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Zhong Kui's Diary
I glanced at Lingfeng and picked up the phone.
"Officer Zheng, I see you two are quite fast!" Mr. Qian's voice came through the line.
I nodded at Lingfeng and made a gesture for 'money,' indicating that this person was Mr. Qian. Then I cleared my throat and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Nothing much, just testing your physical abilities and luck," Mr. Qian chuckled.
"Luck? What luck?" I asked in surprise.
"Do you see this Timed Bomb in front of you?" Mr. Qian said with a smile. "I won't explain the principle of the bomb; the only way to stop it is to cut one of the Power Cords."
I looked at the numbers on the Liquid Crystal Display, which now read 00:01:4, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Is it one red wire and one blue wire? I have to cut one of them, and if I cut the right one, the bomb will stop; if I cut the wrong one, it will explode. Am I right?"
Mr. Qian laughed, "Basically correct, but that's just how it works in movies. My bomb has more than two wires; you can see all these Power Cords outside, right? Let me think... red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet—ah, seems like there are seven wires. Only one of them is the trigger wire; cut that one, and the bomb will stop. Well then, you can start cutting now."
I looked at the chaotic mess of colorful Power Cords on the bomb and felt a headache coming on. Damn it, this isn't following the script!
Lingfeng asked from the side, "What's going on?"
Before I could answer, Mr. Qian's piercing laughter rang out again: "Of course, you can just throw this bomb away and ignore it. But I'm responsible for telling you that Zhou Zhixiong has a similar bomb on him, controlled by the same device as this one. If yours explodes over there, Zhou Zhixiong's bomb will also explode. Oh dear, am I being too verbose? It seems your time is running out."
I quickly explained the situation to Lingfeng. When we looked back at the LCD Screen again, it showed there were only 8 seconds left.
Switching my phone to speaker mode and placing it on the ground, I picked up the Tiger Claw and urgently asked Lingfeng, "Which Power Cord are you going to cut?"
Lingfeng looked very pale, with seven colors displayed. No one could make a decision in this situation; after all, the chance of guessing correctly was one in seven. Yes, it was a guess. In this circumstance, we could only speculate. If we guessed wrong, there would only be one outcome: a loud explosion.
LCD Screen showed 1 second remaining.
"Forget about everything else, just pick a color! Whatever you choose is what it is," I couldn't help but raise my voice.
"Hehehe! Could it be red? Or maybe yellow?" The laughter of Mr. Qian came from the phone, and I found that laughter particularly grating.
"Let's go with red," Lingfeng said through gritted teeth.
"Are you sure you don't want to think it over? What if you guess wrong?" Mr. Qian cackled.
LCD Screen still showed 1 second remaining.
I extended the Tiger Claw towards the red Power Cord, ready to bite down and cut it when Lingfeng suddenly said, "Wait!"
"What is it?" I asked, frowning as I held the Tiger Claw over the red Power Cord.
"Ah! Don't think anymore! There's no time left! It's about to explode! Oh dear, my heart is racing so fast. I can't take it anymore; I'm hanging up!" Mr. Qian shouted dramatically before ending the call.
LCD Screen displayed 8 seconds remaining.
"We should cut all the wires at once," Lingfeng urged urgently.
"But if we cut the wrong one, it'll explode!" I was taken aback.
"But if we cut the right one, it will stop!" Lingfeng said somewhat incoherently. "Let's take a gamble; these processes might be simultaneous. It's possible that as soon as we trigger it, it will stop."
"Damn," although I didn't know what Lingfeng was talking about, it sounded reasonable. At that moment, the LCD Screen showed there were 4 seconds left. I gritted my teeth and quickly gathered the seven Power Cords together. Just as there was one second left on the LCD Screen, I kicked Lingfeng aside and abruptly cut all the Power Cords, then hurled the bomb away with all my strength, throwing myself to the ground and quickly covering my head with my hands.
The bomb did not explode; instead, it landed far away on the ground, making a clattering noise.
"Damn, it's a fake bomb!"
Ding ding ding, my phone rang again. I got up and, somewhat annoyed, pressed the speakerphone button. Mr. Qian's maniacal laughter came through the receiver.
"What do you mean?" Edge glanced at Lingfeng, who also wore a bitter smile. Clearly, we had been played by Mr. Qian.
Mr. Qian seemed to be laughing so hard he could hardly breathe. After a while, he gasped, "This is too funny! I haven't laughed this hard in ages! Haha, you two, I'm really sorry! Don't be so angry; it was just a joke!"
"Joking with a fake bomb is not funny at all," I retorted angrily. "This bomb is fake, right? No matter which wire we cut, it won't explode, right?"
"Fake bomb? Tsk tsk, you think too highly of me. How could it possibly be a fake bomb? Also, you must have watched too many American movies to think that cutting any Power Cord would disarm the bomb? That's just a trick to fool you. A real bomb will explode no matter which wire you cut unless the person who made it is deliberately playing games with you and designed it that way." Mr. Qian sighed dramatically. "Because you two are still useful to me, I didn't blow you up. However, I can assure you that this bomb is definitely not fake."
