in the dark

The sound came at a bit of an inopportune time, and it sounded extremely frightening, and everyone immediately glanced at each other.

Song Chan, who was originally walking behind Song Nan'an, took a big step forward and walked in front of him.

Wang Dong waved his hand behind him.Two criminal police officers with guns ran forward immediately, and stood sideways by the door of the lounge vigilantly.

Wang Dong cautiously stepped forward to knock on the door, only to hear a muffled sound: "Is anyone there?"

The radio was still playing a bleak opera, sometimes clearly and sometimes stuttering, but no one answered at the door.

Wang Dong waved his hand to the side, and pushed the door open with lightning speed, and two criminal policemen on the side immediately entered with their guns.

no one.

The radio was in the center of the table, and the curtains were swaying slowly in the breeze.

"All the workshops in Qingqifang, the first team searches for people! The second team searches for the murder weapon! Don't let her escape!" Wang Dong snarled, and the criminal police immediately searched other workshops in Qingqifang.

There were only three of them left in the living room.

Holding luminous ammonia in his hand, Song Nan'an stepped forward, staring at the plum blossoms on the pale wall, which were neither bright red nor reddish-brown with dried blood.

"Blood shouldn't be this color." Wang Dong on the side frowned, "So many days have passed, if it was blood, the color should be darker."

Song Nan'an looked at the paint placed in the corner of the wall, and said lightly, "What if the paint and blood are mixed together?"

Wang Dong paused.

"Song Chan, go and close the curtains." Song Nan'an ordered.When the blood reacts with luminol, it will emit a faint fluorescence, which can be seen more clearly in the darker the room.

Song Chan walked to the window.

Wang Dong suddenly noticed something, and squatted down to observe a small drum in the corner. The paint in the bucket was mixed. Compared with the plum blossoms on the wall, it seemed to be the same color.

At this time, Song Nan'an had opened the bottle containing the luminous ammonia, randomly selected a large plum blossom on the wall, took out some luminous ammonia and wiped it on it.

Over time, a faint fluorescence appears on the reddish-brown flowers.

Sure enough, there was blood!

At this moment, in a corner where the three of them didn't pay attention, a figure suddenly jumped out beside the bookcase one person tall.

Tao Fuzi!

They are careless!

The layout of this lounge is strange, it is not an ordinary rectangle, Tao Fuzi is thin and small, hiding there completely without attracting everyone's attention!

I saw Tao Fuzi holding a knife and approaching Song Nan'an standing in front of the plum blossom painting.

Wang Dong, who was squatting in the corner studying the paint in the bucket, had no time to react, and with his back turned to that side, he couldn't be rescued at all.

On the other side, when Song Chan turned his head and saw a figure jumping out, he frowned. This distance couldn't be as easy as kicking Li Jie's knife last time.

It was too late to say it, but his only reaction was to run over, even if he used his hands, he couldn't hurt Song Nan'an in the slightest.

Thinking of this, without the slightest hesitation, the figure rushed over there.

Suddenly, only a muffled hum was heard.

When Song Nan'an turned his head, he saw that the five fingers of Song Chan's left hand were bleeding profusely, and the gleaming knife was shackled in his hand.

It's a good one to pick up the sword with an empty hand.

"Does it hurt? Does it hurt?" Tao Fuzi let out a giggle with his hair disheveled, his eyes were terribly red, and said, "Your blood, look at your blood, it's so red, it's dirty My skirt is gone, my white skirt!"

"My mother bought me a new dress!" The girl's shrill voice was terrified at this moment.

Song Chan didn't dare to let go, and kept holding the knife tightly, the veins on his neck swelled up, and the blood began to drip down.

The time was so short that he didn't have time to think, but there was a reason why he chose to hold the knife with his left hand - he didn't delay for a moment, and his right hand suddenly grabbed Tao Fuzi's neck.

After being strangled by the neck, Tao Fuzi's face turned red and purple, and he was short of breath, but he still had a distorted smile on his face: "Haha, you hit me, why are you so...so many people like to hit me .”

"You hit, uncle hits, dad hits too, hahaha, that's great, hit me all." Tao Fuzi stared at Song Chan with his eyes wide open, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito: "You...you want to die too Bar?"

Song Chan didn't have time to answer, his complexion was very gloomy, the pain in his left hand continued to increase, and he didn't dare to relax his right hand.

Fortunately, Wang Dong arrived in time and stopped the movement neatly. He raised his hand and released Tao Fuzi's wrist holding the knife, took out the handcuffs and handcuffed him neatly.

Tao Fuzi seemed to have lost his sense of pain, still giggling, and the white gauze skirt was stained with a lot of blood.

Bai Huanghuang's knife fell to the ground and made a screeching sound. Song Chan heaved a sigh of relief, and his left hand, which was still dripping blood, was hanging limply. The pain caused him to half-squat on the ground and gasped for breath: "This is a fucking lunatic."

Tao Fuzi was still struggling in Wang Dong's hand: "I'm not crazy! You are! You are! Hahaha!"

