Chapter 174 The clown appears!

The pianist's remarks once again put the studio in despair.

No one expected that the pianist who said the previous second that he did not want to hurt anyone would say such crazy words at this moment.

Kill thirty people in one hour?

What is this concept? It’s simply crazy massacre!

If the government cannot hand over the characters on the pianist list, then - they will be massacred by all pianists. No one will grow!

Many women couldn't help sobbing softly, for fear that the sound would be too loud and the cruel criminals would hear it and attack him.

Seeing that the scene became so unbearable, Song Ruyu also frowned slightly.

She couldn't make any decision on this matter. She couldn't even place it on the mayor.

Too serious.

Who dares to release the person with thirty death row prisoners or life imprisonment?

Once these thirty people are released, how much panic will it cause to society?

Song Ruyu took a deep breath of air conditioning, raised her eyes slightly and looked at the pianist: "Your request is too much. You know very well that the government cannot agree to you."

The pianist shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter. I said, I'm just here to excite it. If you don't let it go, I'll kill it. After the killing is over, I won't have any trump cards. Isn't it?"

What he said was extremely easy. The implication was obvious. When the hostages were killed, I would have nothing to threaten you. At that time, do you want to arrest me or hang me up and beat me?

But will Song Ruyu trust him easily?

Since this pianist dares to do something openly, can he be prepared without a backup plan?

Will he really - will he kill those hostages?

All of this is unknown. Song Ruyu didn't know, and the senior officials of the municipal government outside didn't know either.

But this is a big gamble that cannot be gambled. If you lose, the entire Baicheng City government will probably be reshuffled, and even trigger a tsunami in the political arena.

"There are fifty-eight minutes left." The pianist raised his wrist and handed Song Ruyu a cell phone. "Secretary Song, you can contact the outside world at any time. Whether it is to persuade the leader or inform the news, I don't care."

Song Ruyu frowned slightly, took the phone and walked straight to the side to contact the command center.

This time, Song Ruyu faced too great a problem. Even if her family is extremely powerful, she still cannot help her deal with this social crisis.

Even if this problem is placed in front of the central leadership, it is probably difficult to distinguish.

Release the death row prisoner?

It's absolutely impossible.

No authority will compromise with evil forces. This is no longer just a matter of face. It is principled.

But should the authorities give up nearly 300 hostages?

The government will lose its credibility and will be nailed to the pillar of shame!

Song Ruyu's arrival did not ease the situation, but instead led to the pianist's next plan.

Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

Although the hostages are not sure who the pianist wants the government to release, judging from Song Ruyu's expression, he should not be an ordinary person.

Many experienced hostages even guessed it.

What the pianist demanded that the government release—is prisoners, or even accomplices.

Han Qinghe looked at the terrified faces in the audience, and she could do nothing.

But at this moment, she suddenly wanted to do something. Just like she is an idol and a celebrity artist. In normal times, she has the ability to bring pleasure and enjoyment to the audience.

Now, she should do something more. Otherwise, why would she be loved by so many fans?

Most of the hostages present came for her Han Qinghe.

"I don't know what else can be done for everyone now." Han Qinghe picked up the microphone and walked slowly to the middle of the stage. "Maybe everyone doesn't want to listen to me or listen to my singing now. They just hope to leave here soon."

Han Qinghe smiled.

It was a rare smile, like an angel.

You know, even at her concert and press conference, Han Qinghe rarely smiles like this.

She is like a creative machine, writing songs and lyrics crazily. She is more like an iceberg that will not melt for a long time.

Few people saw her smile.

But tonight, she actually showed such a charming smile, an angel-like smile, which directly hit people's hearts.

"Why, I'll sing another song for everyone." Han Qinghe smiled slightly and said firmly. "If the government really can't help us, I voluntarily become the first hostages killed by kidnappers."

At least, she used her actual actions to save a hostage from the stage.

Retention in time.

Otherwise, as Han Qinghe's famous singer, he would definitely be treated with the kidnappers and, like Secretary Song, he would be regarded as the last trump card.

Her smile and her courageous and fearless spirit deeply shocked the fans of the studio. The onlookers who had already witnessed all this in the major squares.

"This is the fucking idol!" In the square, there were fans of Han Qinghe's eyes filled with tears. "I like her in vain!"

"Yes. There are a few stars who are not dirty and tiring, but also pay a sky-high performance fee. It is rare for them to be so fearless on such occasions, especially women."

"I just don't know what song she will sing. I hope the government will rescue these innocent hostages as soon as possible." Someone said with distress.

Most of the hostages are young boys and girls. The average age is no more than 30 years old. But they are all the future of the motherland. If you really want to be murdered on the live broadcast, how serious social panic will it cause?

"Band teacher. Can I accompany me?" Han Qinghe turned around slightly. As her singer-song party before, she asked the band members politely.

"Of course." A middle-aged guitarist picked up the guitar. "It's an honor to be able to work with Miss Han. You are the greatest singer I have ever worked with. I hope you will have the opportunity to work with you in the future."

Han Qinghe smiled slightly and sat on the barrest stool prepared for her before.

The song is a classic old song "Blessings".

Han Qinghe never covers the songs. Even if he doesn't sing, he will not perform other people's songs.

Today, she made an exception to sing a song that suits this situation and is about to comfort her.

"Friends, I will always bless you.

Don't ask, don't say it.

Everything is in vain.

At this moment, we snuggled up with the candlelight and let us pass by quietly.

Don't wave, don't look back.

When I sing this song.

I am afraid that tears will fall gently.

May my smile always remain in my heart.

Accompany you through every spring, summer, autumn and winter..."

The melodious melody and the warm lyrics were perfectly interpreted by Han Qinghe's perfect voice. All fans were shocked by her emotional performance.

Even the people watching the live broadcast in the square couldn't help but hum.

Who said she was proud and withdrawn?

Who said she was arrogant?

Who said she is the hardest big star to deal with?

Who said—

She is just an upright, kind, brave, fearless woman.

She is not afraid of power, nor is she afraid of life and death.

She just lives a different life than the common people, but not being sociable means that she has a bad character and has no emotional intelligence?

Her name is Han Qinghe, a woman who dreams of becoming an artist.

Slap sex.

Suddenly, a harsh applause sounded from the entrance of the studio.

There was only a hoarse and low voice heard: "Listen to Miss Han's perfect singing, I couldn't help but want to show off my talents."

Standing at the door of the studio was a man wearing a black tights and his face was covered by an exaggerated clown mask.

Judging from his body shape, he is very thin.

But the dark eyes hidden behind the clown's mask were shining with splendor.

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Chapter completed!