in the dark

Only the two of them and Bu Huajun lying on the ground were left in a small corner. He Yang had received a clue from Song Nan'an before, and now he had already guessed the matter by looking at the situation in front of him, so he stepped forward a few steps away. In front of Bu Huajun, he knelt down and took a few glances: "The murderer? Yo, your mouth is crooked?" He said to Song Chan: "Did you kick it?"

Speaking of the person lying on the ground, Song Chan's whole body suddenly became ill. "Kicking him a few times is considered light." Song Chan snorted, his eyes were full of vigor, "The arm has been removed, I'm afraid He knows no repentance."

"Tut tsk tsk." He Yang glanced at Song Chan, winked and said, "So angry? Didn't you see it, little brother! I've been watching you play cats and dogs all day long, but I don't think you still have a few brushes!"

Song Chan was amused, thinking about what he said earlier that he kicked Bu Huajun's mouth crookedly, and walked over curiously. After all, he seemed to kick the knee instead of the mouth in his impression. Even though he was about 1.8 meters tall, he had never practiced ballet. No, how could it be possible to pass one foot to the height of the mouth and still stand firmly when landing, "Where is it crooked?"

Song Chan glanced at it several times, and it wasn't crooked, but it looked crooked because the fat was overflowing and squeezing the ground, "What nonsense are you talking about? I just said why I don't remember kicking him in the mouth."

He Yang really got closer and took a few more glances, "It's wrong," he chuckled, "I thought the mouth was crooked when the plate with a round face was stuck on the ground!"

Seeing that Song Nan'an had gone far away, Song Chan got up and waved his hands, "Come on, I'll go first."

"What about me?" He Yang was taken aback.

Song Chan turned his head, "Pick him up in the car! Where's your assistant?" Talking distractedly, he yelled at Song Nan'an in the distance, "Song Nan'an, wait a minute!"

He Yang smirked: "..." Leaving him alone is so fucking loyal.

Song Nan'an was not walking fast, and Song Chan caught up after only a few steps, "Where are you going?" He turned his head to look at Song Nan'an's side face, with slightly protruding eyebrows, well-shaped eyebrows, The perfectly curved nose bridge, and... the light-colored lips... inexplicably reminded people of the scene just now. If He Yang hadn't come, I don't know when the two of them would stop.

However, Song Nan'an has always been very self-controlled. At that time, even if no one came, wouldn't he still be lying on the ground with a crooked face?

Hmm...not right.

Fuck, what are you thinking!Act like I really hope something happens again!

Song Chan shook his head, spat at himself, thinking that it would be better to be a person first if there is nothing left...

"Go to Bu Huajun's house." Song Nan'an said, "Since the results have already been obtained, there must be no bad evidence."

Song Chan looked serious and nodded, "It is estimated that someone is already searching over there. I sent you the location before looking for you."

"Did you find anything in the kiln?"

Song Chan recalled for a few seconds, "I saw two pieces of black cloth in a corner, and the position was quite strange. I asked a few words later, and his daughter really didn't know anything about it."

"You said that the two children will cry and make trouble after being kidnapped all the way to such a place where no shit is possible. Although they are young and ignorant, they should be able to tell if they are familiar with each other. I guessed Ah, those two pieces of cloth are probably used to gag."

"And then?" Song Nan'an signaled him to continue.

"It's gone. I heard something broken on your side just after I saw it. I really... ran over without stopping for a second." Song Chan smiled. If you turn the page, you can talk about it, "I was almost too scared to speak."

It’s not a lie. At that time, his external manifestations were trembling hands, stroking his hair, and walking around in place. If he continues to find no one and his heart is hanging, he will probably become dumb in a hurry. If it is true In this way, that is a real dumb brother.

Thinking of this, Song Chan hurriedly asked: "Did he do something to your voice? Your voice is very hoarse."

Song Nan'an reached out to touch his throat, nodded, "I should have been given medicine, and it still tastes bitter."

Song Chan raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.Hmm...don't say it seems like you can really taste it...it's a bit bitter.

Seeing his silence, Song Nan'an realized something, and added: "Since I'm fine, you'll be fine." He was really impulsive at the time, seeing him restlessly drooping his head and not speaking, then he leaned forward anxiously, completely Didn't think about these details.

"No, I'm not worried about this." Song Chan wanted to explain that it was just a simple silence just now, but after thinking about it, let it go, "Why don't you go to the hospital to check your throat first?"

