Facts have proved that Mr. Liang did not go to replenish the goods, but to seek after-sales service.

Li Ming and Vice President Li have a good relationship. They are also very familiar with the guards of the orphanage and the cleaners. They enter and exit here just like their own home. He makes full use of the conditions and installs a wiretap and camera in the VIP room. Although the VIP room comes and cleans every day, the cleaner only cares that the surface is clean and will never turn over the sofa and wipe it, nor will he pry the router open to check. The camera is hidden in the router, and the power supply and network transmission problems are solved together.

Mr. Liang sat on the sofa, maintaining dignity. The one responsible for the noise was Mrs. Meng. Her wife was surnamed Meng. She was twenty years younger than Mr. Liang, but she was over sixty years old. She was emotional and spoke like a machine gun. With the voice of a professional soprano, no one could resist it.

"What did you say back then? Why didn't you admit it now? We gave it 300 million, so why did this happen? I promised you what we did." Sister Meng asked one after another, and Vice President Li, who was responsible for the reception, smiled.

"Sister, we can't blame us for this. The child has his own independent thinking and we can't control him remotely. You said right? I'll say 300 million yuan. I didn't give us that money. We took you five million in total. This is the donation sponsored by you and your husband."

Sister Meng said: "I don't care. I want my son now. What you promised is for me this year."

Vice President Li said: "Then you go to them, we only provide children here."

Sister Meng said: "You are a family, so of course I will look for your account. If I buy a refrigerator, it is not easy to use, I will definitely go to the store and the platform. It is impossible for me, a consumer, to find a refrigerator manufacturer."

Vice President Li seemed to be confused and thought for a while and said, "My elder sister went abroad to visit and was not at home. Otherwise, I will take you to the dormitory to see which one you chose and take it away."

It would be fine if I didn’t say this, but when I mentioned it, Sister Meng became even more angry: “I have another eighteen years, right? How many eighteen years can I have in my life? How many eighteen years can I have in my age and Mr. Liang’s body!”

Liang Laogan coughed: "Xiao Meng."

Sister Meng hummed angrily, but her tone no longer increased.

Mr. Liang finally spoke: "We are not here to find the back account. We always have to give a solution to the matter, right? The things you promised must be fulfilled. I know you have this ability."

Vice President Li nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes, yes."

Sister Meng said, "We can't go to the Consumer Association for this matter. We have accepted the 300 million yuan. We only ask our son to come back."

In Beijing, thousands of miles away, the monitors were confused. Sister Meng kept saying that she would give my son back. For eighteen years, she didn't mean Liang Weihan. Could it be that the son in front of her? Someone promised 300 million to resurrect their son. To be honest, this price is not expensive. Human life is really worthless. In troubled times, life is like grass, but more often than not, life is priceless for relatives. It is worth it to exchange for any precious thing.

The old couple of Liang and his wife are deeply in love. Taking out 300 million yuan is not considered bankrupt for them, and they are doing their best. Of course, they will not just be for prolonging their lives. It is indeed very likely to exchange for their dead son.

"Stay." Lao Miao slapped his thigh. For the criminal police, the most feared thing is that there is no direction to solve the problem. Now there is a breakthrough, which is the old couple of Liang. All mysteries can be opened from these two people. However, the case has been closed. Lao Miao is just an ordinary policeman. His social status is very different from that of Liang. It is impossible to summon him, so he can only think of other ways.

"I'm afraid the people will take action." Lao Miao said, slantingly at Liu Kunlun, who understood and immediately started to make arrangements.

...

Mr. Liang and Sister Meng were angry at the orphanage, rejected Vice President Li's banquet and returned to Jinjiang overnight. After all, Pingchuan is a county-level city with poor accommodation conditions and poor diet. It is safer to return to the provincial capital city.

They were riding in a pure electric business car, hired by a student from Mr. Liang. The driver was on standby around the clock. It was dark early in winter, and it was already evening after leaving Pingchuan. Fortunately, this section of the road is not far away and the expressway is smooth. You can get there in an hour.

At night, there were more trucks on the road to the night, so the speed was not up. The driver was concentrating along the way. The two old men sat in comfortable seats and napped. There was a service area in the middle. Mr. Liang had a bad prostate and needed to go to the bathroom frequently. He parked in the service area to rest. Mr. Liang went to the bathroom himself. After a long time, he didn't come out. Sister Meng was impatient. Suddenly, someone came out inside and said that an old man fainted. Sister Meng rushed in in a hurry. She felt her waist and eyes numb and her personnel were lost.

When the two woke up again, they found themselves tied to a chair with a black hood covering their heads, but they could feel the air leaking everywhere. Mr. Liang was frightened. Although he was wearing military uniforms, he was only from a art troupe and had never fought a war and had blood. He was not very brave. Sister Meng was more courageous and shouted twice, but no one paid attention to them.

After a while, someone finally came. It was two men who whispered in a Hirakawa accent and discussed something.

"Chop and feed the dogs. Lao Liu's family has more than a dozen wolf dogs. They can eat them cleanly, and there is no bone residue left."

