Chapter 1347: Calm Analysis

I am Yin Feisong.

Having battled the business world for thirty years, Yin Feisong had seen his share of storms, even during his gold-mining days when he himself had once carried a double-barreled hunting rifle.

After all, it was his own son.

Yin Feisong could only maintain basic composure.

On the other end of the phone, however, came laughter through a voice changer: "Heh heh, Boss Yin, you called the police, didn't you?"

"No!" Yin Feisong insisted firmly—this had been agreed upon beforehand; when dealing with kidnappers, it was like dealing with a girlfriend: even a false promise was better than sincere defiance.

The kidnapper let out two more hums: "Whether you call the police or not, if I see police, I'll kill the hostage. Is the gold ready?"

"I want to speak to my son," Yin Feisong hurriedly said.

"You answer me first—is the gold ready?"

Yin Feisong hesitated for a moment: "It's ready."

"I'll get back to you." With that, the other end hung up.

Though Yin Feisong was a seasoned businessman, he lost control of his expression.

The negotiation expert first confirmed the phone had been disconnected, then soothed Yin Feisong: "It's fine; he's probably afraid of being tracked."

Having said that, he turned to look at the technician beside him.

The latter shook his head lightly: "Overseas number."

"Overseas number, voice changer—this person is somewhat prepared." The negotiation expert, having handled many kidnapping cases, frowned like a bulldog, glanced at Yin Feisong, and said nothing more.

At this moment, Yin Feisong had already awakened from his dire state, exhaled heavily, and said: "Captain Qiu, if you have any ideas, feel free to speak up—I've weathered great storms too. To be frank, my elder brother was beaten until he vomited blood while fighting over a mine, I rescued him, and I buried him—truly a terrible affair, but I can endure it."

Upon hearing this, the negotiation expert dropped his pretense and said: "Thorough preparation indicates premeditation; their knowledge of you and your family is likely quite detailed. From vehicles to voice changers, this kidnapper is more experienced than the average one—perhaps he has committed similar crimes before… Well, I'll say this: if the kidnapper is experienced, they tend to be more decisive and more ruthless; correspondingly, we must also be more decisive and able to withstand pressure."

He still gave Yin Feisong a bit of reassurance, for otherwise he feared Yin Feisong would collapse.

The pressure of kidnapping is immense—let alone Yin Feisong's mining background; even during the Republic era, bandits who smashed kilns engaged in kidnapping, and their victims were not lacking in major landowners and wealthy magnates, yet they were no saints either. Yet during the confrontation, they remained in an absolute disadvantage.

The side being kidnapped, the more they emphasize their response, the more it reveals their emotional bond with the hostage, and thus the easier they are to be controlled by the kidnappers.

Experienced kidnappers can exert tremendous influence—take Zhang Ziqiang, for example: during the tense period in Hong Kong and Macau, he still managed to kidnap Li Ka-shing's son and successfully walk away with one billion, relying precisely on this imbalance of power.

At this moment, Liu Jinghui coughed twice and said: "The other side is prepared, but our preparations are even more thorough, Boss Yin. We've handled many serious cases under Jiang Yuan; now we're not only working hard ourselves, but Jiang Yuan's side is also working hard—who knows which side will crack the case first."

"Yes… yes…" Yin Feisong nodded repeatedly, but to speak frankly, wanting to feel at ease was impossible.

As the saying goes, concern brings chaos; if it were an outsider unrelated to oneself, anything would be fine, but precisely because the kidnapped is one's closest kin, this concern drives one to distraction.

Liu Jinghui said no more, pulled out his notebook again, and began brainstorming several feasible plans for the next steps.

From his perspective, the kidnappers' actions are one aspect, while our side actually has some fixed response strategies—it's impossible to be like Yin Feisong imagining, constantly thinking about how to respond to the kidnappers.

To some extent, the kidnappers also have something they care about: namely, the gold worth thirty million.

Thirty million worth of gold, divided among three people, each gets ten million—perhaps not much on the internet, but in real society, it absolutely counts as a colossal fortune.

Given current domestic security conditions, the kidnappers are also risking their lives in committing the crime—Yin Xiaofeng's risk, or rather, Yin Feisong worries that Yin Xiaofeng might die. Correspondingly, for the kidnappers to survive after committing the crime is no easy feat either.

