A Lucky Coin

As soon as I ran to the intersection of Yan Hang's house, I saw my aunt's car driving over on the first day of junior high school.

"Puppy, get in the car." My aunt poked her head out and called him.

On the first day of the new year, he opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. Before he could catch his breath, he asked, "What's wrong with my dad?"

"It's like this, your dad hasn't been found yet," the aunt reached out and gave him a tissue, "But...the police saw their company's car on the surveillance camera, and your dad drove the car yesterday. "

"Wh, what surveillance?" Chu Yi grabbed a tissue and didn't understand what my aunt was saying.

"The surveillance at the entrance of the alley over there," the aunt said, "I heard that the person ran out of the alley to the riverside. The surveillance on the street over the alley captured your dad's car passing by. That person and your dad Get out of the car first..."

"Which... person?" The first day of the junior high school was completely panicked.

"The person who died was a colleague of your father's company and a driver," said the aunt. "Your mother has never seen that person, and I don't know the details. The police are still investigating, and the details will not be disclosed. Don't panic." , things haven't been figured out yet, your father..."

Looking ahead on the first day of junior high school, he was completely dazzled, and he couldn't hear what my aunt was still saying.

Dad didn't come home all day and night, and he couldn't get in touch with his mobile phone. Although this situation had never happened before, he didn't worry too much. Dad was timid, he didn't dare to fight, he had no courage and no money to cheat, Even if I see people who drink too much at night, I will avoid them for fear of causing trouble.

The worst thing he could imagine about Dad's disappearance this time was a car accident.

It never occurred to me that a person like Dad could be involved in the fight and murder.

"Don't pay attention to those people." My aunt parked the car downstairs and said something when she got out of the car.

When Chu Chu got out of the car, he saw many neighbors gathered downstairs in his house. When he saw him coming, the expressions on his faces were a little confused.

Some inquiring, some curious, some...excited, the kind of gloating in anticipation that something will happen to someone so that they can be talked about.

"The kid on the first day of junior high school is so pitiful," another aunt sighed loudly, "His father..."

"There are three generations of father and mother in the same house, how pitiful?" The aunt didn't look over there, but she spoke in a loud voice, "It would be nice to have such compassion for yourself."

On the first day of the junior high school, I bowed my head and walked into the corridor.

When I was one floor away from home, I could hear my grandma's voice.

"Comrade policeman! You can't wrong people. You should go to find him if he disappears. How can you drag him into a murder case!"

"Old lady, we just came to find out the situation, and we haven't drawn any conclusions yet." A man's voice sounded very patient, it should be a policeman.

"Just say what you know, and say you don't know if you don't know." My aunt reminded him in a low voice when she entered the door.

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

He had never experienced this kind of thing before, and when he entered the door, he felt so nervous that he walked sideways.

There were three police officers in the room, two men and one woman, and a middle-aged man who looked familiar from the first day of junior high school, he should be the leader of Dad's company.

The police should have gone to the company first, and then came to the house... He stood in the living room with his head bowed in embarrassment.

The female policeman pulled him to sit on the sofa, and said kindly: "Hello, young man, my surname is Wang, and I want to ask you about the situation and see if there is anything we missed. Don't be nervous, just a few questions." .”

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"Did your father tell you anything before he went to the company yesterday?" Officer Wang asked.

"No," he thought for a while on the first day of junior high school, "When I went to school, he was already gone."

"Don't be nervous," Police Officer Wang said.

"It's just a stutter, whether you're nervous or not!" Grandma said beside her.

"Has your father behaved differently from the past during this time? As long as you think it is different from usual, you can say it." Officer Wang continued to ask.

"Take care of your mouth, don't talk nonsense!" Grandma pointed to the first day of junior high school.

Officer Wang smiled: "Can grandma avoid it for a while?"

"I avoid it? Why should I avoid it!" Grandma was immediately very upset.

"You are enough! You are still like this at any time!" Mom forcibly pulled grandma into the bedroom and closed the door.

The first day of the junior high school breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "I didn't notice anything, what's the difference, my dad came back, he came back late, we don't talk too much."

"Okay, then have you heard your father mention his colleagues?" Officer Wang continued to ask.

"Just... Uncle Ding." Chu Yi said.

"How is his relationship with Uncle Ding?" Officer Wang asked.

On the first day of junior high school, he already had a faint feeling. When my aunt said that it was my father's colleague who died, he didn't have much thought. Now that Police Officer Wang asked...

He suddenly dared not answer.

"It doesn't matter, just say what you have," Police Officer Wang said, "We understand the situation now, and we won't make a judgment based on just a few words."

