moonlight lure

The manager was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly: "The elevator door will open after the red light flashes for about three or four seconds. It should take at least six to eight seconds for the door to fully open."

When the other members of the SWAT team heard this number, their hearts sank. This number meant that they needed to quickly aim at the suspect who was not sure whether they would find them and pull the trigger the moment the elevator door opened, leaving them time to act. You only have five seconds at most, and you must succeed, not fail.

"enough."

Ji Yanchen picked up the sniper muzzle, signaled his team members with his eyes, and strode steadily downstairs.

Su Yu and Yan Hualang had a tacit understanding. After setting ambush on the sixth floor, they exchanged information through the intercom. Yan Hualang, the only one who could see the scene through the glass door opposite, narrowed his eyes and said: "The suspect's body is facing the escalator. Direction, he was holding the hostage in front of his left chest...The child looked a little bit wrong."

He was injured by someone with a knife, but he didn't cry, make a fuss, or struggle. He just stared blankly at the painting in his hand.

He asked strangely: "Are you scared out of your wits?"

Su Yu lowered his voice and said: "Don't worry about it for now, this will be an advantage for Brother Chen."

Ji Yanchen squatted down in the elevator, calmly raised his mouth towards the crack of the door, his arms were steady and ready to go.

Before entering, he simulated the location of the art store and the suspect. Originally, the suspect should be facing the freight elevator sideways, but the red light that would flash for several seconds was a dangerous unknown. If the other party discovered it first and reacted under stress, The hostages will be very dangerous, but there is no better way to rescue them at the moment.

He's gambling. Bet on the other party, bet on time, and bet on himself.

Time passed by minute by second, and it was especially long and painful under the high concentration of the spirit.

About twenty minutes later, there was a sudden sizzling sound from the earphones, and then a serious voice sounded: "The negotiation failed, the SWAT team is preparing to take action."

Ji Yanchen held the gun without moving, loaded it neatly, and replied calmly: "Got it."

The freight elevator slowly rose to the sixth floor, and everyone's hearts were nervously hanging on the climbing car.

The police on the escalator steps were still trying to persuade and try to calm the suspect's emotions and divert his attention, but the red light on the elevator door was too conspicuous in the quiet floor.

The man noticed something was wrong with his peripheral vision, glanced over and paused for a moment. Then he became frightened and furious. After yelling and cursing angrily, he raised his knife and stabbed the girl's neck fiercely.

"I'll fuck you."

At the critical moment, a harsh and loud "bang" cut through the solid air.

The girl who was still shouting excitedly fell to the ground and kept twitching. The girl lost her restraints and fell to the ground. Yan Hualang quickly stepped forward and picked her up.

The crowd was silent for a moment and then burst into an uproar. Some people who were watching the excitement applauded and cheered loudly.

The girl's father ran forward with weak legs to take his daughter and thanked her incoherently. Medical staff quickly came to the scene to treat the hostage's wounds while carrying the criminal away for rescue.

In this orderly yet extremely chaotic atmosphere, the old freight elevator not far away was just about to come to a stop.

After shooting, Ji Yanchen still maintained his original posture for a few seconds. After confirming that he had hit the opponent, he slowly relieved his arm, and his highly tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

His facial lines were tight and his face was slightly pale. Shen Mu put down the gun, stood up and walked out of the elevator calmly. A middle-aged man who looked like a leader on the escalator walked up quickly, surrounded by several people, patted him on the shoulder and praised: "Well done!"

Ji Yanchen nodded slightly and looked at the chaotic scene of the crime. After the father and daughter left, his eyes focused on the paintings left on the ground. The painting was stained with blood, and the corners were wrinkled by the owner. The brushstrokes were very childish. At first glance, it looked like a child's graffiti, which was nothing unusual. But for some reason, he stared at it for a long time, and finally, by some strange coincidence, he stepped forward and bent. Picked it up.

On the other side, Yan Hualang also stared at the hostage thoughtfully for a long time, and asked the person next to him in a low voice: "Does the girl's father look familiar?"

Su Yu raised his eyes and looked over, and replied clearly: "I haven't seen it."

He touched his chin in confusion and was about to say something else when he noticed Ji Yanchen's movements out of the corner of his eye and called him out of confusion: "Brother Chen?"

The other party came to his senses and handed the painting to him without explanation: "Take it back first."

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  Golden Garden.

Song Shiwei was lying on the sofa with her head propped up, quietly staring at the dog on the floor.

Mo Li felt angry after being looked at by her for too long, and took the initiative to lick her hand as a sign of goodwill, but she put away her arms and avoided it, and asked calmly: "Are you familiar with her?"

Mo Li was shocked and denied in panic: No, no, no, not familiar at all! It’s better to follow you!
  Her face was expressionless: "Why did you let her touch her chin and shake hands with her?"

Morrie was so anxious that he barked twice: This is just basic etiquette! There is no emotion involved!

She sneered, her eyebrows cold and indifferent: "How many members of the opposite sex has your master brought home?"

Mori turned around anxiously on the ground, grabbed her arm and stared fiercely: His romantic debt has nothing to do with me! I'm just an innocent dog!
  Seeing that its pitiful way of trying to please itself was exactly the same as its owner, Song Shiwei snorted softly and touched its head compassionately, thinking forget it, why should she compete with a dog?

It's his business how many people of the opposite sex he knows and how many people he shows his dog to. What does it have to do with her?
  But with this thought in my mind, another voice sounded faintly and bitterly beside my ears: How could it be okay? You just walked around the neighborhood with his dog and someone recognized him. If you took him on the street, you might not know how many surprises there would be.

If your identities were reversed and your dog was recognized by another man today, would he have such a good temper as yours? Can he not go crazy with jealousy?
  Song Shiwei slowly stopped rubbing the dog's head, and suddenly realized with shock, was she actually jealous?

Her previous boyfriends made her worry-free in this regard, but on the contrary, she had a constant stream of suitors, and if they wanted to be jealous, it was because they were jealous of her. Even once she was very confused about being angry for another woman, and now she has become what she hates the most?

Song Shiwei bit her lip in confusion, wondering in a daze, had she fallen into this relationship too quickly?

In the past, her love experience was a long-term one. From acquaintance to familiarity to falling in love, everything was done step by step, and each step had to be carefully considered before making a decision.

And this time, this was the only time that she was pushed half-heartedly to the step of confirming the relationship by the other party's strong offensive. It was also the only emotional experience in which she was dominated by sensibility rather than rationality.

It's hard to say whether this is good or bad for her. In the past, she had relied on rational judgment and decision-making in every relationship, but she did not get good results and ended in failure every time. But this time she follows her emotions and does whatever she wants, will the result be different?

She herself felt very unsure.

When she decided to try to be with him, she was far more shaken than sure. Even if she accepted him, she didn't have high expectations for the future outcome of this relationship. Letting nature take its course was the most positive attitude she could give him now.

He has the strong emotions she longs for. The existence of these things makes his character destined to be warm and strong, and her swinging and negative mentality also destined her to be led by him.

But after all, feelings are a matter between two people. Can she really just close her eyes and follow him with her body instinct?

And is he really safe enough for her to completely let herself sink deeper and deeper into his warm water?
  Song Shiwei lay on the sofa and stared at the ceiling quietly. The confusion and uneasiness in her narrow black eyes melted into the darkening night, and there was no echo.