in the dark

Song Chan fiddled with the dishes on the plate, using chopsticks and spoons together, and stuffed them into his mouth, like a beggar who hadn't eaten in 800 years, but compared with a beggar, he was clean and very good-looking. It's also why the gangsters who used to work under Song Chan love to tease him behind his back - if our dumb brother can't think about doing /duck one day, with his face and figure, he must be the top card in the duck.

In the end, the two of them didn't choose to have pastries for dinner. They went to a pastry shop to buy some, but they only ate them as snacks. After buying pastries, they still found a decent restaurant for dinner.

"Is your beef delicious?" Song Chan was talking about eating what was in the bowl and thinking about what was in the pot.

Looking at the chunks of beef in Song Nan'an bowl sprinkled with a layer of minced chili and cumin, he drools, the eye-catching bright red, the shiny hot oil covering the surface of the beef, and the aroma has already spilled into his nose, really It made him hungry for a long time.

"It's okay." Song Nan'an put down his chopsticks and drank from a disposable paper cup. "It's a bit spicy."

"I'm not afraid of spicy food." As he spoke, Song Chan stretched out his chopsticks and tried to put two pieces into his bowl.

"Wait" Song Nan'an, who was drinking water, stopped.

"Just two yuan for you, not much! Just two yuan!" Song Chanyang said, only patting his chest as a guarantee.

"It's not that I won't let you eat." Song Nan'an put down his cup and said, "You take the chopsticks again."

Song Chan squinted at him and said angrily, "What? Do you think I'm dirty?"

"I didn't dislike you." Song Nan'an said indifferently, "It's because I love cleanliness too much."

"..."

Thank you so much for saving my face.

The corners of Song Chan's mouth twitched. Only Song Nan'an could choke him into a dumb patient with a heavy mouth.Either this person doesn't speak, or when he speaks, he speaks in an endless rhythm.

Fortunately, he has always been a typical "three-none" young man, skinless, shameless, and spineless, he can answer ten sentences if he hurts him three times, and then he happily continues to do his own thing, never taking it to heart .

Song Chan took another pair of disposable chopsticks inserted in a wooden barrel on the table: "Just take it, I must eat beef anyway." Then, he removed the chopsticks to pick up the beef in Song Nan'an's bowl.

Song Nan'an, who had already put down his water glass, picked up his chopsticks again.Their chopsticks collided in a porcelain bowl containing spicy beef.

When the chopsticks collided, Song Chan glanced reflexively at Song Nan'an's five fingers in a strange posture, and laughed loudly: "Song Nan'an, why haven't you learned how to hold chopsticks yet?" Song Chan still remembered that he would not Holding chopsticks, I didn't expect that I still can't.

"It's not important, I can pick it up." Song Nan'an retorted indifferently. In order to prove that the way of holding the chopsticks does not affect the result of eating, he even deliberately picked up a small piece of beef on the chopsticks.

Hahaha came out of Song Chan's mouth several times in succession. He couldn't help but want to laugh. He really thought it was a bit cute for someone to pinch beef with a flat face to prove that his posture of holding chopsticks was correct.

Smiling and laughing, Song Chan was getting happier and happier, but Song Nan'an's face was gradually gloomy.

He collected his expression, frowned and asked, "Is it funny?"

"No." Song Chan was very knowledgeable, and immediately shut up and didn't dare to laugh again, "I will never go west if you say so!" Changing faces and flipping through books, shouting slogans is also easy.

Returning to the hotel after dinner, Song Chan suddenly remembered something on the way, and said, "Actually, I had some useful conversations with Tao Fuzi today."

Song Nan'an: "For example?"

"Tao Ling can draw." Song Chan approached Song Nan'an as if he knew the big secret.

"and then?"

"And then there's no more." Song Chan said, "Isn't this critical enough? What else do you want to know?"

Song Nan'an said indifferently: "Oh, isn't it on the file?"

Song Chan shrank his head: "Dossier?"

"The ones I've been watching. Didn't you take them too?"

Oh, it turned out that he knew it a long time ago. Fortunately, he thought he knew a key piece of information.Song Chan was disconcerted, and said quickly: "You didn't tell me to read it, how do I know what information is in the file?"

Song Nan'an sank for a while, and said, "Then come to my room tonight."

Song Chan was suspicious: "What are you doing?"

"Memorize the file and memorize all the information."

Song Chan used to play tricks: "Don't, don't you know that Laipi is not suitable for studying? If I could endorse, I would have been admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University long ago. There is no need for local hooligans to collect protection fees!"