"Uncle Ding beat my dad. It's been a long time. It's been a while." Chu Yi frowned, "The relationship... no, not a friend."

Officer Wang asked a few more questions while recording.

The questions are actually very simple, the main thing is to ask Dad if there is any abnormality, if he has had any conflicts with others, and if he has had any contact with anyone recently.

But it was not easy to answer in the first day of junior high school, except that his father's situation was unknown... He didn't feel that he knew so little about his family before. Can't answer clearly.

On the first day of the junior high school, I felt that my head was always buzzing, her voice was far away and near at times, it was unreal, and the whole person seemed to be tied to a spinning windmill.

"Look at this photo again," Police Officer Wang took out a photo, "Can you recognize this person?"

On the first day of the junior high school, I took the photo and looked down.

This is a screenshot of a surveillance camera. There is a back that is not very clear. It was taken from the back side, and only half of the profile can be seen.

But he can recognize the car in the lower left corner of the screenshot, two company cars that his father often drives, one is a black SUV and the other is a white one.

"Recognize, don't, come here." Chu returned the photo to Police Officer Wang.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation." Officer Wang patted him on the shoulder and stood up.

Mom came out of the house: "Comrade policeman, will he...will he..."

"Don't worry, we will investigate clearly," another police officer said, "If he contacts his family, he must tell us, and your family members should also persuade him to come back and cooperate with our investigation."

"Yes, yes." Mom nodded.

After the police and the leaders of Dad's company left, the family fell into silence.

Everyone was stunned, and even grandma was silent.

"I don't understand," my mother finally said after a long time, "How could he get involved with Lao Ding...Why did Lao Ding run away when Lao Ding died!"

It really is Lao Ding.

Chuyi twisted his fingers and stared at the floor silently.

"He killed it." Grandpa said.

"Are you my dear father!" My mother roared.

"I think you're bored!" Grandma jumped up, and slapped Grandpa on the arm, "If you can't speak human words, then fucking close your asshole, if you can't hold back your fart, you'll be hit on the head!"

"Uncle," my aunt frowned, "it's fine for you to talk nonsense, but you can't just open your mouth and say this, this is a homicide case!"

"Erping, do you have any connections there that I can inquire about?" the mother asked the aunt.

My aunt sighed: "Let me try it, it may not work, it may work in ordinary cases, this..."

"If you don't want to help, just tell me." Mom interrupted her.

"I don't want to help, so I'll come here as soon as I know about it!" said the aunt, "I'm not a big Tathagata, I can do whatever I want!"

"Aren't you here to see the excitement?" Mom sneered.

"Yeah! I just came to see the excitement," said my aunt. "The excitement in your house is so beautiful, it's worth my drive from West to East, right?"

Chuyi sat up at the desk, lay down on his stomach, and held his head.

His aunt came all the way, but his mother said such words, which made him feel very embarrassed.

He closed his eyes, shaking the picture in his mind.

I don't know if it's because he's been pondering over that figure, or it's a psychological effect. He didn't feel anything when Officer Wang let him see it, but now he always feels that it looks a little familiar.

Not long after, my aunt and uncle also came over, and the small living room at home suddenly became full.

After the aunt and grandma, and the aunt and mother had a quarrel respectively, they began to discuss the matter of the father.

"The person was definitely not injured. He was fine when he ran out, and he definitely didn't stab the one who died. How could he have the guts," said my aunt, "Don't make wild guesses! It's better to have this spare time." Think about where he can go, the most important thing is to get him back to cooperate with the investigation!"

"But he drove the car, and Lao Ding got out of his car. The police said that he and Lao Ding also entered the alley behind, and then ran out again," my mother said in a crying voice, "It's still running away without a trace, how can I make it clear..."

Holding his head on the first day of the lunar new year, he listened to the people in the room guessing back and forth in the limited information revealed by the police.

He really couldn't figure it out.

Dad drove Lao Ding to that alley, then followed Lao Ding into the alley, and then Lao Ding ran out of the alley and died by the river. Dad turned around and drove away. The car was found on the outskirts of the city. People are gone.

There were three people involved in this incident, one died and two could not be found.

Who is that invisible figure?

Why does it always feel a little familiar?

"I'll make a few phone calls in the car," said my aunt, "see if I can get anything."

"Go, and bring me something to eat," said my aunt, "I haven't eaten in the morning."

"Yeah." Auntie replied, and went to open the door.

There was a sound of footsteps and coughing outside the door, and several neighbors seemed to have suddenly developed pneumonia, coughing very hard and walking upstairs and downstairs.

"The folk customs in your area are really warm." The aunt walked out and closed the door behind her.

