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Two days later, the day the old man's grandson was executed.

In the morning, I called the old man's business card.

After a busy tone, the call was connected.

"Hello." The old voice across came out.

"Is Yunhua Teng? We have found the prison where your grandson is located. We have also determined the place of execution. I want to ask you a question." I said.

"Please." The old man's voice was a little joyous.

"It's not a question. It should be said that we can tell you where you are being detained. But it must be after the death penalty is executed. We are afraid that this prince will be replaced by your civet cat. If it is a live prince, not a dead prince, if you really saved your grandson. It ’s not good to make us an accomplice, ”I said.

The old man smiled and said: "I can understand this, how about you call me after the death sentence is executed? I just want my grandson to be buried together. I hope you don't misunderstand me for other attempts. We all said that Okay, he should be punished for killing people. "

"Are you sure?" I said again, at this moment I actually hope that our speculations are wrong. Instead, I hope that the old man really wants to save his grandson, so I repeat.

"Okay, I probably know it's noon. You remember to call, here the account and money are ready for you to transfer money at any time."

"Okay." I hung up the phone.

The fat man posted and said, "How? Can the old man save his grandson?"

I nodded my head and said, "Yes, the old man really wants a dead grandson. Then the task can be performed. Before I actually had a hint of the old man may be a good person."

"Understood, but are we calling the police now? Or wait?" Said the fat man.

"The plan is for the thin man, you ask him." I said.

"I'll call the police over there, we will finish our business first," said the thin man.

"You discuss it, I'm ready." I lay down after I finished.

Fat and thin, one fat and one thin are not suitable for this plan. The plan fell on me, only I and Yunhuan were slightly similar.

I closed my eyes and the thin man graffitied on my face with cosmetics.

The fat man smiled and said, "Skinny, are you good?"

The thin man said proudly: "If you don't look at me as an interior design graduate, it's much easier to apply makeup than painting and CAD."

"How did I hear that you learned it because you often participated in the exhibition of COS women's clothing?" The fat man said with a smile.

"Don't beep with you, you're done." The thin man got up and picked up cosmetics

The fat man pushed me and said, "Let's talk about precautions."

I opened my eyes and looked at the fat man and said, "I remember it all."

The fat man threw a switchblade on me and said, "This one is holding himself."

"This? Is it necessary?" I said with my switchblade.

"Take it safer, and remember that I won't repeat it. Do you see if the phone is full? In case there is no electricity, it will be bad." The fat man said.

I turned on the phone and glanced at it: "63%, enough."

The fat man took out the charging treasure from the table and threw it on me, saying, "I'm going to pull the bag, it might get a little cold by then. Are you wearing underwear?"

"Wait, there is no underwear. Have you said this before?" I said anxiously.

The fat man shook his head and threw a whole bag of warm babies on me and said, "Okay, I really want to pull it on."

"Okay." I said, closing my eyes.

The fat man slowly pulled up the zipper of the body bag while I was in the bag.

I was picked up by the fat man and walked downstairs.

I also started my movement, and put the folding knife into my pocket.

The amount of movement in the body bag is very small, and all actions are a bit difficult to do.

Then I took out the power bank and found that the **** fat man didn't give me a data cable.

Helpless, I can only mute the phone and adjust the screen to the darkest.

At this time, I can feel that I was lifted to the back seat of the car, and then the car started to drive.

Some bumps, I began to regret the early request to enter the body bag.

I slowly closed my eyes waiting for the moment when I was loaded into the box.

Soon the car stopped and the fat man picked me up again and said, "Now at eleven o'clock, we have a watch."

"You have watched too many movies, and now mobile phones are connected to refresh time." I said helplessly.

The fat man hammered me in the buttocks with his right hand and said, "Just talk a lot."

I was carried into a room, and in the corpse bag, I didn't know everything around me.

I seem to have been placed on an iron shelf, and the fat man said again next to me: "I will push you away now and leave, remember the box number you are in is F-3. Remember what you are going to do Filming cannot be repeated. "

"Okay, I know." I said.

"The person who waits to carry you out may not be as gentle as me. Don't move." The fat man said.

"Nonsense." I said.

The fat man pushed on the door, knocked on the iron cover above me and said, "I ask for more happiness. Call us if you have any questions."

I just did n’t feel much outside. At this time, I was sent to the refrigerator in the morgue to know how cold it was.

