In the crack behind the door, I saw a bloody body, lying on its side in a pool of blood in the hallway of the villa, screaming ‖and moaning incessantly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was a man, his body was quite strong, full of wounds, and the coat he was wearing had been cut in many places with sharp weapons, and he was indescribably depressed and miserable.

The man was facing me on his back, and though the blood on his face had congealed between his neck and hair, I could quickly make out it. This person is the planner of the city TV station...... Wang Shuang?!

"Wang ...... Planning?" I asked in amazement as I looked at the man with a bloody face and a blurred face.

Hearing my call, Wang Jihua opened his eyes with difficulty, stretched out his bloody hand, which was full of wounds and had a broken finger, to me and said, "Help...... Save ......"

Planning Wang couldn't say the second word, so he fainted.

In a hurry, we immediately leaned over and dragged the sturdy Wang out from behind the wooden door of the villa......

...... Later, while giving first aid to Wang Jihua to stop the bleeding, we dialed 110, and after the police arrived, we learned about the tragic situation of Wang Jihua's family from the policeman's uncle.

According to the description of the police, the Wang planner's house is in a mess, and it is likely that he has been robbed and attacked by a vicious strategy......

That night, the four of us went back and forth between the police, the ambulance and the hospital, and it was not until the early hours of the morning that Wang's parents and relatives came, and everyone rested.

The matter has come to an end, I originally wanted to make a show to be famous, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing, and it was enough to memorize.

After that, everyone could have gone back after a night of high mental tension, exhaustion and physical overdraft.

Therefore, we didn't go back that night, and we simply squinted in the chairs in the aisle of the hospital, wanting to recover first, and wait until the morning, and eat early.

But then I found out that it was a bad idea.

Because it was very cold at night, and we were stimulated by such a sudden bloody event, no one could sleep soundly.

In the midst of that uneasiness, and I don't know what time it was in the morning, I suddenly heard someone crying in the corridor again, and I lost my sleepiness completely in my distraught.

Feeling bored, I sat up, put my pillow coat back on, and turned my head to look around.

Under the dim lights in the hospital corridor, the sound of people crying continued, but Zhao Shuihe and Cai Okra fell asleep like no one, and Zhao Haipeng was the only one who couldn't see him.

He couldn't sleep well when he thought about it.

Although I couldn't see anyone, I didn't panic, because I smelled the faint smell of tobacco in the air, and I already knew that this Zhao Haipeng probably couldn't stand this ghost-like cry, and ran somewhere to smoke his Beidaihe to relieve his boredom.

I'm not a smoker, but in such an anxious night, I really need a cigarette to comfort, so we instinctively stood up and followed the smell of smoke to the corner of the hospital corridor, wanting to ask Zhao Haipeng for a cigarette.

Walking, turning, probing, but when I saw Zhao Haipeng around the corner, I immediately felt a wave of surprise.

Because of the ...... of smoking, Someone else?

Around the corner, Zhao Haipeng was sitting with an old man, who was in a bad mental state, trembling all over, sobbing so much that even the cigarette roll in his hand seemed to be shaking.

Zhao Haipeng looked at my face around the corner, and then pointed at the old man and said, "Wang Ji's father!"

I nodded, and suddenly understood that it was none other than this old man who dared to cry like a ghost in the aisle. His son was cut and was in a bad mood, but he also took us to sleep.

Of course, I am also complaining in my heart, after all, at this juncture, we can't sprinkle salt on the old man's wound.

And in politeness, I also took the initiative to walk over, squatted down and took the old man's hand and said: "Old man Wang, the doctor has said that the wound on this Wang planner is not deep, and there is no danger to his life, it is estimated that he will wake up soon, don't worry too much." ”

Hearing this, the old man Wang, who was full of stubble, looked up at me with a burst of gratitude on his face, and then sighed at me and said, "Thank you for auspicious words, my son...... Woke up. ”

"Hey?!This is a good thing! Then why are you crying? Worried about your daughter-in-law?" I was surprised, and comforted: "This policeman has already cast a net to catch the murderer, and it is estimated that the suspect will be found immediately, and your daughter-in-law must have a whereabouts ......."

Wang's father sighed again when he heard this: "The suspect has also been found, and my daughter-in-law has also been found." ”

"Uh......" I was stunned, this time I was completely blindfolded.

This old man's son woke up, and the suspect was caught, so why is he still crying here? It's really incomprehensible.

However, just when I wanted to ask further about the reason, Zhao Haipeng, who was next to me, suddenly pulled me up.

While pushing me away from Old Man Wang, he winked at me and said, "Let the old man be quiet! You and I ...... go."

Subsequently, the somewhat neurotic old Zhao couldn't help but push me out of the old man's side.

The attitudes of Zhao Haipeng and Wang Shuang's father were weird enough to make me scratch my head, so I naturally said my questions to Zhao Haipeng under the "background music" of the old man's continuous crying.

On this side of the corner, as soon as I stood firm, I couldn't wait to ask Zhao Haipeng: "I said Lao Zhao, what's going on? Everyone is awake, why is the old man still crying?"

In this regard, Zhao Haipeng shook his head helplessly and said: "Do you know who the suspect who slashed Wang Shuang and took hostages?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't know who, who?"

"Hey!" Zhao Haipeng sighed, and then said: "It's Wang Shuang's ten-year-old son, Wang Ruifeng." ”

Zhao Haipeng's words made me not react for a long time, and when I reacted, I didn't believe it at all for a long time.

I can't believe it? This ten-year-old son cut off his father's flesh and blood, and kidnapped his own mother, I can't imagine such a bloody picture.

The most important thing is, what is he doing as a ten-year-old kid cutting his father and kidnapping his mother? There are too many old boys, or is he crazy about pocket money?

Completely incomprehensible, I hurriedly asked Zhao Haipeng: "Brother Zhao, tell me in detail, what's going on?"

Zhao Haipeng nodded, and took me to a place that Old Man Wang would never hear.

After that, he said to me: "When you were sleeping, I got up to relieve myself, and I met the policeman who was handling the case, and he was coming in to report to Wang who had just woken up, and to understand the ...... of the case."

Reporting the case overnight, except for very urgent situations, it is generally not like this, so Zhao Haipeng paid special attention, and squatted outside the special care ward planned by Wang Shuang, and carefully observed it through the glass window for a while. (To be continued.) )