Electronic Nezha

Chapter 79 The Brain
See, I told you, it's all bad news!
First of all, I didn't expect Chen Bing to use such a clumsy yet clever method as "cashing out" to break my plan. He used to be the CEO of a technology company, and he could easily spend billions. If he couldn't wait to withdraw 40 yuan from his account, then he shouldn't be able to carry out his plans.

I thought he might pretend to call the police or return the money to Sun Zhancheng and the others, but I didn't expect him to cash it out. Now his fraudulent nature is about to be exposed, and this money might actually become the funds for him to run away.

Then I don't want to play out some extreme crime-solving plot with a 14-year-old. There's a difference between an electronic Nezha and Nezha, unless Liu Zhenhua also has the Wind Fire Wheels and the Hun Tian Ling.

"Why don't you check if you can find his whereabouts?"

"Take a look at what this General Manager Chen looks like first." Liu Zhenhua pulled up a surveillance video. It looked like it was in a bank manager's office or something similar. Chen Bing looked refined and carried a large leather suitcase, which he was stuffing with stacks of cash. The bank manager was serving him with a smile throughout.

Liu Zhenhua said, "60 yuan, all of it was taken, including 40 yuan from Sun and his family."

I asked in surprise, "How did he do that?" For an ordinary person, withdrawing 60 from a bank is about as difficult as robbing a bank, even though the money was originally yours.

"It's probably some kind of VIP privilege. After so many years of financial fraud, they must have some skills," Liu Zhenhua said. He pressed a few keys, and Chen Bing's portrait spread across the map like rays of light, eventually returning a number of "0".

Liu Zhenhua widened his eyes and said, "This guy's got some skills. After leaving the bank, he hasn't shown his face in any place with surveillance cameras!"

"Could he have been targeted and killed by bank robbers?" That was the only guess I could make.

"I understand how you feel, but it's best not to. He has 40 yuan, which belongs to us."

"Ok?"

"What I mean is, if we lost it, we have to take responsibility for finding it."

The father and son share the same sense of responsibility!
"Where could he go?" In modern society, it's hard to escape surveillance when eating, staying in a hotel, or buying a bottle of water. Even though Chen Bing carries a lot of cash and doesn't need to use QR code payments, he must have other needs, right?

Liu Zhenhua put his hands behind his head and said, "Let's wait and see. As long as he's still alive, he'll eventually slip up."

I suddenly remembered something: "He called me this morning, and I have half of the recording. Would that help me find him?"

"Send it to me and I'll try."

I sent the half-recording to Liu Zhenhua on WeChat. Liu Zhenhua put the audio on his desktop and listened to it. Chen Bing and I had only talked for half a minute, and the audio was only about ten seconds long. The content was nothing more than endless doubts and dry threats.

Liu Zhenhua transformed the audio into countless scattered line segments on the screen, each line segment appearing to be dancing gracefully.

"What are you doing?" If you don't understand, just ask.

“Analyze the background noise.”

"Is it reliable?" I've seen it. There are quite a few crime dramas, but they all always have a signature sound to mark the location, either a train station clock or a train whistle. It's like criminals would get muscle weakness if they didn't find a place that would make a big commotion when they did something bad!
Liu Zhenhua randomly played several audio clips in the form of line segments, all of which were meaningless noises: car horns, an old man's cough, and the sound of hard soles of shoes stepping on ice and snow.

"This... won't work, will it?" I admit that it's already quite impressive to have done this much, but it's obviously unrealistic to use these sounds to mark the location.

"Don't rush, listen to this."

Liu Zhenhua clicked on another audio clip, and heard a woman's voice saying intermittently, "Follow the teacher closely... otherwise... the group's rotating red flag... Okay... begin..."

"This is?"

Liu Zhenhua said, "It's obvious that elementary school students are using the holidays for study tours." He tapped a few times on the keyboard, and several scenes of teachers leading students to various places for study tours appeared on the screen, including elementary school students and junior high school students. Liu Zhenhua glanced at the recording time and immediately switched the screen to one of the scenes.

"The students from the Fourth Primary School went to the museum—Chen Bing was nearby at the time."

I searched the screen intently and said, "I didn't see Chen Bing either."

Liu Zhenhua pointed to the various vehicles on the screen and said, "That means he's in one of these cars. Let's head to the museum now. Maybe Chen Bing is still there. If not, we'll check the car and look for other clues."

I said, "Your dad is leaving now, you stay home and continue looking for clues." Liu Zhenhua said with a bitter face, "Dad, you can't do this. We agreed to go together, and besides... I don't feel comfortable letting you go alone."

I walked to the window and looked down, saying, "Your dad has a team." The old Santana parked downstairs looked particularly conspicuous in our old neighborhood.

Liu Zhenhua leaned over to take a look, then said, both amused and exasperated, "Still following us?"

"So we need to get this settled as soon as possible."

Liu Zhenhua said, "What if they have ill intentions towards you?"

"No, look at the state they've become."

Downstairs, a middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth walked past the Santana. Cheng Sihai suddenly opened his car door and went up to ask the man for a cigarette. Based on the principle that all smokers are one family, the man gave him one. Then Duan Shoujiang also came out to ask for one. Wu Lianfeng had a leg injury, so he stuck his hand out of the car window to ask for a cigarette. The middle-aged man gave him one. Sun Zhancheng, presuming on his status, neither got out of the car nor reached out. He probably said something casual, hoping that the middle-aged man would come over and offer him a cigarette. The man ignored him and walked away.

In the end, Cheng Sihai handed the cigarette he had just taken a puff of into the car.

Liu Zhenhua said, "That's terrifying. I'll definitely never smoke again." You see, that's the real-world educational significance of "old-timers."

I said, "So, whoever can help them find their money now is their father."

Liu Zhenhua: "..."

I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Those who plan for the world do not concern themselves with the gains or losses of a single city. You, as the central strategist, are our brain."

Liu Zhenhua scoffed, "How can you coordinate your body to be the brain of those guys?" Why is this kid so sarcastic? Did he learn it from me?

"I have a plan. You just need to be the one directing from behind the scenes."

Seeing that I had made up my mind, Liu Zhenhua instructed, "Then be careful, I'll continue checking the car in the video—you haven't forgotten the detonation code for the 'bomb,' have you?"

"It's just—"

Liu Zhenhua quickly waved his hand: "No need to read it out loud!"

After going downstairs, I first threw two packs of cigarettes into the broken car.

The four of them got out of the car together. Sun Zhancheng said, "What do you mean? Are you trying to get rid of us?"

"I'm not sending you away, I'm asking you to come with me. I'll take you to find Chen Bing."

Wu Lianfeng said, "You really do have a way!"

"Let me make this clear from the start: in this operation, you must follow my orders. If I say east, you can't go west!"

Duan Shoujiang angrily retorted, "Who do you think you are?"

Sun Zhancheng grabbed him and asked, "Can you get your money back?"

"can!"

Sun Zhancheng gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, saying fiercely, "I'll endure it, let's go!" He got into the car, slammed the door shut, revealing a state of mind that was both helpless and tragic.

Cheng Sihai got into the car from the left side, Duan Shoujiang squeezed in the middle, and Wu Lianfeng handed the cane horizontally to the back seat. The two men naturally took it. Wu Lianfeng sat in the right back seat and, seeing that I was still standing there, rolled down the window and said, "I've made room for you in the passenger seat. Let's go."

I pointed to my electric scooter lane: "I'll drive that one, you guys follow."

(End of this chapter)