Film and Television: My Cheat Code is AI

Zhang Yang and Da Liu waited downstairs at Cong Lan's house. Sure enough, Cong Lan's husband got into the car with the child and started to leave. Zhang Yang also noticed that he was carrying a large backpack. Zhang Yang called Yang Zhen, "Brother Yang, they've left. Judging from their route, they should be going to Daqiao Store."

Yang Zhen said, "Keep an eye on them."

"Yes."

"Also, he was carrying a schoolbag, a very big schoolbag."

"Ding Jian is asking the explosives seller if he can confirm the situation. Once it is confirmed, he should take immediate control and be careful not to hurt the children."

"Yes."

Zhang Yang and his group followed Cong Lan's husband's car and saw them park it not far from the Daqiao Store. They then walked to the KFC in front of the store. Zhang Yang looked at Tian Rui, who was sitting in the car, and said, "Tian Rui, Cong Lan's husband and child are to your right. Don't stare."

"it is good."

At that moment, Ding Jian also called.

"The explosives weren't bought by Tian Dajiang, but by Cong Lan's husband."

The call was to Yang Zhen, who wasn't in the car. Tian Rui answered the call and happened to get out of the car when she saw Yang Zhen return.

"I see."

Tian Rui said, "Zhang Yang said they're in the KFC right behind me, what should we do?"

Yang Zhen said, "Zhang Yang, Da Liu, and I will go and apprehend Cong Lan's husband. You are in charge of the child. The explosives should be in his schoolbag. Put the child in the car and deliver the explosives to the bomb disposal team."

"it is good."

Zhang Yang, wearing sunglasses, sat not far from Cong Lan's husband, his eyes constantly fixed on their direction. He needed to find the remote control, otherwise the child would be in immediate danger.

[Analyzing...]

[Clothing Scan: The man is wearing a dark gray jacket with a zipper, one slanted pocket on each side of the chest, and a vertical zippered inner pocket on the left chest. He is wearing black cargo pants with a large patch pocket on each side of the leg and another slanted pocket on the right front panel. His hands are currently resting flat on the table, fingertips naturally half-clenched, and he is not holding anything.]

[Behavioral Analysis: During the conversation, the man's right hand would unconsciously lift off the table every eight to fifteen seconds, his fingertips slightly bent, moving two to three centimeters towards the front of his right thigh, stopping near his trouser pocket, pausing for about 0.5 seconds, and then returning to the table. This action was repeated four times. Each time it occurred between his answers to questions, and was not directly related to the content of his speech; it was an unconscious "confirmatory touch"—usually occurring when carrying important items, to repeatedly confirm that the items were in place and safe.]

[Exclusions: The jacket pockets are positioned too high, which doesn't match the hand movement trajectory. The side pockets on the work pants are large but positioned too far out; to touch them, the elbow needs to be spread outwards, which doesn't match the observed movement path. The position of the right front diagonal pocket perfectly matches the hand movement direction, distance, and angle.]

[Inference: The pocket most likely contains a small, hard object, lightweight and no larger than the palm of your hand. Considering his deliberate maintenance of his hand position on the table—keeping his hands constantly visible to reduce our alertness—and the previously obtained information about the remote detonator, the probability that the object is a bomb remote control is higher than 87%. Recommendation: When controlling this man, prioritize controlling his right hand and right trouser pocket to prevent triggering.]

Zhang Yang said into the walkie-talkie, "Brother Yang, the remote control is most likely in his right pocket."

Yang Zhen said, "No action is allowed without my order. Wait until he leaves his position."

"receive."

Three minutes later, Tian Rui said into the walkie-talkie, "Brother Yang, the bomb disposal team has arrived."

Yang Zhen said, "Da Liu, it's your turn."

"receive."

After taking off his walkie-talkie headset, Da Liu, who was holding an open bottle of mineral water in one hand and still on the phone in the other, slipped and spilled the water all over Cong Lan's husband as he approached their table.

Da Liu quickly said, "Sorry, sorry, the ground is a bit slippery."

Cong Lan's husband cursed, "You fucking better watch what you're doing!" He then stood up and wiped himself. He then said to the child, "You sit here and wait a bit, I'm going to the bathroom to clean myself up."

"Okay, Dad." The child looked at the comic book in his hands and sat there obediently.

While Da Liu was still apologizing, Zhang Yang saw Cong Lan's husband stand up and leave, and then said into the walkie-talkie, "Brother Yang, he went to the restroom."

Yang Zhen said, "Go! Tian Rui, take the child to the car, and deliver the schoolbag to the bomb disposal team."

"Zhang Yang, come with me. You control him, I'll search him."

"Yes."

Zhang Yang and Yang Zhen arrived at the toilet door one after the other. The door was not closed, and Zhang Yang immediately saw that Cong Lan's husband had placed the controller next to the sink and was wiping his clothes with paper.

Yang Zhen gave a signal, and Zhang Yang swiftly stepped forward and restrained Cong Lan's husband, who was wiping clothes. He shouted, "Who the hell are you?"

Yang Zhen also held the controller in his hand and shouted, "Police, don't move!"

Zhang Yang pinned him against the wall and began to handcuff him.

He was still crying, "Go ahead and shoot, I don't want to live anymore!"

"I fucking don't want to live anymore."

Yang Zhen said to Cong Lan's husband, who was crying loudly, "You'd even kill your child to prevent them from seeing each other. Are you even human?"

"That's not my child, it's hers and Tian Dajiang's. Eight years, and she hasn't let go of Tian Dajiang for a single moment. I've endured it for eight years, and in the end, Cong Lan isn't mine. As soon as Tian Dajiang gets out of prison, her heart will fly away. What am I going to do? What am I going to do? If she dares to see Tian Dajiang, I'll blow her up."

"You knew they were going to meet, so you used explosives to frame him, didn't you? You left that note too, didn't you?"

"I framed Tian Dajiang, so what? Why didn't you shoot him dead yesterday?"

Yang Zhen said, "I wanted to kill him, but I didn't have time, and he got away."

Zhang Yang grabbed his hair and said, "You really are a beast, willing to sacrifice the entire mall for a woman?"

Yang Zhen said, "Take him away."

Zhang Yang escorted him out, and Tian Rui ran over and said, "The bomb disposal team has already disposed of the explosives and taken them away. The child is still in the car."

Yang Zhen said, "Take him back to the team, use another vehicle."

"Send the child to Cong Lan's place, so that Tian Dajiang can meet with her."

Tian Rui nodded and said, "Okay."

Cong Lan's husband couldn't stop crying, and Zhang Yang said, "Why are you crying?"

Da Liu and the others took him away, with Zhang Yang following behind Yang Zhen.

"Brother Yang, should we take them all back?"

Yang Zhen said, "Take them all back. There's still a trial to be held. We might need Cong Lan's intervention, since they're still a legally married couple."

"Yes."