"Zhang Hua, right? I don't know if you still remember me. I am Wang Yong from Tuchuan Evening News. It was my report that made you famous. Now I have encountered a little difficulty..."

"Wang Yong? I don't know you, sorry, you recognized the wrong person. And I have a hard time turning over my capital now, so you can borrow money from someone else."

Before Wang Yong could finish his words, Zhang Hua, opposite him, interrupted him.

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

The familiar beep sounded again.

"I am a slut! I made you famous! Now I say I don't know me! An ungrateful bastard, you are still not a human being!"

Wang raised his phone high with courage, and his face changed several times. He didn't dare to throw away the only thing that could save his life quickly.

When I looked at the time bomb in the toy car, I saw only 15 minutes left!

The numbers that were still passing scared him so much that his soul was rising and he kept paced back and forth in the iron cage.

"Quick, hurry up! Why haven't other information come yet? Do you have to call the first three guys again?"

Just as he was hesitating and anxious, a new message appeared.

Buzz!

After clicking, the message is as follows.

Name: Zhang xwen, Gender: Male.

Name: Zhang xqian, Gender: Female.

Incident: A few days ago, the "red envelope" incident caused a sensation a few days ago. Because Tuchuan Evening News reporter Wang Yong took it out of context and posted false information, Zhang Xwen was fired by the hospital and his reputation was damaged. The six-year-old daughter Zhang Xqian believed that she had harmed her father, so she left a suicide note and jumped off the building and committed suicide. Then Zhang Xwen could not bear the tremendous pressure and public criticism, and died of sleeping pills and excessive alcoholism at home.

...

Judge's phone number:************.

"Is the Zhang surname dead?" Wang Yong's face showed a look of surprise.

Because Zhang Xwen committed suicide yesterday, and Wang Yong slept until he woke up just now, he didn't know about this.

And if there were no other media reports, he would probably never know about this.

After all, for him, this is just a reporting tool that can be used to allow him to get promotion and salary increase and get bonuses.

The news has been reported, so the so-called party will lose its value to him.

"But the following call..." A hint of anger flashed across Wang Yong's face.

If he was not wrong, it should be this bastard who kidnapped him and wanted to blow him to death.

After all, the previous contacts all have names and surnames, so this guy kept a "judge" mysteriously.

I thought I was the judge of death!

Wang Yong showed disdain on his face. If the Death judge wanted to deal with him, there would be no need to be so troublesome.

Since just now, no supernatural phenomenon has happened. So this guy is definitely not the judge of death, but just an ordinary person pretending to be a ghost.

When the phone dialed, he immediately shouted to the opposite side: "What do you want? Who are you surnamed Zhang? Let me tell you, his life and death have nothing to do with me. He committed suicide completely. Even the police superintendent can't catch me. But you are different. If you blow me to death, you will kill someone! The police superintendent will not let you go!"

Ye Chen on the other end of the phone was silent for a while.

Suddenly he laughed, but there was a strange power in the laughter that made Wang Yong's heart shivering: "It seems that you have no desire to repent at all. That's right, if you have already repented, you won't call me. Because the three people in front are unwilling to help you, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense to me, stop the bomb! If this continues, you will die. Do you understand? You are murder!" Wang Yong roared.

"You really want to live?"

"Nonsense, you don't want to live! I tell you, this is a society ruled by law, killing people will pay for your life! If you do things randomly, you will never have a good end. Now it's still time to stop the bomb and turn back." Wang Yong said loudly.

"Since you want to live, I will give you a chance." Ye Chen said quietly.

Wang Yong was delighted.

I thought to myself that this bastard was indeed scared by him.

Don’t look at who he is, a reporter! When the identity is revealed, no one is in awe of him, otherwise negative reports will kill you and make it difficult for you to be a human being.

Even if there are some people who are hard-working, they will still obey if they catch their little handle. If they don’t know how to show off, they will directly ruin you!

He has been familiar with these routines for a long time.

This person is just a slut. You can't show him a good look, you have to scare him. You will give in if you are scared!

The kidnapper is awesome? He was so scared by him that he gave in!

To put it nicely, it is to "give you a chance", but it is actually just to give up.

"Tell me quickly, what chance?" Wang Yong's tone became relaxed.

He expected that this kid would not dare to make any difficult requests to him.

"As long as you can ask Li Xling's younger brother, Sun Xcheng's wife, and Zhang Xwen's wife to forgive you, I will stop the countdown of the bomb." Ye Chen said: "You already have the first two mobile phone numbers, and the other will be sent to you after the call is over. Next, it depends on your own performance."

Wang Yong was stunned for a moment, then a hint of shame and anger flashed across his face.

"You are fooling me, right? Why do I want them to forgive me? Even if I want them to forgive me, now he will have ten minutes to do it! You are so damn bad, don't want to live anymore, right? You have to take me to bury me with you! Okay, you have a genital! Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!" He said angrily.

Then he heard Ye Chen's tone on the other end of the phone: "That's your business. If you can't ask them to forgive you, you will die. As for whether I will die, that's not what you should worry about."

Then the phone was hung up.

Wang cursed in the cage bravely.

"I don't believe this evil. I can't get through 110, and I can't get through other phone calls? I'll call 119, 120, 114. If I really can't, please call the mayor's hotline!"

He muttered and pressed on his phone.

But all are restricted from being allocated.

Even if you just make a random number and call, that's the same.
Chapter completed!