in the dark

After a long delay and several attempts during the period, Song Nan'an was finally able to make a sound, and the tingling was still there, so he could only barely endure the extreme discomfort and said hoarsely: "You shouldn't...do this..." Pain, Even uttering a single word will bring burning pain, so it should be because of the medicine that damaged the vocal cords.

The man didn't seem to hear clearly, he touched the stubble on his chin with his hand, and the hazy white smoke of cigarettes lingered around his rough face, "Okay, don't waste your energy, be careful to be dumb!" He paused After a pause, he smiled indifferently, "Oh, I forgot, it doesn't matter whether a dying person is dumb or not."

He bit the death word very hard, as if there was a sense of threat in it.

But Song Nan'an's reaction was very flat. Since Song Chan had already called, it meant that they had already dispatched, and now he only needed to ask the question he wanted to ask, and then delay the time as much as possible, or... Help yourself if possible.

"Why?" Song Nan'an asked in a low voice, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Although the truth has come to light now, the cracking of a case is like frying a dish, and getting a finished product with a good color and flavor is just the last step. Besides, we must know what the materials are. The same reason can be obtained in a case The truth is only the last step, but the background, time, place, motivation, process, etc. are equally important.

The result has been obtained, and what needs to be done now is to fill in the details step by step. Song Nan'an glanced at his mobile phone on the back right. Even if his hands are tied, he must get the mobile phone when Bu Huajun is not paying attention.

"Why? You asked me why?" The man suddenly laughed madly: "Didn't I say it? I can't lift my head! Why do other people have children and daughters in their families, and everyone is healthy? Why should I His son is a fool? Why? Do you think God is fair?!"

"I've lived most of my life without doing anything evil! But I've been laughed at for most of my life!"

Seeing that Bu Huajun was agitated, Song Nan'an purposefully added fuel to the flames: "The death of the two children is an evil thing." As he spoke, his body inadvertently moved a little to where his phone was.

"I wanted to save myself! Save my family, save my brothel! I can't have no successor!" He said angrily throwing away the cigarette butt, "Do you know how much it cost me to buy two children! ?” Bu Huajun slipped his tongue in a hurry, but when he realized it, he quickly kept silent.

Song Nan'an snorted coldly, deliberately provoking anger.The body gently moved towards the phone again.Very good, now the phone has been placed in a blind spot. From this angle, Bu Huajun can only see him but not the phone.

"Okay, I'm not afraid of anything now!" He took the bait easily, and said out like a broken can, "The two children were bought and spent all the savings in the family, and I was looking forward to burning them down." In order for my daughter-in-law to get pregnant and have another child with a handle!"

"This is a method left by our ancestors that will not be passed on to the outside world! Seeing the childish popularity, Zhenhuo will ensure that my son will arrive smoothly!" His tone is very similar to that of a cult believer, with a strange confidence, like It has been brainwashed.

Song Nan'an looked indifferent, and continued to ask: "So what? Your son is here?" The mobile phone is already close at hand, and the last step is only a small step away.

"Wait! It's coming soon! Wait!" Bu Huajun said confidently.

Two centimeters, one centimeter, finally met!Song Nan'an hurriedly dealt with it: "If you do these things, your children will be disappointed in you."

"Disappointed?" Bu Huajun smiled fearlessly, "An idiot and another will marry out after all, so why not be disappointed? When I have a son, I won't be disappointed!"

"is it?"

"Yes! Why not!"

There are too many alleys in Kiln Town, long and narrow, extending in all directions, and one turn may face three or four fork roads.Song Chan was already in a hurry at the moment, no one answered the call to Song Nan'an, and no one answered the call to Bu Huajun. If he used satellite positioning for the mobile phone, it would be too late at this time, so he could only meet up with He Yang first.

"This is the only kiln in your family?" Song Chan asked the woman in front of her who was at a loss because she couldn't make a call with her mobile phone.

"Only...only this one."

"Where's the house? Or something else, as long as it belongs to your family, tell me!"

"No...not anymore." She cried heavily.

Song Chan was pacing irritably, his mind was in a mess, the only thing he was thinking about at the moment was whether Song Nan'an would be in danger, and what to do if something happened, Song Jiaoye would blame him, and everyone in the Song family didn't care. Will let him go...he won't let himself go!

