light, short, scattered

Chapter 143 "Searching for Life and Death" Part II
Two days later, it was the day of the old man's grandson's execution.

In the morning I called the number on the old man’s business card.

There was a busy tone and the call was connected.

"Hello." An old voice came from the other side.

"Yun Huateng, right? We have found the prison where your grandson is. We have also determined the execution location. I want to ask you a question," I said.

"Please speak." The old man's voice was somewhat joyful.

"It's not a question, I should say that we can tell you where you are being held. But it must be after the death penalty is executed. We are afraid that the prince you replaced with a civet cat will be a living prince instead of a dead prince. If you really save your grandson. It’s not okay to make us accomplices,” I said.

The old man smiled and said: "I can understand this, so how about you call me after the execution? I just want my grandson's body to be buried together. I hope you don't misunderstand that I have other intentions. These are what we are saying Okay, he deserves to be punished for killing someone.”

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

"Okay, I guess it's around noon. Remember to call. The account and money here are ready and can be transferred to you at any time."

"Okay." I hung up the phone.

The fat man came over and said, "How about it? Can the old man's idea of ​​saving his grandson be cancelled?"

I nodded my head and said: "Yes, the old man really wants a dead grandson. Then the task can be carried out. Before, I actually had a feeling that the old man might be a good person."

"I understand, but should we call the police now? Or wait?" the fat man said.

"The plan was the Thin Man's idea, just ask him." I said.

"I'll make the call from the police. Let's finish our work here first," the thin man said.

"You guys can discuss it, I'm ready." I said and lay down.

Neither fat nor thin people are suitable for this plan.This plan fell on me, only Yun Huan and I have slightly similar body shapes.

I closed my eyes, and the thin man drew makeup on my face.

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

The thin man said proudly: "Don't forget that I graduated in interior design. Putting on makeup is much easier than painting and CAD."

"How did I hear that you learned how to dress up in COS women's clothing because you often participated in comic exhibitions?" Fatty said with a smile.

"No more beeping for you, it's done." The thin man stood up and put away his cosmetics.
The fat man pushed me and said, "Let's talk about the precautions."

I opened my eyes and looked at Fatty and said, "I remember everything."

The fat man threw a switchblade on me and said, "Hold this one to protect yourself."

"Is this necessary?" I held the switchblade and said.

"Hold it safely. Remember it and I won't repeat it. Check if the battery on your phone is full? It would be terrible if it runs out of battery." Fatty said.

I opened my phone, took a look and said, "60.00% three, that's enough."

The fat man took out the power bank from the table and threw it on me and said, "I'm going to zip up the bag. It might be a little cold by then. Are you wearing underwear?"

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

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

"Okay," I said, closing my eyes.

The fat man slowly zipped up the body bag, and I was in the bag.

I was carried by the fat man and walked downstairs.

I also started my own action and stuffed the folding knife into my pocket.

The range of movement you can move in a body bag is very small, and all movements are difficult to do.

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

I had no choice but to mute my phone and turn the screen to the darkest setting.

At this point I could feel myself being lifted into the back seat of the car, and then the car started moving.

There were some bumps and I started to regret asking to get into the body bag too early.

I slowly closed my eyes and waited for the moment I was put into the box.

Soon the car stopped, and the fat man hugged me again and said, "It's eleven o'clock sharp now, let's check the watch."

"You have watched too many movies. Nowadays, mobile phones are connected to the Internet to refresh the time." I said helplessly.

The fat man slapped my butt hard with his right hand and said, "You are the only one who talks too much."

I was carried into a room. I was in a body bag and couldn't quite see what was going on around me.

I seemed to be placed on an iron shelf, and the fat man said again next to me: "I will push you in now and leave. Remember that the box number you are in is F-3. Remember what you are going to do, this is not You can’t do it again.”

"Okay, I see." I said.

"The person who carries you out may not be as gentle as me, so don't move." The fat man said.

"Bullshit," I said.

The fat man pushed the door open, knocked on the iron cover above my head and said, "Bless yourself and call us if you have any questions."

I didn't feel much outside just now, but now I realized how cold it was when I was sent to the refrigerated box in the morgue.

