in the dark

After the plan was made, the three of them moved quickly. In order to make it look more real, Song Nan'an was tied tightly.

Song Chan stretched out his two tightly bound arms, his wrists hurt a little, he pushed his arms forward a few times, shrugged his shoulders slightly as if exercising his muscles and bones, and flexed his arms Lifting up and turning over, both arms are intact and smoothly circled behind the back.

Xiao Jiu stood aside, although she matured precociously, she couldn't handle the temperament of a child. She probably had never seen this kind of kung fu before, so she stared at Song Chan slightly.

"Hiss—" Song Chan frowned, and muttered softly, "I haven't practiced for a long time, and it hurts."

Song Nan'an glanced behind him, "Shoulders?"

"It's okay, I'm not so delicate," Song Chan grinned and tilted his head, "Just take a while."

"Ah."

From the only small window in the room, it could be seen that it was getting late outside. It was pitch black and there were no lights or lights. In addition, the three of them did not speak after tying the rope, and the whole room was eerily quiet.

After the previous times when outsiders came in and out, it can be judged that the outside of this house must be unguarded. It is a small room with a window that is repaired high and narrow and locked with iron locks. Even half a mosquito can't escape. You can't get out, let alone people; the door is also a very narrow iron door with an extremely uncoordinated width to length ratio, and it must be specially made to detain people.

Song Chan only took a few glances and then landed on Song Nan'an. The blood on his forehead was still there. He didn't think it was serious before. Maybe it was because he had something to do and didn't observe deliberately. Now he calmed down. At first glance, he felt that his face was very pale. Although he had also been hit by a stick, after waking up for so long, he only felt a dull pain in the back of his head, and his energy was not affected.

"Do you want to sleep for a while?" Now it is impossible to lie on the bed like this, Song Chan glanced at the ground, there was nothing, the rough concrete floor, quite cold, but it was better than standing up and not being able to sleep, Fortunately, the temperature has been very high recently, "I'll just watch."

"No need." Song Nan'an resolutely refused, the time was getting later and later, there would definitely not be such a waste of time, the action should start soon.

Now it is only clear that the end point of trafficking is Yunnan, and it is not known where the first stop will be, how to get there, and who will be there. These are only vague information, so one more person is more cautious.

"Your complexion is not very good." Song Chan knew what he was thinking, and still stubbornly wanted to persuade him, "I'm fine, Xiao Jiu is not sleeping either." He raised his chin towards Xiao Jiu, "you can see Come on, I'll call you right away if I need something."

Xiao Jiu glanced at Song Chan and nodded.

"Squint for a while," Song Chan couldn't see him holding on.

"They'll be here soon."

"Just come here," Song Chan said indifferently, "The other two children are not here, we still have to follow Master Huang, there is nothing to struggle."

Song Nan'an was silent for a moment.

"Really, your complexion is not very good." Song Chan said solemnly, "Just treat it as sleeping for me, don't scare me."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Song Chan didn't intend to give in.

Song Nan'an's eyes darkened, he nodded slightly and closed his eyes without saying a word.

Tired is really tired. Everything that happened from this afternoon was thrilling. He seemed to be in a state of tension. He knew that his physical fitness was average. In the past, he only needed to use his brain to solve the cases he handled, but today is different. At first, when I was surrounded by a group of people to resist, I was holding on. The moment I fell to the ground, the tight string in my mind was torn off, and then I woke up, and the uninvited guests came one by two.

It's good to rest now, so that you can better cope with the next thing after saving your energy.

Seeing him close his eyes, Song Chan felt relieved, and smiled at Xiao Jiu who had been staring at him.

If there is something to do, then the time will be running water, and the pieces will disappear; when there is nothing to do, you really have to count the seconds to pass.The sky was getting darker and darker, Song Chan looked at the sky outside the window every few minutes, and then at the crack under the door every few minutes, there was no movement, nothing at all.

When will Master Huang plan to leave?No guess, the later the departure, the better it will be for them. No one will find out, and the perfect plan is without anyone noticing.

His eyes fell on Song Nan'an's face again, and Song Chan unconsciously lost his mind.

It was too quiet, as if everything had been paused, waiting for someone to restart.

No footsteps, no shadows, no one around this room...

……

A piercing horn sounded, Song Chan's eyes trembled slightly, and his consciousness gradually awoke.