At this moment, I began to regret why I didn't wear underwear.

Helpless, I tore a bag of warm baby in a small space. Fortunately, I had investigated in advance that the temperature of the refrigerator in this morgue was only 4 degrees, so the fat man was ready.

I probably ripped all the warm babies out of my clothes.

The temperature finally picked up but was still cold, especially if the face was not warmed, and the baby felt that his brain was almost frozen.

I glanced at the phone, at 11:20.

Tough, every minute is torment.

I finally looked forward to twelve o'clock. I couldn't bear to call the old man.

The moment I just broadcasted the phone, my heart was cold.

There is no signal in the entire cabinet, and we seem to have forgotten the most important things.

I pressed the phone vigorously to the gap in the lid of the refrigerator, and I saw a signal for a long time.

I called immediately.

"Why, can you tell me where I am? Your money is ready." The old man said immediately and seemed to wait for a long time on the phone.

"The crematorium in Phoenix Mountain Cemetery, the box number is F-3." I said tremblingly.

"Thank you, I will send someone the money right away. Why are you talking a little trembling?" Said the old man.

"The greedy cold shower is cold." I blurted out subconsciously.

The old man smiled and said: "Young people are better for their health, otherwise they will feel uncomfortable when they get older."

I hung up the phone, turned on the flight mode, and ignored it, thinking that the old man would quickly switch me out.

Waiting anxiously for another half an hour, I heard the hurried door opening and footsteps.

It seemed that someone had entered the morgue, and I heard the sound near me.

I immediately closed my eyes and pushed the warm baby down.

The cabinet was slowly pushed out, and there was a voice in my ear.

"Is this cabinet?"

"F-3 is right, do you want to open it to see if it is?"

"Go ahead."

"What a shameful thing."

"Good, then I'll come."

Seemingly two people, I heard the sound of the zipper opening.

Just opened it a little and was hurriedly closed, which relieved me.

"Look clearly. It's only a few seconds."

"Relax, it's the person in the picture if you see it clearly."

"Ok you carry him, I exchanged the body we gave him."

Then I was picked up and carried out.

In a few minutes, I was thrown into the trunk fiercely.

The car started to drive and the temperature began to pick up.

At this time, the warm baby started to heat up, making me want to cry without tears.

After holding the temperature for another half hour, the car stopped slowly.

A moment later the trunk was opened, and my hands were stretched out again to lift me up.

"It's strange, why is this body hot?"

"Your broken car should have been replaced. The trunk temperature is a bit normal. Don't think so much, it's important to change the money.

"Yes, this one is enough to change a good car."

I was carried for a few more minutes and seemed to be in a building.

After passing the elevator and entering the room, I was thinking so complicated that I was afraid that fat people and thin people could not find it here.

"We brought it."

"You can go, and the money will arrive immediately."

"Where do you put the body?"

"The bed over there."

I was carried to the bed, and I didn't know the voices of the two people communicating.

But after the person who sent me left, I was familiar with the voice of another person in the room.

"Can I start surgery now?"

"Okay, you go out." The old man's voice just came into my head, and I pressed the phone's recording.

"We will first locally anaesthetize you to check the degree of organ changes. Then, after removing the left lung from your donor's body, we will finish the donor and then perform a deep anesthesia replacement.

"Get started." The old man said with a smile.

"Dexmedetomidine, ondansetron, and dexamethasone are infused intravenously with saline ..."

These seem to be doctor's terms, it is estimated to be the process of anesthesia.

I was thinking that the evidence was sufficient at this time, and I didn't know when the police and fat and thin people could arrive.

The doctor seemed to be busy for a while and said, "Okay, the situation is very good. We are now going to harvest the donor organs. The nurse pays attention to the changes in the values ​​to remind me."

The doctor seemed to come to my bed, and I held my breath.

My left hand held the phone tightly, and my right hand was attached to the pocket knife in my pocket.

The zipper was slowly opened, and I immediately grasped the switchblade.

I closed my eyes tightly, and the zipper seemed to have stretched half of my body.

"It's strange, why are there so many warm babies?"

The doctor was talking, and I immediately opened my eyes.

"Ah." The doctor took a big step back in fright.

I straightened up immediately, and all six or seven people in front of me were doctors and nurses.

I picked up the power bank next to me and hit the nearest doctor.

"Who are you, what's wrong?" The doctor in front yelled.

