Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 31: Good or Bad

"What is that?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it seems to be sugus candy, lemon flavour."

Simple dialogue questions and answers could be heard not only on the big screen, but also inside and outside the outer cordon, hundreds of kilometers away at the rest stop.

After a short period of doubt, there was celebration. Some people began to cheer, some began to applaud, and some even whistled. Huang Ze was a well-deserved hero.

Some excited reporters and on-site staff couldn't wait to rush onto the bus to interview the heroic and fearless inspector. The TV station that previously provided the camera and wireless transmission equipment was surrounded by peers asking for first-hand insight.

The atmosphere after a catastrophe was always infectious. Even the chairman himself was like a child. He excitedly patted the shoulders of the captain of the police criminal division, who was beside him, as if everything had concluded with a happy ending.

However, the man who was patted on the back by many hands still had a grave look.

Lin Chen's eyes were on the lemon-yellow candy in the clown's hand. The edge of the wrapper was cocked up, and there seemed to be characters written in black inside.

Lin Chen noticed Xing Conglian's expression and handed the cellphone to the other party. The phone case was a little wet from sweat, but Xing Conglian simply nodded, then dialed Huang Ze's number.

On the screen, Huang Ze, who was the bomb disposal hero, was surrounded by microphones and cameras. The flashes of light were non-stop, and the scene became chaotic. It took him a long time before he realized his phone was vibrating.

He glanced at the number, and for a moment, he felt reluctant to answer.

"Inspector Huang, I still have to trouble you to take out the candy in the clown's hand and open the wrapper. There seems to be something written in it."

Xing Conglian's voice was still as annoying as ever, causing Huang Ze to frown. He turned around and took out the lemon candy as instructed and moved it to the camera that had long been moved since the aftermath.

A line of handwritten numbers appeared on the wrapper.

"13952401976."

Huang Ze read it again, and instantly realized that this was a phone number.

"Wang Chao."

At the same time, the moment the numbers appeared on the screen, Xing Conglian raised his voice and called out to the young technician.

Wang Chao almost turned into an octopus with eight tentacles. He glanced up at the screen, then quickly opened a new window and began to search for the owner of the number.

"Is this asking us to call him?" Huang Ze looked at the number with a grimace. Anyone who had just been frightened by a timebomb wouldn't be in such a good mood.

The moment they saw the number, some reporters took out their phones and subconsciously prepared to dial.

"Huang Ze, tell them not to call!"

Seeing this, Xing Conglian was about to get angry.

When Huang Ze heard this, he looked around. "What's the matter with you? Put your phones down."

The excited reporters put down their phones in disappointment. Among them, a bold reporter asked tentatively, "Inspector Huang, can we record you when you call the kidnapper?"

It seemed that when he heard the two keywords "kidnapper" and "phone", Jiang Zhe, who had shrunk outside the crowd, suddenly turned away from the people in front of him and stood opposite of Huang Ze. "Inspector Huang, this is most likely a message left by the kidnapper. He will ask us for a ransom over the phone. We must be cautious."