Liu Mengbai is like a ghost, since the strange express package sent to Shui Bingyu, it has evaporated from the world.

The "Comfort Club" also disappeared without a trace, and those members who paid high membership fees could only consider themselves unlucky, because even if the police issued a wanted warrant and gathered a large number of people, they could not find Liu Mengbai's trace.

Before you know it, the Spring Festival is coming, and every household in Kyoto is in full swing to prepare for the arrival of the New Year.

Almost everyone loves the Spring Festival, who wouldn't want to go back to their home after a year of wandering, eat the small dishes made by their parents, and talk to their parents about their experience of going out?

However, it is true that there is at least one person who does not like the Spring Festival, and that person is Shui Bingyu, because everyone else has a home, but she has no home, no relatives around her, and she has always been alone.

"This year, I came to duty during the Spring Festival, and I didn't go home for the holiday. Meng Xingchen was afraid that Shui Bingyu would be alone for the festival and said to her.

"Team Meng, you don't have to worry about me, it doesn't matter if I don't have the New Year. You haven't been home for the Spring Festival for two years, so let's go home and have a look this year!" Shui Bingyu said.

Meng Xingchen said sincerely: "I mean seriously, I really won't go back this year, stay on duty." ”

"Then aren't you going home to see your parents? Don't you want to see them again?" Shui Bingyu said with concern.

"My mother died a long time ago. Meng Xingchen said in a low voice.

"Oh, that's right, why don't you go home and see your father?" asked Shui Bingyu with concern.

"I don't want to. Meng Xingchen said coldly.

Shui Bingyu didn't know about Meng Xingchen's family affairs before, but looking at his attitude, it seemed that his relationship with his father was very cold.

"What happened between you when father and son had an overnight feud? I see that your father has a very cold attitude. Shui Bingyu said curiously.

"Okay, I don't want to talk about this topic, so it's decided, I'll stay here for the Spring Festival this year and be on duty with you. Meng Xingchen said decisively.

Early the next morning, Shui Bingyu saw Meng Xingchen with dark circles under his eyes and a solemn expression, looking like something important had happened.

"Team Meng, has something happened?" Shui Bingyu poured a cup of coffee and approached Meng Xingchen's office and handed it to him and asked.

"It's fine. Meng Xingchen said sharply.

"It's okay, then why do you have dark circles under your eyes and a solemn face? Don't forget, I'm specialized in studying human psychology, don't try to hide anything from me!" Shui Bingyu continued.

Meng Xingchen glanced at Shui Bingyu, knowing that he couldn't hide her, so he took out his mobile phone and clicked on a text message to show Shui Bingyu.

This text message reads: "Young Master, I am Lao Zhang, because you always don't answer the phone call at home, I have no choice but to send you this message to inform you, the master is dying, just last night, suddenly lost consciousness, the doctor is now trying his best to rescue, but the chance is already very slim." The lord has been thinking about you, uncle, you come back to see the lord, no matter how much you hate, but you are the son of the lord after all, so I hope you can come back to see the lord for the last time. Come back soon!"

"Young Master, Team Meng, what exactly does your family do?" Shui Bingyu asked in surprise.

"Have you ever heard of the Greenland Group?" Meng Xingchen asked.

"Is Greenland Group the famous real estate development group in Fujian?" asked Shui Bingyu with wide-eyed surprise.

"What is my family's property, it has nothing to do with me!" Meng Xingchen said coldly.

This is tantamount to acquiescence, he, Meng Xingchen, the captain of the criminal investigation team of the Kyoto City Police Department, turned out to be the prince of the "Greenland Group"!

If you don't have an heir with hundreds of millions of assets, you have to be a policeman who is hard and dangerous, and you are worried about losing your life at any time, this kind of Meng Xingchen really makes Shui Bingyu reacquaint!

After thinking for a moment, Shui Bingyu sighed lightly with a solemn face: "Team Meng, you better go back, maybe you have a problem with your father, you don't want to see him, but I promise that if you don't go back this time, you will definitely regret it in the future." ”

"Do you really think I should go back?" Meng Xingchen looked at Shui Bingyu, he hoped that Shui Bingyu could strengthen his belief, because he was really confused now.

Shui Bingyu nodded and said that Meng Xingchen should go back, she didn't explain again, she had already said the answer again.

Meng Xingchen stood up, walked back and forth in the office a few times, and said, "You're right, I have to go back, I'll go buy a plane ticket now." I'll leave the matter of the holiday team to you, I'll go back and take a look, and I'll be back in two or three days. ”

"Don't worry! I'm in charge of the team! It's rare for you to go home, stay a few more days, and don't have to come back in such a hurry. Shui Bingyu said to him with a smile.

After everything was ready, Meng Xingchen got on the plane back to Fuzhou.

Meng Xingchen looked indifferently at the clouds outside the window, many things that had happened before kept flashing in front of him, and every picture was enough to make his heart twist.

Meng Xingchen closed his eyes and tried to forget those things, how his father was looking for a lover outside, how he forced his mother to death! He wanted to see his father for the last time in the best state, as a son, not as an enemy.

The plane landed quickly, in fact, it was not so fast, but Meng Xingchen felt fast, maybe because he didn't want to see his father so soon, so he felt that time passed quickly.

After walking out of the airport, he looked around, he was looking for his housekeeper Lao Zhang, who he had already contacted before he came.

