The wealthy family read my mind and accidentally got promoted

105. We must find the real culprit!

Song Jiaojiao's words startled Song Yabo.

"Lao Liu, aren't they a family, brothers? Why on earth is this?"

[I don’t understand it either, Fifth Brother! Wuwuwu, I don’t even dare to tell grandma...]

[You said what should they do if they know the truth and can't accept it? 】

Song Jiaojiao is most worried about the physical condition of her grandparents on the screen.

Although she saw that this aunt did all this, her ability was still limited. She didn't see the aunt herself, so she didn't dare to say what the reason was.
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Comrade anchor, do you see anything? -

Yes, anchor, what is going on now? What does this aunt have to do with the lost son?
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Why do I have a bad feeling?
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Oh my God, no? No way? I don't even dare to guess anymore...

Some netizens have already seen the problem.

You can say whatever you want in the comment section, but no matter what, there are still many good people.

Most people are concerned about whether their grandparents' bodies can handle the truth.

"Sixth, I can't care so much now. We are not the police, so just tell us what you know!"

"We don't charge a dime, and we do charity projects. Besides, I think my grandparents are in good health. Tell the truth."

Song Yabo looked at Song Jiaojiao's embarrassed expression and told the truth directly to the screen.

The old couple on the other side of the screen thought they heard wrongly, so they asked again, and got the answer that their son was no longer alive.

They couldn't accept it for a moment and burst into tears.
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God, isn't this too cruel?
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Anchor, who did this? Please help grandma take a look...
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This anchor is incredible. He says he is a fortune teller, so how come he has become a crime-solving anchor? This is so exciting! -

Grandparents, please don’t cry yet. Quickly ask the anchor to show you who killed your son and where he is now.
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By the way, anchor, are you helping people to the end? These grandparents are so pitiful.

[Fifth brother, ask them to call the police. His son is buried in the woods opposite their house...]

Song Jiaojiao's eyes dimmed.

I originally wanted to do good deeds and accumulate merit, but why is it becoming more and more uncomfortable?

Why are there so many dirty people doing dirty things in this world?

That's her nephew! How could he do it? How did they manage to face the loss of their son so calmly over the past twenty years?

Song Jiaojiao couldn't help but shudder when she thought of this.

How much mental endurance does this person have to have to face it so calmly?

The old couple on the screen adjusted their emotions after listening to Song Yabo's words, their eyes full of tenacity and unyielding.

He called the police in front of netizens, and then slowly walked out of the room with his cell phone.

The faltering steps made hundreds of thousands of netizens feel sad.

My son, who has been waiting for more than [-] years, has now received such a cruel truth. It makes me sad just thinking about it.
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My son was only five years old! Who is so cruel that he can do this to a young child...
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My poor son, mom is here, mom will take you home right now...
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Wuwuwu...Grandma, please stop crying. It makes me feel bad to hear you cry!
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We must find the real culprit!
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Anchor, do you already know who killed him?

"Lao Liu, fans are asking, who killed the person, can I tell them?"

Although Song Yabo knew that it was his aunt who did it, he still didn't know if Song Jiaojiao was allowed to tell her, so he had to turn around and ask.

[I need to see that woman to be sure. I can’t just say it casually. 】

Song Jiaojiao didn't know when she was already lying on the bed. She felt light all over. She wanted to close her eyes but couldn't. Even speaking felt a little difficult. “Also, let me ask grandma to call that woman?”

Song Yabo felt a little nervous when he saw Song Jiaojiao lying there feebly.

"Lao Liu, are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

"I just said it can't be counted, it can't be counted! You must be feeling uncomfortable again! I will carry you upstairs to rest!"

Song Yabo raised his hand to turn off the live broadcast.

Is this okay?

Song Jiaojiao got up in a hurry, hugged Song Yabo's arm, raised her little face, and looked at him with a smile.

"Brother Five, I'm fine! I was just sleepy..."

"Really?"

Song Yabo asked again worriedly when he saw Song Jiaojiao reacting so quickly.

"Are you really okay? Do you promise not to lie to your fifth brother?"

"I promise!"

[Fifth brother, didn’t you just say that you wanted that woman to come to the live broadcast room? Let her come, I will know it at a glance. 】

Song Jiaojiao knew that Song Yabo was also concerned about this matter, so she changed the topic directly.

"Yes, that's right, I'll tell grandma right now."
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Comrade anchor, she is already here, this is the child's aunt.
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She wants to go to the woods with us.
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Oh my god, we'll be in the woods soon. Was that the siren just now?
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Yes, I heard that too? Have the police arrived?

As soon as Song Yabo spoke, a fat middle-aged woman appeared on the phone screen. She looked about forty or fifty years old.

She glanced at the screen, waved and said hello.

It turned out that my grandma's house and this aunt's house lived next door. She heard the crying and expressed her concern, so she followed her out.

Netizens in the live broadcast room also became nervous. They moved around following the screen of grandma's mobile phone, and saw that there was a small forest in front of them.

"This woman is really calm, and she just followed her to the woods. Lao Liu, I have never been afraid of women, but why am I so scared when I look at her..."

Song Yabo looked at the woman on the screen, his pupils trembled slightly, turned around, held Song Jiaojiao in his arms, and sat a little further away from the iPad.

[Fifth brother is not afraid, he is Jiaojiao. 】

Song Jiaojiao's little hands with sizzling breasts tightly grasped Song Yabo's fingers, her eyes fixed on the woman.
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Anchor, can you really count everything? Can it still be calculated accurately?

The woman suddenly smiled and grabbed the phone, and the screen instantly changed to a scene on the road.

"Yes."

Song Yabo didn't even want to talk to her. Seeing her clearly smiling, it felt so scary.
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real or fake? Sister-in-law, I don’t think this is reliable? You even brought the police here, he is the only anchor, don’t be fooled again.
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I said anchor, your nephew has been missing for so many years, can you figure out where he is?
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Why do I think this is bluffing?

Is she feeling guilty? Grandma, please don’t let her brainwash you.

You’ll find out soon whether it’s accurate or not!

Song Yabo did not reply to her, but silently encouraged himself and the grandma in his heart.