Qin Miaomiao looked at the photo of Lu Qing in the basent, lost in thought.
At this mont, it had been one hour and thirty-six minutes since the ga started.
There were still twenty-four minutes left.
Lu Qing looked at the digital cara and said to the psychology expert, "The other side holds a grudge against . They’ve been lurking in my manor for a long ti, kidnapping children, all to see suffer. What is this?"
The psychology expert said, "This is a preditated, organized terrorist act... From a certain perspective, it reflects the kidnapper’s psychological state. The kidnapper clearly anticipated our strong execution capabilities, so they designed a tid checkpoint. Within an onion-peeling style chase, they’re wearing down our willpower."
"But ultimately, the ga will return to their most primitive impulses."
"So..."
Little Third’s voice ca through the Bluetooth headset, "Oh my god, this is unbelievable. Decoding the concealed code, I actually found this!"
Qin Miaomiao opened the video call. On the video, Little Third swung the computer screen, showing her the search results.
Combining multiple search results and the previous IP address tracking keywords, tracing the concealnt marks upwards, the final analysis location was at the tree burial cetery in the northernmost part of City A.
Chinese people place great importance on burial ceremonies—
Years ago, cremation culture was strongly promoted, and after nearly thirty years it finally led citizens to accept turning their ancestors’ bodies into ashes. But in remote rural areas, there are still burial ceremonies.
And now, the most popular burial ceremony is tree burial. It challenges public perception once again.
A website conducted a survey, showing that the most popular burial ceremonies are burial and cremation, with similar votes, ranking among the top. But few chose tree burial.
Thus, although the tree burial cetery in North City looks luxurious, there are very few who actually choose it. Without governnt subsidies, the cetery would have closed long ago due to a lack of funds.
Lu Qing and a team of SWAT officers arrived at the tree burial cetery in North City, entering from the west gate, a cold wind hitting their faces.
These people are all highly educated and seasoned professionals. They wouldn’t misinterpret this cold wind as a ghostly wind.
But Qin Miaomiao shivered uncontrollably in the cold wind.
She and the boss entered the cetery from the north gate, focused on contacting Lu Qing, but they didn’t have Lu Qing’s new number. In fact, they were only a few kiloters apart.
Xiao Bai and Little Xiaobai followed behind Qin Miaomiao, occasionally whimpering softly, drawing attention to themselves in front of Qin Miaomiao.
Qin Miaomiao petted the little darlings on their heads, muttering to herself, "I really don’t know. Where exactly is Da Bao?" With that, she placed the clothes Da Bao had worn under the noses of the little darlings.
The little darlings moved next to the clothes, their nostrils twitching. After a mont of sniffing, they took off running.
Qin Miaomiao and the boss quickly followed. Soon they saw Lu Qing and the others.
The cetery path was wide, lined with rows of pine and cypress trees, and among the tall, straight SWAT officers, she imdiately spotted Lu Qing. Everything else, everyone else, automatically blurred into the background. He stood at the end of the path, waiting for her. Without thinking, she ran towards him.
Lu Qing was communicating with the kidnapper at this mont.
The kidnapper laughed sinisterly, "Ti flies, only ten minutes left. Your child is going to die because of you."
Lu Qing said, "I will catch you sooner or later. Just wait to rot in prison!"
The kidnapper said, "Touching Mr. Lu’s son, I knew this wouldn’t end well. Before I acted, I never thought about myself." After a pause, "Mr. Lu is truly impressive, even smarter than I thought. You’ve reached the tree burial cetery so quickly."
"Looks like the ga is going to end early."
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