In the blink of an eye, everything has settled down.

Song Nan'an hurriedly squatted beside Song Chan to check his injuries, and frowning, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket to call an ambulance.

Rapid breaths spat on the wrists.

Song Chan could feel Song Nan'an's shock and uneasiness, because his hands were shaking slightly when he held the phone.

He pulled out a smile, it was really painful, and the smile was not good-looking: "I can't die...don't be nervous." He was so painful that he spoke intermittently: "But I... I want to ask, do you always think about it every time you think about it?" ...you can't pay attention to your surroundings?"

Silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Nan'an lowered his eyes and said, "I'm sorry."

Song Chan's heart suddenly softened when he heard what he said, but he did not forget to take advantage of it: "Then treat it as if you owe me once...what will I ask you to do in the future...don't refuse."

……

The knife cannot be held in vain, and the blood cannot be shed in vain.

"it is good."

Song Chan: "..." What's the matter with suddenly wishing to be hacked a few more times?

But... It hurts so much, it hurts so much that he wants to roll twice on the ground.

"Captain Wang, we found it. Lumino's reaction showed that it was this one!" A criminal policeman ran in and was stunned seeing the blood all over the ground and Tao Fuzi who had been subdued.

Wang Dong ordered in a rough voice: "What are you doing with the pestle? Hurry up and put her in the police car!"

"Yes!" The criminal policeman stepped forward.

As soon as he walked in, Tao Fuzi suddenly laughed again, sharp and desolate, and the criminal policeman trembled in fright.

"I'm fucking handcuffed, you're afraid of a ball!" Wang Dong glanced at it, and spat, "You've got a lot of guts, hurry up!"

The criminal policeman was scolded, and quickly stepped forward to escort Tao Fuzi away.

Seeing that the person had been taken out, Wang Dong said to Song Nan'an, "Mr. Song, you may need to go to the police station to make a summary for us."

As soon as the voice fell, the ambulance came.

Song Chan squatted on the ground and blinked at Song Nan'an.I thought to myself, should you go to the police station or accompany me to the hospital, my blood was shed for you.

Song Nan'an glanced at the people squatting on the ground.

When Song Chan saw him looking at him, he gasped "hissingly" and muttered in his mouth, "It hurts, it hurts to death."

It can also act as a demon, which means that the finger has not been cut off by a knife.

Song Nan'an: "Let's sum it up and do it at night."

It wasn't an urgent matter at first, Wang Dong smiled and said: "It's fine, then do it at night." He called a criminal policeman from outside and said, "Accompany Mr. Song and the others to the hospital later!"

"Yes!"

"No need, no need." Song Chan refused again and again, his face deformed in pain, but he didn't forget what he wanted to say: "I can't do anything if I go."

Wang Dong pondered: "This can be regarded as a work-related injury."

Song Chan looked at Song Nan'an, still panting when he spoke: "No need, he was the one who hired me... not you." The pain was not to the point of confusion, "Besides, Mr. Song will give me a subsidy You don't have to worry."

Song Nan'an: "..."

Hospital

After a doctor's examination, Song Chan did not hurt his tendons or bones.Although a lot of blood was left, he was able to master some skills in that grip at that time, and escaped the fate of being disabled with his left hand.

Since there was no muscle or bone injury, but it was a little more serious than a flesh injury, there was no need to be hospitalized, and it was enough for the nurse to bandage it.

"Hiss, I said big sister, can't you be gentle?" Song Chan gasped in pain, "My fingers are not wood!"

Song Nan'an and Song Chan are both good-looking. The nurse was a little shy when they first saw each other. Now Song Chan is still complaining nonchalantly, and immediately blushes, and timidly said: "It's already very light."

Song Chan didn't deliberately try to make things difficult, it was really painful: "Trouble less." He took out his good right hand and compared it a little bit.

The nurse said cautiously, "Okay."

Song Nan'an stood aside without saying a word.

Song Chan suddenly thought of the time when Li Jie bumped into him last time, and asked, "Do you want to show your stomach to the doctor?"

Song Nan'an: "No need."

Song Chan began to talk badly every day: "If something really happens, don't hold it up, don't hold it up, if you have internal bleeding or something, you will lose a lot."

Song Nan'an: "..."

Song Chan curled his lips: "Forget it, you won't listen even if I tell you."

Song Nan'an didn't answer, but asked after a while, "Is there anything you want to eat? I'll go buy it."

The question came at the right time, just as he was hungry, Song Chan thought for a moment, then he said, "Order takeaway. I want hot and sour potato shreds, chili fried pork, garlic eggplant, um... let's have seaweed egg soup!" "

Realizing something was wrong after speaking, Song Chan asked suspiciously: "Do you have Alipay? If not, you can have money on WeChat."

Song Nan'an: "...No."

Song Chan put on an expression that I knew you didn't have, and turned sideways to motion him to take his mobile phone.

The sister nurse at the side had already started wrapping gauze on Song Chan's left hand, but she didn't expect to raise her eyes inadvertently and saw something extraordinary - a couple's mobile phone case.

