in the dark

Song Chan's optimist character determines that he will never calm down, and the main feature is that he often swears.One second he was still sneering with a sullen face, and the next second he can play with people with a smile on his face when the problem is solved.

"So you're a policeman now?" He sat beside Song Nan'an and asked.

"Not counting."

"Then why do you want to chase someone?"

"Coincidentally."

"So what do you usually do?"

Song Nan'an glanced at him, not ready to answer this question.

"Mr. Song is an expert arranged by the superior to assist us in solving the case. He is amazing." The criminal policeman at the side explained with admiration on his face.

Things were very different from what he had expected. Song Chan was very interested and asked, "Expert? What field?"

"Criminal Minds Profile."

"Oh." Song Chan dragged his voice and didn't understand, but it sounded very powerful.

The criminal policeman thought he understood, and nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Song Nan'an didn't care much about himself, he stopped worrying about himself, and successfully chatted with the criminal policeman, and the two chatted all the way.

After a while, I arrived at the police station.Song Chan got out of the car with everyone, and walked in behind Song Nan'an.

"When are you going home?" Song Chan shivered and asked as the temperature was very low at night.

Song Nan'an turned to look at him, and asked without answering, "How long are you going to follow?"

……

In a word, Song Chan's drowsiness was scared away, "Didn't you agree that I will go with you?"

"to my home?"

Song Chan was stunned: "..." No matter where he goes, as long as he doesn't get rid of him.

"Impossible, take care of yourself." Song Nan'an gave him a glance, "Hurry up, don't follow me." As soon as he finished speaking, he walked inside.

"I'm waiting for you."

Song Nan'an didn't stop.

"I'll wait for you!" Song Chan shouted, watching his back getting further and further away.

Want to get rid of him?impossible.Song Chan decided to wait at the door, waiting for him to come out.I can't believe that I can stay in the police station all night.

Although he thought so, but the temperature dropped sharply at night, Song Chan shrugged and paced back and forth, feeling a little irritable.

Two hours have passed, what materials take so long to sort out?

While muttering, a familiar thin figure appeared, holding a stack of documents in his hand.

Song Chan hurriedly went up to greet him, and asked flatteringly, "Shall I help you?"

"Why haven't you left yet?"

He curled his lips: "I've agreed to wait for you... besides, I have nowhere to go now."

"Where's Aunt Xu?" The Aunt Xu that Song Nan'an said was Song Chan's mother.

Song Chan was silent for a few seconds when he heard the word Aunt Xu, then changed his expression, Diao Erlang smiled and said, "It's gone."

Long gone, passed away.

Song Nan'an frowned, and said displeasedly: "How did you become like this?" One must be in awe of the dead, let alone his own mother.

That's not the way you should look when you talk about your mother's death, it's disrespectful.

Song Nan'an looked at him in disbelief, thinking that he had lost all the manners and manners he had learned in the Song family for so many years.The ignorant and ignorant look of a ruffian is the evidence.

"If you stay with us for four years, you will become like me." Song Chan retorted disapprovingly.It is very difficult to get out of the mud without being stained, and he knows that he is not that capable.The social environment made him change, and no matter good or bad, he had no choice but to succumb.

It can't be his fault.

Song Nan'an remained silent, and walked outside past him.

"I'll follow?" Song Chan followed behind him and asked tentatively.

The air seemed to be stagnant, and Song Nan'an strode towards his car silently, leaving only his voice echoing in the open space in front of the police station.

There is a play, Song Chan is secretly happy after trying to figure out his expression.

He lived with Song Nan'an since he was a child, and Song Chan figured out what emotions his behaviors and expressions represented.Take silence for example, don't think that silence is terrible, in fact it is not, Song Nan'an's silence means compromise, it means that he has softened his heart.

In many cases, as long as Song Nan'an doesn't sternly refuse, it means that he can make progress.

He giggled, "If you don't answer, I'll take it as your agreement." He got into the co-pilot without hesitation.

Song Nan'an lived in a villa area in the suburbs, far away from the police station in the city center.

The heater was turned on in the car, and Song Chan started yawning incessantly after sitting in it for a while. He was very sleepy after going through several major events today.

I don't know how long he slept in a daze, but the inertia caused by the sudden braking woke Song Chan up, and he raised his eyes reflexively to look around.

"Here, get out of the car."

"Oh, okay." The temperature was very low, getting out of the car and closing the door, Song Chan tightened his clothes.

As the saying goes, the house leaks happen to rain all night.He was unlucky enough to be chased all the way today, and he threw his bag twice in order to escape. Fortunately, important things such as ID card, bank card, etc. are used to putting them in wallets and pockets, otherwise it would be troublesome to reissue.

