Dirt

The Daben S500 flew from the parking lot of the Municipal Bureau into the city's traffic at high speed. He Yuan held the steering wheel with one hand and dialed Peng Fangfang's phone with the other. He quickly answered the phone:

"Hey Yuanyuan, what's the matter? Is there any progress? Did Xiaoqing find it?"

He Yuan held the steering wheel and let out a foul breath: "Mom, do you think your son is Sherlock Holmes or Conan? It took only one night to locate the kidnapper and rescue Ding Xiaoqing. I called you to ask if you are better. "

"I'm fine, I'm just worried about Xiaoqing..."

Miao Miao was still leaning against the car window with her eyes closed, tapping her knee lightly with her index finger.

"By the way, Yuanyuan, you didn't tell Miao Miao that I was thinking of matching you and Xiaoqing before. Don't tell him that I'm afraid he will be sad. Miao Miao is such an obedient child and listens to you, besides..."

The rhythm of Miao Miao knocking on his knee suddenly lost a few beats. He slowly raised his eyelids and glanced at the call time on the center console. said:

"I know your situation is actually very difficult. Treat Miao Miao well and don't always make him sad. Take him home to eat more when you have time. It's not easy for him after so many years."

He Yuan supported the steering wheel and yawned for a long time. From the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at Miao Miao's expression several times, and after confirming that Miao Miao was not angry or sad, he said slowly: "Mom, Miao Miao is listening to you." of."

There was another short pause on the other side of the phone, as if he covered the receiver of the phone and quickly said something to the side, vaguely like: "Don't forget to buy two boxes of condoms for your son later."

"Mom, I heard..."

Ms. Peng changed the subject sharply: "Son, no matter what, you must bring Xiaoqing back alive. Mom has other things to do!"

"Beep-beep-"

He Yuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. After stopping the car at the traffic lights, he held Miao Miao's fingertips with one hand, and rubbed them against the tip of his nose: "It's all right now, my dad is going to prepare two boxes of condoms for me. But I haven't even touched my little daughter-in-law's thigh, it's so difficult for me~"

Miao Miao, whose thoughts were flying wildly, suddenly felt the breath coming from his fingertips. He hesitated and looked to the left: "Speak well, don't pretend to be pitiful, did you touch me while I was in the hospital?"

Obviously He Yuan would not admit it, he refused to admit that he touched Miao Miao's thigh, and he still looked like a pitiful rascal.

It wasn't until the sound of the horn behind the car formed a sea that He Yuan recovered from his status as a drama star, and when he looked up, he saw the green light that was counting down. He still held Miao Miao's fingers in his palm without any panic, With one kick of the gas pedal, he rushed into the green light at the last second.

At Ding Cheng's house, a police car was parked in the courtyard of the villa building. The windows of the car were rolled down and two police officers were puffing. This was arranged by He Yuan with the intention of protecting Ding Cheng. He is protecting Ding Cheng, but in fact, only Miao Miao should understand He Yuan's meaning.

When the two police officers in the police car saw the Mercedes-Benz S500 driving into the courtyard and parked next to the police car, they were taken aback for a while and then reacted. They immediately got out of the car, pinched out their cigarette butts and saluted the S500.

After getting out of the car, He Yuan looked at the two police officers standing beside the car, and his expression darkened immediately: "Didn't you tell me to follow Ding Cheng? What are you two doing here?"

The two police officers froze for a while without saying a word.

Miao Miao pushed the car door helplessly in the co-pilot, patted a police officer on the shoulder, and said softly, "I have been a criminal police officer for so long, have you never been involved with a case like that where a father kidnaps a daughter?"

The younger criminal policeman was stunned for a few seconds before trying to understand Miao Miao's meaning. He lowered his head and murmured, "Shouldn't it be, can my own daughter do it?"

click.

He Yuan locked the car and walked to the young policeman, sighed earnestly, and said: "Before the kidnappers are arrested and brought to justice, everyone may be a suspect, do you understand? It will make everyone look like a dislike.”

The young policeman looked at He Yuan in a daze, as if the whole person was frozen in place, He Yuan sighed helplessly, and patted his other shoulder: "Ding Cheng is inside, go, go in and have a look .”

In the living room of the villa, when He Yuan and Miao Miao walked in, Ding Cheng was leaning on the sofa with a few bank cards in his hand and was falling asleep. Still struggling to get up and go to the bank to withdraw money.

He Yuan stood next to the sofa and coughed softly. Ding Cheng, who was half leaning on the sofa, woke up instantly, and the bank cards in his hand fell to the ground with a slight "pop".

He put his hands on his knees and looked at the bank card on the ground. He didn't know whether he was thinking of Ding Xiaoqing's childhood or his deceased wife. Tears poured out of his eyes without warning and fell on the bank card. Small sobs turned into wailing.

"Uncle Ding..." He Yuan whispered.

Miao Miao, who was standing beside Ding Cheng, opened his coat so gracefully, bent down and picked up the bank card, stood up and handed the bank card to He Yuan with a long sigh, saying in a low voice, "Go to Ding Xiaoqing's room first. Take a look and let him sit alone for a while."

Ding Cheng snorted twice and took out a tissue to wipe away his tears. He spoke hoarsely about the location of Ding Xiaoqing's room, and then put his hands on his face and fell silent.

