when the moon whispers

Chapter 212 Friends-Screencast

case five friends
November projection

"what!!!"

The bloody video suddenly stirred up the almost stagnant air in the venue.

The sound of screams and exclamations surged like a wave and crashed into the tightly closed hydraulic door of the passage. The audience, who had been repeatedly blocked and postponed their departure time, gave up their unsustainable decent emotions and pushed each other forward without moving. The crowd in the aisle resisted any words of comfort or words that were passed to their ears in different tones or waiting for notifications. They waved their arms to push away the short women who could not keep a steady upright position, and walked towards the police, full of emotions. His face was oily and sweaty, and he asked in a questioning tone.

"How do you become the police?! Why don't you let us out if there is danger?!"

This eloquent cry, which could be said to be as loud as a bell, instantly aroused the original chaotic inquiries into anger, and the effect of disrupting order was almost immediate.

"That's right! I just saw what you were mumbling about! You even checked your ID when you left the venue. What's the point of closing the door again?"

"What happened during the intermission?! I didn't explain clearly what the purpose of this notification and that notification was!"

"I just said that a child was lost, and now I have posted a video of a child with a bloody face - what if you want to kill someone with the door closed?"

"I'm asking you a question! If you arrest people, arrest them. What do you care about us? Don't drag that lousy intercom of yours there!"

"You just say you want to cooperate, but you don't know how to cooperate?! Is there any danger in the place?"

"There are police officers everywhere. If you smoke a cigarette in the corridor, two people will pop up and ask you to pinch them. Now no one can explain clearly? What's going on? Isn't this adding to the trouble..."

……

Because they were intercepted and screened near the passage, the police who contacted and supported the application for coercive measures were surrounded by theories, but in fact few people could hear clearly the voices of the police comrades arguing.The few plainclothes cooperating with the control team at the venue probably got permission to identify themselves. They stepped on the armrests of the seats and shouted at the intern director who was still staring in confusion. sobbing and moaning.

However, there are always people in the chaotic venue who have some curiosity and unclear thoughts. They quickly hold their mobile phones to the screen, take photos and record videos, and some even look at the plain clothes' faces and criticize them with facial features. The picture was distorted, and then he turned around and dropped this series of bombs on the Internet, which was constantly crowded with people.

The police on the sidelines of the tunnel and the three or two plainclothes security guards in the infield cooperated with the diversion and control of the crowd to calm their emotions. The effect was quite limited. Most of the restless young people could not tolerate euphemisms that did not explain their own experiences. The crowd was worried about the police evacuation and was vigilant to avoid being trampled. There was a slight gap in the anxious shouting, which happened to be exposed. The pervert who took advantage of the swarming crowd to sneak up and rub behind a girl's waist, and the dispute in the middle of the auditorium. The conflict immediately broke out with righteous indignation——

Shao Jie, who hesitated for a few steps and stood at the edge of the stage, was pulled down from the stage steps by the backstage staff who had also been confused for a long time. He was escorted and pushed back to the lounge. In the corridor, as a group of people hurriedly walked around the corner of the corridor, they were rushed away by a swarm of black and blue uniforms. They dodged and gave way and stuck to the cold walls on both sides of the corridor.

The gate of the infield, which was sealed in place, was packed with crowds. The reinforcements patrolling the stadium finally took their way from the backstage, preparing to rush to the center of the arena, which was about to lose control.

Shao Jie's ears were still buzzing with curses and shouts mixed with sobs.He instinctively hid in the corner, tilting his head and smelling the smell of dust and dust lingering on the tip of his nose, breathing uncomfortably and messily.

Shao Jie felt that he was probably suffering from lack of oxygen due to heavy breathing. He raised his arms and rubbed his eyes with mottled stars. His back was weakly pressed against the wall of the corridor. His legs and feet were so weak that there was no warning. He blinked. In the blink of an eye, he almost slipped along the wall and fell to the ground - at this moment, the police team was in a hurry and there was not much order left in the queue. A familiar and slender man suddenly stretched out. His hands firmly grasped Shao Jie's forearm hanging by his side.

"Is your old problem with weak legs bothering you again?"

Jiang Mo moved a step to the side, but only slightly closer to Shao Jie's weak and concerned face. After taking two steps, he lifted his foot and passed by.As soon as she confirmed that she had stabilized the person, she gently put her arm on his arm, and without looking back, she rushed in the direction where there seemed to be another brief quarrel, "Go back and listen to the arrangements..." He was kidnapped in the video His child is not Zhou Nanyi."

The director of Guanpian'er Police Station, who had slipped all the way next to Jiang Mo, straightened his belt and rushed forward with great momentum. He held two loudspeaker microphones in one hand and stepped on the speakers on the stage to dominate the order in the venue. of high ground.

Jiang Mo dug out a shrunken staff member from a corner of the dark backstage. Before turning around and evacuating, he caught a glimpse of his work badge hanging on his chest. He then pinched the back of his neck, which had two thick layers of meat, and looked at him. Seeing the panic in the eyes of the intern director, the little fat man muttered, "I'm sorry to borrow it," and directly pulled the infield intercom wrapped around his wrist to his mouth, taking advantage of the fact that he had no time to untie the rope. He bent down and shouted to the studio upstairs.

"You guys directly control the big screen in the infield, right? Can you find out who made this video?"

"...Hey Jiang...Officer Jiang?" The director's office was probably on standby with the door closed. Hearing some familiar noises, he stuttered and replied: "The screens hanging near the auditorium are wired. The wireless connection can be connected, and the lines on our side have been checked. It is not cut through by us... Fortunately, the live broadcast is over, otherwise this would really be a major accident, let alone the police, just the leaders of our technical support for the event ——”

Jiang Mo knocked on the little fat man's trembling shoulder with nervousness, and interrupted the endless intercourse in the studio with a shout: "...Stop talking nonsense, just ask if you can find out who cast the screen?"

"Actually, anyone within the wireless LAN range can connect..." The director said in a long voice, and in the middle of the sentence, he probably heard Jiang Mo's gnashing of teeth, and quickly cleared his throat and added. : "But the broadcast screen here can jump as soon as it is cut off. The signal is very good. I guess the distance is not too far."

"It's not far away... There is no upstairs in the internal stadium, the semi-underground area has just been checked... That means this person is probably in the infield -"

After kidnapping children and committing violence, they then used the thousands of spectators at the event to amplify the impact of this vicious case and stir up thousands of waves - whether it was a kidnapping gang demonstrating against the police, or a single person fighting to incite emotions, it didn't even need to be Considering whether the phone bait that disrupted the police's control a few minutes ago is related to him, as long as the location where the video is released is blocked as soon as possible, the target closely related to the suspect will definitely be forced to hide in the chaotic crowd that needs to be evacuated.

Compared with the group of spectators who temporarily watch the game on site, the relevant staff who have direct access to the equipment and lines on site obviously occupy more convenient objective conditions for committing crimes.

Jiang Mo held the intercom and lowered his eyes. He pondered silently. He paused for a moment, straightened up and patted the fat intern director on the shoulder. He was about to raise his eyelids and ask him if he could help run errands and ask for a copy. Verified list of venue staff.

The next second, Jiang Mo grabbed the intercom rope that was hung like a pig's trotter on the little fat man's arm, raised his elbow high, and hit the little fat man hard on the back of his neck.

"Brother, why are you panicking?"

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