Song Nan'an opened the door to change his shoes and entered the room. Song Chan stood at the door and looked inside the room. The decoration style was simple and cool, which was in line with his taste.

Speaking of taste, Song Chan couldn't help but glanced at the suit on Song Nan'an's body, wondering why he was dressed so maturely at such a young age.I looked at myself again, wearing casual sneakers.He sighed, and clicked his tongue two times in self-satisfaction, he didn't realize that he was still so tender after being a rascal for so many years.

Just as he was thinking, Song Nan'an put a pair of slippers under his feet.

"Thank you." He replied with a chuckle, and then patted his clothes symbolically, in case he would get too dirty later and sit on someone else's sofa and stare blankly. He hadn't forgotten that Song Nan'an was a clean freak of.

After entering the house, Song Chan observed the layout of the villa. The area is large but there are not many rooms. Books can be seen everywhere. There are bookshelves on almost every wall. Besides, there are all kinds of daily necessities.

Just when he was sizing up and lamenting that the rich are luxury, Song Nan'an sat down on the sofa with a cup of coffee and looked through the documents, and asked lightly, "Aren't you going to give me a reason?"

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

Song Chan turned his head helplessly, frowning on his fair face, why did he bring up this issue again, "What's the reason?"

"What do you think?" Song Nan'an didn't look at him, staring at the information in his hand and said, "I have no obligation to take care of you."

"You mean you're obligated after I've given the reason?" He slowly changed the subject.

Song Nan'an didn't answer.

Song Chan suddenly had an idea, "You see, how about this? Don't you want to help the police solve the case? If you keep me, you can hire me as an assistant."

"..."

Song Nan'an glanced at him.

He patted his chest and promised: "I don't need salary, just food and housing!"

"..."

"I have learned Sanda. If I were not here today, you would definitely not be able to catch up with criminals, right?"

"..."

"A little follower who can help you chase people and fight, don't you want one?" The dumb brother who had been on the road for at least four years lost face.

quite a while--

"Don't cause trouble." Song Nan'an finally set his eyes on him.

"I promise to listen to you."

Song Chan secretly rejoiced, this is letting go. Fortunately, he has learned the kung fu of slouching, otherwise he would really shrink back under his silence.But after the guarantee, he felt something was wrong. What do you mean he shouldn't cause trouble?

"What do you know?" Song Chanhu asked.

"Know what?" Song Nan'an asked back, and suddenly said: "Know that you are a local rascal?"

"You..." His mother knew all about it and kept asking him for an excuse. Did this person do it on purpose?

Calm down, Song Chan took a deep breath and advised himself not to be as knowledgeable as him.People with high IQs tend to be extremely deficient in some areas.

"From your clothes, conversation and behavior today, it can be seen that you have no serious occupation. The behavior of a young man without a career has a ruffian temperament, and you smoke, a kind of expensive local cigarettes, which shows that You have a certain source of income, besides you can play Sanda—that’s what you said.”

"I……"

"So, under which bully are you working as a rascal and living off protection fees?"

For the first time, I felt that he talked so much.

Song Chan felt that the dignity he had painstakingly maintained had been sunk into the soil by his stepping on it. He shook the corner of his mouth stiffly and laughed nonsense: "Create your own sect, create your own sect, it's nothing to worry about."

Song Nan'an chuckled.

Can't get past this?

Song Chan slandered and then changed the subject: "Which room do I live in?"

"sofa."

"……"so poor.

"The room is not cleaned up, it's late now, sleep on the sofa first."

"Okay. But..." He didn't forget that the only change of clothes he brought was still in the backpack he threw out, "I didn't bring anything with me."

"Shall I wear yours first?" Song Chan asked tentatively.

"You can choose to sleep on the ground with your clothes on."

"Don't, it's so cold in winter, what to do if you freeze up." Song Chan said with a playful smile, his eyes followed him into the bedroom.

Knife mouth tofu heart.

Song Nan'an came out with a set of clothes and put them beside him, "Have a good rest, I'm going out tomorrow morning. There are new toiletries in the bathroom."

Song Chan took the clothes and smiled, "Okay."

Day two.

Song Chan was still asleep when he was awakened by the sound of footsteps beside him, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw the door was open.

The weather was fine, and the warm yellow sun came into the house. I saw Song Nan'an standing at the door against the light, talking to someone.

Song Chan sat up, brushed his hair twice, turned his neck and walked towards the door.

He stood behind Song Nan'an and took a look. He saw a woman standing in front of the door with a bag. She was very young and looked like a college student.

