Rebirth 78 was replaced by a husband, the cold educated youth pulled the curtains every day

This end of the phone.

Song Lao Er widened his eyes, his face full of horror.

Song Lao Er heard everything the killer said in the room just now.

"Two million per person?"

After the sound of the door closing, the phone fell into complete silence.

Song Lao Er listened carefully for a long time, but did not hear any sound.

Then Song Lao Er mustered up his courage and shouted into the microphone, "Lao San! Lao San!"

But at this moment, Song Laosan, who was lying on the ground with blood all over the ground, could no longer answer his call.

Song Laoer, who was sitting on the sofa, felt his heart pounding. Although the gunshot was not loud, he still heard it.

Plus the stranger's words.

Until this moment, Song Lao Er was sure that something big must have happened!

"Third brother, can you hear me?"

After Song Lao Er called out again, there was still no movement on the other end of the phone.

Then he put the microphone in his hand directly onto the landline.

"Azhen~ come out quickly!" Song Laoer called out to his wife loudly.

"What happened? Why are you making so much noise?" Ah Zhen walked out of the room with a puzzled look on her face.

"Something happened to the third brother!"

"Take the child and go back to your mother's house to take shelter. I'm going to the third brother's house now to find out what's going on." Song Laoer said anxiously.

"what happened?"

Song Lao Er's face was full of anxiety and his words were unclear.

Song Laoer didn't care about anything else. He rushed into the children's room and took his sleeping son out.

Then he stuffed her into Azhen's arms.

"I don't have time to explain to you, you guys should leave now!"

Azhen was pushed by Song Laoer to the door.

"I haven't picked up my bag yet." Azhen said anxiously.

"for you."

"Remember, don't drive, take a taxi back!"

Song Lao Er gave some instructions, then pushed his wife and son out of the door.

He himself went back to his room to get some clothes and a hat, and also left his home quickly.

Just over 20 minutes after Song Laoer and his family left the house, a young man wearing a restaurant uniform and carrying a takeaway thermal box appeared in front of their door.

But after the young man rang the doorbell, there was no response for a long time.

When Song Lao Er rushed to Song Lao San's house, he was blocked by a cordon across the corridor.

In the corridor, many residents who lived here gathered outside the boundary line out of curiosity, talking non-stop.

Inside the cordon, a group of Hong Kong police officers in uniform were surveying the scene.

"Grandma, what's going on here?" A young man who arrived late asked a familiar grandma.

Listening to the man's questions, Song Laoer's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but listen carefully.

"Murder! Shot!"

The old woman answered mysteriously.

"Shooting? Oh my God, this has never happened in our community. Who lives here? Could it be a home robbery?" The man was surprised when he heard that it was a shooting.

The building they live in is not as luxurious as a private villa.

However, the safety of living here is still very good.

There is also 24-hour security downstairs. All outsiders who want to go upstairs must pass through the security guards on duty. Such a bad case has never happened.

When he heard the word "shooting", Song Laoer's eyes turned red.

The old lady's words completely confirmed the sound he heard on the phone, which was the sound of gunfire!

Song Laoer was still hesitating whether to go in when he saw a woman followed by two police officers walking out of the open door.

The woman was none other than the third brother's personal secretary, whom Song Laoer had seen several times before.

The woman was crying and looked extremely frightened. She stood at the door and was questioned by the police officers.

But the woman didn't know much. When she returned home and opened the door, she saw Song Laosan lying on the ground with a bloody hole on his head.

The woman was stunned by the blood on the ground.

When she came to her senses, she called the police immediately.

Ding Dong...The elevator door opened and another team of police officers hurried out.

After crossing the cordon, one of the police officers quickly found the leader of the on-site team.

"Boss, there's news."

"talk."

"Someone outside has offered a secret price to buy the lives of the Song family members, 200 million Hong Kong dollars per person!" the police officer said hurriedly.

After hearing the news, the police officer's face almost wrinkled.

Just now, they have confirmed the identity of the deceased from the woman who reported the case.

It was Song Bin, the third son of the Song family.

"So, the killer killed him for this secret gift?" the police officer guessed.

"should be!"

"The word has spread outside now. A life costs 200 million. I don't know how many desperate people are trying to make money from it." The police officer said with a gloomy face.

For these policemen, using hidden flowers is a naked provocation.

This is an act of serious destruction of Hong Kong’s public security!

"Check and see if there are any other people in the Song family," said the police officer.

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Outside the door, Song Laosan finally took a peek inside through the open door.

Song Laosan's feet were facing the door, with blood all over the ground, it was a horrible sight!

Just one glance and Song Lao Er burst into tears.

Fighting is fighting, making noise is making noise.

Even though the three brothers had fought fiercely over the family property in the past, they were still brothers after all.

Now that his brother had died tragically in front of him, how could Song Lao Er not be sad?

Song Laoer wanted to step forward and identify himself so that he could inquire about the situation.

But the killer's excited voice echoed in his mind again.

Without going forward, Song Laoer lowered the baseball cap on his head, turned and walked towards the elevator, and quietly left.

A few hours later.

Central Police Station, Hong Kong.

Song Hui was taken out of the detention room by two police officers and pressed on a chair in the interrogation room.

Two police officers sat directly across from him.

"I need to find a lawyer. I won't say anything unless the lawyer is here." After sitting down, Song Hui just repeated this sentence, just like when he was just arrested.

Hearing Song Hui's words, the police officer who was in charge of Song Hui's kidnapping case shouted with displeasure on his face:

"Do you think we're willing to work overtime? What time is it now? You bastard, do you know how many people you've harmed?"

Facing the police officer's anger, Song Hui still looked like he had nothing to say.

"Song Hui, don't think you'll be alright if you don't speak up. Your men confessed as soon as they came in. They all pointed out that you ordered them to do it. Even if you deny it, you can't get away with it!"

"I want to see a lawyer." Song Hui still said this.

However, the other police officer on the opposite side sneered at this time.

"Call a lawyer? If you confess your guilt, you might still be able to survive. But if you leave the police station, you'll probably die even faster!"

Hearing this, Song Hui narrowed his eyes slightly.

He could clearly sense from the officer's tone that something was wrong.

"What do you mean?"