Thus, the thirty million worth of gold is likewise a constraint on the kidnappers and also the most important leverage in the kidnapping case.

The negotiation expert's approach differs, but the idea is similar; he also offers psychological support to Yin Feisong from the side: "Next, the most important thing for us is to confirm Yin Xiaofeng's life or death—this should also be your greatest concern, right?"

Yin Feisong nodded: "Of course, but..."

"You hand over all your chips to the other side, and they won't suddenly grow a benevolent heart." The negotiation expert coldly cut off Yin Feisong's words: "I've handled over a hundred kidnapping cases—listen to me, you must not waver on the gold issue; you must confirm Yin Xiaofeng's life or death, speak with him, before we can continue discussing ransom payment; otherwise, better to hang up than to compromise—on this point, we actually have no room for compromise, understand?"

"Yes, I understand, but I'm afraid..." Yin Feisong lit a cigarette, smoking until his eyes filled with tears.

The negotiation expert let out a long sigh: "You've seen great storms—I needn't explain the reasoning; the procedure is what we designed, our best weapon to protect you. You abandon your weapon, and they'll show you no mercy!"

Yin Feisong lowered his head, then listened again as the negotiation expert and detachment chief Liu Zhuangzhe gave him advice, one sentence after another.

The negotiation expert was also specially invited by the Anwan Municipal Bureau, with a distinguished record and reputation, and his skills were sufficient—he easily persuaded Yin Feisong with words alone.

Huh-huh...

At the moment the ringtone sounded, the room fell silent as well.

"It's Jiang Yuan's call." Liu Jinghui picked up the phone, said a sentence first, then pressed the answer key.

"I found several partial fingerprints on the spare tire jack in the trunk; after comparison, there's a prior offender named Zhonghailong, from Pingzhou, sentenced to two years for robbery and seven years for intentional harm, released three years ago after completing his sentence." Jiang Yuan spoke quickly.

Liu Jinghui's eyes flashed with sharpness—no wonder he's the family dragon; this power could be called nuclear-level.

"How did you find it?" Liu Jinghui asked, needing to know one more thing—after all, if it's not a prior offender, then it's a suspect in this case; if we mistook the target, that would be troublesome.

Jiang Yuan's voice eased somewhat: "The perpetrator likely wore gloves throughout; I inspected the vehicle—they changed a tire before the crime, the tire jack was probably used then, possibly without gloves, but afterward they wiped it with a cloth, just not clean enough."

This paragraph, Jiang Yuan analyzed using crime scene reconstruction. The analysis wasn't limited to fingerprints and such—he treated the entire vehicle interior as a crime scene for analysis.

The sweat from the crowded rear seats, he collected and sent for testing; likewise, the tools in the trunk, even if only differing in position, were different in Jiang Yuan's eyes.

Only because Jiang Yuan had kept his high-level skill active throughout did he, when describing to Liu Jinghui, simply omit technical details.

Jiang Yuan spoke simply, but Liu Jinghui could envision it—Jiang Yuan's so-called partial fingerprints, who knows how partial they were.

In fact, what Jiang Yuan said—wiped with a cloth but not clean—meant physically wiped but not clean.

If it were a normal on-site inspection, such fingerprints would have no need to be taken.

However, Jiang Yuan was then operating his LV7-level crime scene reconstruction skill, so even if the fingerprints were utterly ruined, he still managed to lift a small, discontinuous fragment.

And to crack and match such fingerprints, if put into a national fingerprint showdown, it would likely rank among the top difficulties—yet Jiang Yuan happened to have the capability to compare them.

Liu Jinghui didn't need to reason—he only needed to confirm Jiang Yuan had conducted a calm analysis, and then immediately said: "Then we can just go find him now?"

"I've already handed it over to the technical investigation team here—tell Liu Zhi, better to start organizing the assault team now; if not, call in the armed police." Jiang Yuan said up to this point, then added: "I'm currently cooperating with the technical investigators—you all hurry to coordinate."

"Okay." Liu Jinghui put down his phone, couldn't help but exhale, feeling refreshed and clear-headed, but facing the expectant Yin Feisong, he first gave a smile, then shouted out Liu Zhuangzhe's name.

Pa.

Pa-pa.

Outside the door, as Liu Jinghui and Liu Zhuangzhe leaned in close to talk, the sound of Liu Zhuangzhe slapping his thigh kept coming through.