After much discussion, there was no good solution. The simplest way was to end the case as soon as possible. Before leaving, Rao Tiansong wanted to call his son to go back with him, but he didn't want Rao Xia to say that he would have a 'party' on the yacht.
It was not a big deal, so Rao Tiansong ignored it and hurried away with a few of his men.
He was very busy, at least a little bit, he had to deal with the matter of his two dead men.
At night, the yacht was very lively. Rao Xia called all the good friends over. Originally there were not so many people, but when it was said that two people died on the boat today, everyone became interested.
There are actually three more people than before.
At this age and in this family, all they pursue is excitement. If there is such an exciting thing, if you don't get involved, you will lose a lot of things to talk about.
A group of men and women, stimulated by dead people, alcohol, and drugs, became more and more excited.
"Let me tell you, I am very good at swimming. I can swim directly from here to Tsim Sha Tsui on the other side..."
After drinking too much, I couldn't control my mouth, and I had to take responsibility for the awesomeness I boasted. A group of people were playing around, and under the heckles of a group of ragged young ladies, they lifted Rao Xia and threw her from the yacht.
"How is it? Are you dead?"
"Fuck, just wait, I'll come up and kill you right away!"
"Oh ho, let's wait!"
"Let's drink beer!" A young man held a wine bottle and poured the liquid towards Rao Xia who was floating in the sea.
On the shore, in the corner, a sound of "click" sounded. Originally, an artist like Rao Xia was not famous, and there would be no paparazzi filming his private life. However, the scene during the day was too noisy.
It was the first time that someone died at an artist's fan meeting. As a result, a reporter wanted to spend the night to see what he could gain from this.
After a while, Rao Xia, who was supposed to climb up by himself, disappeared. I don’t know who discovered it first. Now, a group of confused young people woke up on the spot. A group of people surrounded the yacht and started shouting loudly.
.
"Hey, Rao Xia."
"Rao Xia, where have you been?"
"Stop playing, come out quickly,"
…
"Ring ring ring"
"Ring ring ring"
In the middle of the night, Rao Tiansong was awakened by the rapid ringing of the phone. He suddenly sat up from the boat. In the dark night, his eyes were like a hawk staring at the ringing phone.
Everyone who knew this phone call knew that he was not sleeping well. If it was not a big deal, no one would ever make this call.
Subconsciously swallowing, Rao Tiansong took a deep breath, endured the suffocation in his heart, and slowly answered the phone.
"Bang!" The phone slipped from Rao Tiansong's hand and fell on the bedside table.
"Hey, hey, Rao Sheng, are you listening..." A voice came from the phone. Rao Tiansong stood there blankly, his expression numb with fear and anger.
My son suddenly disappeared while having a party on the yacht. It has been several hours now and he cannot be found...
For some reason, he remembered his eldest son, who died in a car accident a few years ago.
Shivering hard, Rao Tiansong kicked the receiver hard, "Ahhhhhhhhh!!"
An hour later, Du Housheng, who hurried to the yacht, looked at Rao Tiansong, who had a distorted face. The small yacht had been searched countless times by Rao Tiansong's people, and no clues could be found at all. Those of Rao Xia's
Although all the friends and friends have sobered up, they all have no idea what to ask.
"What to do? You must know what to do. You have been involved in so many cases." Rao Tiansong shouted incoherently.
"Rao Sheng, please calm down first, it's useless for you to do this." Du Housheng raised his hand to signal, and then slowly said: "At least, I haven't seen Mr. Rao so far..., it doesn't mean that he must be...
..., it is very likely that he is missing."
"Yes, yes, he must be missing. Who did it?" Rao Tiansong stood up and kept smoking, "It must be the kidnapper, but why didn't you call me?"
"Could it be..." Rao Tiansong stood still and looked at Du Housheng with bloodshot eyes, "Could it be Wang Yaozu."
"Impossible!" Du Housheng shook his head in denial without hesitation, "He is a policeman and has no grievances against you. Even in the conflict yesterday, he won a great victory. There is absolutely no reason to do this."
Rao Tiansong also shook his head and kept pacing back and forth on the dock. Looking at his men who were blindly searching back and forth, Rao Tiansong shouted in a low voice: "Is there no other way?"
"Call the police!" Du Housheng said softly: "For this kind of thing, if you still don't receive a blackmail call from the kidnappers during the day, it's best to call the police. After all, the police are more professional and have more channels."
For the whole morning, Rao Tiansong just sat on the chair like this, staring at the two phones in front of him without saying a word. Du Housheng and a group of people just stayed with him quietly. No one dared to speak for fear of suffering an unreasonable disaster.
It wasn't until around two o'clock in the afternoon that Rao Tiansong suddenly stood up from his seat, his face full of uncontrollable mania. He reached out and was about to sweep everything off the table, but he stopped midway through the wave.
What if Big Brother breaks the kidnapper’s phone and can’t make calls!?
Turning his head and kicking the boss's chair, Rao Tiansong looked around and finally landed on Du Housheng, "Besides calling the police, what other options are there?"
Du Housheng frowned for a moment and said, "It's not impossible to do anything. Private detectives and information brokers often exchange information. They have the best information. We can only try to contact them."
"Then go quickly!" Rao Tiansong said loudly. He gave himself a timeline. If there was no news within 48 hours, he would have no choice but to call the police. He really didn't want to contact the police at this juncture.
Du Housheng stood up and walked out, quickly began to contact all the channels he could contact, and offered a large reward. All of a sudden, the private detectives and information dealers on the island started to move.
However, things turned out to be unexpectedly difficult. Rao Tiansong, who was exhausted physically and mentally from the past two days, finally showed up at the door of the Central District Police Station with Du Housheng.
In the small conference room, Wang Yaozu, who was sitting across from Rao Tiansong with several people, had a smile on his face, "Your son is missing? Wow, that's great!"
"Wang Yaozu, you!" Rao Tiansong was furious and stood up and stared at Wang Yaozu fiercely.
"What are you doing, bite me!" Wang Yaozu sneered, "Don't you know what you're doing? You've done so many things that hurt God and hurt your son. Isn't it normal to receive retribution? This is God's fault.
You are a model of discernment, how on earth do you expect me to sympathize with you!"
After being scolded by Wang Yaozu, Rao Tiansong clenched his fists tightly, with expressions of anger, annoyance, regret, fear, etc. mixed together on his face. For a moment, his mood was extremely complicated.