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The kidnapper had set the trap from the very beginning, ensnaring Ding Derun's family. First, the kidnapper bound Pang Suzhang and locked her in a house she rarely visited, using this to threaten both Ding Derun and Ding Mo Cheng. However, if either of them had taken a moment to glance at Kant's Home, perhaps the tragedy could have been avoided.
The task given to Ding Derun was to race against time, with each round requiring him to drive faster than the last. With each command, his thoughts were manipulated by the kidnapper, stripping him of his ability to discern reality. Meanwhile, the task assigned to Ding Mo Cheng was to disguise himself as a woman, and with each order, he lost his sense of shame.
Finally, at a certain moment, the father and son encountered each other, but they could never have anticipated such a meeting.
In an attempt to save his partner, Ding Derun accidentally killed his own son.
One scammer drove over another scammer.
The kidnapper wanted Ding Derun to personally destroy everything he held dear.
Ding Derun could not believe this was true; he thought it was all a trick by Old Shao. He watched the surveillance footage countless times, but all he saw was Ding Mo Cheng's back—never his face. What he saw was undoubtedly a woman, not a man, and certainly not his son.
Ding Derun refused to look at the body, seemingly believing that as long as he didn’t see it, his son would somehow return.
Most of the time, Ding Derun was not one to shy away from confrontation; on the contrary, he wanted to flaunt everything. But for this matter alone, he had been evading reality.
“It’s absolutely not my son; it can’t possibly be my son,” Ding Derun kept murmuring to himself.
Yet in the end, he knew he could not deceive himself any longer. Sitting on the ground, he broke down in tears. In that moment, this man who had already crossed sixty years became even more haggard.
Xu Yiman watched Ding Derun; she knew he was far from a good person—in fact, he was an obnoxious scoundrel. Yet Xu Yiman could also see that when it came to family, Ding Derun was a good husband and a good father. Perhaps among all those who cursed him, these were two of the few who loved him—yet one of them had been destroyed by him.
He had personally shattered his own happiness.
Half of his world had collapsed.
Pang Suzhang was brought back, and not a single cent of the four hundred thousand was lost. The key to this game lay with Ding Derun; it was essentially a game for one person. At the critical moment, how would Ding Derun choose? If Ding Derun had chosen to brake at that time, then Ding Mo Cheng would not have died, nor would he have been injured.
If he had chosen to brake, the family of three would have already been reunited.
This is the cruel nature of the game—one wrong choice and everything is over.
But whether the one who was killed was his own son or not, Ding Derun was still suspected of manslaughter, as there were no signs of him avoiding or braking in the surveillance footage. Of course, how to sentence him and for how long would be matters for the judges in court; there was no need for the criminal police to get involved.
Ding Derun seemed as if he had lost his soul, like a lump of mud that could not be propped up. His bones seemed to melt at the moment he heard about his son's death; without anyone to support him, he couldn't even take a step forward.
After a while, Old Shao brought Pang Suzhang to the City Public Security Bureau.
The two elderly men, both over fifty, embraced each other and wept uncontrollably, perhaps thinking they would never see each other again.
"Where is Mo Cheng?" Pang Suzhang asked, not seeing her son.
Old Shao knew that Pang Suzhang had a heart condition and naturally did not inform her about the phone call details. It was better for Ding Derun to tell her that he had killed his own son. But at that moment, Ding Derun remained silent; he only cried out in anguish, saying nothing.
Having lived for sixty years, Pang Suzhang understood the ways of the world.
"My son!" she looked around at the police officers.
No one answered her.
Jiang He did not understand some of the intricacies involved and opened his mouth to respond but was pulled back by Wang Chao's sleeve to stop him.
"You! You!" Pang Suzhang struck Ding Derun with her fist.
"It's fine, it's fine," Ding Derun continued to comfort Pang Suzhang.
Old Shao leaned closer to Captain Ma and said softly, "Take your time with this matter. Don't rush it; handle it appropriately."
Captain Ma nodded in agreement.
Old Shao then spoke up, "Alright, you will be responsible for following up on this issue."
After nodding, Old Shao raised his voice, "All members of the project team, please come with me to the conference room."
A few people followed Old Shao into the office.
In the large conference room, only these few members of the project team were present. Old Shao took a seat at the head of the table, with Jiang He and Xu Yiman on his left, and Wang Chao and Guan Deng on his right. Old Shao scanned the room with his eyes; no one spoke. Guan Deng nearly buried himself under the table, his head bowed lower and lower.
