Say.

Dong Pengfei walked into the room and looked around, but found no son Dong Biao.

But on the sofa, I saw an unknown thing with blood.

then.

Go up and open, see.

The cloth was opened.

Below the cloth, a purple arms lying quietly, blood dripping.

"hiss!"

Dong Pengfei was taken aback.

Later.

He shook his head and mocked himself.

"This Dong Biao will not be a prank, want to scare yourself!"

"But this item looks really like it, almost the same as it is!"

Dong Pengfei has never thought about it. This arm is real, "Hey! It's a little child."

He took a paper towel and picked up the broken arm and wanted to throw it into the trash.

"I'm going, don't say, just like it, there is still a slight temperature."

"Well!"

The broken arm was thrown into the trash can, and the cloth was opened by him, and half hung on the side of the trash can.

He picked up the cloth again with his hand.

"Um?"

"What is this, it seems to have a note."

Dong Pengfei's model blurred a note with a handwriting and blood full of blood.

At first he didn't care.

But intuition told him that the handwriting seemed to be familiar, but I couldn't remember it.

Simply.

Dong Pengfei pulled out the note.

Spread on the coffee table.

However, when the note is completely spread on the coffee table.

Two special words.

Suddenly in Dong Pengfei's eyes.

"No!"

"impossible!"

Dong Pengfei was refused, shaking his head.

Because he saw his son's name.

The meaning on the note is obvious. Dong Biao bet with people. If you lose, then take the initiative to break his arms.

This paper strip should be the word based on the gambling.

"No! Absolutely impossible!"

Dong Pengfei has no clue, anxiously like an ant on a hot pot.

He immediately recovered his arm from the trash.

There is no special birthmark of the entire arm, scars or something.

There is only a thick cocoon on the fist.

Usually people's fists should not appear cocoon.

And people with cocoons on their fists are the most likely is the boxer or the person who often punches.

Dong Pengfei's heart was a strong anxiety, and it was scattered.

Son's handwriting!

Exactly like his son's arm!

The son is gone, and the mobile phone is not brought!

His blood pressure soared, his eyes were dark, and he almost fell without any sign.

Dong Pengfei held his fist tightly and did not dare to imagine it.

"Impossible! Definitely not a son's."

"Son!" Dong Pengfei rushed out of the room and came to the front desk of the hotel.

He yelled at the waiter crazy, "Quick, I want to check the monitor, my son is missing."

"hurry up!"

The waiter at the front desk was just a little girl. When she saw Dong Pengfei's blood -like eyes, she was mad expression, and she was scared to be scared.

"Mr. ... Mr. ..."

"What do you say, hurry up and check me, why are the people in Room 888 disappeared?"

The waiter was afraid of Dong Pengfei's excessive behavior, agreed, "Okay! Please wait."

The waiter opened the monitoring of the corresponding floor and asked Dong Pengfei to check it himself.

soon.

Dong Pengfei saw a waiter knocking on his son's door. When his son came out, he fainted his son, and finally took his son away.

What!

The son was caught!

So, is this broken arm really a son?

If it wasn't for this video, there was still a trace of thought in his heart.

After watching this video, he was almost sure that his son was abducted by strangers. His arm was used to warn himself.

However, in Hangzhou, there is no one else except the Bailian Group.

Is it the last time that I hit my son last time?

It shouldn't be!

The son has been recuperating at home in the past two days without provoking each other.

If the other party really wants to be cruel, why not do it on the day?

Dong Pengfei analyzed such an analysis, and came to a conclusion.

It is not that ink that grabbing his son, but another person.

Will it be from the Bai Group?

I started with them, and then they looked for their son.

It looks like this logic is very good.

"Ding Dong!"

A strange number, send a text message.

The text message wrote: Your son is in my hands, wants to save his life, stop you, otherwise you wake up tomorrow and see your son's body.

"boom!"

Dong Pengfei's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and quickly dialed over, but the phone was turned off.

"Son! Son! Don't be okay."

Let me stop in my hands. It seems that the other party is a person in the Bai Group, otherwise it will not do so!

Use my son's life to stab me!

Damn!

Dong Pengfei didn't think about it. He made two calls. The first was to call the backbone, cancel the mission tomorrow, and let the villagers retreat.

The second call is to call the people of the provincial capital and let them bring someone to Hangzhou.

After the call.

He murmured, "Bai's Group, you will die!"

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