"Besides, isn't there you! It's enough for you to remember, and I will be in charge of punching and kicking. I am still very good at beating people!" Song Chan smiled and waved his hands.

……

When he was finished, the air froze for a few seconds, and Song Nan'an didn't make a sound.

Song Chan was awkward in the same place, the atmosphere was a bit wrong... Before he finished talking, he was followed by a group of younger brothers to respond.

"Are you coming?" Song Nan'an glanced at him sullenly.

Song Chan: "..." You already have this expression, do I dare to come?

"All right, all right, I will never go west if you say so." Song Chan frowned and said.

-

After taking a shower, Song Chan tidied up and went to knock on Song Nan'an's door.

"What are you doing while I'm memorizing the file?" He rubbed his hands together and glanced at the computer in front of Song Nan'an.

Surveillance video of a department store.

"You don't see anything here, do you? The sky is dark and you're holding an umbrella," Song Chan moved to Song Nan'an's side and followed him, "Don't tell me, this murderer is really a monkey."

"Tsk tsk tsk, if it were me, I would never be so stupid as to kill people. It would be so miserable if I was caught, I would eat in prison until I die."

"Hurry up and remember." Song Nan'an pinched his forehead, looking a little tired.

"Yes, I'll remember it right away." Song Chan responded, brought a bottle of water over, and put it by Song Nan'an's hand, "Do you want a drink?"

"Need not."

"Okay." Song Chan smiled coyly, and stepped aside to read the documents quietly.

After a while, he read aloud: "Walk through this rainy alley with an oiled paper umbrella. It's so familiar. Is this what you wear?" He looked up at Song Nan'an, full of curiosity .

"Dai Wangshu." Song Nan'an's eyes were still on the computer

"That's right, that's him." Song Chan stretched himself, "The slogan that Huayao Tourism Bureau thought of is pretty good, it fits well."

"I remember when I was a child, I recited—" the voice was interrupted.

"Song Chan, call Wang Dong, now!" Song Nan'an suddenly raised his head from the computer, his eyes were very excited, and ordered.

"Ah?" Song Chan reacted, and immediately took out his mobile phone: "Okay, call right away."

When the phone was connected, Song Chan turned on the loudspeaker and handed it to Song Nan'an, who stood aside with great interest.It seems that there is some important discovery.

"Where is it?" Straight to the point.

"Police station, you haven't returned yet." Wang Dong's rough voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Call out the surveillance video."

Wang Dong immediately understood, it seems that there is a new development: "Okay, right now."

"All right."

"Around 6:25, a person appeared in the picture, holding a black umbrella."

"Yes."

"I repeatedly watched all the people who walked through the surveillance video from 5 to 7 p.m. when the incident happened. There were 5 people in total. This was the penultimate one. Combined with what the department store cashier said at the time, this should be a man."

"and then?"

"This is a handicapped or injured person."

The other end of the phone was silent.Song Chan on the side didn't make a sound, both of them were thinking.

Song Nan'an explained: "It took about 13 seconds for the man to walk into the surveillance and disappear from the video at the end, but it took about 8 seconds for the other people at the same distance. Even if there is a difference, it will not exceed 2 seconds." Second."

"The reason why we haven't found it is because there are very few people who have passed through the monitoring, and they are all alone, and there is no object for comparison, so we have not noticed what is abnormal about them."

Song Nan'an: "Now—"

"Cha Huayao, all the men with handicapped legs!" Wang Dong on the other end of the phone immediately picked up the conversation: "Leave it to me!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Nan'an chuckled.Finally, there is some eyebrows.

After listening to the explanation, Song Chan suddenly realized, and touched the tip of his nose: "What about Tao Ling? She is a woman."

"There are never too many roads to the truth. Tao Ling is one, and so is this man. What we need to do now is to walk each one."

Song Chan nodded thoughtfully.

-

the next day.

Song Nan'an decided to wait for the results from Wang Dong's side, so he led Song Chan for a stroll in Huayao, so there might be some unexpected gains.

Although the two of them were half-lounging, they still had some small goals. For example, now, they came to the old rival of Qingqifang--Baihuafang.

As mentioned before, the bosses of the two major workshops have very bad personal relationships, so the competition between Baishafang and Qingqifang is not benign.

However, according to the information in the investigation materials given by Wang Dong before, the suspicion of Liu Long, the boss of Baihuafang, can be ruled out.

There is no problem, but it does not prevent them from walking around again. It is better to have a look than to dream.

Song Nan'an winked at Song Chan, the two had discussed it before.

