Dong Pengfei walked into the room and looked around, but could not find his son Dong Biao.
But on the sofa, I saw a bloody unknown object.
then.
Go up and open it and take a look.
The cloth was lifted.
Under the cloth, a purple arm lay quietly, dripping with blood.
"hiss!"
Dong Pengfei was startled.
Later.
He shook his head and said something mockingly to himself.
"This Dong Biao can't be a prank, he wants to scare himself!"
"But this prop really looks like it, almost the same as the real thing!"
Dong Pengfei never thought that this arm was real, "Hey! What a child who won't grow up."
He took the tissue, picked up the severed arm, and wanted to throw it into the trash can.
"I'll go, don't tell me, it's exactly the same as the real one, and there's even the slightest bit of warmth left."
"Boom!"
The broken arm was thrown into the trash can. He had opened the piece of cloth and half of it was hanging on the edge of the trash can.
He picked up the cloth again with his hands.
"Um?"
"What is this? There seems to be a note."
Dong Pengfei vaguely saw a note with handwriting and stained with blood.
At first he didn't care.
But his intuition told him that the handwriting seemed familiar, but he just couldn't remember it.
Simply.
Dong Pengfei pulled out the note.
Spread it out on the coffee table.
However, when the note was completely spread out on the coffee table.
Two particularly eye-catching words.
Suddenly it came into Dong Pengfei's eyes.
"No!"
"impossible!"
Dong Pengfei's whole body was rejecting and shaking his head.
Because he saw his son's name.
The meaning of the note was obvious: Dong Biao made a bet, and if he lost, he would take the initiative to cut off his arm.
This piece of paper should be a document made during the bet.
"No! Absolutely impossible!"
Dong Pengfei had no clue and was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
He immediately retrieved the arm from the trash can.
There are no special birthmarks, scars or anything like that on the entire arm.
Only his fists were thickly calloused.
Ordinary people should not have calluses on their fists.
People with calluses on their fists are most likely boxers or people who box regularly.
A strong uneasiness spread in Dong Pengfei's heart.
My son’s handwriting!
Looks exactly like my son’s arms!
My son is missing, and he doesn’t have his cell phone with him!
His blood pressure soared, his vision went dark, and he almost fell without warning.
Dong Pengfei clenched his fist tightly, unable to imagine any more.
"Impossible! It's definitely not my son's."
"Son!" Dong Pengfei rushed out of the room and came to the front desk of the hotel.
He yelled at the waiter like crazy, "Quick, I want to check the surveillance, my son is missing."
"hurry up!"
The front desk clerk was just a little girl. When she saw Dong Pengfei's blood-like eyes and crazy expression, she was suddenly frightened.
"First...sir..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Check the surveillance camera quickly. Why are the people in room 888 missing?"
The waiter was afraid that Dong Pengfei would do something drastic, so he agreed, "Okay! Please wait a moment."
The waiter turned on the monitor on 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 knocked him unconscious and finally took his son away.
What!
My son was taken away!
So, is this broken arm really the son’s?
If it weren't for this video, there would still be a trace of thought in his heart.
After watching this video, he was almost certain that his son was kidnapped by a stranger, and his arms were used to warn him.
However, in Hangcheng, except for the Bai Group, there is no one else to offend.
Could it be that it was Mr. Mo who beat his son last time?
Nor should it!
The son has been recuperating at home these two days and has not provoked the other party.
If the other party really wanted to be cruel, why didn't they do it that day?
Dong Pengfei made this analysis and came to a conclusion.
The person who kidnapped his son was not Mr. Mo, but someone else.
Could it be someone from the Bai Group?
I attacked them, and then they looked for my son to attack.
This logic seems to work.
"Ding dong!"
An unfamiliar number sent a text message.
The text message read: Your son is in my hands. I want to save his life. Stop what you are doing. Otherwise, when you wake up tomorrow, you will see your son’s body.
"boom!"
Dong Pengfei's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and he dialed quickly, only to find that the phone was turned off.
"Son! Son! Don't let anything happen to you."
Let me stop what I'm doing. It seems that the other party is from the Bai Group, otherwise I wouldn't do this!
Threaten me with my son's life!
Damn it!
Without thinking, Dong Pengfei made two calls. The first one was to the backbone, canceling tomorrow's mission and asking the villagers to retreat.
The second call was to someone in the provincial capital and asked him to bring someone to Hangzhou.
After making the call.
He murmured, "The Bai Group, you will definitely die!"