in the dark

Song Chan had followed Song Nan'an through several detours on the road.A tractor loaded with a cart of unknown objects that looked like mud drove past, kicking up dust all over the sky.

Song Chan stretched out his hand and flapped his nose several times, "Don't you know him well? Why don't you even know where the police station is?"

"He used to be at the Meicheng General Bureau, but he was sent here recently because of this case." Song Nan'an looked around and explained, "I haven't been here before."

Song Chan clutched the phone that had just hung up, and asked, "Then we'll just stand here and wait for him to pick it up?" It seemed that there was no other way, as this person didn't know the way.

Song Nan'an nodded.The two were chatting, and another tractor drove by the side of the road. There were two men sitting in front of the car, one wearing a straw hat. At first glance, they seemed to be elderly, about 60 or [-] years old.Sitting next to the old man was a younger-looking man with a round face.

There was another burst of dust, Song Chan covered his mouth and nose.This is not good in the countryside. Many roads are not paved with cement, either some stones or the most primitive yellow mud. When the weather is dry and the sun shines for a while, layers of dust will rush to the face.

Song Chan pulled Song Nan'an to the side of the road, standing in a very remote corner.It's really too much dust, I'm afraid I will get tuberculosis if I smoke too much.

Song Nan'an was dragged obediently to a corner.

Song Chan cursed: "Couldn't the local government improve this road? It's a lot of soil. If it rains, you'll have to wrestle while walking?" Probably they are all guys who are full and don't care about other people's life or death. At that time, he flashed his waist.

Just as he was thinking, Song Chan inadvertently looked at the tractor that was the culprit. Due to the orientation problem, he stood on the side and could only see the young man with a round face.

At this time, I saw that the man was also looking at Song Chan, smiling at him, his black eyes were firmly locked on him, and his mouth was wide open.

"Fuck, what the hell?" Song Chan was so frightened that he swears.It's okay to smile at him, and it's not uncommon for strangers to nod and smile these days, but what does it mean that the big brother is smiling innocently at him?The standard eight-tooth smile looks like a doll in a suit on the market!

How fucking weird!

Song Nan'an who heard the voice followed Song Chan's line of sight, the man's expression did not change, he was still staring at Song Chan with a smile.

"You know him?" Song Nan'an felt strange in his heart, looked back at Song Chan and asked.

"How is it possible!" Song Chan shrank his neck, feeling that he was really frightened by that smile: "This is my first time in this town. I'm not familiar with you!"

Song Nan'an didn't doubt that he was there, and looked at the tractor that was gradually driving into the distance.The man stared at it for more than ten seconds before turning his head away.

Song Chan stroked his hair, and said irritably, "Is this fucking crazy or a fool? He deliberately wants me to not sleep at night?" He pinched himself, and asked doubtfully, "Is he just laughing at me?" ?” I guess I couldn’t believe my eyes a bit.

"Yes." Song Nan'an gave an affirmative answer, and then added: "It's very similar to you."

Song Chan: "..." That man smiled like a two hundred and five, can I be like him?

"I... am I laughing so stupidly?" After a moment of stunned, Song Chan asked along the lines of the conversation, and the two of them changed the topic inexplicably.Little episode, didn't take it to heart.

"Yes." Song Nan'an raised his eyelids and replied lightly.

"..." Song Chan smirked: "Really, I always thought..." Someone didn't continue, after all, he always thought that he was smiling handsomely and handsomely.I'd better shut up first, and save my face.

Both of them were silent for a while, and thought of this town for some reason, Song Chan asked, "Don't you think this place is strange?" The exact opposite thing.

Song Nan'an had no expression on his face, waiting for the next sentence.

Song Chan counted them one by one: "Look, the murderer burned two people to death and buried them behind the temple; every household believes in gods and worships Buddha, and there are such mysterious things as pulling people... Well, and just now! That car The people on the scene smiled at me! You scare me to death with a ghostly look!" I was a little emotional while talking.

Song Nan'an glanced at him and said indifferently: "It's a small probability event."

"Huh? Which event has a low probability?" Song Chan didn't know whether he was referring to all or only one event.

"Smile at you." Song Nan'an said, his tone was unpredictable: "You should guess right."

Song Chan's mind was full of question marks: "..." Why is it so difficult to communicate.It's not good to cherish words like gold to such an extent, and it made him think for a long time what he was talking about after saying a word.

