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Zhong Kui's Diary
"Although your appearance is quite lewd, it seems to have some reasoning behind it."
"What do you mean by lewd? Can you even talk?" I laughed and then turned to Rayue: "Yue, he is just jealous of my intelligence. I believe you can see that too, right?"
"He really can't talk. How could you possibly be lewd like this? Clearly, you are just being perverted!" Rayue had become quite familiar with us after experiencing a life-and-death situation, and surprisingly, she started joking around.
Amid the laughter, Kong Xuan reversed the van for a while, shifted gears, and stepped on the gas. At the moment we entered the tunnel, the van was already going 61 miles per hour.
After about seventeen or eighteen seconds, Kong Xuan slammed on the brakes, stopping the van at the site of the tunnel collapse. Looking at the time, he said, "It really is zero seconds! You were right; Mr. Qian originally intended for the bomb to explode at this location."
What was Mr. Qian's intention in deliberately collapsing this section of the tunnel? Could there be some secret nearby?
After getting out of the car, I spent nearly ten minutes examining the collapse site. Unfortunately, I didn't find anything unusual. Frowning, I returned to the vehicle. Kong Xuan turned the car around and drove back. Fortunately, this section of the tunnel was quite desolate, with no cars in sight, allowing us to drive against traffic without concern.
Even so, when we exited the tunnel, we placed a cone at the entrance to warn drivers and called 1 to report it.
After turning around and driving against traffic for a bit, we found an opening to enter the opposite lane and made our way back to Leizu Wu's home.
Seeing her daughter return safely, Leizu Wu had tears in her eyes and rushed forward for a bear hug, holding her daughter tightly until Rayue protested with muffled sounds. Only then did Leizu Wu release her and gently pat her head, urging her to go upstairs and talk to her mother.
"Where's Yu?" After her daughter ran upstairs, Leizu Wu asked hoarsely, knowing full well that only three of us had returned but unable to hold back her question.
"We didn't see Ray Yu at all; it was a trap!" I cleared my throat and organized my thoughts to explain the situation to Leizu Wu.
Before I could start, Leizu Wu's phone rang. After glancing at us, she pressed the speakerphone button. The voice of Mr. Qian came through: "Mr. Lei, hurry and check out the emotional section of Star City Forum. I've uploaded a video that I think you might find interesting."
With that, Mr. Qian hung up decisively without giving Leizu Wu any chance to ask questions.
What kind of video could prompt Mr. Qian to specifically call Leizu Wu?
"You can't explain your son's situation right now. Let's first take a look at what Mr. Qian sent in the video," Kong Xuan said.
Leizu Wu's face showed obvious disappointment. He nodded silently and turned to lead us into the study. As he opened the computer, I asked Leizu Wu if he had an extra phone since mine was shattered after being smashed on the camera in the van.
After a moment of hesitation, Leizu Wu opened a drawer in his desk and took out a rather exquisite box, handing it to me with a wry smile. "This was meant to be a birthday gift for my son, but you can use it for now."
I accepted the phone with mixed feelings. Damn, what does that mean? Am I your son? But I couldn't voice that thought; it was quite frustrating.
As I inserted my SIM card into the new phone, Leizu Wu had already opened the emotional section of the Star City Forum.
Star City Forum was just a local website; it didn't have many users. Even having a thousand users logged in would be considered bustling. Out of those thousand users, about nine hundred were browsing the general discussion section, venting their dissatisfaction about work, life, and society, as well as grievances against bosses, colleagues, mothers-in-law, wives, and corrupt officials.
Aside from those nine hundred users, another sixty were engaged in gossip topics like who is someone's mistress. The remaining forty users were scattered across other sections. In the emotional section, having ten or so users browsing replies was already quite good; as for new posts, there might only be one every few months. Even when there was a new post, it would likely be something unnutritious like "Since I met the online writer Cao Dama Zi, I've walked down an irreversible path of emotions..." or "When Cao Dama Zi told me that line directly, I cried..."
After all this, it boils down to one thing: finding a new post in this section is quite easy. We quickly spotted a post titled "Come Save Me, I Don't Want to Die!" which was published just ten minutes ago.