The same style, one left and one right letter s, if it is not used by couples, she will explode in place.

The sister nurse forcibly suppressed the burning soul of a rotten girl in her heart, pretending to be calm and continuing to bandage Song Chan.

No, what did he just say?

Fried pork with chili?Hot and sour potato shreds?

If you are injured, you can't eat spicy food!

The sister nurse, adhering to the idea that professionalism is above all else, reminded Song Chan: "Your hands look like this...you can't eat spicy food." After speaking, she glanced at Song Chan and then at Song Nan'an.

After watching the latter, she didn't look away, and she emphasized to Song Nan'an: "Yes, he can't eat spicy food." Gong is generally more powerful?

Song Nan'an nodded: "I won't allow him to eat spicy food."

Sure enough, a woman's sixth sense is very accurate.The nurse sister yelled "nice" in her heart and made up a big show in her mind.

Song Chan: "..." Where do you put me?

Song Nan'an stuffed both mobile phones back into Song Nan'an's pocket, "I'll go and see if there is a porridge shop nearby."

"Yes." The nurse sister was very kind: "Turn left when you leave the hospital, there are at least three shops within 50 meters that buy porridge!"

Song Chan: "..." Big sister, I'm afraid I have enmity with you, right?

"Come on, why don't you go, the dressing is almost finished anyway, so you won't have to carry it around." Song Chan said to Song Nan'an, "Go to the store to eat after the dressing is finished."

Song Nan'an nodded in agreement.

After bandaging and taking the medicine, the two left the hospital.

Sitting in the porridge shop, Song Chan held up his left hand, which was wrapped like a rice dumpling, and sighed: "Oh! Did the nurse give me anesthesia?"

Song Nan'an ate the millet porridge in the porcelain bowl, and asked lightly, "Nurses are qualified to administer anesthesia?"

"Then why do I feel weak all over?" Song Chan glanced at the person who was eating porridge in front of him.I really envy Song Nan'an's mouth, he can eat porridge hand-fed by Song Nan'an.

Song Nan'an raised his eyes and glanced at his left hand.

Song Chan shook his shoulders, his arms shook weakly, and said, "Especially the two arms, I have no strength."

Song Nan'an put down the spoon: "Are you really weak?"

I feel sorry for myself for not doing something while I was injured, Song Chan pretended to be sick, "Well, I have no strength."

As soon as the words were finished, Song Nan'an stood up and walked towards the busy shop owner.

Song Chan was taken aback by his reaction.The plot is wrong, shouldn't it be picking up the bowl in front of him and feeding him porridge? What's going on now?Wouldn't it be that you want to pay the waiter to feed you?He didn't want to be mistaken for a cripple.

Song Chan hurriedly walked towards Song Nan'an: "Hey—" Before he could finish speaking, Song Nan'an had turned around, holding a straw in his hand.

Song Chan: "..." How can I refuse?It's not easy to hold a bowl and use a straw. If you have the strength to hold a bowl, why don't you have the strength to hold a spoon?

But... since you can't hold a bowl... imagine yourself bending over the table to suck porridge with a straw in your hands, while Song Nan'an is sitting in front of you holding a spoon in a dignified figure... This contrasts...

Song Chan's smile was a little stiff: "Suck... a straw?"

"Aren't you weak?" Song Nan'an unpacked the straw and put it into Song Chan's bowl.

Song Chan: "..." Is it okay to suddenly have it?

Song Chan had a big appetite, so he ordered a big bowl of lotus seed porridge as soon as he entered the store.The boss is also an honest person, the bowl is big and deep, and the porridge is very generous.

Song Chan glanced at the straw standing in the bowl, it was placed very deep, the bottom of the straw should be the bottom of the porridge.

This breath should burn your mouth, right?Can't it be placed on the surface?

Seeing that he hadn't moved, Song Nan'an said, "The straw should be very convenient."

Song Chan smiled perfunctorily, and said nonsense: "Haha, it's very convenient, free your hands and be free." Since it's convenient, why don't you come too?

Song Nan'an had finished eating, put down his spoon and said, "Eat quickly, you have to go to the police station after eating."

"Let it cool down, it's too hot." This excuse is not nonsense, it can be delayed for a while.

Song Nan'an stopped talking, and sat in front of Song Chan and watched.

Song Chan: "Do you want to play with your mobile phone?" If you are distracted, you don't have to stare at him, and you don't have to watch him eat.

Song Nan'an didn't know why: "Spending time on the phone—"

Song Chan hastily stopped, because he really didn't want to listen to Tang Seng's chanting, "Hey - why do I only have one pack of cotton swabs? Not enough! Or... can you please go and buy me another four or five packs?"

Afraid of being rejected, Song Chan added pitifully: "Anyway, you've finished eating, and I got hurt again..."

If it wasn't for the injury, Song Chan would never have the confidence to order Song Nan'an to do something.

Song Nan'an: "Wait here for me after eating."

"okay!"

The author has something to say: Today is still updated, but tomorrow it should really not be updated. T_T