The floor is as cold and hard as ever, the only difference is the vibration from below, besides the noise of the wheels rolling on the ground and the sound of the horn lingering in my ears.

Song Chan blinked vigorously in the darkness, the darkness in front of his eyes and the continuous vibration under his body made him realize something serious half a second later - he was in the car.

A second later, something exploded in the brain with a bang.

He fell asleep!He actually fell asleep in that little room!

He promised that he would watch it, but when he opened his eyes, he had already shifted his place, and he didn't even remember when he fell asleep!Fuck Huang Ye!damn thing!Why didn't you see that you can do things so neatly before? !

"Fuck!" Song Chan frowned and could not help but curse out loud.

"Song Chan." A familiar voice sounded, it was Song Nan'an.

"I..." Song Chan suddenly wanted to cover his face, fuck fuck fuck!All his life skills were spent on defeating things.

"I don't blame you," Song Nan'an said, "Do you smell something?"

"On the clothes."

"What's the smell?" Song Chan sniffed a few times for no apparent reason.

"They're on drugs," he explained, "and people who don't feel sleepy can fall asleep."

"Don't lie to me." Song Chan disliked himself very much, and even before going to bed, he swore that he would not sleep, and even pulled Xiao Jiu and himself—wrong, where is Xiao Jiu? !

"Where did Xiao Jiu go?" Song Chan immediately shifted his focus, frowned and said seriously.

Song Nan'an considered for a while and said, "It should be next door."

Song Chan: "Huh?"

next door?Isn't this a car?Judging by the sound, it should be a large truck with a large cargo capacity.

"Among the four sides, only the back is a board." Song Nan'an explained: "The hollow one, there should be three children."

"Are you sure?" Song Chan tapped his head on the board on the back, it was indeed hollow, "Maybe it's not the same car as ours."

"No." Song Nan'an replied firmly.

"It's just renting an extra car, it's not difficult." Song Chan answered.

Song Nan'an immediately asked, "If the child is in another car, what's in the next car?"

Song Chan couldn't figure out, who else would there be besides the two of them and the three children?It stands to reason that there should be no more.

"Even if it is an oversized truck, the increase of its cargo capacity is mainly in the length and height, and the width has an upper limit. That is to say, compared with constructing two spaces at the maximum width, there is no need to construct one space. Obviously the latter is more hidden." Song Nan'an paused, "But now they choose the former, if they don't want to separate us from our children, why would they choose the option with more loopholes?"

"Yes, the latter is better than the former," Song Chan wondered, "but the arrangement of the two spaces does not need to be calculated by width."

Song Nan'an changed his mind and asked, "What kind of business do they seem to be in?"

Song Chan knew that he was asking Huang Ye, thought for a while, and answered, "Scattered cloth transportation." Huang Ye Ming's business is a lot, and most of them are freight, and the transportation of fruit trees, agricultural products, livestock, machine parts, etc. are all involved. , but the most is cloth, and it is recycled shredded cloth that has been crushed and compacted by machines. It does not need to be packed in clean plastic bags or large cardboard boxes and then loaded on the car. In the car, then cover the whole with a waterproof plastic sheet.

"That's right." Song Nan'an remembered that he had seen it near the old textile factory. There were many waste cloth collection factories in the area. There were trucks parked in front of the gate, and the scraps of cloth were transported up in bundles. .

"What do you mean?" Song Chan looked at his determined expression, but still didn't understand.

Song Nan'an smiled: "Don't you think it's very hot? The space is very small, surrounded by cloth, we've been stuffy inside."

Song Chan shook his neck twice, "It's quite boring—" his thoughts suddenly paused, and he got stuck on the word boring, "——I know!"

"Tell me." Song Nan'an continued to laugh, "But keep your voice down."

"We're at the front or the back of the truck—no! We're at the front of the truck!" Song Chan said urgently, his voice lowered a few degrees, "Two small spaces are placed side by side in front of the truck, and then completely covered with a rain cloth Wait, Huang Ye's people get out of the car for easy inspection, and after covering it with a rain cloth, there is no need to cover the front with broken cloth, and there is no need to worry about the child being smothered to death in the middle of the truck for more than ten hours in a coma!"

"You've become smarter." Song Nan'an praised.

Song Chan clicked his tongue, "Then... what should we do now?"

"Wait for Xiaojiu to wake up."

"Why don't you make some noise?" Song Chan suggested.

