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The phone call ended, and Han Liqun's phone fell to the ground.
The last words from Yue were not clear, but both of them understood the implication. Yue was genuinely scared; his final remark was extremely cryptic.
Han Liqun had never revealed his son's name to Yue, nor had he mentioned his wife's name. However, since Yue knew his son's name, it was evident that Yue must have found it out himself. The most likely source of this information was what he discovered in that warehouse.
Han Liqun also saw a burlap sack. From its appearance, it seemed to contain a person, likely a child around one and a half meters tall. There was blood inside the sack, and it was very possible that the child within had already died.
Combining these two pieces of information, Han Liqun arrived at a conclusion he was reluctant to accept: his son, Han Changxue, had been killed.
Han Liqun curled up in a corner of the room, staring blankly at the darkening space around him. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out. He could not accept this reality; the life he had spent thirty years building had been completely destroyed in an instant.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and crawled frantically towards his phone.
He dialed Yue's number repeatedly, but it was no longer reachable. Yue had truly blocked this number; no matter how many times he called, he only heard the message that the phone was turned off. This time, despair engulfed him completely—his wife had left him for someone else, his son was dead, and he was trapped in this room waiting for death.
Everything was over.
But just then, a call came in.
Han Liqun hurriedly spoke up, "Yue! Yue! Please tell me what's going on! I need to get out; I must find out the truth. Even if it costs me my life, I will make them pay! I will kill those bastards and tear them apart!"
Han Liqun had gone mad.
"Isn't it you who called the police?" a woman's voice replied. "It seems you are not in any danger. I advise you not to do anything foolish; otherwise, we will have to come and arrest you."
It was a call from the police.
"Please rescue me!"
Although Han Liqun didn't understand why this phone could connect to others again, he didn't have time to think about it now. He shouted urgently.
"Stop making fake calls," the woman's voice said. "The police station is busy right now, and the detectives are out. Don't disturb our work!"
"What's going on? Why can't you find me? Please hurry and come! I'm begging you, you have to come!" Han Liqun shouted.
However, his plea never went through, as the other party had already hung up.
It was now six o'clock in the afternoon on August 23rd.
This was the time when Old Shao had just finished a meeting with the task force members.
During the meeting, Guan Deng had identified the owner of a phone, and he was currently investigating this lead. True to his reputation as an exceptional hacker, it took him no time at all to find the information of the SIM card holder.
Old Shao looked at everyone and said, "We just found out the owner's information. The person who applied for this SIM card is a forty-two-year-old man named Han Liqun. He runs an internet company in Jingzhong City, with an annual income of about one million. His wife's name is Xie Chunlan, thirty-four years old, and their son is named Han Changxue, twelve years old."
"They live at Unit 100, Yinhai Crescent Five." Shao the Elder added, "Let's move immediately; task force members head to this address."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
The task force members drove towards Yinhai Crescent. It was already seven o'clock; both the sun and moon hung in the sky, creating a beautiful scene.
However, none of the task force members were in the mood to admire the view. The only one focused was Wang Chao, who was driving attentively. In the passenger seat, Old Shao glanced through the rearview mirror at the three peculiar individuals sitting behind him: Guan Deng, who suffered from severe Social Anxiety Disorder; Jiang He, who could only superficially understand human emotions; and Xu Yiman, who trembled at the sight of injuries.
In all his years as a detective, Old Shao had never been part of a task force made up entirely of such unusual members.
In today's society, everyone has some psychological issues to varying degrees.
Yet the sight of the sun and moon gazing at each other from opposite ends was indeed remarkable.
Meanwhile, Han Liqun was also not in a mood to appreciate any scenery.
After hanging up, he immediately tried to call back, but his calls wouldn't go through; none of them could connect. Checking his phone, he suddenly realized it had gone black. No matter how he pressed or which button he pushed, his phone simply wouldn't turn on.
It couldn't possibly be out of battery. Han Liqun distinctly remembered that this phone was fully charged. Could it be that the fall just now had broken it? But Han Liqun recalled that old phones were quite durable; they could withstand all sorts of drops without any issues. Why did this phone go black with just one fall?