Song Chan tentatively asked: "You mean that man is really a lunatic, and it is a small probability that a lunatic smiles at me?"

"if not?"

Song Chan: "..." He even guessed and got the answer right

Song Nan'an flung out a sentence, "Don't you think you have a crush on you?"

Song Chan: "..." Please don't talk, please.

Song Chan hurriedly organized his words in his mind, trying to explain in a serious way: "I've said it all and I'm afraid he laughed so hard, how could I think he's taken a fancy to me?"

It is estimated that only those who are very idle will discuss this kind of topic. Yes, the two of them are hanging on the main road waiting for someone to pick them up. They are indeed very idle.

"It has nothing to do with me, I just mentioned it casually." Song Nan'an glanced at him very casually, and replied: "There is no need to explain."

"I... didn't specifically explain it." Song Chan gritted his teeth and emphasized the word deliberately.

Song Nan'an looked at the other side of the road, as if he was just waiting for a car to pick up someone, and hummed indifferently.

"Huh?" Song Chan was a little furious.

"The car is coming." Song Nan'an looked ahead.

A black private car parked in front of them. He Yang was wearing casual clothes and opened the car window, revealing a heroic face: "Get in the car, and finish the dinner first." Don't say it, if it is said that He Yang is them The police grass guarantees that everyone will believe it.His appearance is masculine, with thick eyebrows and deep features, coupled with a straight police uniform, he will definitely attract little girls to look at him more.

He Yang took the two of them to a very distinctive local restaurant, and there were quite a lot of people in the restaurant.

"This was recommended by Xiaogao and the others, and they gave me a discount coupon. We haven't seen each other for a long time, so we can get together." He Yang said to Song Nan'an, picked a seat in the box and sat down, extinguished cigarettes.

The waiter walked into the box and asked, "May I order now? There are a lot of people today, and the food may be served slowly."

"Order." He Yang took the menu, the air conditioner in the box was turned on and the temperature was a little high, he quickly took off his jacket, and picked out several favorite dishes with a big hand.

Since there are many people, the natural taste will not be bad.

"You don't like spicy food, don't you?" He smiled and said to Song Nan'an, "I ordered some light food for you."

Song Nan'an nodded and said nothing.

Song Chan, who was playing with his mobile phone, looked up at He Yang, and suddenly put the mobile phone on the table.The sound insulation effect of the box is pretty good, and no one is talking, so a not-so-loud sound attracted the other two people to look at him.

He Yang seemed to have noticed Song Chan just now, and smiled and pushed the menu in front of him: "You can order what you want, you are welcome." This attitude is a bit like the elder brother caring for his younger brother.

Song Chan felt upset, "No need, I'll eat whatever he eats." He glanced at Song Nan'an, "I also like light food." People who want to mix some chili powder into the cabbage.

Song Nan'an looked at Song Chan suspiciously.

Song Chan avoided his sight, lowered his head and continued playing with his mobile phone.

"Okay, then you two will eat light food, and I will eat spicy food!" He Yang smiled and handed the menu to the waiter.

"Did you visit a lot of places this afternoon? Did you find anything new?" The two entered a serious topic.

Song Nan'an casually pointed his fingers on the table: "It's time for analysis."

He Yang put on an appearance that I knew you were reliable: "Okay, let's start searching directly after the analysis." He has been anxious about this case.Two children were burned to death in a row, and they did not know the motive of the murderer, so it is impossible to determine whether the murderer will continue to commit murder. If so, they must stop it as soon as possible. Human life is a matter of fate. the duty of the police.

For many one-child families, one child often symbolizes the whole family.

Seeing that the dishes would take a long time to arrive, Song Nan'an called out to the person sitting beside him who was focusing on the phone with his head down: "Song Chan, the phone is recording."

"Use mine." He Yang said hastily.He understands Song Nan'an's character very well. He hates trouble and chooses the simplest way to do things as much as possible, such as doing analysis. He will never spend time analyzing the second time after the first analysis.

Unexpectedly, before the words were finished, Song Chan took out Song Nan'an's mobile phone from another pocket, quickly opened the recording and put it on the table.

Although he kept his head down as if he was playing with his mobile phone, he was actually listening to what the two people in front of him said very seriously.

