Chapter 40
A few seconds later, the number Song Bojian had just dialed appeared on the caller ID.
"It's me. I'm waiting for you downstairs in your company."
Her calm and powerful voice was like a shot of tranquilizer, and Song Bojian felt that his heart was beating slower.
"I'll be right down."
After hanging up the phone, Song Bojian quickly walked out of the elevator and saw Meng Xihan's car on the side of the road.
After getting in the car, Song Bojian didn't bother to talk to Meng Xihan. He held his mobile phone and searched the matter directly on the Internet, intending to know more information.
"Hasn't the school called you yet?"
Meng Xihan stepped on the accelerator while caring about the situation on Song Bojian's side.
Song Bojian's voice trembled with anxiety: "Why would they call me about something like this?"
At the same time, real-time footage of the incident appeared on Song Bojian's mobile phone.
Someone living nearby took photos of the scene.
From the perspective of a high-rise building, on the tree-lined path at the school gate, a man was holding a child hostage. He kept waving the sharp knife in his hand to prevent others who wanted to rescue him from approaching.
Two children in school uniforms were lying at his feet.
Song Bojian covered his mouth tightly, not even daring to recognize it, wondering if there was a little orange in it.
In real-time events, pictures and videos are constantly updated.
Before getting close to the school, Song Bojian kept flipping through photos and videos because of anxiety.
Hoping for good news.
Hope these kids are okay.
Hope his little orange is safe.
But the next photo that appeared on his phone screen struck him like lightning: "How could it be..."
"What's wrong?" Meng Xihan was also very nervous.
Song Bojian's eyes widened, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably: "The person who kidnapped the child is Xu Qingyang."
Who was he looking for there?
Is it really just a coincidence that he appeared in Xiaochengzi's school?
In the photo, Xu Qingyang has messy hair and dirty clothes, and looks very crazy.
"Didn't he say before that his family affairs had no impact on him? Why is he..."
He thought that even if something happened to the Xu family, it would not affect Xu Qingyang's material life, and Xu Qingyang could still be the eldest son.
Qin Yutai had said before that Xu Qingyang was missing.
He even thought that Xu Qingyang was hiding away to relax, but now it seems that Xu Qingyang was just hiding away to think about how to take revenge on society.
"He couldn't accept the state of his family. He had been seeing a psychologist for a long time, long before the Xu family incident."
Song Bojian's face was full of disbelief. When he thought of his daughter's possible situation, his eyes instantly turned red.
A tear fell from his eye without warning.
"So if he really hurts someone, there's a good chance he'll get away with it?"
"I don't know, let's go there first."
Half an hour later, the car stopped in a crowded place. Song Bojian got out of the car and ran towards the school, but was stopped at the cordon.
School security has spontaneously stopped passers-by and other students in the school.
Song Bojian stood outside the cordon, looking at Xu Qingyang's ferocious face, his mind confused.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the pendant on the schoolbag of the little girl lying on the ground.
The school has unified student uniforms and school bags, but the pendant on Xiaochengzi's school bag was tied on by him personally.
His legs suddenly went weak and he fell backwards.
Meng Xihan supported him, and he grasped at straws as if he was saving his life: "That's Xiao Chengzi's schoolbag."
He didn't even dare to shout, for fear of provoking Xu Qingyang to continue hurting other children.
But his daughter was lying on the ground like that, and no one could even save her.
Because of the distance, Song Bojian couldn't tell whether the lying child was injured or not.
Just when he didn't know what to do, Meng Xihan suddenly exerted force on his shoulder.
An even more desperate voice rang in his ears.
"The child on the ground is not Little Orange, Little Orange is in his hand."
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