in the dark

Chapter 12

On the way to the police station.

Song Chan, who had finished drinking lotus seed porridge, was carrying a large pack of medicine and five packs of cotton swabs, and walked unsteadily beside Song Nan'an, thinking that fortunately he still had a little wit left, so he wouldn't stop after taking Song Nan'an away. Powerless, he drank the porridge in a few big gulps while clutching the spoon, otherwise he would really have to lean on the table wretchedly.

Song Chan hummed a song, glanced at someone who was walking beside him without saying a word, thinking why this person didn't like to talk while walking?

Oh no, he is a person who doesn't like to talk, not only when he walks but doesn't talk.

Remembering something, he suddenly reminded: "Don't forget the one who promised me."

Song Nan'an obviously didn't think deeply enough, and he could reply him immediately, but with a look of confusion: "What's the matter?"

Song Chan paused with his hand hooked on the bag, "Yo! I don't remember? Is it because you want to renege on your debt? Don't, the dignified Mr. Song means what he says! I bleed all over the place, and the red is so bright that it scares me to death. You Won't your conscience ache when you think about it in the future?"

Song Nan'an frowned and watched him jump out dozens of words like a typewriter before he realized that there seemed to be such a thing?

At that time, when he was squatting on the ground with his bleeding left hand hanging down, he had to promise himself.

"I won't renege on my debt." Song Nan'an nodded.

"Remember?" Song Chan leaned closer, "Hmph, as long as it's not bad!" He raised his chubby hand, "You have to see clearly! Work-related injury!" The attitude of Nan An when he was taken in was quite different.

It's really terrible now, the tone of his speech is different because of the injury, as if he is backed by the Italian Mafia behind him.

Archimedes can pry the earth with a lever, and Song Chan can lift the roof of the house with Doraemon-like hands if he continues to push forward like this.

Song Nan'an glanced at him casually and didn't speak.

After Song Chan bluffed, he realized that he was...a little floating?It's impossible to tell the truth, but he touched his nose and said, "Then what... the porridge just now was quite delicious." It's typical to find something to say when you have nothing to say.

"It's not bad." Song Nan'an raised his eyelids, his tone was very light: "Meicheng's porridge is also delicious."

It doesn't matter if you don't mention it, since it's like talking about it, Song Chan can't stop the car anymore.

"It's the porridge from your Song family that tastes good." Song Chan seemed to be recalling, "The porridge from ours is not good, white porridge, I feel sick after drinking too much." Song Chan deliberately emphasized the word white porridge, deliberately trying to lure him to ask himself to leave What happened after the Song family.

After leaving the Song family, he had a miserable life, but the so-called tragedies can be brought up again after dinner for people with a personality like Song Chan.He has always been used to being clumsy, and his heart is strong enough without skin or face.

So at this moment, Song Chan felt that it would be good if he brought up the past and talked about it to win some sympathy?For example... Tell the story in front of him first, and then show a few distressed expressions, maybe there is a one in ten thousand chance that he will feel that he has experienced misery and sadness, and thus he will get a little favor from it.

Well, although he felt that people with high IQs like Song Nan'an would not be easily moved and would not show favor at will, but... It's better to try than to do nothing.After all, he has been doing things for several days without making any progress. The only advantage he has gained so far is that he can ask him to do one thing.

Song Chan himself wanted to spit at himself... I'm sorry for the more than 500 photos in the phone's photo album, but he still took them out every night to lick the screen, so he just put down and got hot.

But the current situation is... Song Nan'an didn't respond at all, and walked on the road calmly, showing no interest at all.

Song Chan was inexplicably choked and lost his temper at all.This simply doesn't give him room to play, the drama of bitterness hasn't been played yet!

I saw him thinking for a while with the tip of his tongue on his cheeks, and then immediately changed his innocent expression: "I was always bullied before, alas, I am as thin as me, and I have no ability to resist." Watching Song Nan'an's reaction attentively.

Song Nan'an looked at him sideways, "Don't you know Sanda?"

"Sanda was learned later," Song Chan blinked, feeling a little pitiful, "I just moved there, and I was unfamiliar with the place, and when I went out, I was beaten by a group of elementary school students in the corner. Almost got wet."

Song Nan'an really seemed to be attracted by his description, with a playful look on his face, he asked, "Primary school student?"

Song Chan was taken aback by the question.

Um?What happened to the elementary school students?Shouldn't the focus be on being nourished?Why do the two have different concerns about poorness?Isn't it pitiful enough to be urinated?

Song Chan nodded solemnly, "Yes, a primary school student."

"At that time you should be about 15 years old." Song Nan'an thought for a moment, then asked again, "Being bullied by elementary school students?"

"..."