I pulled out the switchblade and said, "Nothing is allowed to move. Move back. Stick it to the wall, whoever cuts it."

I put the phone on the bed and fully opened the switchblade.

At this time, the doctors and nurses all posted to the wall and raised their hands.

I turned to look at the old man on the bed, when the old man looked at me with wide eyes but didn't speak.

I sneered out of the body bag and then out of the bed, when a nurse rushed out of the door taking advantage of my mobility.

I can't stop this speed.

Helpless, I immediately ran to the old man's bed, and I just felt my feet numb when I stepped on the ground.

Almost without energy, he rushed his teeth to the old man's bed.

As soon as my front foot arrived, six bodyguards on the back foot rushed in.

Behind the bodyguard is the nurse who ran out.

I immediately put the switchblade across the old man's neck and said, "No one is allowed to move. I will kill him with every move."

This trick seems to work, and the bodyguards dare not move forward half a step.

The doctors and nurses started running towards the gate.

The old man said with difficulty: "You ... why ... it's you."

I heard the old man's voice seem to be unable to speak normally after being anesthetized. I sneered and said, "That's absolutely enough. I killed my grandson to transplant my lungs."

"I ... didn't hurt me ... grandson." The old man continued to say hard.

"No harm to your grandson, I will find it clear when you arrive. It is not enough for you to kill your son. This grandson is not brought here by you now. If it is not me now, you will not be with your grandson. Did you successfully change your lungs? Absolutely, without knowing it, "I said.

"Everything is my ... son, it's his fault." The old man said with difficulty, tears dripping down his eyes.

My arm covering the old man's neck was wet, and I relaxed from the tense atmosphere.

The old man cried this time, really cried.

"My grandson ... is filial, everything is my son's fault. He is a scumbag, grandson ... it was an accident. Two years ago, I was diagnosed with lung cancer, and I knew that I had difficulty matching. My son was suddenly willing to save me with his own lungs. He vowed at that time ... He promised to replace his chairman's seat with half of his lungs. Who knows him, he actually lied to me ... I lied to my grandson and changed my lungs, everything was to this **** son. "The old man's voice was a little angry, and the flow of tears did not stop.

At this moment, my whole body shivered and said, "Have you changed your lungs with your grandson?"

"My son is just ... an asshole. He used my grandson's lungs to replace his chairman's seat. Because the surgery was all ... He arranged it, and I didn't understand it until after the convalescence. But this It has been six months since he passed. During this half year, 40% of our company ’s assets and shares were transferred. And he lost 200 million, and my grandson because I lost half of my lungs ... in the hospital Keep quiet inside, "the old man said.

"You said that your son tricked your grandson to exchange half of your lungs for you, and your son relied on his lungs to change to the position of chairman and plunder your assets." I said that I was a little overwhelmed here, thinking about the circle of the rich It's really messy.

"I have no choice but to hire the secretary ... The plane killed his son. And forged the fact of his drug driving, but everything ... I missed my grandson. I hide his grandson and put his father Mom ’s death was on the truck driver ... who knew my grandson was so stupid, and he found it just after convalescence ... the truck driver went to take revenge. "The old man said that his voice began to tremble.

"So you can't control the situation, and the grandson has been sentenced to death. You think about replacing his other lung? What do you think is the difference between your behavior and what your son did?" I said.

"I don't want to, my son's grandson ... I'm going to die. Am I still alive? And my grandson stayed before going to revenge ... The letter wants to leave the organ to me, but the police ... don't recognize this "The old man said again.

"You still don't understand, the past life is the result of the next generation. Have you ever thought that it wouldn't happen if you planned to kill your son," I said.

"Are you asking for money? I'll give you ... your money. Give me my grandson ... I'll give you money. I can give you anything, I want my grandson's lungs." The old man's voice began to sound hysterical.

At this time, a large number of policemen poured in here, pressing all the bodyguards to the ground.

I shook my head and said with relief: "We have not found the place where your grandson will go. It is estimated that your grandson has been cremated. As for you, there are laws that will punish you. Three generations of your family, grandpa and son It is a fact that all grandchildren have broken the law. "

The old man's eyes were a bit dull, and even desperate.

Fat and thin men also rushed in and smiled like a victory sign.

I gathered the folding knife and picked up the phone on the other bed. The recording was saved, which is evidence that the old man admitted. This is also the first big case that our life-and-death tracing company has done. It is a proud case.

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