Song Chan nodded knowingly, stepped forward, and greeted an aunt in the workshop kindly: "Auntie, are you busy with work?"

The aunt was busy with the work in hand, and when she saw a handsome young man, she was also happy: "Busy, I have been very busy these days!" The aunt had a loud voice and was full of energy, and she was in good health. disaster.

"Really? There are a lot of people buying umbrellas in winter?" Song Chan asked with a smile, following what the aunt said.

"Hey, that's not true!" The aunt seemed to be a little hesitant, and lowered her voice: "Didn't something happen in the workshop opposite us a few days ago? I heard that many people didn't work. Naturally, we will live more here, won’t we?”

"Is it just the boss who had an accident?" Song Chan pretended not to know.

"Yes, that's the one." The aunt nodded repeatedly, with an exaggerated expression, and then said in a secretive manner: "Young man, I think you are handsome, remind me, you hurry up and pooh three times, it's very bad luck!"

"is it?"

"I heard it's such a big cut! It's on the neck! It's bleeding out!" Then, the aunt put down the knife for repairing the umbrella bone in her hand, and made vivid gestures, trying to tell Song Chan how terrifying it was.

Song Chan resisted the urge to laugh, and responded with a terrified expression: "Oh, that's really scary! Then I have to hurry up and pooh three times, lest I be the next one to get cut—pooh Bah bah!"

The aunt nodded, with an expression that the young man was really educated, and picked up the knife on the ground to continue the work in her hand.

Song Chan glanced at the knife in aunt's hand, pretending to be concerned and asked: "Aunt, you have to be careful, the knife in your hand is very sharp, right?"

The aunt smiled happily, and the wrinkles on her face were like creepers: "It's okay, it's sharp, but I've been using this kind of knife for more than ten years, and I'm very proficient!"

Song Chan asked curiously: "Is this knife uniformly issued by the workshop?"

"That's right," the aunt said with great interest, "The whole Huayao's oil-paper umbrella workshop uses this kind of knife. It's very light in the hand, convenient and easy to use."

This kind of knife was used in Huayao's oil-paper umbrella workshop. Song Chan remembered it in his heart, and began to play tricks and fool people: "No wonder, I think your knife skills are very good. Your salary must be very high?"

The aunt was amused: "No way, it's just to support a family."

"Hey, you're being humble."

"Young man nowadays, he looks handsome and has a sweet mouth." The aunt praised, and then asked, "Do you want to come to our workshop to find a job?"

Song Chan hummed inexplicably, and asked, "Do you have any more knives?"

The aunt thought she had guessed it right: "Yes, there are many." As she said that, she quickly got up and took a handful, and handed it to Song Chan.

"Thank you." Song Chan showed his big white teeth in a smile, and weighed the knife in his hand, it was indeed very light.

"it's okay no problem."

"Then I'll leave first, and I'll chat with you later." Song Chan really had a very sweet-mouthed personality, which was pleasing to the elders.

"it is good."

"Goodbye." Saying that, he bowed in a half-serious way.

"Goodbye, goodbye!" Auntie waved her hand cheerfully.

After leaving the workshop, Song Chan looked around.I saw Song Nan'an standing in the alley beside him, his figure was cold, and he just stood there quietly, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

Song Chan couldn't help thinking of those days in the Song family. Song Nan'an was also like this, rarely talking to anyone.

Song Chan doesn't like to see him alone, life should be full of light and heat, right?He thought for a while, smiled brightly, walked over, raised his eyebrows and asked loudly: "Hello? Guess what I got?" After asking, he realized that he shouldn't have asked such a question. It wasn't he who ordered him to get the knife. of it?

Smiling embarrassingly, Song Chan changed his words: "Guess if I got it?"

Song Nan'an raised his eyes and looked at his hand without answering.

"Forget it, forget it, it's boring." Song Chan spread his palms, and a small knife about 8 cm long and 2 cm wide was exposed in the air.

"How is it, great, right?"

"Not bad." Song Nan'an took the knife in Song Chan's hand and looked it over carefully.

Song Chan was a little taken aback, although he would shamelessly ask for praise every time, but he was never praised every time... The sentence "not bad" just now seemed to be a compliment, right?What is this inexplicable happiness?

It doesn't matter, anyway, Song Chan is also a person who has been praised.

Seeing Song Nan'an staring at the knife in his hand meticulously, Song Chan was very curious: "I remember it was mentioned in the dossier. Wang Dong investigated it before. This kind of knife does not match the murder weapon." Still works.

Song Nan'an pondered: "I just... have some doubts."

"What do you suspect?" Song Chan was aroused.

"Let's talk later."