After a moment, Old Shao slammed his hand on the table, making it thud loudly.
Xu Yiman was taken aback by Old Shao's anger; she had always thought of him as a composed person. The reason for Old Shao's fury was not directed at others but rather at himself. He should have been more cautious, knowing that this incident was likely orchestrated by his old rival Wei Demian, yet he had let his guard down.
Old Shao should have anticipated the significance of the "symbol" much earlier.
The atmosphere in the room grew tense and serious.
"The kidnappers are playing games with several groups at once, and we are one of those groups."
Old Shao loosened the button on his collar as beads of sweat formed on his forehead; August's heat was still intense.
He sighed and said, "Jiang He, didn't you ask me before who was behind this?"
Jiang He nodded.
Old Shao placed a black business card on the table, the card of a "Criminal Consultant."
Everyone picked up the black card to take a look.
Old Shao pointed at the card and slowly spoke, "You see the words written on it, right? 'Criminal Consultant.' As the name suggests, it helps others commit crimes. You should be able to tell that the writing on this black card is handwritten, not printed. I know the owner of this handwriting; his name is Wei Demian."
"Guan Deng." Old Shao glanced at Guan Deng and said, "You are the best hacker. Can you find any information about Wei Demian?"
Upon hearing Old Shao's words, Guan Deng lowered his head and began typing on his phone.
Before long, everyone's phones suddenly rang, and they all pulled out their devices to check, discovering that the sender was none other than Guan Deng.
The message read: "I sincerely apologize. I have severe Social Anxiety Disorder, making it very difficult for me to speak to others, especially in front of so many people. Even making phone calls is challenging for me. Therefore, I can only communicate with you in this way. Here is the information about Wei Demian:
Wei Demian is eighty-one years old this year and is a hypnotist. He moved abroad with his family at a young age and returned from studying in the United States at thirty, holding a doctorate in psychology. There is no information available about Wei Demian between the ages of thirty and forty, but it can be confirmed that he spent those ten years in our country. After turning forty, Wei Demian established a psychological treatment center, but those who came out of Wei Demian's center ended up becoming mentally ill and almost all turned to illegal activities.
At forty-five, Yuzhou City's criminal police team leader Shih Huacheng took Wei Demian away. After a year-long investigation, Wei Demian was sent to Dongxing City Psychiatric Hospital. He spent ten years there under strict supervision due to concerns about his hypnotic abilities.
When Wei Demian turned sixty, his mutual disciple with Shih Huacheng, Wu Zui, caused chaos throughout Dongxing City to fulfill his twisted beliefs. During Wu Zui's capture, he exploited weaknesses within the police force and bribed patients and guards at Dongxing City Psychiatric Hospital to rescue Wei Demian.
In the following ten years, Wei Demian frequently appeared in Director Shao's line of sight, but Director Shao never managed to trace his whereabouts.
Another decade passed with no news of Wei Demian. Just when Director Shao thought he had died, unexpected news about Wei Demian surfaced—now.
After reading the message, everyone realized there was such a figure involved.
"Old Shao spoke up, 'You all need to know that this person is very difficult to deal with; he is a highly skilled hypnotist. Anyone who has been in contact with him for a long time will fall under his hypnosis and become a tool for his use. However, this person has been missing for the past ten years, and I never expected him to reappear now.'
Jiang He asked, 'Is he playing games with us?'
Old Shao pondered for a moment before replying, 'Not necessarily. Wei Demian is already eighty years old. Even if he has the intellect, he certainly lacks the physical capability. He has been in hiding for ten years without making a move; who knows how many people he has cultivated to work for him during that time? These individuals are all on the surface, but the key is to expose him behind the scenes.'
'As long as we can identify this person, without his instructions, the others will be no threat.' Old Shao took back the black business card. 'However, this is a long-term task that cannot be rushed. Of course, there are many confidential matters that I will share with you at the appropriate time.'
'Now regarding this case,' Shao the Elder continued, 'I want to hear your thoughts.'
Upon hearing Old Shao's words, Jiang He was the first to speak up. 'The kidnapper cannot talk to two people at once, which means there must be at least two or more kidnappers involved. I've looked at the recovered phones; each one is worth over five thousand yuan, indicating that the kidnappers are not short on money.'
'Furthermore, the kidnappers are very familiar with Ding Derun's family; they must have investigated or had someone inform them...'
At that moment, a sudden knock echoed through the room."
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