[Comprehensive] 100 ways to fight criminals

Song Yiqiao could no longer feel the joy of snow.

She called in a panic, but what sounded was the sound that the dialer had turned off the phone. The heart that had been hanging suddenly fell heavily, and fell to an invisible bottom.

At this moment, the screen instantly lit up, and it was a text message from an unfamiliar number.

"I'll give you an hour to arrive at the Nim Bar on Baker Street. There's a phone booth at the door, and wait there for the next instruction. Their lives are in your hands. Please choose carefully. LOL"

Song Yiqiao thumped in his heart, and hurriedly called, but the other party hung up the phone.

"Joe?"

There was a soft knock on the door and a soft call from the nurse.

In desperation, she could only delete the call records and text messages immediately, concealing her uneasiness, and handed the phone to Nurse Nancy.

"Do you have anything else to do?"

"No, thank you. Have a nice evening."

Song Yiqiao sat on the edge of the bed and watched Nancy leave. There was a click at the door, which must have been locked.Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, she stood up instantly, and walked back and forth in the room quickly with an anxious expression on her face.

The initiative is completely in the hands of the other party, and there is no chance to refute at all. Moreover, who are the "they" mentioned?

Song Yiqiao stopped.

There was only one thought in her mind——

Get out!

Thinking of this, Song Yiqiao ran to the window to look down at the situation outside, it should be because of Christmas, plus it is snowing now, the patrolling people below are not there.But the high-voltage net that can burn people instantly surrounded the entire nursing home. No matter how agile she was, she couldn't fly directly over the four or five meter high wall.

What should I do?

The voices of heaven and man fighting in my mind are getting louder and louder.

——Do you still want to show off?What if you get caught?

— but he's clearly in trouble, if, if not saved...

——Hmph, who is Sherlock Holmes, does he need your help!Don't bother!

——What if, once something happens, you will regret it for the rest of your life!

- Just do it!

— No, I'm going!

Song Yiqiao's confused eyes gradually became firmer.

Regardless of whether it is reckless or not, just do it with a clear conscience. This is what her mother often said to her back then...

She looked up and saw the pure white snowflakes falling outside the window, and vaguely saw a gentle face smiling at her, eyes warmer than a winter fire.

"Jojo, just have a clear conscience."

"What is a clear conscience?"

"That's right, try not to let yourself regret..."

The woman's warm words and teachings are scattered with snowflakes, blown by the wind, and drift far, far away in the silent night.

This time, she has to go!

Song Yiqiao quickly changed into casual clothes, and tied her hair with a black rubber band, revealing a smooth and full forehead.She walked to the door, and after listening to the movement outside for a while, she knocked on the door lightly.

Nancy's footsteps approached quickly.

"Joe, what's the matter?"

"Nancy... I don't seem to be feeling well... Do you have a fever?"

Through the door, Song Yiqiao leaned against the wall, pretending to be tired on purpose: "Please help me take a look."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Without doubting him, Nancy took out the key and opened the door.The doorknob was pulled open, she entered the room, but saw the dark room: "Where are you..."

In the next second, a hand struck her neck gently, Nancy's eyes went dark, and she fell down limp.Song Yiqiao quickly caught her, hugged Nancy across the bed and put them on the bed, then quickly changed their clothes.

"I'm very sorry," she said guiltily, "but I have to do this. When everything is over, I will personally apologize to you. Please sleep peacefully tonight."

Finally, Song Yiqiao tucked up the quilt for her, and closed the door with the key.

The corridor was silent, the patients should have rested, only the bright lights illuminated the long corridor.A figure quickly passed through the corridor and descended the stairs.

"Nancy! Nancy!"

An unfamiliar voice came from behind, making Song Yiqiao's heart tense.She stopped and asked behind her back, "I want to go to the bathroom. If there is something else, let's talk about it later."

Fortunately, the nurse didn't care too much: "Just to remind you, I will go to the first floor to deliver medicine to No. 23 later."

"I see."

She nodded and went into the bathroom.

What's worse, in order to prevent the patients from escaping, double-layer protection was placed on the bathroom window. Once she broke the protection and rushed out, such a big commotion would definitely attract more people.

Song Yiqiao hurriedly walked back and forth twice, and had to admit that this method was not feasible.

When she went out, the night watch nurse was still there, and she could only push Nancy's cart to the first floor.Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw the dean walking in this direction.

Damn it, the dean knows her and Nancy!