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

Helplessly, I tore open packages of warm babies in the small space. Fortunately, I had researched in advance that the temperature of the refrigerator in this morgue was only four degrees, so the fat man was well prepared.

I probably tore off all the warm babies and piled them outside of my clothes.

The temperature has finally risen a bit but it's still cold, especially since the face is not warmed, the baby feels like his brain is about to freeze.

I glanced at my phone, it was eleven twenty.

It’s unbearable, every minute is torture.

Finally, it was twelve o'clock. I couldn't bear the cold and called the old man's phone number.

The moment the phone call was broadcast, my heart dropped.

There is no signal in the whole cabinet. It seems that we have forgotten the most important thing.

I pressed my phone hard against the gap in the refrigerator cover, and it took me a long time to see a signal.

I made the call immediately.

"Why, can you tell me where you are? I've prepared your money." The old man answered the call immediately and seemed to have been waiting on the other end of the phone for a long time.

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

"Thank you. I'll send someone to deliver the money right away. Why are you trembling when you speak?" the old man said.

"I'm freezing after taking a cold shower." I blurted out subconsciously.

The old man smiled and said: "Young people should be kind to their health, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to grow old."

I hung up the phone and turned on airplane mode and ignored him, thinking about the old man quickly getting me out.

After waiting anxiously for another half hour, I heard the hurried door opening and footsteps.

It seemed like someone had entered the morgue and I heard a sound close to me.

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

The cabinet was slowly pushed out, and a voice came to my ears.

"Is it this cabinet?"

"The F-3 is correct. Do you want to open it and take a look?"

"Go on."

"What an unlucky thing."

"Okay, okay, then I'll do it." It seemed like there were two people, and I heard the sound of the zipper being opened.

I opened it a little and was hastily closed, which made me sigh in relief.

"Did you see clearly? It's only been a few seconds."

"Don't worry, it's the person in the photo after you see clearly."

"Okay, you carry him, and I'll exchange him for the body I gave us."

Then I was picked up and carried out.

Within a few minutes, I was thrown into the trunk.

The car started moving and the temperature started to warm up.

At this time, the warm baby started to feel hot, which made me want to cry.

After another half hour of enduring the temperature, the car slowly stopped.

After a moment, the trunk was opened, and a pair of hands reached out and lifted me up.

"It's so strange. Why is this body a little hot?"

"Your shabby car should have been replaced a long time ago. It's normal for the trunk to be a little warm. Don't think about it so much. It's important to change the money."

"Yes, this amount is enough to exchange for a better 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 complicatedly that I was afraid that the fat and thin people would not be able to find this place.

"We brought the stuff."

"You can go, the money will be here soon."

"Where will you put the body?"

"Over there on the bed."

I was carried to the bed, and the voices of the two people communicating were unknown to me.

But after the person who sent me here left, the voice of another person in the room seemed very familiar to me.

"Can we start the operation now?"

"Okay, you can go out." As soon as the old man's voice entered my head, I pressed the record button on my phone.

"We will first give you local anesthesia and check the degree of organ disease. Then we will remove your donor's body and remove the left lung. After we have processed the donor, we will replace you with deep anesthesia."

"Let's begin." The old man said with a smile.

"Dexmedetomidine, ondansetron, and dexamethasone were intravenously dripped with normal saline..."

These seem to be doctor's terms, probably the process of anesthesia.

I thought that the evidence was very sufficient at this time, and I didn't know when the police and Fat Man and Thin Man would arrive.

The doctor seemed to be busy for a while and said: "Okay, the situation is very good. Let's go to harvest the donor's organs now. The nurse will pay attention to the changes in the values ​​and alert me."

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

I held the phone tightly with my left hand, and pressed the switchblade in my pocket with my right hand.

The zipper was slowly opened, and I immediately tightened my grip on the switchblade.

I closed my eyes tightly, and the zipper seemed to be pulled halfway up my body.

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

The doctor was talking and I opened my eyes immediately.

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

I immediately straightened up half of my body. At this time, the six or seven people in front of me were all doctors and nurses.

I picked up the power bank beside me and threw it at the doctor nearest me.

"Who are you and what's wrong?" the doctor in front of him shouted.

