Chapter 134

As soon as Han Chen finished, everyone was stunned.

After all, he took a look at the crowd and quickly explained:

"the simplest existence, 1.

The most complicated form of life: 8. Among the numbers from 0 to 9, it is the only one that is similar to the sign of positive infinity and the shape of DNA strand. As for the first sentence and the second sentence at the end of the "alternate turn" and "lost in the evening", as Su Mian said, they are more like Lyric. It's probably the killer's own feelings about these two numbers.

Can cover every day: 7. 7 days a week, full coverage;

can occupy every year: 4. Four seasons of the year.

Mistakes will still be recovered... "

He slightly ponders, Su Mian and others listen attentively, breathing as if with his voice. But he saw a faint sneer in his eyes: "this sentence is just a small game of words played by the murderer." The words "wrong", "lost", "complex" and "get" also appear in the last sentence of the numbers 1 and 8 that I just said. "Still" means to do it again, so the superposition of 1 and 8 makes 9. At the same time, the literal meaning of missing Fu De also has a long-term meaning, which is homophonic with 9. "

Su Mian glared and murmured: "too cunning..."

Han Shen's eyes were still dark and hard to distinguish. He continued: "the dream of nothingness, nothingness, can only be 0. In the end, his name will never be covered by time... " He looked at Su Mian: "do you remember how the last poem ended?"

Other people are still confused, Su Mian raised her eyebrows and blurted out: "got it! With s as the center, so he here refers to s. The order of s in the alphabet is... " She is not good at mathematics, immediately in the mind, but has 80% confidence.

Han shen Mou color clear tunnel out the answer: "is 19. So, 18749019. After the sequence returns to zero, it converges to 1 and 9, which is also consistent with the meaning of circulation and reincarnation emphasized by his whole poem

As soon as Han Chen finished, everyone was quiet. At this time, in the open park, the evening mist has gone, and the sun shines through the clouds. The crowd stood still, but the time shown on the bomb on the victim's chest was still passing by quickly, tense and serious.

Su Mian is most confident in Han Shen's reasoning. It's very simple - if you look at the literal content, there may be many interpretations. But people who understand mathematics must have the closest mode of thinking. Therefore, what Han Shen interpreted is probably the correct answer.

After a brief silence, Han Chen and Su Mian look at each other. Su Mian nods vigorously. They turn their heads at the same time and look at the victim. And the other cops, they all looked at him.

The victim just heard Han Chen's reasoning. He licked his dry lips and said, "are you sure this is it?"

Han Chen came up to him, raised his finger, closed his eyes slightly, and threw him two words: "believe me."

Clearly is the most simple two words, his low and light voice, but no reason to call the heart must. Su Mian watched his action with bated breath. The victim bit his teeth and closed his eyes trembling. The bomb disposal expert nodded and withdrew temporarily. Around, beside the police car and behind the explosion-proof shield, all the people watched with breath holding, just like Su Mian. Even in the provincial offices far away from each other, the leaders of the provincial departments all looked up and concentrated on the scene.

The time on the bomb is still counting down: 13:02, 13:01, 13:00, 12:59

Han Shen lowered his head, his eyes were light, and his fingers were beating fast on the code lock - 18749019!

There was silence.

Su Mian's heartbeat seemed to miss a beat. Tears fell on the victim's face.

12:57。

Number freeze frame.

The victim stares at the time when his chest is no longer beating. Han Chen, Su Mian and bomb disposal experts are smiling at the same time. After a brief silence, the surrounding police burst into thunderous cheers, all embracing, clapping and shouting, which almost resounded over the whole park!

In the first few times of surprise, today, the police finally succeeded in rescuing the first victim!

In such deafening cheers, Su Mian raised his head and turned to Han Chenjun's black eyes. There was a faint smile in his eyes, staring at her. And her heart, as if by his eyes around the warm current, throbbing, but silent.

The two looked at each other quietly for a second, then looked up at the same time.

And a second victim.

……

Probably seeing another person rescued, the second victim had already begun to cry hysterically: "help me, help me!" But when Han Shen and Su Mian came to him, they found that his look was more panic and despair than before, and his tears were more fierce. It was not like seeing the hope of being rescued..

