Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

His excuse was a bit too lame. With just one sentence, how could he convince the police that the surveillance was fake and what he said was true?

"Okay, I'll give you another chance. You stay here tonight, and we will adjust the mall's surveillance to see if you only went to the toilet for more than ten minutes." The policeman closed the record book and said Chen Peiwen said: "Ms. Chen, please go back and rest today. We will inform you if there is any progress tomorrow."

The mall is closed now. Even if we go to adjust the surveillance now, it will take at least a few hours.

Chen Peiwen also understood this truth. Ding Jian was here anyway and would not run away, so she left the police station first.

Time passed by and it was early morning the next day.

Yuan Jiaxiang's body recovered better. When Chu Yao got up, he only felt slightly dizzy, which should be the sequelae of the concussion.

She immediately opened Yuan Jiaxiang's voicemail. According to the kidnapper's agreement, he would send the latest news.

Sure enough, there was a new message in the mailbox.

Chu Yao pressed the play button, and there was a loud noise in front of him, as if he was at a construction site.

After a few seconds, the message suddenly went silent, and a muffled voice could be heard vaguely.

"...Come and save me, quickly..."

Chu Yao carefully identified it, and found that it was 70% similar to Yuan Jiahao's voice in his impression, but it was more hoarse.

The sound can be explained, because the kidnappers probably restricted Yuan Jiahao's eating and drinking, which made her voice hoarse.

However, Yuan Jia's language skills were only at the level of a one-year-old, and she could only speak a few words stumblingly at most. Yuan's mother kept teaching her, and it would take at least several months before she could learn it.

If the kidnapper can teach her to speak a relatively complete sentence in half a day, then the kidnapper can be called a miracle doctor.

Chu Yao was thinking when there was a noise at the door.

"Xiao Xiang, we caught the suspect yesterday, and he is now being held in the police station." Chen Peiwen said impatiently, "The man's name is Ding Jian, and he is an unemployed vagrant. That day he..."

She told everything she knew, and Chu Yao asked thoughtfully: "I'm afraid, he is not the real kidnapper."

"Why?" Chen Peiwen asked puzzledly.

Chu Yao pointed to the phone screen and played the recording again.

Chen Peiwen's face turned pale when she heard those fragmented words.

Under what circumstances would a cousin who speaks awkwardly become anxious enough to speak a complete sentence?

She didn't want to think about it, and she didn't dare to think about it.

The recording was sent in the early morning, and Ding Jian was already at the police station at that time, and his mobile phone was taken away by the police.

He cannot be the one who sent the recordings, or in other words, he has other gangs who are responsible for sending the recordings.

Chen Peiwen took a deep breath and said, "Will it be sent at a scheduled time? As long as it is recorded in advance, it can be sent directly."

"It's possible, but it's unlikely." Chu Yao's eyes darkened for a moment, "I have to see him to know whether it is or not."

She heard a very special sound in the voice, which could only be made at night.

The scheduled transmission of recordings is only for 24 hours, so this voice must have been sent between ten o'clock last night and this morning.

"Okay, I'll take you to the police station." Chen Peiwen was about to leave when she asked worriedly: "Is your body... okay?"

Chu Yao said nonchalantly: "It's okay."