Rising Glory (2)
Wei Chihong nodded in agreement, and immediately gave orders to his subordinates: "Go find a man over 35 years old, wearing an old-fashioned suit, black leather shoes, and talking to an older woman......
"Focus the search on the window." Wan Xing's lazy voice cut off Wei Chihong's unfinished words, she unceremoniously snatched Zeng Jinling's miniature wireless microphone and spoke directly to Yu Chihong, "Judging from the bomb maniac statistics I have collected, bomb maniacs generally like to watch the explosion of their own bombs up close. â
Wei Chihong rushed to the second floor without saying a word. Qiao Yan and Mo Yuqing followed.
On the second floor, there are 360-degree floor-to-ceiling windows, and you can clearly see the 80-meter-high landmark landscape tower in Haidu Nanshan Park from a certain angle.
"Evacuate the visitors to the Landscape Tower immediately." Wei Chihong gave an order.
The timer in front of Wan Xing showed that there were less than 7 minutes left before the explosion.
Qiao Yan patrolled along the window, and suddenly, a man and a woman around the corner attracted her attention. The man in his forties with a wine glass in his hand looks like he is of medium stature and has a well-proportioned physique. I saw that his hair was combed bare, and the black leather shoes on his feet were polished. He was wearing an old-fashioned blue suit with buttons tightly buttoned on his top. The woman next to her was a middle-aged woman with a slightly chubby body, she was wearing a black skirt and no evening dress. Both were facing the window, and the man was smiling and looking out the window while chatting with the woman.
"By the window at the south corner of the second floor, a suspicious person was found." Qiao Yan reported in a timely manner.
"You can't jump to conclusions and test the suspect." Zeng Jinling instructed.
Qiao Yan left in response. She approached the man and the woman, and asked casually, "Are you sisters and brothers?" â
The woman was surprised and asked, "How do you know?" â
"I think you look alike." In fact, the sister and brother don't look like each other at all, Qiao Yan just said it casually.
Men behave politely. "Miss's vision is so accurate, I don't even see that I look like my sister."
"The relationship between your sister and brother must be very good." Qiao Yan continued to talk.
"Of course, since my mother died, my sister and brother have been dependent on each other." My sister is quite talkative.
Qiao Yan secretly observed the man and found that although he kept smiling, as if listening to the conversation between her and her sister, he felt a little absent-minded. This person was completely consistent with the previous description of the crime portrait, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse that Wei Chihong and several other criminal policemen were already hiding around, ready to arrest the suspect at any time. Mo Yuqing was also nervously watching not far away.
"It's too late, so I asked him directly, 'F¡ P' is not an abbreviation for FairPlay. Zeng Jinling's slightly hurried voice came from the headset, "Wanxing has determined that 'F¡ The meaning of 'P' is to imitate the signature of the criminal in the sensational bomb maniac case in the United States in the 50s of the last century. â
Qiao Yan then asked the man: "F¡ P, is that an abbreviation for FairPlay? â
The man's face changed instantly. Almost at the same time, Wei Chihong issued an order to "arrest him", and Lu Bin and another criminal policeman rushed over from both sides and captured the man.
The man struggled and writhed desperately, shouting "pain" in his mouth.
Wei Chihong walked over steadily, groped twice, and found a remote control from the other party's shirt pocket, on which the words "for drills" were written in big red letters. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he pressed the red button at the top. The timer in front of Wan Xing immediately stopped beating, and there were only 3 minutes and 18 seconds left.