As if in a lifetime, Song Chan was very familiar with the woman standing in front of him, but he hadn't seen him for many years, so he called out for some reason: "Jiaoye."

"Second brother?" Song Jiaoye exclaimed.

"Why, can't you recognize him?" Song Chan smiled, and for the first time the ruffian expression faded from his fair face.

"I recognize it!" Song Jiaoye nodded repeatedly, and rushed to hug Song Chan, with tears in his eyes, "Second brother, I miss you so much, but I couldn't contact you later, my brother never told me what happened."

Song Chan touched Song Jiaoye's head and smiled gently: "Second brother misses you too."

Song Nan'an stood aside and watched silently.

"Brother, why didn't you tell me that you found the second brother?" Song Jiaoye asked with a frown as she wiped away her tears and looked at Song Nan'an.

Song Nan'an replied lightly: "I didn't look for it." He never thought of looking for him.

Song Chan smiled cheerfully and interjected, "He didn't find it, so I posted it on my own initiative."

Song Jiaoye looked at the two of them suspiciously, not understanding what her second brother was saying.

"It's so early in the morning, what are you doing here with your brother?" Song Chan changed the subject, returning to his usual idleness.

"Send the materials." As he said, Song Jiaoye took out a cake from the bag and handed the bag to Song Nan'an.

"Song Jiaoye, how many times have I told you not to put your snacks and my materials together." Song Nan'an frowned and scolded.

"The pocket is so small, there's no room for a piece of pie." Song Jiaoye timidly retorted with her shoulders shrunk.

Feeling helpless, he took the documents and checked them, and said in a deep voice, "Don't do it again."

Song Jiaoye pouted in dissatisfaction, and reluctantly said, "Got it."

Seeing this, Song Chan on the side smiled and patted Song Jiaoye's head, "Why are you still acting like a little girl?"

"No, it's obvious that I'm picky. I asked the boss to wrap my pancakes in three bags. How could it dirty the materials?" Song Jiaoye murmured in Song Chan's ear, apologizing for himself.

"Then..." He only said one word, and the rest was cut off by Song Nan'an in his throat—"Song Chan, hurry up and wash up, we're leaving soon."

After Song Nan'an finished speaking, he turned to Song Jiaoye, and said in a deep voice, "And you too, hurry back to school."

Song Chan winked at Song Jiaoye.I can't save you, so take care of yourself.

"Come back right away." Song Jiaoye could only be obedient.The eldest brother is like a father, and Song Nan'an's majesty in her heart is very great.

After Song Jiaoye left Song Chan and finished washing, Song Nan'an had already tidied up everything, and the documents had been read several times.

"Where are we going today?" Song Chan moved to sit beside him, "Is there anything I can do?"

Song Nan'an: "Hua Yao."

Song Chan thought for a while and asked, "That...an ancient town for tourism?"

In recent years, Huayao has been regarded as one of the popular tourist attractions.The local tourism bureau made Huayao a hit with oil paper crafts and plum appreciation culture as the foothold. Now anyone who loves traveling and leisure knows a little about this ancient town.

"Yeah." Song Nan'an nodded, "There has been no progress in the murder case for three days, so my superiors sent me to assist."

Song Chan said: "I remember that the publicity point of Huayao Ancient Town is to appreciate plum blossoms. It should be the local peak tourist season recently."

"What?" Song Nan'an asked, as if he had something to say.

"It's nothing, I just think...there are so many people in the peak season, so solving the case should be quite troublesome." He chuckled, "Just tell me what you need me to do." Although he didn't know the professional knowledge of solving the case, he did physical work. Son Lai is unambiguous.

Sanda for so many years is not for nothing.

"Naturally." Song Nan'an picked up the key on the table and prepared to go out, "I don't want my assistant to be a waste."

"..." Can you speak properly?Song Chan secretly felt that he would be choked to death sooner or later.

-

It was around five o'clock in the afternoon the next day when the two arrived at Huayao.

This time, a death order was issued from above, and the task of solving the case must be completed within two weeks.Time was running out, and the captain of the local criminal police team in charge of the case called, hoping that Song Nan'an would drive directly to the police station to analyze the case after arriving in Huayao, so that they could start an investigation.

Song Chan sat in the co-pilot, and saw two men in police uniforms waiting at the door from a distance, he turned his head and asked, "Pick you up?"

"Ah."

The two policemen who just got out of the car greeted them, "Mr. Song, our captain is waiting for you in the meeting room."

"I'll be there right away." Song Nan'an nodded and motioned to Song Chan, "Take the file." The thick stack was full of information about Huayao's murder.

Song Chan quickly carried the materials and walked in behind him.