually misses her son very much, but the father wants to save face and resolutely refuses to let her contact her son. β
As soon as Qiao Yan entered the house, she was tied to a chair by Jin Wei before the real conversation between them began.
"Why are you seeing me?" Jin Wei asked. Qiao Yan saw an obvious scar on his face, and in the nail of the right finger of the murdered Feng Yanze, a part of the skin residue suspected to be the murderer was found, and Jin Wei's face was probably scratched by Feng Yanze.
"I think you're amazing enough to get the TV station to apologize for you." Qiao Yan said softly, but affirmatively, "So no matter what, I want to show my respect to you in person, and I can't tolerate that kind of opinion, I think that genes are not strong or weak, and everyone has their own advantages." Thank you so much for speaking from the heart of our vast audience. β
Jin Wei stared at Qiao Yan and was silent for a while, his eyes radiating with strange brilliance, and his expression was strange. "I'm glad you can say that." He muttered, "It's been a long time since I felt like I had a worthwhile existence." β
Wei Chihong and Zeng Jinling in front of the screen both breathed a sigh of relief, this seems to be a good start.
And Qiao Yan was still nervous and didn't dare to relax at all.
Jin Wei suddenly let out a strange smile, his eyes were sad, and there was a layer of anger that was difficult to hide. "Don't lie to me, you're a cop. I have a gun in my hand, how can ordinary viewers not be afraid of death! β
He raised his pistol and aimed it at Qiao Yan's forehead. "Then you start first, Miss Police."
Yu Chihong took a deep breath, nervous and frightened. "How's the sniper point B?" He quickly asked through the intercom.
"This is point B." The other party replied, "The obstacle on the balcony has caused a blind spot, and it is impossible to confirm the location of the target." β
βShitοΌβ Yu Chihong cursed, his deep eyes glowing with anger.
The muzzle of the gun was already against Qiao Yan's forehead, moving down her cheek to her chin, and circling around her face.
Wei Chihong's heart was almost jumping out of his chest, his eyes stared straight at the screen, and the emotions of fear and grief grabbed him entirely.
Zeng Jinling's face was also pale, even Fu Yiming was nervous, even if he was prejudiced against Qiao Yan, he didn't want her to be hurt.
Facing the muzzle of the black hole, Qiao Yan was in danger. "I did come to meet you as an audience, and I was afraid of death, but I believe that no one can get closer to your heart than me, so I still came."
Jin Wei's hand moved.
"If you want to stop me, come and find out who I really am! That's what you said in your heart, right? Qiao Yan looked directly at him, "You actually want someone to stop you, but no one can understand you." But I can, I've found the real you, I'm going to stop it! β
"Shut up!" Jin Wei shouted.
"I'm here to stop you!" Qiao Yan also raised her voice, "You really want to be recognized by your parents." You were born into a wealthy family and grew up with your parents' expectations, but you feel that your parents' expectations of you are a pressure. You did everything you could to live up to their expectations. But no matter how hard you try, you can't live up to their expectations. So you start to hate yourself, and you hate them, hating them for wanting their son to become a dragon, but you can't understand the pain in your heart. You're under a lot of pressure, you've lost yourself, you've lost your joy. On the one hand, you hate them, and on the other hand, you blame yourself for not satisfying them. β
Jin Wei's hand holding the gun trembled. He remembered that he had been kicked to the ground by his father and beaten and scolded him. "I spent so much money to send you to cram school, and you got such a grade, are you a waste?" When his father was beating and scolding, his mother looked at him indifferently from the side. He lay on the ground, tears streaming down his face.
He likes music, but hates mathematics, physics and chemistry. In the end, his parents reluctantly relented and agreed to him to apply for art colleges and universities in the college entrance examination. But after being admitted to university, he still couldn't get rid of the pressure exerted by his parents, he began to resist and escape, but his parents pressed him step by step, they asked him to get a scholarship, take the graduate school entrance examination, and find Professor Feng Yanze to help with work.
"That's not your fault, everyone should have their own way of living, and no one has the right to dominate the lives of others, including parents. It is not that you can be admitted to a first-class university to prove that you are genetically strong, nor is it the so-called success of your career to be happy. Qiao Yan said sincerely, "There is no difference between good and bad people, and there is no genetic strength or weakness, different people should have their own different life goals, some people like to be vigorous, and some people are willing to be bland." As long as you feel satisfied, why care about other people's opinions. β
"Don't say these high-sounding words!" Jin Wei became manic, he held his head in his hands, and paced back and forth, "You won't understand at all, you are young and beautiful, and you have a decent career, how can you understand those of us who are not recognized!" β
"Is your life really so unbearable, to the point where you have to kill people to relieve hatred?" Qiao Yan asked, "They shouldn't despise you, but you can't blame others for everything and blindly run away." In this world, there are too many lonely people who are not recognized, but they will not kill people because of this. Many people have encountered misfortunes, but they do not complain, but strive for self-improvement, live very hard, and face life with a smile. You're not a lost dog, do you think you're losing? You didn't lose at all, and if you give up on yourself and admit defeat easily, that's the real lost dog! β
"Say no more!" Jin Wei's eyes were red, and he raised his gun again, and his emotions were on the verge of collapse.
"I'm sorry, Xiaowei, mom was wrong!" Qiao Yan said softly, "I'm sorry for letting you endure so much." It's Mom's fault for not loving you well. knew that you were unhappy, but he didn't think about you, watched you being beaten and scolded, and didn't save you. β