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The content inside.
It was the process of what happened when my son had the accident.
This was something that I hadn't found out after three years of investigation,but now it was clearly in front of me.
Victim:Michael Johnson,male,6 years old.
Case process:On a rainy day,the victim went to a grocery store to take shelter from the rain after school.Later,he left halfway.When he passed by a construction site,he heard strange noises coming from inside.Out of curiosity,he went in to check and was stabbed in the chest and killed on the spot by the murderer.The body was hidden in the concrete.
Murderer:Unknown.
When I saw these contents,my eyes turned red and were filled with bloodshot.
No wonder.
No wonder there had been no progress in three years,and even the body couldn't be found.
That construction site had already been completed.My son's body had long been firmly fixed with the foundation.If I didn't know the truth,even a god couldn't find the body.
I took out my phone and brought up the map.
The construction site had now become a residential building.To find the body,the whole building had to be blown up,but this was simply impossible.
Even if I explained the situation to my superiors and got approval,those residents wouldn't agree.
That was their home.
They didn't care whether my son's body could be found or not.
What should I do?
Just when I was at a loss,the crooked characters appeared again:"Dad,Mom asked you to pick me up from school.I'm at the grocery store.Where are you?"
This was a nightmare that had haunted me for three years.
Three years ago.
I had just solved a murder case and was about to lead people to arrest the suspect.I received a message from my wife:"There's something going on at the company today.Please go and pick up Michael."
My wife and I took turns to pick up our son,but it happened that we both had something to do that day.
I looked at the time.There was still an hour and a half before my son finished school.
It was raining heavily outside.
I felt the urgency of time,but things still exceeded my expectations.When I arrived at the school,my son was already gone.
The owner of the grocery store told me that my son had stayed there for a while before and left by himself after the rain got lighter.
I didn't think much about it.
After such a long time,my son should have been home by now.
But when I got home,my wife asked me,"Where's our son?"
I finally realized that something was wrong.
I searched all around the school and home.I reported the case immediately and the police force was dispatched to search,but we still found nothing.From the surveillance cameras,we could see that my son was walking towards home,but in the place where there was no camera,he disappeared strangely.
I received a call from the murderer:"Your son is in my hands.Stop looking.You'll never see him again."
"Who are you?"
The phone had already been hung up,and there was no contact ever since,and I never saw my son again.
I was once in great pain and regret.
We had also searched that construction site,but at that time,I didn't realize at all that the murderer just wanted to silence my son simply,instead of using it as a threat.
Unexpectedly,my son had been buried in the concrete for three years.
Coming back to my senses from the cruel memories,I was already in tears and sobbing.
A crazy idea flashed in my mind.
Although it was extremely absurd.
But perhaps this was my last hope.
Could I.
Save my son through this mysterious conversation in the file.