He Yuan silently put the bank card on the table, gave the two police officers a look, and then led Miao Miao to Ding Xiaoqing's room.

In the room, as soon as you open the door, you can smell a faint scent of perfume, which is completely different from the cheap perfume that wafts around on the street. This scent is obviously lighter and more temperamental.

Miao Miao stood at the door and glanced around the furnishings in the house with half-cast eyes. Every piece of furniture revealed a high value. Even the succulent flower pots on the balcony looked like cultural relics from a certain dynasty. After quickly walking around the room, the elite eyes must have finally landed on a box.

"Are all of you rich people so nostalgic?" Miao Miao asked in a low voice.

"Ah?" He Yuan didn't react for a while.

"look."

He Yuan looked in the direction of Miao Miao's arm, and saw a tin box with peeling paint in the direction of his white and slender fingertips. This tin box was so old that he couldn't even see the pattern on the outside. His eyes flickered in his mind. Gradually, a conjecture emerged——

"Could this be the place where Ding Xiaoqing puts her underwear?"

"...He Yuan, be serious."

The two looked at each other, and after a while He Yuan finally evolved from an ape to a human, and said seriously: "Open it and have a look, maybe there is something shocking and weeping ghosts and gods inside."

Miao Miao shook his head helplessly, as expected, the evolution failed.

The door behind the two was knocked lightly twice, and then Ding Cheng's voice came: "There is nothing in there, just some relics of my wife and Xiaoqing's diary..."

He Yuan suddenly turned around with a guilty conscience and smiled at Ding Cheng, then quickly put the tin box back to its original place.

Under Ding Cheng's fiery gaze, the two quickly retreated from Ding Xiaoqing's room, and as expected, they got nothing.

In the afternoon, several close friends of Ding Xiaoqing were referred to the Municipal Public Security Bureau for questioning one by one. He Yuan stood with his arms folded and listened to the whole process of questioning. He spent half a box of tissue papers in the afternoon and wasted nothing. reward.

There are less than 10 minutes left until the next call from the kidnappers. Miao Miao kept looking at the time while holding the phone, listening carefully to the negotiator telling Ding Cheng how to delay the time. Unfortunately, the call after 10 minutes was still wrong. It took less than ten seconds for Ding Xiaoqing to cry for help.

The conference room was soon surrounded by nicotine again. Miao Miao kept playing these two ten-second call recordings in a loop, over and over again, until the heart-piercing cry shook people's eardrums. He took off the earphones in pain, turned his head and said with a serious expression:

"He Yuan, come here."

He Yuan twitched his brows at Miao Miao's serious words, and immediately extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray and arrived at Miao Miao's side in three or two steps, with one hand on the edge of the table and the other on the back of the chair: "Did you find anything?"

Miao Miao stared closely at He Yuan's mandible from the side, a thin layer of cyan stubble had appeared on that sharp mandible, he collected himself and handed the earphone to He Yuan: "Listen carefully. "

After finishing speaking, He Yuan leaned back into the back of the seat, his brows wrinkled unconsciously, and he clasped his hands on his chest to make room for He Yuan.

He Yuan took the earphones and went up to the set, pressing the pause button with the hand resting on the back of the chair.

Ten seconds later, he suddenly turned his eyes to the computer screen, and then played the recording again. His expression seemed to be savoring something, and he looked at Miao Miao for a while, trying to find the answer in Miao Miao's eyes.

Miao Miao nodded affirmatively: "You heard it too."

"Well, I heard you."

He Yuan subconsciously touched the stubble that had just emerged, glanced at the computer screen meaningfully, and then shouted: "Old Wei, come and listen to the recording!"

After 2 minutes, Wei Sheng took off his earphones, looked at the two people in front of him with a heavy expression, and murmured: "The sound of the whistle...the ship..."

Then he raised his head excitedly: "Isn't it Lao He, the coastline of Lingang is more than 800 kilometers, what are you thinking?"

Miao Miao and He Yuan both brushed their foreheads together, and for a long time Miao Miao adjusted a comfortable sitting position, and said in a low voice, "Captain Wei, a ship with such a loud whistle will whistle when it stops at the port, and usually when it is sailing at sea. It’s not going to honk at will.”

Wei Sheng took a deep puff of the cigarette in his mouth, and explained to the two people's disdainful eyes for a long time: "I haven't slept and my reaction is slow."

He swallowed, and forcibly swallowed the sentence "You think it looks like you are in heat all day long." He said in a muffled voice: "Now there are only a few ports in Lingang City. Listen to the recording. The siren sound should be a little distance from the port, and the range is still a bit large."

He Yuan put his hand on Miao Miao's shoulder calmly, lit another cigarette with one hand, exhaled two smoke rings, and then muttered: "Some ports only allow passenger ships to enter. Passenger ship?"

One sentence directly awakened Wei Sheng, and he finally dragged his IQ back from Duke Zhou's death, and took a long time to look away from the computer screen: "I'll take a few people to the port first, congratulations!" Let the technical detective analyze these two recordings carefully."

"You are not in this state, your brain is about to be thrown into the sea, lie down for 5 minutes before you go." He Yuan waved his hand to let him not worry: "I will let the technical detective extract the useful clues in the background sound first. It shouldn't be hard to find a port with cargo ships coming in at four o'clock."

On the side, Gao Chen seemed to have received an order, and suddenly stood up, holding the laptop and trotting all the way to the technical detective.

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