"Then why didn't it explode?" Lingfeng sneered.
"Sigh, my good intentions were mistaken for something sinister," Mr. Qian exaggeratedly lamented. "Alright, let me show you two country bumpkins what a big scene looks like. A friendly reminder: you'd better stay far away from the bomb."
Lingfeng and I exchanged glances and ultimately walked twenty meters away while hiding behind a tree.
"Tsk tsk, you really listen well. Actually, this is just a fake bomb! Hahahahahaha!" Mr. Qian laughed heartily again.
"You bastard!" I shouted in fury.
Before I could finish my sentence, an explosive sound erupted from the trash can area, and then I saw a piece of metal fly past us...
I really don't know what to write anymore.
This Mr. Qian is truly insane. When we thought it was a real bomb, he claimed it was a fake bomb, and when we thought it was a fake bomb, he proved to us that it was indeed a real bomb.
“Lingfeng, Zhong Zhengnan, isn't this fun?” Mr. Qian sneered on the phone. “Did you think I didn't recognize both of you?”
Lingfeng and I exchanged glances, both seeing deep helplessness in each other's eyes. Who on earth is this guy, toying with us like this?
“What do you want?” I asked hoarsely.
“Since the game has started, let's not stop. Tomorrow Zhou Mu Yang will prepare one million, and you two are responsible for delivering the money to me. Take this phone; I will contact you again. Remember, if I find out you use a Helicopter, I will terminate this game, and at that point, you can just hand Zhou Zhixiong his corpse.” Mr. Qian sneered and hung up.
Lingfeng bitterly called someone to handle the aftermath. An explosion had occurred in a public place, and as the Public Security Bureau Chief, he was at the forefront of it all. What could threaten public safety more than a bomb? Unless he could solve this kidnapping case, his position as chief was as good as gone.
That night, we held a meeting at a night market with Kong Xuan and others, going over the ins and outs of the situation. Everyone frowned and shook their heads, feeling that Mr. Qian's actions must have deeper meaning.
We've seen arrogance before, but never like this—throwing bombs brazenly in broad daylight. Even more outrageous was that knowing Lingfeng was the Police Chief, he still demanded him to deliver the ransom personally; this was nothing short of a provocation against the entire police department.
According to Guo'er’s speculation, Mr. Qian must be insane or terminally ill with various cancers like liver cancer or lung cancer. Knowing he would die anyway, he simply wanted to stage a grand kidnapping for excitement without expecting anything in return.
Supporting Guo'er’s viewpoint were Qingcheng and Ai; their reasoning was simple: Mr. Qian spent so much manpower and resources just to extort one million in cash—wasn't that just being overly ambitious?
On the other hand, Fatty speculated that Mr. Qian definitely had ulterior motives. While swimming in Star River, Zhou Zhixiong nearly got dragged away by a mysterious hand; it seemed the kidnapper intended to pull Zhou Zhixiong underwater to knock him out before abducting him. Clearly, Mr. Qian had been eyeing Zhou Zhixiong for quite some time. Installing cameras at Zhou Mu Yang's house and then using his phone to toy with Lingfeng and me—all of this had been meticulously planned by Mr. Qian.
If there hadn't been prior arrangements, how would Mr. Qian know Zhou Zhixiong would go swimming? If there hadn't been prior arrangements, how could there be cameras at Zhou Mu Yang's house? If there hadn't been prior arrangements, how would Mr. Qian know our names and demand us to deliver the ransom?
Agreeing with Fatty were Lingfeng and I; there must be a significant conspiracy at play here. The authorities are often confused; we just don’t know yet what exactly Mr. Qian intends to do.
As for Kong Xuan, he was considering another question: how far can this remote control operate? If it's about the same distance as a television remote, then Mr. Qian might be right next to us at that moment.
Lingfeng shook his head and said, "It's possible he installed a mobile phone inside the bomb. As long as there's a mobile signal, he can detonate it. Today's technology is too advanced."
Kong Xuan nodded pretentiously and summarized, "In that case, let's wait. Everything will be revealed in due time."
Of course, by the time everything is revealed, it might be too late. We need to stop it before anything happens.
I secretly called Jiang Ziyu, asking him for help. After we drop off the ransom, I wanted him to track its whereabouts to see who ends up with the money. Jiang Ziyu flatly refused; it was a troublesome time, and he didn't want to be caught by that mysterious person while following someone else. Although he felt a bit guilty for owing me a favor, when it comes to his life, a favor means nothing.
Fortunately, I called him secretly; otherwise, I would have lost face. This guy, even when refusing, had to sound so dignified. His audacity was simply outrageous. I sternly asked him how he planned to repay the favor he owed me. He shamelessly replied that when we play Mahjong next time, he would let me skip a round.
If Jiang Ziyu was like this, then others like Yun Zhihan were even less reliable; I didn't have that kind of relationship with them.
Well then, it seems we can only wait as Kong Xuan suggested; everything will be revealed in due time.
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