Song Nan'an pondered for a moment and said: "The murderer is over 40 years old, and his family situation is in the upper middle class in the local area."

"First of all, since the incident, the local police station has not received a report about the child's disappearance. That is to say, there are two possibilities. Either the person who burned the child was the one who should have reported the child's disappearance, or the child They are not locals. If it is the second possibility, it will involve a deeper criminal network, child abduction and trafficking."

"Here we can rule out the first possibility. If the two children are locals, and they have been missing for a period of time, someone will definitely ask about their situation. At this time, the guardian cannot delay the relationship."

"Then there is only the second possibility, child abduction. If the two children come from traffickers, it means that the murderer must have the financial conditions to buy the two children. Considering the fact that most of the local people are children and the elderly, The age of the murderer will not be younger than 40 years old, and the family situation is relatively good."

"Besides, the murderer's thoughts are very superstitious. This superstition is not only deeply rooted in the minds of the older generation, but also because of some special circumstances in the family that lead to extreme elements in the murderer's behavior." Song Nan'an finished. paused.

At this time, both He Yang and Song Chan's gazes were narrowed to Song Nan'an, listening to the analysis attentively.

When it came to superstition, He Yang thought of something, and said suddenly: "By the way, news came from the forensic department today that the characters on the pendants hanging around the necks of the two children are the same. According to the arrangement, there should be dozens of them. They said that the burn was too serious to make an accurate judgment, but some of them can be clearly identified." He took out his mobile phone and called up the photos and handed them to Song Nan'an.

The photos have been professionally enlarged, and the characters are very small, and they are all engraved on the pendant one by one.

There are three characters for woman, An Le, and fetus, and there is another character that Song Chan didn't recognize at the scene - Tuo.

Song Nan'an put down his cell phone, "Tuo." He recited silently, and chuckled with ambiguous meaning: "It's related to the Buddha."

He Yang frowned and asked, "Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure about this word before it comes out." Song Nan'an's tone was firm: "It's confirmed now."

As soon as the words fell, Song Chan immediately found the photos taken in Han Po's yard on his mobile phone, and after looking through several photos, he suddenly found that there was also the word Tuo on the red ribbon hanging on the evergreen tree!

This is obtained from the hand of the leader, and it is used to worship Buddha and ask for a child!

Song Chan understood in an instant.

Song Nan'an continued: "The fire, the earth temple, the pendant engraved with Tuo characters, combined with the feudal and superstitious atmosphere of Yao Town, it can be seen that the murderer burned the two children to death must have some kind of superstitious purpose."

"The scope given now is still very wide, and the murderer's motive for the murder cannot be determined. That is to say, the first step that needs to be done now is to find someone from Yao Town."

He Yang was puzzled: "Take someone?"

Song Chan on the side explained succinctly: "It is dedicated to solving problems that science cannot solve for the local people. I heard that I can watch Feng Shui meetings... and can help the local people find a child, and specialize in superstitious things."

"If what you said about seducing people is related to this case. If they can do this kind of thing that instigates people to kill and set fire, they will definitely not tell the truth." He Yang pondered for a moment: "You can't startle the snake, it seems...or you can only do it in private. Inquired."

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." The three stopped discussing.

The waiter came in pushing a wooden plate with vegetables on it, "Do you want a drink?"

"No, I'll drive later." He Yang refused as if in an official tone, and asked the two opposite people with a smile: "Do you want something to drink?"

Song Nan'an flatly refused.

"What about you? Coke?" He Yang asked Song Chan.

Song Chan: "..." Coke?I still have Sprite!It seems that this is really treating him as a younger brother?

"Coke kills sperm, don't you know?" Song Chan raised his eyebrows and looked at He Yang unkindly.I don't know what's wrong, the two people's auras are just at odds.

Oh no, I can't say that I don't know what's wrong, there are still reasons.Song Chan typically can't understand He Yang's attitude towards his elders and juniors, and at the same time...he also can't understand his...intimacy when he talks to Song Nan'an.

All this made him feel very uncomfortable.This meal can be said to be very unhappy.

He Yang laughed amused by Song Chan's words, completely ignoring the strong sense of repulsion in his eyes: "Alright then, drink tea, let's drink tea!"

Song Chan glanced at him, felt upset and stopped talking.