Obviously, such an accident could have been avoided if he had been more careful. If the two of them had been more cautious and not acted separately, such a thing would never have happened. He knew that it was easy for him to ignore things around him when he was thinking about problems. All the fighting and cursing that he didn't want to do should be done by himself...but the blood on the ground, the blood on the broken glass... he didn't dare to watch it a second time, he was hurt!

If a man who is cruel enough to burn two young children to death goes mad, the consequences will be unimaginable, not to mention that as a team expert of the police station, he is supposed to know all the details about this case. Kidnapping, the murderer must want to kill someone!

Song Chan, whose thoughts were in confusion, suddenly heard the buzzing vibration of the mobile phone, and woke up instantly. He thought it was He Yang's call, but when he saw the words Song Nan'an on the screen, his heart skipped a beat, and he answered the phone with slightly trembling hands. After the pass, I hurriedly put it in my ear!

Before he could speak, an unclear voice came from the other end—"Do you really think children are important?" Still cold, it was Song Nan'an.

Unable to figure out the situation, Song Chan suppressed his overjoyed heart and dared not make a sound.

——"Important! I want a son! A healthy son!" A familiar rough voice.

——“No, you are looking at this matter with prejudice.”

——"You don't understand!" The owner of the voice was very angry.

——"I don't understand your mood, but," Song Nan'an on the other end of the phone obviously paused, "I won't have children in the future, and I will have to bear the curious scrutiny of the world in the future. We are the same on this point of."

The rough voice was quiet for a moment.

——"I won't have a wife, so I won't have a son, and I may suffer more prejudice than you in the future."

--"why?"

——"Because I like a man."

--"man?"

——"Yes, a man, his name is Song Chan, and we started here."

——"You mean you like men?" The rough voice was obviously in shock, "You...you stop talking nonsense! You are changing the subject! Delaying time!" The voice changed from shock to anger.

Song Chan, who was holding the phone, was stunned when he heard the previous words, until the words "we started here" came to his ears, and the whole person began to run out regardless!

corner!The corner in the alley, the corner very close to here, the corner where I confessed!

Song Nan'an stared at Bu Huajun: "I'm just telling the truth. It's just your prejudice."

"You just want to delay time! It must be!" Bu Huajun tightly gripped the knife in his hand.

Song Nan'an was silent for a while, "So what do you want to do?"

Bu Huajun seemed to be yelling: "How to do it? I tied you here, what do you think I will do?!"

Song Nan'an raised his eyebrows: "Murder to silence?"

Bu Huajun laughed: "That's smart, oh yes, I almost forgot, you are an expert." The mood seemed crazy, "Time is running out, hehe, time is running out!"

Song Nan'an looked at him and asked seriously, "Do you know how long the sentence will be for killing a policeman?"

"I burned two of them to death, are you afraid of killing another one?" He waved the knife in his hand that reflected the shiny metal luster.

Song Nan'an rolled his eyelids, "Kill me?"

"Aren't you afraid?" Bu Huajun asked Fox, seeing his indifferent appearance.

"I..." Song Nan'an smiled faintly, and said in a deep voice, "Do you think I'm afraid?" The surrounding area was silent, and there was nothing but the conversation between the two in the small corner, and everything seemed to be locked down. Press the deceleration key, only the leaves are falling.

Before the words were finished, and before Bu Huajun had time to respond, he saw a black shadow flash past in the alley on the right!

Song Chan, who had been observing the timing for a long time, ran out from the side with his mobile phone in his hand, kicked Bu Huajun's knee hard, and then a voice came—"He's not afraid!"

"—I should ask you this question!" Song Chan said sharply, moving quickly without giving Bu Huajun time to react, he kicked Bu Huajun to the ground several times one after another, and stepped on his back.The knife had fallen from his hand.

Bu Huajun let out a muffled grunt, then gasped again and again, his whole face was pressed against the rubble and was about to be squeezed out of shape.

Song Chan frowned, bowed his waist, and the strength on his feet became stronger and stronger with his movements, until the bow reached the lowest point, he raised his hand and easily removed Bu Huajun's two arms.

