conspirator's love

The bosses all came back from business trips this week, and the company took on another big project, and all kinds of overtime meetings were overwhelming.

Dialect thinks that people really can’t get away with it. Yesterday, she complained in front of Mo Jiaxin that she was too busy recently and she had no one to accompany her. It's done.

She was so busy that she didn't even bother to eat dinner. She was busy finishing all kinds of forms and documents until 10:30. She let out a long sigh and decided to come over early tomorrow and finish the rest.

Fang Yan picked up her bag and went downstairs. She rushed towards the bus stop at a brisk pace, as if the last bus was at eleven o'clock, so there should be still time, otherwise she would have to take a taxi home.

When she was walking through a deep alley, she suddenly heard a little girl crying, her goosebumps all over her body from crying in dialect, she looked up and saw a small figure standing deep in the alley, dimly Under the streetlights, he looked thin and pitiful.

Dialect looked around, she was the only one who returned home late, she didn't think much, she walked deep into the alley, until she came to the crying little girl: "Little friend, what's wrong? Where are your parents?"

The little girl seemed a little shy of strangers, and shrank back behind the telephone pole amidst intermittent crying.

"Don't be afraid," Fang Yan squatted down, "Sister is not a bad person, where are your parents?" Although she could also be called Auntie, Dialect decisively chose the title of sister.

The little girl raised her head. Under the mottled streetlights, with tears on her face, she pointed to the horizontal road behind the alley.

"Where is it?" Fang Yan looked in the direction she pointed, and there were few street lights on that horizontal road, with a section of the road bright and a section of the road dark.She walked past it twice during the day, and there was indeed a residential area behind it.

"You ran out mischievously, don't you dare go back?" Fang Yan saw that the little girl was wearing a red coat, except for the snot and tears on her face, she was very clean. "You live in the back neighborhood, right?"

The little girl nodded and tugged at the hem of her dress.

Dialect stretched out his hand, "Come on, I'll take you home."

The little girl didn't stretch out her hand, but looked at her timidly.

"Why don't you grab the corner of my clothes and I'll take you there to have a look. Your parents must be looking for you everywhere in a hurry." Fang Yan handed her the corner of the clothes.

The little girl pulled back timidly.

The child walked slowly, and Fang Yan could only walk slowly along the alley to the end and turned onto the sideways path.After walking a few hundred meters, the road became more and more secluded. This is the road outside the back door of the residential area, shaded by green trees, surrounded by walls and tall trees.

Usually the back door is not open, and this road is rarely used by people, and because the road is narrow, there are not many cars.Only in the morning will a few cyclists take a short cut from this road to work.

The little girl cried a lot just now, and she was still a little choked up at this moment, and the humming sounded strange on this quiet path intertwined with light and dark.

I don't know why Dialect suddenly thought of the female ghost in the movie "Rouge Button", who wandered the streets of the city and often cried, and felt hairy.

The little girl's hands were weak, Fang Yan wasn't even sure if she was tugging at the corner of his clothes, but felt that the corners of the clothes were empty, and even broke out in a cold sweat, could it be that he really met a kid?

She remembered that people said that ghosts have no shadows, and secretly planned to look back to confirm.After having this thought, Fang Yan's heart beat uncontrollably, her throat was dry, her eyes were dry, and her hand holding the bag tightened again.

The road we are walking now is right in the middle of two street lamps, and the street lamps are too far apart, forming a blind spot with no light.Don't talk about looking at shadows, I just want to see my feet are blurred and shaking tree shadows.

Dialect regretted that he had no brains. Even if he wanted to meddle in his own business, he should take the child to a bright street, find a police station, or call the police and wait for the police to arrive.How could you bring her here just because of a word from the child.

It's good to be able to find the parents, but if you can't find the parents, you still have to go to the street, not to mention, I am so timid, why do I keep doing this kind of thing to scare myself.

Now that the regret medicine is gone, let's make sure this is a real little girl.

Fang Yan quickened his pace, and the little girl sobbed intermittently in order to keep up, "It's okay, don't be afraid, there is light ahead." Fang Yan didn't know whether to comfort the little girl or himself.

She walked a few steps, and finally came under the streetlight. The little girl suddenly became quiet, and didn't even let out a sob.

She swallowed, wanting to turn her head to see if there was any shadow of the girl, her neck was as stiff as a robot, turning it around pause after pause, before the neck turned around, she glanced at it from the corner of her eye, Behind the little girl dragged a small shadow.

Fang Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, she turned her head slowly, and said to the little girl, "Scared me to death, this road is so weird at night, how did you get there, you are too courageous."

The little girl hiccupped and began to sob again.

"Okay, don't be afraid, let's go around to the front door later, your parents will definitely be waiting for you at the gate of the community. Who would have thought that a villain like you could run so far." Fang Yan comforted, "It's not as good as us Sing a song, I will sing when I am afraid, and I will not be afraid if I sing a song."

"What kind of cartoons are you watching now?" The little girl didn't answer, so the dialect could only talk to herself, "My sister was still watching Brother Yixiu when I was young. Have you seen it? Let me hum an ending song of Brother Yixiu for you." , that song is so gentle."

