bunny in another soap bubble

"Attention all employees, please gather in the large conference room on the tenth floor within 15 minutes to attend the special morning meeting hosted by the dean. Repeat, attention to all employees, please within 15 minutes..."

At 09:30, such a broadcast sounded in the Revlon Aesthetic Medicine Center in F City.

"What the hell is the director doing..." There is still an hour to start the business, and the employees are in full swing for the preparations before the opening every day. The high-level lectures and instructions all looked annoyed, and they complained one by one.

But the boss is the boss, and the employees dared not speak out, and obediently squeezed into the large conference room on the tenth floor.

The meeting room on the tenth floor occupies almost the entire floor. It is usually used for large-scale events such as marketing press conferences and staff meetings, so it is barely enough for the employees to be present.

No one dares to neglect the orders of the big boss.So when the clock reached 43:[-], all employees had already sat down in the conference room on the tenth floor.

"The dean hasn't arrived yet?" Some careless couldn't help but ask the colleague.

"Secretary Min is not here either." The more perceptive one noticed another point that was even more strange.

However, while they were discussing in low voices, several entrances and exits of the conference room were closed one by one from left to right—the dean still did not appear.

Just when some senior managers began to be unable to sit still, the lights in the conference room were suddenly turned off, while the projection screen was turned on.

[Please close your eyes. 】

In addition to the soft soundtrack, there is only such a sentence on the projection screen.

It was a strange instruction, but in the company building where he spent most of his time every day, no one would be prepared to be defensive, and would only follow it with suspicion.

Five minutes later, the lights in the meeting room were turned on again, and all the employees were still sitting in their seats with their eyes closed.

Because the only security code was ordered to ignore the order of the dean, Ding Quan, the security guard who was staying in the security room, stood up suddenly when he saw a person's limp posture in the monitoring screen and the dense smoke that blurred the monitoring screen.

He couldn't even wait for the elevator, so he ran up to the tenth floor waving his old legs.What was waiting for him was a face covered by a mask and a black muzzle.

"Ah!" Ding Quan raised his hands in [-] seconds, and the reaction has never been so fast.

"Get out of this building." A deliberately hoarse voice sounded from behind the mask, "Don't force me to shoot."

"Dangdangdang...Of course." Ding Quan kept his surrender posture and retreated with great sense of time, forgetting that there was a staircase behind him and almost fell down.He clung to the handrail with both hands and feet, and managed to avoid the bad luck of breaking his head. Without straightening his feet, he ran and rolled downstairs step by step, twice as fast as when he came up just now.

It wasn't until he rushed out of the underground revolving door and was exposed to the morning sun outside that Ding Quan reached for his cell phone from his uniform pocket with trembling hands.

"Uh uh uh uh... call the police! Yes! I have to call the police..."

"Head."

At 45:[-], within an hour of the incident, the police sealed off the building of the Aesthetic Medicine Center and its front and rear gates, and negotiators, special police forces, and snipers were all in place.

According to the informant, the [-] employees in the medical center were all held hostage by the suspect on the tenth floor of the center. The suspect was suspected of possessing chemical weapons and firearms, but the actual number of the prisoners, their purpose, and their characteristics were unknown.Because the only person who saw the suspect with his own eyes was a security guard who escaped by chance. He called the police, but he didn't know anything about it.

"...That bastard." Too little information made it impossible to start, and the on-site commander was extremely irritable.

"Call the negotiator." The commander knocked on the hood of the car and ordered the rookie detective who was running errands, "Let him figure out something for us first."

The prisoner cut off all external communication lines in the building, and the negotiators had no choice but to take the ladder of the fire brigade and talk to themselves with a loudspeaker to the outer wall of the tenth floor, which was rumored to be where the hostages were located.

"Hello, I am the police commissioner, my surname is Sun. You must have a reason for coming here. Involving innocent people is not a good way to solve the problem. Please come and talk to us if you have any troubles." , we must listen carefully..."

"... Tsk." It's not the first time Commander has heard the opening remarks of the negotiator's routine, and he's always very impatient with it, feeling ashamed and making the police look like a weak chicken.According to him, punching this kind of criminals is the biggest reason.It’s just that these commissioners are useful in obtaining information, and secondly, if the procedures are not followed, if something happens to the hostages during the rescue, it will be regarded as the result of their “reckless actions”.

The negotiator's words were indeed effective. Halfway through the opening remarks, a gap was opened in the glass window on the tenth floor, and a small black speaker fell out of it.

The commander sat up straight at that time, and he recognized that it was a portable speaker, the kind that tour guides, university professors, or sales girls hang around their waists when speaking, and the other side is connected to a microphone.

He immediately alerted the sniper.

The wire connecting the speaker to the microphone is not too long, and half of it has been thrown out of the window along with the speaker. The gangster must be very close to the window with the microphone.

"Hello."

The sound coming from the speakers hanging on the wall was deliberately lowered, and it was hard to tell whether it was male or female, old or young.

But the negotiator is not in a hurry. If there is communication, there is progress, which is his home field. "Hello, what's your name?" Exchanging names is always the first step in bringing people closer together.

"B."

"Mr. B? Miss B?" The negotiator asked kindly.

"We are B." The person inside said, and before the negotiator could reply, he made his request, "We want A."

"...A?" The negotiator was at a loss. Criminals who commit hostage-taking cases generally have very clear and direct demands.After all, there are too few examples of people being able to escape unscathed after taking hostages. Those who have come to this point are usually forced to have nowhere to go. At this time, I think the request made by the police is their last cry.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand very well, can you please explain in more detail?" He tentatively prayed secretly that the prisoner in it wasn't mentally ill—this was beyond his professional scope.

The speaker was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, he did not meet the negotiator's request.

"Repeat, we are B, we only want A. If you don't understand, ask your superiors. You have three ten minutes."

After speaking, the window was closed.

The small speaker was hung alone on the outer wall with wires clamped around it. No matter what the negotiators said, it didn't make any more sound.

Twenty minutes later, the negotiator still came down from the ladder.

"How?" The commander asked in a rough voice without any expectation, "Any insight?"

The negotiator did not play much role, so he could only endure his attitude, "The prisoner completely refuses to communicate, which is very tricky."

The commander knocked on the hood of the car again, "...the prisoner said 'we', can you find out how many of them there are in total?"

"I tried." The negotiator is not a fool. He also tried to ask the other party "how many A's are needed" so as to calculate how many prisoners are in it, but the other party did not respond at all, and his skills were useless . "And..." Looking at the reckless man with a police badge in front of him, he didn't really want to say something that would encourage him to take any "action", but according to his professional ethics, he still had to say, "And even if the prisoner said 'we ’, does not mean that he has accomplices, and in the past, many prisoners lied about their numbers for the sake of bluffing.”

"Tsk." The commander clicked his tongue.After handling the case for many years, his intuition told him that the number of prisoners this time was not large, but there was no actual evidence, and this "expert" was indistinguishable, and he could not act on instinct alone.

"The most important thing right now," the negotiator continued, "is that he hasn't said what he's going to do after three or 10 minutes if they don't get what they want. He's making it an open choice, which is very Dangerous, it means that his actions are relatively emotional, he may not be calm - and our confrontation has only passed less than two hours."

The prisoner could only grow more and more agitated.