Su Mian's heart thumped for a moment, and a vague premonition came to her mind. But Han Shen's eyes were light and restrained and asked, "what's the content of the poem?"

The criminal police who accompanied the victim moved his lips, but he himself simply faced him like ashes, and said in a trembling voice, "no, no! He left without telling me anything or anythingPeople around looked at each other.

Han Chen doesn't say a word, but Su Mian's hands are tightly clasped on his side.

No? No poetry for decryption? Does a no longer want to continue this game, no longer abide by the rules of the game, determined to blow up this person?

The victim cried more flustered when he saw the police reaction. However, the bomb disposal expert beside him nodded heavily: "I'll try again, there is hope to dismantle."

At last, the expert asked the victim to stop crying. Everyone's attention also went to the bomb disposal experts. Han Chen and Su Mian stand side by side. In the morning, his black jacket made his face as white as cold jade. He looked at the victim and straightened his black gloves, but he said to Su Mian: "what do you think?"

Then I heard Su Mian low "um" and answered: "I was thinking, if I were a, I would not say a word this morning, what kind of password would I want to set?"

Han Shen made a move and turned to look at her.

In the rising sun, her hair was tied high and she stood very straight. After days of hard work, her eyes are covered with black circles, and her skin color is white, which looks like a panda. At the moment, her expression is very firm, firm and focused on the victim.

Han Chen looked at her quietly for a moment. He looked up with her and looked at the victim. Suddenly he asked, "he left without saying anything." ——Have you seen the murderer? "

This makes the victim and Su Mian stunned at the same time. He nodded, and immediately shook his head: "see, but he is wearing a mask and hat, can not see the face."

Su Mian was so excited that he rushed to him like a treasure and asked, "what did he do at that time? What's the movement? Where are you standing? Tell me all about it. Maybe we can fight again

A is such a love of the game, but also let r for the first victim to develop such a complex and sophisticated password. There's no reason for a second person to break the rules of the game.

That only shows one thing - passwords exist. And most likely, it was a string of numbers that she knew had a certain meaning. In this way, for a, the meaning of the game.

He asked her to guess. She was asked to take great risks and guess out of thin air.

But what are these numbers?

And her words, so that the victim is also a daze, quickly came to mind, earlier today, saw that scene

In the dimly lit, smelly toilet, he awoke, and fear flooded his heart. And the man, sitting in a broken chair not far away.

The man was wearing a dark blue cap with rough edges. Under the brim of the hat, his eyes were very cold. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers in his plastic gloves, tapping slowly and again. It's like thinking.

No matter how the victim cried for mercy, he ignored it. After a while, he took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and looked down.

……

"What is he looking at?" Asked Su Mian.

The victim was stunned and shook his head: "I, I don't know..."

But Su Mian's questioning reminds him of a detail. The mobile phone that the man took out is very old, like Nokia, and the screen is only half the size of the current mobile phone. His fingers are sliding across the screen, which should be Nokia's first touch-screen phone. Because the light was dim, the light flashed across his face as his fingers slid.

……

"He's looking at the picture." Han Chen beside him suddenly makes a noise. Su Mian nodded: "old mobile phone, old photo."

And then? And then what?

The man looked at the old mobile phone for a while, and seemed to have a smile in his eyes. Take out another mobile phone from the pocket again, it is big screen, delicate. After watching for a while, he put both mobile phones back in his pocket and turned to look at the victim.

At that time, his eyes were so quiet that a glimmer of hope arose in the victim's heart and begged him to let go. As if he had not heard, he got up and left.

……

Password, what is it?

What is he looking at and thinking about?

Han Shen looks at Su Mian quietly, reaches out and holds her shoulder.

"If there is an answer, only you know."

Su Mian was silent for a moment. Looking up at him, Su Mian whispered in a voice that only two people could hear: "if he misses something, it must be the group of seven in the past and me in the past. And what he saw later should be the photos of today. This string of passwords should be numbers related to me and I should know. If we say that the most qualified is still 20090420. Because after that day, Su Mian became Bai Jinxi. "

Han Chen was silent, but listened to her continue: "but looking at his past every crime, almost every time will not be completely repeated. So this time, the password won't be repeated, or it will be exactly the same as a victim. What other numbers do I know and he knows? He knew that I had lost my memory, so when I was undercover, I couldn't remember the dates and numbers related to the group of seven. So, there are only a few possibilities left——1、 The last time we inferred, the date of his first crime. However, this date has nothing to do with me, so it is excluded.