"It's better to use sulfate, it's fine, and nothing can be found. Dogs eat shit, what should I do if DNA is found in the shit?"

Mr. Liang understood that he wanted to silence his mouth. He shivered and warmed down, and he urinated. He usually stood in front of the urinal and couldn't hold it out, but now he urinated quickly.

Sister Meng said tremblingly: "Don't kill, don't kill, we will give you money, you can do as much as you want."

"We have professional ethics. If we take advantage of others, we have to help them eliminate disasters. I'm sorry, two of you." said one person.

"Auntie, it's not that we are cruel. There are indeed difficulties. My child got leukemia last year. I promised me that I would take care of you and give me a new son. So you two should bear it. It won't hurt, it will be fine in a while." Another person said.

Sister Meng said anxiously: "You have been cheated by someone, they have no ability at all. We have been cheated by them and cheated a lot of money. My son died twenty years ago. They said there is a way to preserve his soul and keep it at home every day. Just wait for the prosthetic body to grow to the same age and put it in. That's all a lie. Is your child the same? Make an adult bone bowl to hold his own soul? Don't believe it. We just came to make an argument. They are anxious to buy murderers. Brother, you let us go, I'll give you money, give you five million, and everything is enough..."

"Why should I believe you?"

"I was a member of the Shura Society in 2008. How can this be fake?"

"What are Shura's doing?"

"It's a club, and the members are all celebrities from all walks of life..." In order to prove the authenticity, Sister Meng said the names of several members. Indeed, each name is very important, and is all top figures in the political, military, business and art circles. However, even though Sister Meng was in danger, she knew very well. The names she said were all bigwigs sentenced by double-regulation. She did not mention any of them in office.

"Young man, don't make you feel regretful forever." Mr. Liang recovered and persuaded him.

"Tell me what's going on. When I'm happy, I might let you go." The murderer's position seemed to be loosened.

The couple said a long time, and they asked almost the same question. The two killers looked at each other, nodded, loosened the two of them, and took them out for a while, saying that it was just here, counting to a hundred and then taking off their hoods. If you dare to take them in advance, I will shoot you to death.

The two nodded like pounding garlic, counted to 100 and took off their hoods, and found that they were in the open space behind the gas station in the service area, supporting each other to the service area and asking the staff to call the police.

The driver had called the police. Mr. Liang's students were on the way. Mr. Liang and Sister Meng were wearing blankets and holding hot tea, and were still scared. Then they realized that they shouldn't call the police. This matter was probably not done by an orphanage. Giving them the courage to do so, nor would it be that Shura would do it, because they would not be so amateur. No matter who it is, it should not be promoted.

The criminal police arrived at the scene, but Mr. Liang changed his mind and said that he was lost. Although the criminal police were puzzled, they could not force it. After all, no one died or injured, but they were just missing for an hour.

Mr. Liang returned to Jinjiang and was still in shock. He stayed in the hotel for one day and took the train back to Beijing the next morning.

When he returned to his home in Beijing, Mr. Liang sat on the recliner and looked at his son on the antique shelf in habit, but found that the bowl was missing.

In an instant, Mr. Liang bounced up from the recliner and said tremblingly: "Xiao Meng, Xiao Meng!"

When the wife heard this, she ran over and saw that Mr. Liang was covering her chest and was about to get sick. She quickly took quick-acting heart-saving pills for him. After taking the medicine, she recovered. Mr. Liang pointed to Bogujia and said, "Son, my son is gone."

This time it was Sister Meng's turn to take the quick-acting heart-saving pill. The couple felt that the sky had collapsed and they had never been so desperate when they were kidnapped in the service area. Their son's body had already died twenty years ago, and now his soul was gone. Then all the efforts over the years were wasted? What's the point of living? No matter how long they lived, it would only last the pain longer.

Old Liang burst into tears and said, "Xiao Meng, our son is gone."

After Liang Weihan jumped off the building, both of them were very rational and not too sad. After all, the adopted one was adopted, and this was a prosthetic body prepared for their own son, so they deliberately kept a distance from their adopted son. Liang Weihan has always been a nanny and lived in school since kindergarten. He lived in elementary, junior, high school and high school. He occasionally spent his rest days in various tutoring classes. The more quality the child is, the more obedient and well-behaved the couple will feel uncomfortable. Why is his own son so naughty? They have been waiting for eighteen years, but the prosthetic body suicide. Three hundred million was wasted. This despair is not something ordinary people cannot understand.

"Medicine, medicine." said Mr. Liang.

Sister Meng went to get the quick-acting heart-saving pill.

"It's that medicine."

Sister Meng hurriedly went to the bedroom bedside table to get a bottle of medicine and took a capsule. Old Liang took it into his mouth, took a sip of water, and raised his neck to regain his rosy face.

Three hundred million is not a waste of money, and the special medicines supplied every year can be worth a lot.

Mr. Liang not only calmed down, but also became keen on his mind: "Look at whether other things have been lost?"

Sister Meng checked the famous paintings at home, her own jewelry, Liang's precious Hasselbla camera and some lenses. The only thing that is missing is this Gabala bowl.
Chapter completed!