Clicking on the post revealed a video sourced from Youku. After watching 60 seconds of ads, the video finally got to the point.
"Yu!" Leizu Wu exclaimed as soon as he saw the footage.
The scene showed an empty room—small, about ten square meters—with nothing inside. However, there were traces of bookshelves and a desk on the walls due to long-term placement of items that created stark differences in wall appearance.
Clearly, this used to be an office that had been temporarily vacated. There was even a schedule and a class timetable taped to the wall; the timetable had been doodled on with a circle drawn at the top containing three hair-like lines—perhaps representing a comic character named Sanmao—but without any facial features. If I guessed correctly, this should have originally been a teacher's office.
Now, the room only had one chair left, and on that chair was bound a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy. When Leizu Wu shouted earlier, I already knew that this boy was Ray Yu.
A large timed bomb was strapped to Ray Yu's chest. I say "large" because this bomb was nearly as thick as a barrel and covered almost his entire torso.
Moreover, this bomb wasn't wrapped in transparent tape but instead surrounded by tightly wound colorful power cords around his arms and back. The only way to remove this bomb from Ray Yu would be to call in a real bomb disposal expert.
As the video played, the countdown on Ray Yu's chest was ticking down, showing 04:46. Clearly, this bomb would explode in just over four hours.
At the end of the video, a series of red text appeared against a black background.
I am Ray Yu. The bomb strapped to me is powerful enough to level a six-story building.
And I am currently inside a building that is less than six stories tall.
This building is a school, filled with many teachers and students.
If no one comes to save me, I will perish along with everyone inside this building.
So please, hurry and rescue me.
If you don't believe me, you should at least believe in the explosions that occurred earlier at the entrance of Chaoyang City, at He Park, at Star River Fifth Bridge, in the Jinshan Road sewer, and in the Jigong Mountain Tunnel. I did all of this. I swear, the combined power of those bombs is nothing compared to this one.
Now you should start searching for this bomb. I warn you, if you attempt to evacuate the students or if I see a helicopter over Star City, I will detonate this bomb immediately. I really have a remote control.
The only solution is to find an expert to disarm this bomb without evacuating the teachers and students.
Let the game begin, you bunch of incompetent fools.
The blood-red text gradually blurred, transforming into a pool of blood on the black background. The blood spread quickly like ink, soon filling the entire screen, and the video ended there.
"Damn it, quickly find someone to block this post!" Kong Xuan urged anxiously beside me.
"What do you mean? Why block the post?" I was momentarily taken aback.
"Are you stupid? Whoever knows that there might be a bomb hidden in their child's school would go crazy! If this news spreads, Star City will collapse!" Kong Xuan shouted sternly.
"Shit!" I cursed, pulling out my phone and saying, "You call Lingfeng, I'll call Lou Wei."
Leizu Wu stood by, dumbfounded. On one hand, it was because his son was tied to such a huge bomb; on the other hand, he was shocked by Kong Xuan's words.
It's a simple truth: since Mr. Qian deliberately didn't mention the name of the school, this bomb could be at any school. Star City has hundreds of schools, and no one knows which one it might be. If this news spreads, the streets of Star City will be filled with citizens rushing to schools. Just this alone could trigger a seismic uproar.
As for me calling Lingfeng to have Lingfeng make a call, such an absurd thing pales in comparison to the current situation.
While I was on the phone with Kong Xuan, Leizu Wu refreshed the webpage and saw dozens of replies. The responses were mostly the same—Is this real or fake?
Damn, usually no one visits this forum; why are there so many people here today? Is Mr. Qian deliberately trying to let everyone know? Did he spread the link to this post elsewhere? Otherwise, how could there suddenly be dozens of replies?
Lou Wei's call finally connected. I quickly briefed him on the situation. Before Lou Wei could respond, my phone rang again; it was the phone Mr. Qian had left for me.
I told Lou Wei not to hang up and pressed the speaker button. Mr. Qian's voice came through: "Zheng Nan, you’re still alive? This really surprises me. I just happened to check the tracking signal on your phone and found out you’ve made it to Dragon Soaring Prosperity District. Tsk tsk, I must say, you have quite the luck."
"Mr. Qian, what do you want? What you're doing is utterly insane!" I said sternly.
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