"Young Master, you're finally back. In the distance came an old man with white hair and a straight suit.

This old man is Lao Zhang, in this Meng family, Meng Xingchen is the most trusted person.

For so many years, Meng Xingchen's father Meng Yuansheng has been busy with work and rarely goes home, and her mother committed suicide when he was 10 years old.

Seeing Lao Zhang, Meng Xingchen couldn't help but burst into tears, and he hurriedly said, "Uncle Zhang, are you okay lately?"

Lao Zhang was also excited, he said: "Young Master Xie cares, I'm fine, but Master is not very good." ”

"Hey, where is he? I'm going to see him. Meng Xingchen sighed lightly.

"Alright then, I'll drive you. Lao Zhang said.

The car soon drove to the First Central Hospital of Fuzhou City, which is the best hospital in Fuzhou City's modernization, and its medical skills and environment are the No.1 in Fuzhou Hospital.

Meng Xingchen walked to the inpatient department and just wanted to go to his father's ward, but was stopped by a nurse at the nurse's desk.

The nurse said impatiently, "Sir, which ward are you going to? ”

Meng Xingchen said: "I'm going to Meng Yuansheng's ward. ”

As soon as she heard Meng Yuansheng's name, the nurse's face changed greatly, and she said cautiously: "You can't go to this patient's ward." ”

Meng Xingchen hurriedly said, "Why can't you?"

"The patient's family said that no outsiders should be allowed to go to the patient's ward unless they gave permission. The nurse replied solemnly.

"Which family member of the patient said that?" Meng Xingchen asked stiffly.

"The patient's wife and his son!" replied the nurse.

As soon as he heard the nurse mention these two mothers and sons, Meng Xingchen's eyes flashed in front of Meng Xingchen's eyes the hateful face of the woman who forced his mother to death and her narrow-minded, sinister and cunning son.

"Can't even the patient's son go in?" Meng Xingchen said with an angry expression.

"The patient's son?" I have seen the patient's son, who are you?" asked the nurse, puzzled.

"I'm the patient's eldest son! Do you know how many sons the patient has? Do you want me to take out the household registration book and ID card and show you?" Meng Xingchen said, took out the work card in his pocket and showed it to the nurse.

The nurse looked at the work card with wide eyes, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were Meng Yuansheng's eldest son, I always thought that he only had that son! ”

Meng Xingchen didn't even say thank you, and hurriedly walked towards the intensive care unit.

Standing outside the door of the No. 2 intensive care unit, Meng Xingchen put his hand on the doorknob, but did not open the door of the ward for a long time.

He was hesitating, he was entangled, he was a criminal investigation captain, he had never hesitated and entangled so much in the face of dangerous situations, and now he didn't have the strength to open this door.

After a moment of silence, Meng Xingchen took a deep breath, he still had to face it, and he finally opened the door of the ward.

In the intensive care room, there is only one hospital bed, and on the bed lies an old man with gray hair and a haggard face.

Looking at such a lifeless and energetic man, it is hard for you to imagine that he is Meng Yuansheng, a powerful man in the real estate industry! The disease has destroyed this man, who was originally only in his 50s and in the prime of life, but now he looks like an old man in his last years.

At this time, Meng Yuansheng closed his eyes tightly and lay peacefully on the hospital bed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Meng Xingchen suddenly felt strange why there was no one in the ward to take care of him, not even a nurse.

But Meng Xingchen didn't think about it, he only cared about Meng Yuansheng's condition in his heart now, no matter what, he was also his biological father.

He silently walked to Meng Yuansheng's bedside and said softly, "Dad, I'm back." ”

He wasn't sure if Meng Yuansheng could hear it, he looked at Meng Yuansheng's already old face, and couldn't help but have a sour nose.

He looked at Meng Yuansheng quietly, and called "Dad" in his ear again.

After waiting for a few minutes, Meng Yuansheng still didn't move.

Meng Xingchen felt that the more he looked at it, the more wrong it became, and the more he looked at it, the more scared he became.

Meng Yuansheng's face did not have a trace of blood, and his lips opened slightly. This is not a face that a living person should have at all, and he hurriedly reached into the quilt to touch Meng Yuansheng's hand.

Meng Yuansheng's hands were cold, the cold touch was like the cold air from the Yellow Spring, and Meng Xingchen's heart was half cold.

According to Meng Xingchen's judgment, judging from the stiffness of the corpse, Meng Yuansheng should have been dead for two or three hours.

At this time, Meng Xingchen discovered a strange thing again, there was an electrocardiogram instrument next to the bed, but this instrument was not turned on.

Didn't anyone in the hospital know that Meng Yuansheng was dead? What were the doctors and nurses doing?

Meng Xingchen couldn't help but be angry, he turned around and wanted to go out and call the doctor. The moment he turned around, his hand inadvertently touched the lily on the bedside table of the hospital bed.

The lily fell to the ground, and along with the lily fell to the ground, there was a syringe hidden inside the lily.

That's right, it's the kind of medical syringe.

Why is there this hidden in the flower? Why is Meng Yuansheng's body still here when he is dead? Why is there no one here to take care of it? Why is the electrocardiogram machine not turned on?

The more Meng Xingchen thought about it, the more wrong it became, and the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became.

Meng Xingchen was fully aware at this moment that he had been framed by someone, and the current situation was very unfavorable to him, he had to leave here first, and then think of countermeasures.

So, he quietly left the room.