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On the afternoon of August 23rd, most of the detectives were wrapping up their work. The leaders of the Jingzhong City Public Security Bureau had not anticipated that even in the event of a homicide, there would be a full mobilization of both criminal and traffic police. In just a few short hours, the entire Jingzhong City was thrown into chaos.
It was merely a kidnapping case, yet it involved so many departments, especially following the recent multi-car accident at the intersection. The media was probing for information from the police, and within just a few hours, they had received dozens of calls. Fortunately, no one had lost their life in this accident, which was a small mercy amidst the misfortune.
The detectives heading to Baohua Road returned empty-handed. The positioning range of Guan Deng could pinpoint a location within a ten-meter diameter circle, but it remained a challenging task. This area was a shopping mall bustling with people, and countless individuals were making phone calls. Moreover, after the murderer made the call, they had turned off their phone, leaving the detectives with no leads.
Meanwhile, the detectives at Morning Dew Street also returned without success. They did manage to locate the source of a mobile signal on Morning Dew Street; however, when they rushed into the house, they found it completely empty except for two mobile phones. One phone had dialed Ding Derun's number, while the other had called a long string of random digits.
The kidnapper was clever; by using two phones, they could divert some of the police's resources. Through these two devices, the kidnapper could remotely control Ding Derun from anywhere while the police searched throughout the city for the phone that was in contact with him, unaware that it was also communicating with another phone.
As the detectives from both locations made their way back to the City Bureau, they were joined by Jiang He and Xu Yiman, who had just finished examining the body.
Upon receiving Jiang He's notification about the location, Xu Yiman quickly arrived at the scene. Through her observations, she easily determined that this was an injury from a car accident.
After conducting an autopsy, Xu Yiman confirmed her initial assessment.
From an overall examination of the body, it was evident that there were severe fractures, primarily open fractures. The tibia in one leg had been shattered, indicating immense force upon impact. At zero kilometers per hour, a person's tibia would fracture; at forty kilometers per hour, it would result in serious breaks. Xu Yiman couldn't fathom what kind of person would drive at such high speeds in an urban area.
This was already dangerously over the speed limit and punishable by imprisonment.
After being struck down, this person's pelvis and ribs impacted against the car's windshield; their pubic bone was fractured, eight ribs on the left side were broken while five on the right side were also fractured. Three of those broken ribs pierced through muscle tissue and protruded outside of the body; others penetrated into vital organs—lungs, spleen, liver, and kidneys—all suffered bleeding. Fragments from five broken ribs on the right side punctured into the stomach, causing gastric fluid to spill out.
If one were to describe it, this person's abdomen had nearly turned into pulp; blood and bodily fluids mixed together could truly be described as mangled.
In addition to typical impact injuries, an examination of this person's brain revealed severe deceleration brain injury.
Jiang He was unfamiliar with such injuries; Xu Yiman had to explain it to him.
Being struck by a high-speed vehicle propelled this person through the air rapidly; however, when they landed on the ground, their head came to an abrupt stop upon contact with the surface while their brain continued moving at high speed due to inertia. This caused a violent collision between the brain and skull interior leading to severe brain damage.
Such catastrophic injuries occurred within mere seconds; under these circumstances, survival for more than ten seconds was nearly impossible.
The person had no identification to prove their identity. They possessed a mobile phone, but it was smashed, and the SIM card was nowhere to be found. At that moment, detectives were searching the scene.
Ding Derun was currently untraceable. After reviewing the surrounding surveillance footage, it was discovered that Ding Derun had gotten out of a vehicle on Shangde Road. The nearby traffic police and officers from the local precinct were investigating where Ding Derun had gone.
Old Shao was still at Kant's Home discussing matters with Pang Suzhang, but there had been a breakthrough on Wang Chao's end.
The kidnapper instructed Jiang He to scatter the forty thousand. The location chosen by the kidnapper was not random. Once Wang Chao understood the specific circumstances of the residents in the alley on Phoenix Road, he realized why the kidnapper wanted Jiang He to drop the money there.
This incident occurred three years ago when Ding Derun had already become a well-respected King of Scamming.
Ding Derun never believed in any code among thieves; stealing was stealing. Therefore, he never discriminated between rich and poor—if someone had money, he would take more; if they were broke, he would take less. Treating everyone equally was the principle of the King of Scamming, which explained why he could amass so much wealth.