I took out the switchblade and said, "No one is allowed to move. Move back. Stick to the wall and chop whoever moves."

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

At this time, the doctors and nurses all pressed against the wall and raised their hands.

I turned around and looked at the old man on the bed beside me. At this time, the old man looked at me with wide eyes but said nothing.

I sneered and got out of the body bag and out of bed, just as a nurse took advantage of my immobility and rushed out the door.

At this speed, I can't stop him at all.

Helpless, I immediately ran to the old man's hospital bed. My feet felt numb as soon as I stepped on the ground.

Almost losing strength, he gritted his teeth and rushed to the old man's bedside.

As soon as I arrived, six bodyguards rushed in from behind.

Behind the bodyguard was the nurse who ran out.

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

This trick seemed to be quite effective, and the bodyguards did not dare to take a step forward.

The doctors and nurses all started running towards the door.

The old man struggled to say: "You...why...it's you."

I heard the old man's voice seemed to be unable to speak normally due to local anesthesia. I sneered and said, "That's awesome, you killed your own grandson to transplant a lung for yourself."

"I...didn't harm my...grandson." The old man continued to say with difficulty.

"I didn't harm your grandson. I found out clearly when I arrived. It's not enough that you killed your son. You brought your grandson here too. If it wasn't me who was here now, wouldn't you and your grandson be together?" Did you successfully replace the lungs? It’s so amazing, you don’t even notice it.” I said.

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

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

The old man cried this time, really cried.

"My grandson... is very filial. Everything is my son's fault. He is a scumbag. My grandson... was an accident. Two years ago, I was diagnosed with lung cancer, and I found out that... it was difficult to match my son. My son was suddenly willing to use his own lungs to save me. He vowed at that time... He promised to exchange my position as chairman for half of his lungs. Who would have known that he would actually lie to me... and he would lie to me... with his sweet words? He tricked my grandson into having a lung transplant with me, all because of this bastard son." The old man's voice sounded a little angry, and his tears did not stop flowing.

At this moment, my whole body trembled and I said, "Have you and your grandson ever exchanged lungs?"

"My son is... a bastard. He used my grandson's lungs to replace his position as chairman. Because the surgery... was arranged by him. I didn't understand this until I recovered. But this time Half a year has passed. He... transferred 40.00% of my company's assets and shares in the past six months. He also lost [-] million, and my grandson lost half a lung because of me... and is resting in the hospital. " said the old man.

"You said that your son deceived your grandson into giving you half a lung, and your son relied on the lung to become the chairman and plundered your assets." I said, feeling a bit at a loss here, thinking about the circle of rich people. It's really a mess.

"I had no choice but to hire a driver... to kill my son with a plane. I also fabricated the fact that he was driving under the influence of drugs, but in everything... I forgot about my grandson. I hid the truth from my grandson and told his father The truck driver is to blame for his mother's death. Who knew my grandson was so stupid and found him just after he recovered... The truck driver went to take revenge." The old man said, and his voice began to tremble.

"So you can't control the situation, and your grandson has been sentenced to death. Are you thinking 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 and grandson... are all going to die. Aren't I still alive? And my grandson left his organs before he went to take revenge... The letter wanted to leave his organs to me, but the police... didn't admit it. ." The old man said again.

"You still don't understand that past lives cause consequences in future lives. Have you ever thought that if you hadn't planned to kill your son, none of this would have happened." I said.

"Do you want money? I'll give you money. Hand over my grandson and I'll give you money. I can give you anything. I want my grandson's lungs." The old man's voice started to sound hysterical.

At this time, a large number of police officers rushed in and pushed all the bodyguards to the ground.

I shook my head and breathed a sigh of relief and said: "We have not found the execution place where your grandson will go. It is estimated that your grandson has been cremated now. As for you, the law will punish you. There are three generations of your family, grandfather and son. It’s still true that all the grandsons have violated the law.”

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

The fat man and the thin man also rushed in, smiling and giving me a victory sign.

I put away the folding knife and picked up the mobile phone on the other bed beside me.The recording was saved, which is evidence of the old man's own admission.This is also the first big case handled by our life and death tracing company, a case that we are proud of.

(End of this chapter)