Song Nan'an refused, "Get the evidence first."

"Don't, what if something happens?" Anyway, this body is also the capital of the revolution.

Song Nan'an turned his head and asked, "Go to the small clinic?"

Song Chan thought he was talking about the big Buddha, and said: "Then how can it be done, of course I will go to the city hospital to see it!"

"It will take at least an hour from here to the city hospital," Song Nan'an glanced at him, "It won't take long to collect evidence."

The facts are already in front of us, and the follow-up is just to go through the process of obtaining evidence, not to mention that He Yang has a whole bunch of people there, so it really doesn't take much time.

Song Chan was taken aback for a moment: "..." Tsk, my own morality is really not enough, I thought it was because I talked about it, but I didn't think it was a trap.

"Okay." Song Chan said, "Wait until the evidence collection is over?"

"Ah."

The two walked along the alley to the yard, there were a bunch in the kiln, and a bunch in the room, full of criminal policemen in uniform.In some places, the cordon has been pulled up, and some local people who don't know the truth are looking in the distance.

Song Chan asked: "When will you give them an overview of the whole process of the case?" It is estimated that many people are still at a loss. It is clear that they are still investigating in the east of the town just now, and now they are notified to come to the west to collect evidence.

"how?"

When the two met the room, the criminal policeman on the side gave up his seat, "Mr. Song."

Song Nan'an nodded.

"You shouldn't be in a hurry to make a report, right?" Song Chan asked, "What if He Yang is in a hurry to ask you to make a case report, and it coincides with the time to go to the hospital?"

"It's possible." Song Nan'an nodded after thinking for a while.

"You really don't want your voice?" It was the first time Song Chan saw someone who didn't care about his body so much, and angrily suggested, "Either delay the time, or bring it up—no, it can't be brought forward, go to the hospital as soon as the evidence is collected, The case report will be postponed."

Song Nan'an remained silent, looking at Song Chan with dark eyes.I have to say, it feels good to be cared about.

"What's there to hesitate about?" Song Chan asked, really surprised, "I'll go and tell He Yang, I don't believe he can still tie you up."

The voice just fell.

"What are you talking about me again?!" He Yang walked in like a wind from behind, and patted Song Chan on the shoulder, "Little brother!"

Song Chan rolled his eyes, shrugged his shoulders and shook off He Yang's heavy claws, "It's useless to say you're a fart, and you won't even make a report."

"Hey - who said I can't do it?"

Song Chan rolled his eyelids, "Me."

He Yang choked: "Hey, let me tell you, who is used to your little temper? What, you climbed on my head after getting familiar with it, right?"

Song Chan glanced at him, "I'm used to it."

He Yang couldn't be provoked, and was about to speak back, but was interrupted by Song Nan'an, "We're still here for half an hour."

He Yang hurriedly said seriously: "Back so soon?"

Song Chan answered: "You don't have long ears, do you? Can't you hear that he has a problem with his throat?"

He Yang paused, "How did you do it? Is it serious?"

"It's okay, it's not serious." Song Nan'an replied lightly.

"Seriously." Song Chan interrupted and said to He Yang, "Report it yourself, and we're going back."

Before He Yang could speak, "Song Chan." Song Nan'an called out in a deep voice, with a slight warning.

Tsk, okay, pointing east and west.Although it has been a long time since I said the slogan, I still keep it in my mind.

Song Chan fell silent, and could only slander in his heart.

"Boss! Here's a notebook!" Xiao Gao called out excitedly, and the three walked over immediately.

He Yang took it, and glanced back and forth. It was a very thin book, with fringes all around. It must have been used frequently, and it was worn and turned yellow.

He Yang handed it to Song Nan'an after reading it, and they all looked away.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent.

He Yang asked Xiao Gao, "Where did you find it?"

"The cotton core of the pillow in the bedroom is thin and small. If I didn't touch it carefully, I couldn't find it!"

He Yang frowned, "It's really hidden in the pillow like a treasure," he sneered, and asked, "Where do you think he copied these unscrupulous things from?"

"According to what he said, it was passed down from his ancestors." Song Nan'an said, "The atmosphere of Yao Town since ancient times led to his extreme behavior."

He Yang pondered for a moment, "When this case is over, we will send someone to give lectures here, advocating science and democracy, and opposing feudal superstition."