2. The day when he broke into our house and left a letter. If we talk about linking the present with the past, that day is indeed of commemorative significance. But that day was also the beginning of our fight against the three of them. From the expression of a described by the victim at that time, it is not excited, but quiet and gentle. So this day doesn't fit. He won't think about the day when he will write to me with a gentle and nostalgic attitude... "

Su Mian said so many things in one breath, and then turned his words: "there are few meaningful numbers left that I can know. But if he was thinking about me, he wanted me to guess the answer, and he missed it. Then there is a string of numbers that meet the requirements -

19890317, Su Mian's birthday. He missed the past. If the group of seven didn't fall apart, then I would not be Bai Jinxi. When I met him again, he also called me Sumian, not Bai Jinxi. If you want to tease me, isn't Bai Jinxi more interesting? But from the beginning to the end, he called me Sumian and my sister. What he recognized was su Mian, even if she was a policeman and an undercover

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five minutes later.

The second bomb, successfully removed!

The scene fell into a boiling cheering, and the two victims also cried with joy. In front of the monitoring screen, hall leaders nodded and grinned.

Han Chen and Su Mian stand in the crowd, laughing. Other criminal police officers of Han Chen and North Korea ordered: "immediately explore the scene, look for trace evidence; mobilize surrounding monitoring to find suspects..."

Bomb disposal experts are also very pleased. After all, he is only 50-60% sure whether the bomb can be dismantled. Now the victim has been saved ahead of time, without better results.

The bombs that have been removed are, of course, handled by experts. He opened the riot box, put two bombs in as usual, took them away and destroyed them. Just about to close the lid of the box, I was stunned.

"Evacuate! Evacuate! Run He yelled, and then he took several policemen beside him and ran to the outside.

Han Chen and Su Mian are awe inspiring. At the same time, they look back and see the box that the expert has put on the ground. The timer that has been fixed just now suddenly starts to beat again!

“01:32、01：31、01:30……”

All of them were shocked and yelled one after another: "run!" "Hidden! It's going to explode We all ran to the outside, hundreds of meters away, hiding behind the explosion-proof shield, holding their breath and staring at the two bombs in the center. Han Chen, with Su Mian in his arms, lies on the ground with his eyes fixed on the front. But Su Mian murmured: "how could this happen..."

00:10、00:09…… 00:01、00:00……

There was a dead silence in the park.

People look up, you look at me, I look at you. It didn't explode. It didn't explode.

Han Chen pulls Su Mian, just about to get up. At this time, the mobile phone in her trouser pocket rang twice.

Since the last time received the video of L dance, Su Mian now hears a text message sound, will be an exciting, heart slightly raised. At this time, the mobile phone suddenly received a text message, which undoubtedly made her feel bad.

Han Chen also noticed the strange look on her face and looked down at her. She took out her mobile phone and received two videos. The sending number was unknown.

She takes a deep breath and clicks on the first video. As soon as the picture began to play, she was completely stunned.

Xiaozhuan!

It's Zhou Xiaozhuan! Han Shen also saw that his dark eyes were like ice.

It was a strange room with nothing on the background wall. Xiao Zhuan was tied to a chair with blood on his forehead, but his face was as gray as death.

He had a bomb strapped to his chest. The bomb shows the time, it's 30:00, and then it starts to count down.

Su Mian's breath is a little shaking. She stares at it for a few seconds, like a strong premonition. She starts the second video again.

Xu Sibai.

It was the same as Zhou Xiaozhuan. There were also blood stains on his face. But compared with Zhou Xiaozhuan, his expression is more quiet, his eyes look at the screen, some empty. So handsome as a man like spring snow, but so embarrassed to tie the bomb.

At this time, her mobile phone entered another SMS --

"the pop-up code is your right ring finger fingerprint. You only have enough time to save one person. "

……

The termination of the first two bombs is just the beginning of a new bomb.

When you save two innocent people, your closest partner, but also because of this hanging line.

Sumian, who would you choose?

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