Song Yiqiao hurried to the door of No. 23, opened it with the key, and went in regardless.

"Joe?" Nietzsche called cheerfully from behind, "You look so beautiful in a nurse's outfit!"

"Shh!"

It was beyond Song Yiqiao's expectation that he would run to this lunatic's room.She made a quiet gesture, and was relieved when she heard the dean's footsteps walking past.

"Are you leaving?" He asked with a smile in his pajamas, scratching his short hair.

Song Yiqiao froze for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"You can't get out from the outside."

Nietzsche squatted down on his own, and punched the corner of the wall hard, and a piece of the white wall sank in an instant.He took out two bottles of strange things from inside, one bottle was filled with a black liquid like Coke, and the other bottle should have been left outside, frozen hard.

"This is--"

"Have you ever heard that a bomb can be made by mixing the same amount of gasoline and frozen orange juice?" His expression was casual, "This wall leads directly to the outside, and you can go out directly."

Song Yiqiao was so shocked that he couldn't speak: "Who are you?"

"I'm honored to introduce myself to you. My name is Neil. I used to be a blasting engineer."

"!"

After mixing it according to a certain ratio, he compared the direction and signaled Song Yiqiao to back away.In the next second, the homemade bomb in Neil's hand was thrown, drawing a beautiful arc through the air.

There was a loud bang, and the walls of the room collapsed, and scorching flames rushed towards them with heat waves.

Neil clapped his hands with a relaxed expression: "By the way, I forgot to tell you one thing. I used to be a member of Fight Club. Miss Song Yiqiao, it's a pleasure to meet you here."

The alarm had been sounded, and the cold wind outside the house was blowing snowflakes inside. Black smoke billowed and quickly dissipated in the night wind.

"Aren't you going?"

"I love living here."

He shook his head and continued, "Joe, I want to send you a word."

"what?"

"One either never dreams, or dreams interestingly; one must also learn to be awake: one never dreams, or one dreams interestingly."

Neil recited Nietzsche's words aloud as before, he opened his hands to welcome the cold wind, and at that moment it was very like Andy escaped from prison in "The Shawshank Redemption", facing the storm, everyone He smiled and embraced everything in his arms.

Looking at his appearance, Song Yiqiao was stunned for a while, and his expression became firm.

"Thank you."

"Go away! Never come back!"

Amidst his loud shouts, Song Yiqiao quickly passed through the broken wall, crossed the road like a ghost and hid in the deep jungle, and ran for a long time before gradually slowing down.

At this time, a private car happened to pass by.

She hurried forward to stop her: "Please help me! I was robbed and I don't have any money!"

Just as the man was in a daze, Song Yiqiao knocked him out, dragged him to the back seat, turned around and got into the car.

Although it is inhumane to do so, time is really too late!

I haven't driven for a long time, and my hands are a little rusty.Song Yiqiao stepped up the accelerator, and the car swished across the road, heading for a further place.Her eyes were focused, staring at the dark night ahead, and she quickly arrived at the place.

There were police patrolling ahead, Song Yiqiao stopped at the parking lot in order to avoid them from stopping him to check his passport, and then quickly avoided it by himself and ran towards Baker Street.She didn't have any money, no documents, and she was in danger of being caught by people in the nursing home, so she had to run over by herself.

At this moment, 24:7, there are still [-] minutes before the time the other party said.

Song Yiqiao mustered all his energy, and was speeding in the snowy night, only to see a slender figure flash by, and soon disappeared.

Faster, faster!

Her legs were as heavy as lead, and she could hardly lift them up. Her throat hurt like hell, and the cold air she sucked in swirled in her lungs, as if her blood was about to coagulate.

almost there!

Song Yiqiao desperately ran to the door of Nim Bar, and finally stopped when he saw the phone booth, panting in embarrassment.

"Jingle bell! Jingle bell!"

The phone rang suddenly.

She rushed up to pick up the phone, resisting the pain in her throat, and asked coldly, "What are you doing!"

"Good speed."

A slow voice came from the other end of the microphone. It should be about 50 years old, with a gentle and charming tone: "You seem a little tired, I can wait for a while."

"Where are you!"

Song Yiqiao looked around vigilantly, but found no abnormal person.

"You can't find me." The man laughed, "Let's make a bet."

She held the phone with a solemn expression: "If there is anything, you can come to me, don't hurt them!"

"Then it depends on your performance."

The voice through the microphone is as relaxed as chatting with an acquaintance, but it has a cruel meaning.