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"Fuck, you still want to slander my son, I tell you, there is no way, I want you to pay for my son's life and blood." Jian Jun roared angrily.

But the other two bastards immediately spoke up: "We're not lying, your son really hired us. By the way, I still have the recording on my phone, and it's in my pocket."

A policeman stepped forward, took out his mobile phone, dug out the recording, and clicked on it on the spot. A voice came from inside, which was Jian Teng's.

"As long as you act out this play well with me, after the event is completed, the benefits will be indispensable to you."

"At that time, I will have 1000 million in my hand, and I will take out 100 million as your hard work. How about it, this job of making money is much easier than what you did before."

The entire room was very quiet, only the voice in the recording echoed. The policemen present had different expressions, and one of the police officers looked at Jian Teng.

"Mr. Jian, is this... is your son's voice?" After all, they didn't know Jian Teng either.

Jian Jun didn't respond, he just stood there in a daze, his voice was not clear to others, could he not recognize him as an old man, it was his Jian Teng's voice.

He might never have imagined that this so-called kidnapping turned out to have such a layer of truth. Jian Jun's heart at the moment was full of mixed feelings and extremely complicated.

If it was normal, if he knew that Jian Teng dared to lie to him like this and calculated his money, he would definitely be very angry, and would definitely teach that brat a lesson, and even drive him out of the house.

But now, his son is dead and everyone is gone, and it doesn't help that he is angry and angry.

For a while, Jian Jun couldn't tell whether he was more sad or angry. At the same time, there was also a feeling of embarrassment and embarrassment.

Isn't it just lost?

Really being torn to death by the kidnappers, and being counted to death because of one's own stupidity, the two results are the same, but the meanings are completely different.

He didn't need to say anything, his expression had already told other people that this voice was Jian Teng's voice, these policemen couldn't help but looked at each other, they really didn't know what to say.

This is really the most bizarre murder case they have taken over this year. They all felt a little sympathetic to Jian Jun, and they were tricked by their son, but the son is gone, hey.

According to his age, although he is not very old, it can also be said that a white-haired person gives a black-haired person.

Next, Jian Jun didn't make any noise like before, he seemed to have lost his soul, and followed the police very quietly to leave.

The history of this murder case is clear at a glance. The witnesses and physical evidence are all there. There is no need to continue the trial. The case can be closed directly. The police station helped to contact the funeral home.

With Jian Jun's consent, the funeral home took Jian Teng away, and he followed.

In Nuo Da's hall, Jian Teng's ST has been cleaned and placed on the iron frame bed next to him, covered with a white cloth, and will be sent to the coffin soon.

Jian Jun called Hong Huiting.

"Husband, is that you? What about A Teng, have you rescued your son? If your son is with you, let him answer the phone."

He said lightly, "I'm at XXX funeral home, come over here."

Hong Huiting suspected that she had heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just come here." He hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Hong Huiting pinched her phone, her face full of surprise and uncertainty, funeral parlor?Why go there?Could it be...

No, it won't, it's definitely not like this, it must be something else, that's right, Hong Huiting's heart is beating violently, her face is tense, and her heart can't restrain the panic.

She came very quickly, arrived in about twenty minutes, saw Jian Jun sitting in the hall at a glance, and ran over immediately.

"What are you doing here? Where is my son? Where is my son?"

As soon as Hong Huiting came in, she saw an iron frame bed covered with a white cloth, which obviously looked like a person was lying on it. At this moment, her face was pale, her hands were tightly squeezed, and her whole body couldn't help being stiff.

But as if she didn't see it, she tugged on Jian Teng's sleeve, fixed her eyes on him, and asked with difficulty.

Jian Teng closed his eyes, stretched out his hand and slowly pointed to the iron bed beside him.

With a bang, when the scene she least expected to happen in her heart was confirmed, Hong Huiting's whole brain was stunned.

She was shaking violently, grabbed his hand even harder, looked away, as if she didn't see the direction he was pointing, and smiled with an ugly face.

"Husband, what are you talking about? Where is our son? Has he gone to play somewhere again? This kid has been fond of playing since he was a child, but he is still the same when he grows up. He doesn't listen to me no matter how many times I tell him."

"This is not a good place. Let's go back and go home. My son may already be waiting for us at home. He must have been shocked this time. I want to make soup for him to nourish his body."

Hong Huiting whispered to herself alone.

Jian Jun looked at her, wiped his face fiercely, and sighed: "ST will be sealed soon, you should go and see him, see him for the last time."

In one sentence, all Hong Huiting's murmurs were blocked.

She bit her lip, as if she was about to bite blood, and finally looked at the iron frame bed, took a step back, staggered, and slowly moved over there.

Hong Huiting stretched out her hand tremblingly, with her eyes wide open, she pinched a corner of the white cloth, her fingertips turned white, as if she had used all her strength to slowly open it.

When Jian Teng's pale face was revealed, she finally couldn't help it, her whole body went limp, and she fell to her knees with a bang, tears welling in her eyes, and her emotions collapsed instantly.

"A Teng, my son..." The mournful cry echoed throughout the hall.

Hong Huiting cried for a long time, looked at Jian Jun suddenly, turned around and almost crawled over, her eyes were bloodshot, and she stared at Jian Teng ferociously.

"Who? Who killed my son? Are they the kidnappers?"

"Why? Didn't you bring money to redeem him? Why, my A Teng will end up like this, why is that?"

Jian Jun felt irritable and uncomfortable in his heart, and it was even more headache when he was howled by her. He waved her away impatiently: "Okay, don't cry, do you know what your good son has done?"

"He wasn't kidnapped at all, it was all fake. He found someone to act with, and wanted to cheat 1000 million from me. As a result, those people he found became selfish, quarreled, and were killed by mistake."

"I, I feel ashamed to say it. How could I have such a thing in my whole life." He gritted his teeth.

Hong Huiting stared at him blankly, and after finally digesting what he said, she looked at him and pointed at him with overwhelming hatred in her heart.