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Foreword

A child is happy to talk nonsense. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info tasted grazing in the mountains, and shouted: "The wolf is coming." "People are in a hurry. Tong said: "Play." The crowd sighed. On a different day, it was called again, and everyone looked at it as before. Suddenly, one day, the wolf fruit came, and the child shouted. All suspicious children's plays, none of them go. The child lost his sheep and returned in mourning. The crowd said: "Don't you eat you? ”

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"You've never tasted being bullied, have you? ……”

"You have a good family and spend money generously, how can you be bullied? Today, it's time for you to try ......."

"Since neither the school nor the law can sanction you, then, I'll ...... it"

Xia Bing's eyes widened in horror, he wanted to hide, but his hands and feet were tied, where could he hide? He wanted to shout, but his mouth was stuffed with a foul of foul-smelling rags, and he could only make a faint whining sound, like a mosquito.

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On April 3, Xia Hongwen received a letter.

The envelope was nested into a cylinder and stuffed into the doorknob of Xia Hongwen's house.

At first, he thought it was a small advertisement -- Xia Hongwen's newly bought house and new community the year before last, and there were decoration companies stuffing advertising leaflets at every turn.

The contents of the envelope made Xia Hongwen's heart tighten.

Er Xia Bing

send

Some bad thoughts are coming, what kind of rebellious child runs away from home, what trick can bad children use to ask their parents for money......

Xia Hongwen shook his head helplessly, he started from scratch, and now he runs a small foot-washing city alone, and his mind is very flexible in the business field.

If there is anything that gives Xia Hongwen a headache, it is this spoiled son Xia Bing.

He tore open the envelope, and the first thing that fell out was a photograph.

In the photo, Xia Bing is lying on the cement floor, his hands and feet tied, stuffed with something in his mouth, and a handful of snot and tears on his face.

There was a loud bang in Xia Hongwen's head.

The son was kidnapped!!

But after a few seconds, he calmed down again.

Not long ago, Xia Bing pretended to break his arm in order to get more pocket money.

He put a plaster cast on his arm in a fake way, and also got a fake case in the black clinic, Xia Hongwen's wife felt sorry for her son's injury, and boiled bone broth all day long, and gave thousands of pocket money.

If it weren't for the hospital that Xia Hongwen personally took Xia Bing to during the re-examination, Xia Bing would have been fooled by Xia Bing's concealment of Haiti.

With such a stubborn son, Xia Hongwen couldn't help it, so he was in a hurry to beat him at most.

Now that the kidnapping photos have been sent again, it won't be Xia Bing's old tricks, right?

After thinking about it like this, Xia Hongwen was not so anxious, but he calculated in his heart: Don't let the child know about this matter, otherwise it will be another crying and wiping tears and hitting the wall and hanging, women, nerves are sensitive.

Xia Hongwen took out the envelope again, and there was a piece of paper in the envelope.

Murder pays for life

There are only four words on the paper.

The words are ugly and handwritten.

Xia Hongwen walked into Xia Bing's room, wanting to find something like a homework book and compare the handwriting, but helplessly, his son didn't seem to have this kind of thing.

A third of the semester has passed, and the only textbook on the desk is still brand new, which shows that Xia Bing has never listened to the class at all.

The word "Xia Bing" is written on the cover of the textbook, and the last pinch of "Xia" is very long, and the word "Bing" is contained on it, and the two points of water of the word "Bing" are modified into the appearance of two knives, which shows that it took some thought to write the name.

This made Xia Hongwen angry again.

"! Lao Tzu spends money for you to go to school, what do you do every day?! ”

Xia Hongwen took out his mobile phone and called his son, he decided not to go to the foot washing city today, he wanted to find his son home and teach him a good lesson.

A shutdown reminder soon came from the earpiece.

"Little bunny! It's all your mother's thing! ”

Xia Hongwen decided again that when his wife came back in the afternoon, he would teach his wife a lesson first.

Xia Hongwen's wife went back to her mother's house in the countryside to go to the grave, left the day before yesterday, and came back this afternoon.

It was the last day of the Qingming holiday, and according to the usual practice, Xia Bing must have been in the field day and night, and it was normal to see no shadow at home. In Xia Hongwen's subconscious, there is no kidnapping at all, and his son is itchy again.

It is not good for children to have a cold and fever, most of them are pretended, and it is good to give them a beating.

The same applies to broken bones, running away from home, kidnapping, etc.

April 4, 10:30.

Xia Hongwen's wife Zhen Xue made an appointment to play mahjong, but when she was about to go out, she received a call from the head teacher.

Xia Bing didn't go to school!

Zhen Xue was angry.

As soon as I got home yesterday, my husband sent an evil fire, saying that she didn't take care of the child, the child will have an accident and commit a crime sooner or later, and she knows that she dotes on the child every day, Xia Bing wants the moon for you to pick it for him?

Zhen Xue didn't refute on the surface, but she was secretly thinking in her heart: You surnamed Xia are sick, I am just a son, who do I not spoil me?

Since marrying Xia Hongwen, Zhen Xue has deeply understood the spirit of Ah Q, and she has never refuted this man who does it at every turn, who makes him the economic pillar of this family.

However, for his words, Zhen Xue has always listened respectfully and seriously, and then, the left ear goes in and out of the right ear.

was scolded last night, and was intercepted by the head teacher's phone call outside the mahjong table early in the morning, Zhen Xue's mood was extremely bad.

But when it came to her precious son, she decided to go to school first.

Since Xia Bing entered school, Zhen Xue has become a frequent visitor to the school, and Xia Bing's homeroom teacher once secretly ridiculed her, saying that she had been in school longer than Xia Bing.

The words were ugly, but Zhen Xue could only endure it.

This time, the head teacher did not put a bad face on her, but was very anxious.

"Have you seen Xia Bing in the past two days?" The head teacher asked, walked out of the office, and motioned to Zhen Xueshang.

"I haven't been home for the past two days, so I haven't seen the child, what's wrong?"

The head teacher did not answer, and led the way in front with an ugly face.

It wasn't until the two of them came to a secluded place in front of the teaching and research building that the head teacher handed an envelope to Zhen Xue.

"This is what I found out this morning, and I haven't reported it to the school yet, so I think I should show it to your parents first to see if it's a prank or not."

Zhen Xue opened the envelope.

The contents of the envelope were exactly the same as those received by Xia Hongwen, a photo, a note, and the four words on the note were still the same: Murder pays for life.

Zhen Xue's hand holding the envelope was shaking, she was about to fry the pot on the spot, but she was doused by the head teacher's words.

"Whether you ask for the police or report it to the school, it's fine.

But what if it's just a child's prank? I remember that in order to take a long-term sick leave last semester, Xia Bing pretended to have a broken arm, and it is not without precedent for this kid to lie, you should understand.

In case it's a prank, and the matter gets bigger, it's not good for Xia Bing and the school's reputation, and your face as a parent will be dull, isn't it? ”

Zhen Xue hesitated a little.

But she glanced at the photo again, and Xia Bing's face full of snot and tears in the photo made her worry again.

"Call the police! If my son hurts a finger, your school won't be able to get out of it! ”