In the future chat group, I'll become the richest man by just eating gossip.

Chapter 108 Time is running out
After the video ended, Feng Han and the others looked at each other, speechless.

What kind of clue is this?

Or rather, what kind of challenge is this?

They could have just killed the hostages.
Why bother with such a boring game?

The so-called death game provides no clues whatsoever, giving them only two hours to search the entire city for the kidnapped hostage. What's the difference between that and simply killing the hostage?
"Xiao Feng, you..."

"Any ideas?"

Yueyang asked hesitantly.

"I?"

Feng Nan pointed to her own nose.

She has no idea where she should go.

Even a deity would frown upon such a sight.

"Brother Yue, can I borrow your office?"

"Give me some time, I need some peace and quiet."

"By the way, give me a copy of this video."

Feng Nan was at her wit's end and didn't want to watch innocent hostages die because of her.

Left with no other choice, Feng Nan had to resort to cheating.

But cheating can only be done secretly.

No outsiders are allowed to be present.

"Xiao Feng, we don't have much time."

Yueyang hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I know, give me half an hour."

Feng Nan nodded and said in a deep voice.

"You can take action first, don't wait for me. I will contact you if I find anything."

With that, Feng Nan took the video recording and ran into Yueyang's office, locking the door behind her.

Feng Nan knew Yue Yang was anxious, but what good was just being anxious when they didn't even have a direction for their investigation?

The only hope now is for Feng Nan to use his special ability to find clues in the future chat group.

Looking at his tightly closed office door, Yue Yang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I want to take action, but where do you want me to go to do it?"

Li Biao walked up, patted Yue Yang on the shoulder, and comforted him, "Don't worry, give Xiao Feng some time. If Xiao Feng can't find any clues, there's no use in us worrying ourselves sick."

"So we're just going to wait like this?"

Yueyang asked anxiously.

Do you have a direction for your investigation?

Li Biao asked helplessly.

"I--"

Yueyang was speechless and could only stare blankly.

"Why don't we start by investigating the hostages' identities?"

Seeing Yue Yang and Li Biao staring at each other without saying a word, Ye Wanwan cautiously offered a suggestion.

Swah——

Before Ye Wanwan could finish speaking, Li Biao and Yue Yang's sharp gazes simultaneously focused on her.

"I--"

“You’re just talking nonsense, go on.”

Ye Wanwan took two steps back and waved her hand.

"Let's start the investigation with the hostages!"

Yueyang said firmly.

"what?"

Ye Wanwan was stunned.

"It's great that Wanwan can use her brain now."

Li Biao joked with a chuckle.

Before Ye Wanwan could refute, Li Biao and Yue Yang ignored her and gathered around the computer, turning it on.

Li Biao and Yue Yang huddled in front of the computer, staring at the screen and watching the video over and over again.

To be precise, they only look at the beginning.

Watch the scene before the hostages are beaten.

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In the office in Yueyang!

Feng Nan was also repeatedly replaying the recording.

But Feng Nan only listened to the audio, her eyes fixed on the phone screen, completely ignoring the repeatedly replayed recording on the computer screen. [Meicai Kou Rou: @Shangguan Yingji, Big Socks, I need you.]

This time, Feng Nan didn't tag everyone; instead, she specifically chose to approach Shangguan Yingji.

Shangguan Yingji is a reporter for this timeline, and she works in this city.

If there is an explosion in the city, besides the detectives from various departments, journalists are the group with the best information.

Shangguan Yingji definitely has firsthand information about the explosion site.

So Feng Nan was right to choose her.

[Shangguan Yingji: @Meicai Kourou, great writer, I'm here. What do you need?]

Shangguan Yingji did not keep Feng Nan waiting for long.

Feng Nan was replied to very quickly.

[Braised Pork Belly with Preserved Mustard Greens: @Shangguan Yingji, five years ago today, where in Tang City did the explosion occur?]

Feng Nan didn't exchange pleasantries with Shangguan Yingji.

I chose the most time-efficient and straightforward approach.

[Shangguan Yingji: @Meicai Kourou, wait a moment, I remember, I'll go check the information.]

Shangguan Yingji seemed to sense that Feng Nan was very anxious and didn't stand on ceremony.

Three minutes later!

Quack, quack, quack——

Feng Nan's phone beeped.

Feng Nan immediately picked up her phone, unlocked the screen, and entered the future chat group.

[Shangguan Ying's Note: @Meicai Kourou, great author, I'm so glad I found it!]

Upon seeing the message from Shangguan Yingji, Feng Nan's eyes lit up, and she was overjoyed.

"It's done!"

Feng Nan clenched her fist.

"You guys played dirty, but I'm cheating, so I won this round."

Feng Nan's lips curled into a cold smile.

[Braised Pork Belly with Preserved Mustard Greens: @Shangguan Yingji, send this to me immediately.]

Feng Nan didn't delay and immediately asked for it.

[Shangguan Yingji: Okay!]

Without hesitation, Shangguan Yingji sent her a folder.

Feng Nan didn't hesitate to thank him.

At the same time, I sent a 100-yuan red envelope.

After sending the red envelope, Feng Nan immediately opened the folder and began reading Shangguan Yingji's information.

The materials Shangguan Yingji sent weren't many, but they were all the essential information Feng Nan wanted.

In today's future timeline, Feng Nan and her team lost; to be precise, it was Yue Yang and his team who lost.

After all, in the future timeline, Feng Nan is still not involved.

Of course, Yueyang and Li Biao in the future timeline did not do nothing.

They had already reached the outside of the small house, but there wasn't enough time.

The bomb exploded before we even got inside.

Therefore, Yueyang, who was at the forefront, was also affected by the aftershocks of the explosion and was seriously injured.

Feng Nan couldn't help but sigh, Yue Yang and Li Biao really have had a lot of misfortunes.

But being a detective means walking on the edge of danger, constantly facing ruthless criminals, and getting injured is inevitable.

Knowing the hostage's exact location, Feng Nan immediately stood up, glanced at the time, and saw that more than twenty minutes had passed since the two-hour bombing deadline. There was still an hour and a half before the bomb exploded.

Feng Nan stopped dawdling and immediately ran out of Yueyang's office.

The Major Crimes Unit's office was bustling with activity at that moment.

Almost all the detectives from the Major Crimes Unit who didn't have any cases returned to the unit, including those on leave.

Besides the detectives from the Major Crimes Unit, there were many unfamiliar faces that Feng Nan didn't recognize, as well as many familiar faces that Feng Nan had seen a few times. Even the bigwigs from the branch office who were in charge of criminal investigations came.

Feng Nan's gaze quickly swept across the entire venue, locking onto Yueyang from the noisy crowd.

At this moment, Yueyang and Li Biao were still staring at the computer screen, repeatedly reviewing the recording.

This was their only clue. Apart from repeatedly watching the video and trying to find clues from it, Yueyang and Li Biao were at their wits' end.

The two men from Yueyang did gain something.

They've produced a composite sketch of the hostage.

They are comparing information from recent missing persons reports to try and identify the hostage.

"Brother Yue, Brother Li, stop looking."

"I've found something, let's go!"