The book was picked out from Bu Huajun's pillow. Although it was very thin, it was filled with dense handwriting by him. From the first page to the last page, it was full of methods and runes for seeking a child. Some of the more normal methods, such as burning money paper and burning joss sticks, became more outrageous at the end, killing chickens for blood, burning dogs for corpses, etc., until the end, which was the most unbelievable method that was still implemented—— Two young children were burned to death, and two porcelain vases were burned at the same time. The children and the porcelain vases were connected by prayer scriptures. Finally, the corpses were buried behind the earth temple in a specific position, and the porcelain vases were enshrined with joss sticks. at home.

Two children, two lives, two families, all ruined.

Life is ruined by ignorance.

He Yang lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

Song Chan thought of something and asked, "Have you got the two pieces of black cloth out of the kiln?"

Someone on the side replied, "It's out. The black cloth and the porcelain bottle will be transported to the police station first."

"That's fine," Song Chan took out his phone and glanced at it, and said to Song Nan'an, "It's almost time."

Song Nan'an nodded, and said to He Yang: "I'll sort out the case process and send it to you."

"That's all right, pay attention to your safety on the road!" He Yang said, "Go to the hospital quickly, if something really happens, our bureau will definitely be responsible."

"Shut up! Say something nice!" Then he turned and followed Song Nan'an away.

hospital.

"Would you like some water?" Song Chan unscrewed the bottle cap and brought it to his mouth, "moisten your throat."

"I'm fine." Even so, Song Nan'an took the bottle that Song Chan handed over and took a sip.

Song Chan glanced at him, "The voice is very hoarse."

"It's just dumb, it doesn't hurt anymore." Song Nan'an was still very clear about the state of his voice.

At first when he woke up in pain and couldn’t speak, he really suspected that he had been fed some drugs with extremely toxic side effects, and Bu Huajun was still adding oil and vinegar to the side, which gave him a pause, but then he gradually felt better. Bu Huajun said that he wanted to scare him.

Song Chan's heart twitched every time he said a word, and he asked earnestly, "Does it hurt? Is that the pain at first?" Then he said angrily, "I've always thought it was just dumb! Fuck it!" Bu Huajun! I—"

Song Nan'an's temple twitched, "Shut up."

There was silence around, and a sister nurse turned her head and glanced at them.

"..." Song Chan managed to hold back his mouth, his eyebrows were about to be knit together.

Fuck, who is he complaining about!He was still disgusted?

The two were frozen, and the doctor came over with a list, "It's not serious, it should be caused by drinking something irritating. How long has this happened?"

"Four hours ago."

"Do you feel sick to your stomach?"

"No."

"That's fine. If you really feel worried, you can go to the gastroenterology department to register for a check-up!" The doctor advised, "This is the prescribed medicine, and you can usually drink more boiled water."

Song Nan'an nodded, thanked and left.

"Do you want to go to the gastroenterology department?" Song Chan took the list in Song Nan'an's hand and looked at it for a few times, but he didn't understand it, so he stuffed it back.

"Go home," Song Nan'an refused, asking, "Aren't you tired?"

"Tired." Song Chan turned his neck clucking, and said seriously, "I'm tired."

Song Nan'an glanced at him and remained silent.

The two left the hospital.

The weather has been pretty good recently, the sun is shining brightly and warmly.

"I promise that if there is a case next time, I will never leave you half a step!" Song Chan sighed, and glanced at the people beside him.

Song Nan'an was typing on his mobile phone.

"Really, really," Song Chan leaned closer to him, arched his shoulders, and said carelessly, "I almost peed out of fear today!"

Song Nan'an hummed meaninglessly, apparently not focusing on Song Chan.

Song Chan glanced at the phone, "Sent to He Yang?"

"Ah."

"I found that you two have a good relationship?" Song Chan asked.

"Yeah." Song Nan'an replied very smoothly.

"Huh?" Song Chan was a little apprehensive, he didn't expect Song Nan'an to be so...so confident, "What about us?"

"Us?" Song Nan'an shifted his gaze from the phone to Song Chan's face, and found that he was looking unhappy.

Song Nan'an glanced at him lightly, "You think too much."

"..." Song Chan choked, why did he think too much?

Recently, this has been kissing and hugging again. God damn thinking too much?

While he was in a daze, Song Nan'an put the phone in front of Song Chan's eyes, and explained: "The process of the case."

Song Chan glanced at the screen, it really is.

Well, blame him, he only saw He Yang's name clearly when he got closer just now, but didn't see the edited content.

Song Chan raised his chin in satisfaction, and smiled wantonly at Song Nan'an.