After the police and fire teams arrived, they immediately began rescuing people. Before this, Qin Feng and He Muqing had successfully saved four individuals from among the rubble of construction materials. Emergency vehicles from nearby hospitals rushed in continuously. Additional police officers set up a perimeter at a distance of 300 meters, restricting access to anyone except rescue personnel. The confirmed number of fatalities at the scene was five—those who were seated closest to the explosion's epicenter. Three were killed instantly by the blast. One died from severe bleeding due to a major artery severed by shattered glass. Another was thrown by the shockwave and struck against the stair railing several meters away, where the iron railing pierced through his chest. The seriously injured were transported to emergency vehicles first, while those with minor injuries and able to walk moved to the roadside to await the arrival of the next ambulance. The first arriving police officers secured the area around the restaurant. The team leader received a phone call, and immediately his face turned pale: "Got it. I'm going to arrest people right away!" After hanging up, he waved his hand: "You guys—go take that man and woman into custody!" "Wait," the others found it hard to believe, since those two had been continuously helping the injured—something everyone could see. The team leader lowered his voice: "They might be terrorists—the explosion was probably their doing!" The others suddenly understood and quickly moved over. "Please cooperate with our officers," the leading police officer said, at the same time having his two colleagues produce handcuffs. "What do you mean?" asked He Liang. Although she had anticipated such a situation, being silent and simply taken into custody without a word wasn't her style—nor was it something Qin, the young gentleman, ever did. "The police suspect you're involved in this explosion. Please cooperate with our investigation," the officer said, adding, "If you're innocent, we promise to clear your name!" Qin Feng coldly replied, "Why are we being suspected? If we caused the explosion, why didn't we flee the scene immediately, but instead wait for you to come and arrest us?" The officer said, "We received reports from the public. Right now, we haven't confirmed that you caused the explosion—what we're asking is for you to return and assist us with the investigation. That's still our position: if it's not you, we'll restore your innocence." He Liang looked at Qin Feng and said, "You were right—what we're doing is actually designed to help them meet their investigation demands, or to employ other measures!" "Of course, we're cooperating with the police officers—we're good citizens, after all," Qin, the young gentleman, said with a cheerful smile. Since everything unfolded exactly as he had anticipated, there was nothing to fear. Isn't it just a trip to the police station? I used to be a regular there. After all this time, finally making it to Beijing, not wanting to experience the differences between this city's police force and that of Plain City—wouldn't that be a pity? The police officer frowned and corrected, "We're not some old-fashioned 'police uncles' at all. We're only a few years older than you. Please don't call us that!" Wow, these days even police officers know how to be cute. Qin, the young man, blinked and said, "I'm 18 this year. How about you?" The others fell silent—each of them in their thirties, now feeling awkward about revealing their age in front of someone so young. The two didn't rush to introduce themselves. Instead, they willingly put on handcuffs and were escorted onto a police vehicle, speeding off toward the nearest precinct. Soon, they were separated and placed in different interrogation rooms. Fifteen minutes later, two officers entered Qin's interrogation room, carrying a stack of photos and a tablet computer. "What's your name?" the officer asked. "Qin Feng!" "How old are you?" the officer asked. "Twenty!" "Occupation." Each visitor had to answer these questions. "Undergraduate student at the university in Plain City, Zhongyuan Province, currently in his second year." Qin, the young man, answered smoothly and cooperatively. "The police said firmly, 'Your car blew up—how could you not know why? Our crime scene investigators concluded that the explosive charge weighed at least fifty kilograms of high-grade dynamite. Wasn't it someone else who placed the bomb on your vehicle?' 'Exactly,' he replied with a smile, 'the bomb must have been placed by someone else. I'm the victim—you should go find the person who installed it right away!' The police said coldly, 'Sorry, we've reviewed the surveillance footage from the nearby stores. Since your car arrived there, no one approached it, and no one entered to place the bomb inside.' 'Then it must have been placed before we arrived at the restaurant. Have you done any investigation on that?' he began to stall, 'After all, the bomb wasn't installed by me, and it wasn't me who triggered the explosion. You need to thoroughly investigate!' In another interrogation room, He Muqing was answering the same questions." Just like Qin Dashi, her explanation was that someone had planted a bomb on her car. When the police mentioned the surveillance footage and pointed out that it didn’t show this, she responded lazily, “That must have been planted before we reached the hotel. Have you done any investigation? Anyway, the bomb wasn’t installed by me, nor did I trigger it. You need to look into that properly!” The officer in charge of Qin Dashi could occasionally raise his voice, but these two simply couldn’t bear to shout at the beautiful woman. “Alright, then, tell us where your car has been parked.” One officer took out a pen to begin taking notes and went off to investigate the relevant locations. “It’s always been parked at the Military Commission Compound,” the beautiful woman replied. “Good, the Military Commission Compound—any other places?” the officer asked. “No, nothing else,” she said. “A couple of days ago, we were using a different vehicle. This one is the first time we’ve used it recently, and it’s always been parked at the Military Commission Compound.” "Alright, we'll send someone to investigate... the Military Commission compound, right?" The police suddenly lifted his head, gasping, "What did you just say? The Military Commission compound? Are you sure? The Military Commission compound!" A similar gasp echoed from outside, "What did you just say? The Military Commission compound!" Although Beijing is a city full of officials, the number of people who actually reside within the Military Commission compound is truly limited.