In the police tent, the atmosphere was charged with tension. Detective Jun sat hunched over a cluster of monitors, sweat forming on his furrowed brow. His team of tech experts scurried around the tent, their fingers dancing across keyboards, desperately trying to trace the location of the elusive phone.
The mayor and his wife, Mrs. Qing, watched with bated breath, their faces etched with worry. Mr. Qing gently rubbed his wife's shoulder, offering what little comfort he could in this nerve-wracking moment.
Detective Jun's voice broke through the tense air as he barked orders to his team, "Come on, people! We need to find that phone! The mayor's daughter's life depends on it!"
The tech experts furiously typed away, but frustration grew as their efforts yielded no results. One of them chimed in, "Detective, they must be using some kind of encryption. We can't trace the location."