"You still have the mood to eat!" Grandma yelled at her aunt as if she had no place to vent her anger.

"Just eat," said my aunt, "I still want to drink."

On the first day of junior high school, I felt a little uncontrollable, and took out my phone, wanting to send a message to Yan Hang.

If Yan Hang didn't need him to go and accompany him, he would go out and wander around, which was better than staying at home.

The phone changed slowly, and the moment he clicked on WeChat and saw Yan Hang's profile picture, his hand stopped suddenly.

That back view.

That figure!

... That's Uncle Yan!

He suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe, so he had to grab the edge of the table and inhale forcefully.

His mind became chaotic as if he was about to lose consciousness.

He gasped heavily, and after finally recovering from the confusion, he sat up straight suddenly, how come?How can it be!

How could it be Uncle Yan!

"What are you doing!" Grandma glared at him, "Hysteria!"

"You know it's fierce! Such an older child, I'm scared," my aunt opened her fan, came over and slapped the first one a few times, "What's going on with your family!"

"First day of junior high school," my mother waved at him tiredly, "Go back to school, go out if you don't want to go back to school, don't hold back at home."

On the first day of the junior high school, he stood up and went out with his mobile phone.

His legs kept shaking when he went downstairs, and he almost knelt down several times.

Although he didn't see the face, but that familiar feeling, that kind of familiar feeling that becomes especially strong once he thinks about it, he can feel the fear and anxiety in his heart, like waves, constantly beating layer by layer , spread to the whole body little by little.

He never thought that that person would be Uncle Yan.

Not to mention that when Dad disappeared and Lao Ding died, Uncle Yan would still be there.

And if that figure from the back is really Uncle Yan, then the blood in the alley belongs to another person...

On the first day of junior high school, I didn't have the courage to think about it anymore. I just felt that in the summer vacation, I was so cold that I wanted to shiver.

"Puppy?" My aunt came over with two bags containing lunch boxes and called him, "Where are you going?"

"Go out...for a walk." Chu Yi said.

"Do you want me to drive around?" Auntie asked.

"No, no need." Chuyi shook his head.

"Are you hungry?" My aunt asked again, "I bought steamed stuffed buns, and there are a lot of them. Would you like some?"

Shaking his head on the first day of the junior high school.

The auntie sighed, patted his head, and stuffed another 200 yuan into his pocket: "Then you go around, and if you get hungry later, you can buy something for yourself."

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

Turn around.

Where to go?

As soon as he walked out of the corridor, he felt all kinds of eyes.

The corridors of several buildings face an open space, usually full of cars, and occasionally people passing by can be seen, but today there are several neighbors standing in twos and threes.

As soon as he came out, he wanted to turn around and go back to the building. He really couldn't stay at home, so he gritted his teeth and continued walking.

When I passed by the canteen where I always bought cigarettes for my grandma, there were several people standing inside. As soon as I saw him, someone immediately yelled: "First day of the junior high school! Why did the police come to your house?"

He didn't make a sound, bowed his head and walked quickly, leaving these buildings, he didn't dare to go on the usual road.

He was afraid that there would be someone who knew him. Everyone in this place is full of Jianghu, and any news cannot be passed on overnight. Dad disappeared, and the police came to his house. It can spread within hours.

He was also afraid... Walking past Yan Hang's house.

He even began to fear that Yan Hang would contact him.

He didn't know what happened, whether Yan Hang knew about it now, whether Yan Hang would be angry, and whether he would talk to him.

He didn't have any relevant experience, and he didn't even know how to deal with quarrels between friends.

He has no friends.

And now, should he tell Yan Hang about this?He didn't even know.

He didn't dare to ask why Yan Hang was in the state before, but now he knows the reason, but he doesn't know what to do.

The only friend he got along with seriously, the only friend he wanted to see all the time, the only friend who treated him with tenderness and respect, now it became like this.

Dad's house has been searched for the third time, once a day, yesterday was the third day, and Yan Hang still didn't find any useful information from the pitifully few things his father had.

Today he didn't have the strength to look for it anymore, he just sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

The mobile phone is at hand, and he does not know how many times he wants to pick up the mobile phone, send a message to his father, or make a call.

But I suppressed this idea countless times.

He didn't know his father's current situation at all, and he was not sure what consequences he would bring to his father and himself if he contacted his father.

He could only endure.

Dad didn't disappear for a long time this time, only four days. Compared with the previous week, it was nothing to him in terms of time.

But this time it is no longer just such a simple pressure of waiting.

He already knew very well that something was going on.

Even more judgments have been made.

It's been several days since the first day of junior high school that I haven't contacted him, sent him a message, let alone called him.