"No, Xiao Jiu is a child. The amount of gas anesthetic inhaled in the same environment will be more harmful to him. When he wakes up naturally—" before the words fell, there was a bang on the other side with a board as a partition Muffled sound - like two hard objects colliding.

Even when the truck is driving loudly, it can still be heard clearly.

"Xiao Jiu!" Song Chan immediately turned his head sideways and approached the partition and yelled, but no one answered.I don't know if it's because the voice is too low and I didn't hear it or I didn't react. In short, this feeling is very uncomfortable. I want to yell louder but I am afraid that the people driving in front will hear it.

"Stop barking." Song Nan'an stopped, "Knocking the partition will be more effective than shouting."

Song Chan understood and knocked his head on the partition.

A few seconds later, there was a knock over there as well, as if in response.

"It's Xiao Jiu!" Song Chan said firmly.

Song Nan'an hummed. If it was the other two children, they would definitely not have such a reaction. The subconscious action of opening their eyes might be crying.

"Xiao Jiu!" Song Chanlu called several times one after another.

After a while, "Here..." Xiao Jiu's soft voice came, mixed with gasping as if he had exerted too much force.

The panting sound was scary, as if a dying person couldn't breathe.

"Xiao Jiu... are you... all right?" Song Chan was startled, and looked in the direction of the sound. It was too dark and he couldn't see anything, so he could only estimate the general direction.

"fine."

The sound is coming from the right.

Song Chan's heart was filled with apprehension, his waist and abdomen exerted force, and his original posture of leaning against the partition changed to leaning to the right.

"Xiao Jiu, can you hear us clearly?" Song Nan'an's low voice came suddenly.

"Yes." Xiao Jiu said, "There is a gap here, I can hear you clearly."

"Okay," Song Nan'an asked sternly, "Are there three children over there?" He needed to confirm what he had just inferred before he could make arrangements for the next step.

Xiao Jiu was silent for a moment, "I don't know."

"Can you climb?" Song Nan'an asked, "The area is not very big. Climb to see if you can meet other children."

"Yes." Xiao Jiu replied, "I crawled over just now."

No wonder he was panting so hard.

"He's just woken up," Song Chan disagreed, as he was just a seven-year-old child in front of him, "his hands and feet are still tied!"

After a moment of silence, Song Nan'an didn't answer, and after a while—"You should trust him," he said coldly, "He can do it."

"I can..." Xiao Jiu was still there, and immediately took over the conversation, "Brother, I can."

Song Chan sighed.

There was a rustling sound over there, and Xiao Jiu moved away without a moment's hesitation.

"I know you feel bad," Song Nan'an said in a deep voice, "but it's not about your life."

That's right, it's not letting him go to die again.

"I know..." Song Chan felt a choke in his throat, and finally followed his words: "Well... I just... feel distressed." The scene where Xiao Jiu picked up the bottle of water that fell on the ground was inexplicable Flashing back to his mind, the small hands were holding the bottle, the mouth of the bottle was turned around on the trousers, wiped off the dust, and then carefully handed it to him, making people feel sad and skillful.

The hatchback was silent, and the hum of the truck filled the ears.

I don't know how long it took in the dark space, until the sound of rubbing clothes gradually became louder, "Yes! They are all here! But they haven't woken up yet!" Xiao Jiu's high voice came, with a sense of pride that he had completed the task.

"Okay, Xiaojiu, listen carefully," Song Nan'an said, "The two of them will definitely wake up in a while. If you can make them stop crying, especially the little girl, you must try your best to persuade them. If you really can't persuade them, then you Remember, if you cry too loudly, the car will stop, and someone will come to give you medicine, remember not to eat it, even if you eat it, you have to spit it out!"

"it is good."

Song Chan was silent from beginning to end.

"You..." Song Nan'an was not at ease, and said: "Do you know how to induce vomiting?"

Seven-year-old children should have no idea about this kind of thing.

Xiaojiu answered in a low voice: "I don't know."

"Fingers down the throat, understand?"

"Understand."

"Don't push too hard, or it will hurt and hurt you."

"Okay," Xiao Jiu replied, "I see."

Song Nan'an hummed lightly, and there was nothing to explain.

The three of them were all silent, except for the sound of breathing.

Suddenly, Song Chan, who had been silent for a long time, said, "Xiao Jiu..."

"I'm here." The answer was quick.

"Don't be afraid." Song Chan could only say these two words for a moment.

"My brother is here, I'm not afraid."