"A sense of familiarity?"
Zhou Ning and Mr. Zhao both paused. Liu Yongxin rarely spoke, but when he did, he had his own opinions. He felt something familiar—could it be they had encountered a similar case before?
Liu Yongxin nodded emphatically.
"There was a case in Qidong in the year 2000 where a businessman's child was kidnapped. The businessman was in the fireworks trade, earning a substantial sum every New Year. His toddler, just over two years old, was abducted, and the ransom demanded was precisely the amount he could afford. They, too, sent one of the child's fingers."
"We all thought it must have been an inside job, so after a thorough investigation, we noticed a young worker under his employ as a suspect. Just as we were about to place him under surveillance, the kid realized and attempted to flee during the sting operation. He was shot dead on the spot, and the kidnapped child was found in a wardrobe in that house, though the ransom was never recovered. Could it be..."