Ding Derun set his sights on a Wuling Hongguang. This type of vehicle was quite cheap; sometimes a second-hand one could be bought for as little as ten thousand yuan. It was often used by businesses for transporting people and goods, making it a popular choice for many families. Any scammer would typically overlook such a car, but Ding Derun thought differently.
He stepped off the curb and then fell in front of the vehicle.
The van did not touch Ding Derun at all, yet he rolled on the ground as if in agony.
Ding Derun's outstanding acting skills deceived everyone around him, drawing a large crowd of onlookers. The driver quickly got out of the vehicle to help him up. Ding Derun tightly grasped the driver's hand and exclaimed, "You knocked me down! You knocked me down!"
The middle-aged man hurriedly tried to explain himself, but it was futile.
"If you didn't hit him, why are you helping him?" someone shouted.
"I saw you hit him!" another person chimed in.
"What exactly happened?" asked another confused bystander.
"Is this a scam?" someone else questioned skeptically.
But Ding Derun insisted that it was this middle-aged man who had struck him and immediately demanded thirty thousand yuan. However, the middle-aged man had no such money; he had even borrowed this vehicle. The reason he borrowed it was that he needed to deliver money—money that was crucial for his wife's life. After borrowing from various sources, he finally managed to gather enough for her surgery—fifty thousand yuan—which wasn’t much for most people.
But for a middle-aged man whose wife had been sick for years and whose family's savings had all been drained into medical expenses, that Fifty Thousand Yuan was truly a lifesaver.
He had already contacted the doctor about the surgery, and as soon as the funds were transferred, the operation could proceed.
With an excited heart, he felt happy. However, he never expected to encounter a scammer who immediately demanded thirty thousand. He explained to everyone that he hadn’t hit the man, but most refused to let him leave. He was anxious to send money to his wife; he was desperate to get her the treatment she needed.
But Ding Derun showed no signs of backing down. He lay on the ground, declaring that anyone who wanted to leave would have to run over him.
No matter how he tried to explain, the middle-aged man found that no one believed him.
Finally, he knelt on the ground and took out the fifty thousand. He told everyone that this was money meant to save his wife, who was waiting for surgery. He could no longer gather another fifty thousand. He had borrowed from all his friends and relatives.
Now he had neither friends nor relatives left.
“Please, I beg you.”
The man's head struck heavily against the ground, blood pouring from it.
At this moment, Ding Derun could not afford to back down. If he did, others would realize he was scamming them. As the King of Scamming, how could he allow himself to be defeated?
Feigning misery was Ding Derun's specialty, and this man was still too inexperienced to see through it.
Ding Derun wept bitterly as well; he had a brain-dead son in his thirties who couldn’t take care of himself, and his own partner was partially paralyzed and couldn’t even turn over. He was the sole support of his family, but now that he had been "hit," everything was collapsing around him.
Ding Derun sobbed uncontrollably.
One side covered in blood, the other streaked with tears.
The onlookers were watching the drama unfold.
Ding Derun noticed the middle-aged man's waist bag and swiftly yanked it open. The Fifty Thousand Yuan spilled onto the ground. To be honest, Ding Derun hadn’t anticipated such a result. Just then, a gust of wind blew through, scattering the Fifty Thousand Yuan everywhere like leaves in a storm.
Seeing the Fifty Thousand Yuan floating in the air, scattering everywhere, the bewildered onlookers finally sprang into action. Everyone was scrambling for the Fifty Thousand Yuan.
The scene reminded the middle-aged man of his childhood in the countryside, where children would follow behind a wedding car, waiting for the bride to toss coins. He had thought that was something only children did, but now he realized that everyone was just a child at heart; they had merely grown into adult bodies.
This scene also brought back memories of his visits to the zoo, where monkeys would leap up to snatch food thrown by visitors. The middle-aged man understood then why people often said humans evolved from monkeys; it seemed humanity still retained some of those primal instincts.
He kept bowing his head, hoping those people would return the money to him, but no one did.
It was the first time he had seen so much cash, a sight he would never forget. He was swept up in the crowd, trying to reclaim his money, but in the end, he only managed to grab three or four thousand Yuan; the rest had been taken by bystanders. He remembered that scamming old man, but Ding Derun had long since vanished into the chaos.
In the end, he never gathered enough for fifty thousand; his wife never underwent surgery again.
His wife died in the spring of the third year.
Today was the second time he had seen money flying through the air.
More than that year, higher and more sorrowful.
He picked up forty thousand all by himself, but what good was that?
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