The small expressions in the circle of friends have not increased since the day of the accident.

But on the first day of junior high school, he will appear behind a tree opposite at night, and start for two or three hours at a stop. If he does not turn off the lights all night, he may stand all night on the first day of junior high school, but he has not tried it. When it is almost 12 o'clock the next time, he will turn off the lights, so that he will leave an hour later on the first day of the new year.

This matter has something to do with my father in the first grade of junior high school.

This judgment does not need any further scrutiny.

This kind of double torment made Yan Hang sure that his mental state was very healthy, and he didn't commit suicide like his father worried about when he was fine.

He got up and slowly tidied up all the messy things in the house.

Back in the living room, he turned on the TV.

I haven't seen more news in the news these days, but he will still turn on the TV during news hours.

When the familiar news music played, he lit a cigarette.

There is still no news. The news in the morning mentioned that it was under investigation, but the news at noon didn't even mention it.

Yan Hang pinched his cigarette, got up and went to the window to pour himself a glass of water.

Just when he was about to turn around and go back to the sofa to be dazed, he saw a police car coming from the opposite street and then turned around and parked in front of his house through the gap in the curtain.

Before the glass in his hand fell to the ground, he put the glass on the table next to him.

Watching the policeman and an elder sister who looked like a neighborhood committee get out of the car, and then walked over step by step, he worked hard to adjust his breathing so that he could walk over and open the door smoothly when the policeman knocked on the door.

There was a knock on the door.

Yan Hang supported the wall and opened the door.

Three police officers stood outside the door, showing their IDs, and introducing themselves, but Yan Hang neither saw nor heard them clearly.

"Who is Yan Zhiyuan to you?" He only heard this sentence clearly.

"It's my dad." Yan Hang replied.

"That's right, we have some issues that require your cooperation in the investigation." The policeman looked at him.

"Okay." Yan Hang nodded.

After the police entered the house, they first looked at the two rooms, and then sat down on the sofa. Yan Hang poured water and put it in front of them.

"Sit down," said the policeman, "don't stress."

Yan Hang hooked a chair with his foot, and when he sat down, he felt a severe back pain.

"Please take a look at this photo first," a policeman handed over a photo, "Can you recognize this person?"

Yan Hang took the photo and glanced at it.

It's a screenshot of surveillance, only one figure can be seen from the back.

But even if it's just half of the back, he can recognize it at a glance.

"I can recognize it," he returned the photo to the policeman, "it's my dad."

"Do you know this person?" The police handed over another photo.

This is a work photo.

The father of the first grade of junior high school.

Yan Hang's heart twitched suddenly.

"I don't know." He said.

It's true that they don't know each other. Meeting him doesn't count as knowing him. It's normal for him not to remember his father's appearance in the first grade of junior high school even if he met him.

"When did your father leave the house?" The police put the photo away.

"Wednesday morning, around noon." Yan Hang didn't hide anything. The police could find him, so naturally they had already grasped the situation of his father.

"Have you been back since then? Or contacted you?" the policeman asked again.

"No." Yan Hang replied.

"Did he say anything before he went out? For example, who did he meet?" the policeman continued to ask.

"No," Yan Hang said, "I just said I have something to go out."

"Is there anyone else he knows here?"

"No."

"Did anyone come to see him during this time?"

"No."

"Have you answered any calls?"

"...Take it," Yan Hang lit a cigarette, "After answering the call, go out."

"Do you know who's calling?"

"do not know."

The policeman looked at him: "You didn't go to school, did you?"

"No," Yan Hang said, "I dropped out of school due to depression, and I have a medical certificate."

"I see," the policeman sighed softly, "Do you have any other relatives?"

"No more." Yan Hang replied, he didn't know how much the police had learned in the past few days, and he didn't know how much his father had in his past that he didn't know.

"Did he say why he came here?" asked the policeman.

"No." Yan Hang flicked the cigarette ash.

"Have you contacted your father these days?"

"No." Yan Hang felt that he should record a voice, and he could basically answer the police's questions with "no" and "don't know".

"He hasn't come back for so many days," the policeman glanced at him, "Haven't you thought of contacting him?"

"No," Yan Hang said, "We've always been like this, he never told me anything, and I didn't ask anything."

"Okay," the policeman nodded, and handed over a business card, "Thank you for your cooperation, if there are any details you missed, you can call me anytime when you think of it, we may still ask you to find out the situation, I hope You can continue to cooperate."

"Yes." Yan Hang said.

The police left.

When Yan Hang closed the door, he felt as if all the strength had been taken away from his body.

Taken away together are the surrounding air, light, and colors.

He squatted down slowly and hugged his head.