The story of what happened has basically been clarified. My son paid to commit murder and hurt others, but in the end he probably didn't want to pay, or he didn't have that much money to pay, so he was screwed. It's as simple as that.
Liu Yuanshan and his wife first went to the Seven Days Chain store next to the train station. After a little inquiry, they found that the 501 rent payment had already been paid. They only needed to hand over their ID cards to move in. This professional attitude made Liu Yuanshan and his wife even more unsure. .
Both of them are doing regular business and dealing with people in the society. They must be very intelligent, but when it comes to dealing with people who are a little bit shady, they don't have that much experience.
They entered the room first, without considering whether the room was bugged, put down their luggage, and started discussing.
"...What should we do? Wait until they come to us."
Mother Liu asked.
"Is there any other way?" Liu Yuanshan sat on the bed. In a state of exhaustion and nervousness, he had to open his laptop, check the company's dedicated mailbox, and give a concise reply.
"Bang,."
Liu's mother rushed up like a madman, grabbed Liu Yuanshan's computer, pulled his neck and shouted: "How long has it been, can you have some humanity, and still mess with your crappy email?"
"If I didn't work hard to make money, why would you pay a ransom of five million? For a son like this, he would have been dead 800 times already. Do you understand?" Liu Yuanshan was also extremely excited and extremely emotional. He stood up immediately and threw the computer on the ground with a clang.
"...He...no matter how bad he is, he is still your son..."
Mother Liu was about to cry again.
"Pfft."
Liu Yuanshan sat down on the bed, frowned and said: "These people are not ordinary people in society. I calculated the time. From the time something happened to the time you received the amputated finger, there was only more than a day. They must have It is not a regular express delivery, and it is impossible to fly. This shows that their social circle is very wide. They not only have friends in Chongqing, but also have circles in Beijing. Also, they have guns, which tells us that they have a lot of fun. Da,, and up to now, they are not in a hurry to find us, which shows that their economic conditions are very good, at least they are not short of money, you understand."
Father Liu's analysis made sense, but after hearing this, Mother Liu became even more confused and said urgently: "No, let's report the crime."
"No, you can't report the crime," Liu's father replied firmly.
"...They are not short of money, and they are obviously not good at talking. What if they get anxious and they don't want the money and tear up the ticket? And even if they give the money, if they ask for more, we still won't give it. Here," Mother Liu said with her thoughts jumping and her mood very unstable.
"I guess such a gang would not do such a thing." Liu's father still insisted not to report the crime.
"...That's our son. Can you use an estimate? It's better to report the case. It's safer to report the case. You can make a few calls to the contacts in Beijing and ask them to communicate with the local government. This will make it faster." Liu's mother said. Keep nagging.
"What nonsense? You are confused. Your son was taken away because he had no money to pay for the murder. How do you want me to tell the relationship with Beijing?" Liu Yuanshan asked speechlessly.
"How long has it been and you still want to save face?"
"This is fucking illegal, what does it have to do with whether I want to save face or not?" Liu Yuanshan replied, immediately losing interest in the conversation, and then walked towards the bathroom.
…
On the other side, in a business hotel in Chongqing, a twenty-seven-year-old young man was chatting with friends in his suite, and then the phone rang.
"Hey, Brother Hong."
"Say." The young man named Brother Hong answered the phone and replied succinctly.
"That boy's parents have been living in a seven-day chain." The other party returned.
"Well, I understand. Brother Hong is resting. I'll tell him tomorrow and you can go about your business." Brother Hong returned casually.
"Okay, then I understand."
After saying that, the two hung up the phone, and Brother Hong continued chatting with his friends without taking the matter seriously at all.
At around ten o'clock the next day, Hong's eldest brother was still awake. He entered the room and took a quick look, but did not dare to scream. He returned to the room and went back to sleep.
The attitude of this group of people directly determined Liu's mother's continued mental disorder.
…
One night passed, it was almost noon, and the other party still hadn't contacted her. Mother Liu, who had stayed up all night, started to talk again. Liu Yuanshan was upset. Liu Mingming was her son, and he was also his son. It was just two people expressing their feelings. The method was different. He was very unwilling to listen to Liu's mother, so he found an excuse to buy breakfast and left the hotel directly.
It didn't matter if she left. Mother Liu's mind suddenly became more vivid.
They haven't contacted me yet. Have they already voted against Liu Mingming and can't ask for money?
Mother Liu kept thinking about this possibility, and the more she thought about it, the more scared she became. Finally, her head got hot and she dialed 110 directly.
She is not a stupid person, but she is definitely a good mother. Caring about this thing can easily make people lose their mind.
After reporting the crime, the police station in the jurisdiction rushed over in droves. The moment the car parked downstairs of the Seven Days Hotel, it meant that everything had developed for the worst.
…
Liu Yuanshan wandered around downstairs, bought some food, and returned to the hotel in a daze. As soon as he reached the fifth floor, he saw two policemen standing at the door.
There was a bang in his head and the food in his hand fell instantly.
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The other end.
Brother Hong had just fallen asleep when the phone rang.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Brother Hong, the other party reported the crime."
The person on the other end of the phone said.
"flap,."
Brother Hong sat up instantly, frowned and asked, "Report the crime."
"Well, I've reported the crime." The other party repeated.
"I'll get back to you in five minutes."
Brother Hong replied, then put on his pajamas, opened the door and walked out.
Two minutes later, Brother Hong came to BOSS's room and gave it a gentle push. BOSS opened his eyes in a daze, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Liu Mingming reported the crime to his family." Brother Hong bent down and replied.
"Which Liu Mingming?" BOSS touched Zhongliang's head, took a sip of water, and asked in confusion.
"That's the one who came to us to do something and didn't have any money to give."
Brother Hong replied.
"Oh, him."
BOSS thought for a while and had some impression in his mind. After thinking for only a second, he turned over, yawned, closed his eyes and said, "I don't want the money anymore, let's deal with it."
"Okay, I understand."
"Go ahead and let me sleep some more."
…
Within five minutes, Brother Hong replied to the person on the other end of the phone.
"I don't want the money anymore, let's deal with it."
"clear."
The other party heard Brother Hong's words clearly and spoke immediately.
…
Inside the Seven Days Hotel.
"How long has it been missing? Did you bring the severed finger? Has it been identified? Are you sure it belongs to your son?" the policeman from the police station asked quickly.
"I still……."
"Bang."
Just as Liu's mother was about to answer, Liu Yuanshan rushed over, grabbed her, and then turned to the police and said: "My son passed away two years ago, and my wife is suffering from delusional disorder. She is not very good at thinking..."
The policeman was stunned for a moment, and Liu’s mother was also stunned for a moment.