As she spoke, she started humming to herself, and the shadows of the trees were whirling under the dim street lamps. When the tune of "Letter to Mother" sounded, the little girl stopped humming and raised her head to listen carefully. Be a little warm.

Dialect couldn't help thinking that if she had children as soon as she got married, she might be someone else's mother too.

But if that was the case, what would Mo Jiaxin do?If she even got married, Mo Jiaxin would go crazy. What would happen to her if she even gave birth to a child?

Life cannot be assumed.

This bright road was finally coming to an end. They came to a T-junction, turned it and then went to the gate of the community, where cars were coming and going, and the lights were brilliant.

But before the turn, there were no street lights on the road, and the dialect was still immersed in his humming.

A darker figure was hidden in the darkness not far away, only a cigarette butt flickered on and off.

The little girl suddenly let go of the corner of her clothes in dialect, and ran towards the darkness.

"Don't run, be careful of falling!" Because she didn't understand the dialect, she walked quickly to keep up with the little girl. As soon as she walked into the darkness, she felt a dull pain in her head, stumbled and fell straight on the ground. Malu, the wound on her head made her groan in pain.

The little girl said ah and then fell silent.

Fang Yan hummed in a low voice, and suddenly a piece of cloth was roughly stuffed into her mouth, which made her almost breathless.

"Get in the car!" She vaguely heard someone say in a low voice, as if talking to the little girl, she only heard the sound of small steps running away.

Then a big hand grabbed her leg, turned her over first, and dragged her along the rough ground.

Fang Yan had a splitting headache, and dragged her on the ground again. She tried her best to support her head on her neck, trying to avoid the blunt contact between her head and the ground, but she knocked hard on the ground a few times, causing her to faint from the pain.

The person in the dark dragged her to the side of the car parked on the side road, opened the trunk, threw the hammer and dialect bag into it, took out the tape to bind her hands and feet tightly, and took out the rope to move quickly. He tied her tightly and threw her into the trunk like a piece of luggage.

He walked to the front, stood by the door opened by the co-pilot, and made a low voice: "You didn't talk to her, did you?"

The little girl shook her head tearfully.

"Good boy." A big hand touched her head, took out a bottle of drink from the storage box, and unscrewed it: "Drink, delicious grape juice."

He slammed the co-pilot's door, walked around to the driver's seat, turned on the ignition and started the car. Instead of walking in the direction of the main entrance of the community, he kicked the accelerator along the dark side road and disappeared into the darkness.

In the darkness just now, only a red cigarette butt and a pool of blood remained.

Maybe tomorrow morning, the first cyclist will run over that cigarette butt, see the blood and think to himself, I don’t know what kind of animal was crushed by a passing car by accident, maybe a stray dog, maybe It was an even smaller animal, and the carcass had been carried away by the wheels, leaving only a pool of fresh blood.

Who would have thought that a young girl had been here before, she was like a little bug that strayed into a spider's web, was firmly stuck in the sinful web, and used her own blood to explain the meaning of darkness.

The little girl in the passenger seat drank the grape juice and fell asleep, with the crystal clear and sweet grape juice still hanging from her little mouth.The man didn't care about the drink that was dripping under the car seat, so he took the drink bottle and inserted/inserted it into the water cup slot on the car.

Usually at this time, the little girl would have gone to bed early, but these two days she was pulled out to wait for an opportunity on the street.She still doesn't understand what these three words mean, but she knows that she will cry when she is sleepy. Usually, her mother will pat her and hug her to bed when she is crying, but today she can't, she can only stand by the street lamp I was crying myself, but I was constantly told: "Bring big sister here, but don't talk to her."

She was tired and annoyed and scared until the big sister showed up.She took her eldest sister to find her father, and then she could go home and sleep.

The eldest sister was also sleepy, and fell asleep on the street, and the sound of thumping on the ground was scary.

The little girl had a dream. She dreamed that she was singing a song that would never end on the long street. Once the singing stopped, monsters would come out and eat people.She opened her mouth in fear, but she didn't know that she didn't sing a word at all.

The author has something to say:

Did anyone guess who the little girl was as soon as she came out?

The reason for this design is: first, Zhao Liqiang drives a taxi, if it is captured by surveillance video, it is easy to find out his identity.Therefore, leading people to remote roads can avoid cameras.

Second, kidnapping is a labor-intensive task. Even for a woman like dialect, usually multiple adult men commit the crime together. This is the conclusion reached after checking many kidnapping cases. I want to instantly relieve the resistance of an adult. Ability, single player is somewhat difficult, but not impossible.Since there is a shortage of manpower, we rely on intelligence to make up for it.

Third, when the kidnapping was carried out, Wang Zhe was not allowed to appear on the scene because of his specialization in the field. Some people commit crimes by force, and others commit crimes by intelligence. Wang Zhe is very resistant to directly participating in crimes. He believes that he is only guiding criminals throughout the process. , to prevent him from causing direct harm to Mo Jiaxin, and does not agree that he is an accomplice in crime.

The female ghost in "Rouge Button" is really scary. There is also a story where a fortune teller looked at her palm prints and found that her lifeline was black and should not exist in the yang world, so he was so scared that he picked up the bench and ran away.Although it is a love story, the part of encountering ghosts in the city is even more exciting.