The American police are very efficient. Fifteen minutes after calling the police, two police cars arrived at the hospital and conducted an investigation.
The conclusion was drawn. The mother and son disappeared at 1 o'clock in the evening last night. There were three suspects, but none of their physical features were photographed. Only a Toyota nanny car and a Cadillac were recorded leaving the hospital parking lot after the incident.
This piece of information was of some value, but it soon became a piece of useless information. Both cars were abandoned on the side of the road in the suburbs of Washington, and there were no clues in the car.
A day of investigation passed, and there was no progress in the case. Su Ho's parents turned their heads in worry.
Two days later, Beijing.
Xiang Que and Chen Dong had been living a life of indulgence for ten days.
"It's too ****, if this continues, I will fall." Xiang Que rubbed his aching head. He drank too much wine last night and still hadn't sobered up in the morning. He sighed faintly and said, "I can't do that today.
I’m busy, let’s cultivate ourselves.”
Chen Dong grunted and said: "Brother-in-law, we have to go our separate ways. I am going back to Tangshan. The Queen Mother has given me an order. I must go home before tomorrow. What are you going to do?"
After Xiang Que thought about it for a while, before he could figure out what he was going to do, the phone rang suddenly.
Looking at an unfamiliar but confusing name on the phone screen, he pressed the answer button in surprise.
"Xiang Que" heard the voice of Zhang Yan, the hostess of the club on the 100th floor of China World Trade Center Phase 3.
"Ah, hello, Sister Yan," Xiang Que asked in surprise, "You're looking for me?"
"Well, someone sent you something and it was sent to me."
Xiang Que asked in confusion: "Did the things you sent me arrive at your place?"
"Yes...sent from the United States"
"Okay, let me go over and have a look. I happen to be in the capital right now." Xiang Que hung up the phone in confusion. Inexplicably, he did know someone in the United States, Situ Shengyun or the vampire prince, and Wang Kunlun.
He is still in the United States and has not left, but if anything happens to these three people, they will call him directly instead of sending anything mysteriously.
"Send me to China World Trade Center Phase 3." Although Xiang Que was surprised, he still had to go and take a look.
An hour later, Chen Dong drove Xiang Que to the China World Trade Center Phase 3, and he returned to Tangshan. Xiang Que got on the elevator and came to the club on the 100th floor.
"Mr. Xiang?" When the front desk lady saw Xiang Que coming, she greeted her politely and said, "Mr. Zhang is waiting for you in the office. You can just go and rescue him."
"Thank you" Xiang Que put his hands in his pockets and entered Zhang Yan's office.
In the office, Zhang Yan personally made a cup of tea for Xiang Que and then pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down, the things I sent you are on the table."
Xiang Que took the tea cup and sat on the sofa. There was a document bag on the table in front of the sofa, with English on the top and Chinese on the bottom.
"This courier was sent from Washington. It arrived in the morning. It was your name, but the address is mine." Zhang Yan crossed her arms and leaned on the desk and said, "Actually, I'm quite curious too.
Yes, you know that you and I know very few people, and there are actually very few people who can send you express delivery in this way."
Zhang Yan glanced at the ground, glanced at Xiang Que, frowned and said, "Li Yan!"
"Yes, only he knows that you and I know each other."
Xiang Que was stunned for a moment while holding the express, because Li Yan had already died in his own hands, and his soul was gone. How could someone who died so clearly send anything to him?
"If you don't understand, just take it apart and take a look." Seeing Xiang Que in a daze, Zhang Yan reminded him softly.
Xiang Que tore open the express delivery, reached out and touched inside, and when his hand came out, there was a photo and a piece of paper.
The content of the photo is very simple, a newborn baby.
"Boom" When Xiang Que saw the baby in the photo, he just glanced at it, and there was a loud bang in his head, as if he was struck by a thunderbolt on the head.
Time goes back to the night when Su Ho and the child disappeared.
After leaving the hospital, the Cadillac and Toyota nanny cars drove to the suburbs of Washington. Around early in the morning, the cars arrived at a remote house. Suho and someone were carrying him on his back. The child was carried into the house. A burly man lowered his head.
He walked ahead with an expressionless face, opened the door, walked straight to the innermost room, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in" came a voice with a hoarse voice and rather blunt Mandarin.
The burly man reached out and pushed open the door. After the door was opened, a smelly wind suddenly came out of the room, and the person who blew it could not help but frown.
"Send the women and children in, don't look at the things you shouldn't see, and don't ask the questions you shouldn't ask. Do you understand?"
"knew"
After entering the room, it was dark inside and filled with a pungent and unpleasant smell. The whole room was blocked by thick curtains, and you couldn't see your fingers. Only at the moment when the door was opened, the light coming from outside made people feel...
Vaguely, he noticed a figure sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room.
Su Ho and the child were brought into the house and placed directly on the ground. The burly man followed and looked down at the people on the ground and said, "Master, you already know who the father of this child is. What do you think..."
Can Xiang Que defeat your trick?"
The figure sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly burst into laughter. He said in a hoarse voice: "Gujing Temple, I know that Xiang Que can't break it, and his disciples can't break it either. This is not something that has a high level of cultivation."
The problem is that my method has no solution at all...even I can't solve it."
"Then Master Lao will take action." The burly man bent down and saluted the person on the ground.
"Go out." The man sitting cross-legged on the ground waved his hand.
After the door was closed with a bang, the room became dark again.
The person sitting on the ground took out a white ceramic jar from behind. When the seal of the jar was opened, the pungent fishy smell in the room became more obvious and unbearable, but the person sitting on the ground was quite
Take a deep breath of enjoyment.
Then, he tapped the edge of the ceramic jar gently and rhythmically with his fingers. After a few minutes, a "gurgling, gurgling" sound began to come out of the jar, as if the water was boiling.
The man put his hand into the jar and stirred it. When he pulled his hand out again, it was covered with green viscous liquid. The man took one hand over the baby who was babbling with his eyes open.
He took off her clothes and smeared all the sticky liquid on the child's body with his hands.
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