But the reality was undeniable; the phone would no longer turn on.
Han Liqun was utterly devastated.
In a fit of rage, he stomped on the phone beneath his feet, crushing it into pieces until his foot went numb. Only then did he finally stop. Leaning against the metal wall, a forty-two-year-old man broke down in tears.
In such a short time, his gentle wife had left him for someone else, and his beloved son was gone. Here he was, in a room where no one knew he existed, left to wither away. The only connection to the outside world—the phone—was broken, and he had no idea how long his drinking water would last. No one would come looking for him; no one was searching for him at all.
Everything had come to an end. It was all over.
"Son!" Han Liqun cried out.
"This must be your son," Old Shao said, looking at the woman in an apron and the child standing beside her. The boy appeared to be around eleven or twelve years old, about five feet tall, with an adorable hairstyle. Seeing so many people, he seemed a bit shy.
On the way here, Old Shao had already contacted her.
The woman nodded gently and said, "Yes, this is my son, named Han Changxue. Son, greet everyone."
Han Changxue looked at the crowd and greeted them one by one: "Grandpa, Uncle, Brother, Sister, hello."
Xu Yiman looked at the cute child and remarked, "What a sweet talker."
Jiang He interjected, "I find this scientifically inaccurate. 'Grandpa' naturally refers to Old Shao; 'Uncle' should be me and Wang Chao; 'Brother' is Guan Deng. We only have one female here, so 'Sister' refers to Xu Yiman. However, based on my research, Xu Yiman is thirty-one years old this year, the same age as me. You should call her 'Auntie.'"
"Shut up!" Xu Yiman shot back at Jiang He.
The group walked inside.
"I did something wrong, didn't I?" Jiang He asked.
Wang Chao, knowing Jiang He's personality, simply patted him on the shoulder and walked inside.
Guan Deng also walked past Jiang He, who heard Guan Deng mutter, "This guy has such low emotional intelligence."
The room was luxuriously decorated and quite impressive.
Xie Chunlan was serving tea and water to everyone, being very considerate. This made Wang Chao sigh; he wished his wife could be this gentle too.
Old Shao held up a teacup and said, "Xie Chunlan, right? You don't need to be so busy. We already identified ourselves over the phone. We're here to ask if you know where your husband, Han Liqun, is right now. We tried calling him, but his phone is off."
Xie Chunlan looked at Old Shao and replied, "Zhiqun didn't come home last night. When I called him, a man answered—one of my husband's subordinates. He said my husband had a bit too much to drink at a social event and just stayed over at his place."
"Subordinate?" Old Shao continued to inquire. "Do you know this person's name and phone number?"
"I do." Xie Chunlan took out her phone and said, "Wait a moment; I'll check my call log."
After a short while, Xie Chunlan reported the number to Old Shao: "His name is Huang Zhengqing; that's the number I pulled up."
"Huang Zhengqing?" Old Shao said as he dialed the number.
However, the call wouldn't connect.
"Guan Deng!" Elder Shao commanded, "Check the last known location for this number."
Upon hearing Old Shao's words, Xie Chunlan frowned and said, "Huang Zhengqing told me his address when we spoke. He was worried I would suspect Zhiqun of fooling around. But I know my husband; he would never look for women outside. I trust him."
"What is that address?" Jiang He realized this was crucial.
After a moment of thought, Xie Chunlan provided an address.
Jiang He had Hyperthymesia, which meant he would never forget. He immediately compared the address with the map of Jingzhong City in his mind and realized that this location could not possibly be a district.
"Could you repeat that?" Jiang He asked immediately.
Xie Chunlan repeated it once more.
"Are you sure?" Jiang He stood up.
"Absolutely!" Xie Chunlan raised three fingers. "Anyway, that's how Huang Zhengqing is. But my husband should be coming home soon, right? What exactly do you want with him? He hasn't done anything criminal, has he?"
Old Shao noticed something was off with Jiang He and spoke up, "What's wrong? Is there an issue with this address?"
Jiang He replied, "This isn't a district address; it's the address of a cemetery!"
"A cemetery!"
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