A sharp roar came, and Bu Huajun lay on the ground, his face pale with pain, and his forehead began to sweat.

Song Chan glanced at him in disgust, lifted his foot, let go, turned around, and walked towards Song Nan'an without a trace of expression on his face.

The villain has his own law to punish him, he doesn't want to get his hands and feet dirty, not to mention that the whole heart is not attached to the villain in front of him, he just blames himself, especially himself, and blames himself for not doing what he should do.The blood on the broken glass flashed through his mind again, it was Song Nan'an's blood.

The knife happened to fall in front of Song Nan'an.

Song Chan picked up the knife, went to Song Nan'an and squatted down, lowered his head and cut off the hemp rope tied to his hand. With a casual glance, he saw a wound on his right hand, which was cut by a sharp object. It was a long one, and the blood had dried off.

Song Chan touched the wound lightly, and didn't even realize that his hands were trembling slightly. He didn't raise his head and didn't speak, his heart was filled with boredom.When I couldn't find anyone, I was terrified, and when I heard the voice, I was ecstatic. Now I have nothing but self-blame, because I couldn't do anything well.

After a long silence, Song Chan murmured, "Fortunately, you're fine." His head was always hanging down.

"Well, it's okay." Song Nan'an's voice was still hoarse.

The voice came into his ears, Song Chan lowered his head lower, and murmured: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Blame him, blame him, nothing can be done well.

"You did a good job, don't say sorry." Song Nan'an moved his numb wrist.

The hatchback was silent, and the air was stagnant in the cramped corner.

"I'm very scared." Fearing that something might happen to you, the last sentence choked in his throat and he didn't say it, but when he said the first sentence, Song Chan's tone was unprecedentedly serious.Until now, he still feels that he is still in the air, the sense of weightlessness, the strong sense of weightlessness makes people feel uneasy, he floats in the air, flustered and blamed himself, but no one can save him.

He wants to do something, and only by doing something can he keep his feet on the ground.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Song Nan'an looked at the hair twirling on Song Chan's head, and gradually realized that Song Chan might be really scared.

Song Chan couldn't get rid of the sense of heaviness, but felt that his whole mind was in a daze, muddled, and suddenly, as if he suddenly thought of something, he raised his head and approached Song Nan'an in an upward posture.

When their lips touched, Song Chan leaned closer as if looking for a sense of existence, and stretched out his tongue to brush Song Nan'an's teeth, not heavy but slightly unfamiliar.

In such a space, every breath will be magnified, and both of them are frozen.

Song Nan'an froze for a few seconds, then began to respond, hugged Song Chan and pressed him slightly.He can understand Song Chan's anxiety, and now, he is willing to act as the person who comforts him.

……

"Oh my mother!" He Yang covered his eyes and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Fortunately, I was the one who searched here, it would be terrible for others to see it! Hurry up, don't gnaw!"

Song Chanteng stood up abruptly, talking shamelessly to cover up his embarrassment, "You're a fucking snail, right? You're only here now?"

Song Nan'an straightened his clothes and watched the two of them bickering with a flat face.

He Yang rolled his eyes: "You can see where you have positioned me, and where are you standing now, can you howl again?!"

Song Chan said stiffly: "It's very close! It's time to take a pee!"

"Who can find it in such a ghost horn?!"

"Didn't you find it?" Song Chan lifted his eyelids, and his idle demeanor returned.

Song Nan'an interrupted, "Okay, take him to the police station first."

He Yang seemed to notice Song Nan'an at this moment, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?" He looked him up and down several times while talking, and when he saw the injury on his hand, he quickly grabbed it, "How did you do this?"

"Let go of your claws!" Seeing this scene, Song Chan slapped He Yang's hand with all his strength.

"Hiss—" He Yang gasped and roared, "Iron Sand Palm, you! I'm going to be disabled!"

"Who asked you to owe it?" Song Chan shook his head in an extremely embarrassing manner.

"Okay, when I'm disabled, I can only pester Song Nan'an." He Yang was even more embarrassed.

Song Chan was shocked, how could there be such a shameless person, "No way!" It can only be his alone!

Song Nan'an, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore, glanced at the two of them, and walked out of the alley.

Song Chan and He Yang were taken aback at the same time: "Hey——"