You are so clear about your calculations, why don't you allow him to talk about a few bully elementary school students?The current primary school students are very fierce, okay?

Song Chan smiled embarrassingly: "I... can't remember clearly, but it's just that I was bullied terribly." Even if he was exposed, he still had to pretend. The so-called actor is to create a stage for himself even if he doesn't have a stage.

Song Nan'an: "Well, it's quite miserable, and then?"

Now that they have asked this question, Song Chan rolled his eyes, wanting to test his attitude by insinuating.I have never been clear whether his views on love can only be of the opposite sex or... the same sex is also acceptable?

Song Chan pretended to be recalling the past, "Then...then I joined a small group after learning Sanda, and the boss of the group is known as Lord Huang."

Song Nan'an raised his eyebrows and asked, "Small group?"

Is this the rhythm of forcing him to tell the truth?

All right, tell the truth, he is not afraid!

Song Chan said silently, "The local ruffians take in the group, and the big ruffians are called Huang Ye." Is this the head office?

Song Nan'an nodded, motioning for him to continue.

He pretended to be serious: "Then... the worst thing came, the big gangster of our group, Mr. Huang... is gay." He asked cautiously, "You know what gay is, right?"

"I know." Song Nan'an's expression was still indifferent, "So where is the misery?"

Song Chan laughed foolishly, and said without thinking: "That's right, people like you who have seen the world should know." Then he said, "The so-called big bastard, of course, is what he said we small people have to do." What……"

Song Chan looked at Song Nan'an's expression, and tentatively said the most important words, "He...he has plans for me, seeing that I'm the prettiest in the group, he just wants...he wants to have something to do with me. "Strike while the iron is hot," you said, "is this disgusting? Isn't it?"

……

Song Nan'an: "It's okay."

Song Chan was awkward on the spot: "..." This confusing answer is really a headache.

"What do you mean okay?"

"Regardless of men and women, there is the possibility of love between all individuals, and you shouldn't describe it as disgusting." After finishing speaking, Song Nan'an raised his eyes to look at him, "So you were caught by him—"

Song Chan suppressed the volcanic ecstasy in his heart and interrupted him, "No, how could he succeed? Of course I would sternly refuse, otherwise why would I beg you to take me into the police car that day!"

Song Nan'an froze for a moment, then remembered.It turned out that it was because of this incident last time.

Looking back at Song Chan, the surface is like a frozen lake in winter, but in fact, the heart is like drinking Wuliangye, so beautiful that it is almost lost.Since you can say something like "there is a possibility of love among all individuals"...doesn't that mean you don't reject it?So it indirectly means that you still have a chance or can you fight for it?

Anyway, he can be regarded as a follower and a bodyguard now... The first thing to do is to be close to the water?

Song Chan coughed lightly to pretend to be calm, "It's a good thing you took me away that day, otherwise I really couldn't escape. So I still have to thank you, otherwise I would have been tied back long ago—"

"Here we are." Song Nan'an interrupted what he was still wanting to ramble, it was time to get down to business.

The police station is just around the corner.

Song Chan hurriedly stopped, but fortunately he was interrupted, and the words "little daughter-in-law" almost blurted out without thinking.

In one afternoon, Wang Dong ordered all the materials that needed to be sorted out. Later, he took people to interrogate Tao Ling and Li Jie again, and asked them to revisit the case by using the method of "examining the truth with the truth". the part in which you are involved.

Seeing that the truth of the case had been revealed, the two of them stopped trying to argue and struggle, and explained everything in detail.

Tao Ling didn't know beforehand that her daughter wanted to kill Li Changgu.Tao Fuzi didn't take the initiative to say this, but he didn't deliberately conceal it. Instead, he cut Li Changgu's carotid artery by the river and brought back blood clots that had already clotted and mixed them into the red paint. When Tao Ling found out, Tao Fuzi was putting blood clots into the paint, and there was an unprocessed knife reorganized by Tao Fuzi beside him.

Tao Ling froze in place at the time. After realizing it, her first thought was to protect her daughter, and not to let her get hurt in the slightest even if she was imprisoned for the rest of her life.She knew that thinking like this would be like passing the knife to the murderer's daughter, but she couldn't help it, that was her daughter, her own flesh and blood, and someone she wanted to protect for the rest of her life!

Everything happened so fast that she didn't even realize that her daughter was mentally affected by doing this besides wanting revenge. Tao Ling has always known that Tao Fuzi is in a bad mood and is much quieter than normal children , but never thought that it was already serious enough to suffer from mental illness!

During the interrogation, Tao Ling put her whole heart on Tao Fuzi, wiping her tears all the way, pleading for her daughter with red and swollen eye sockets.The female criminal policeman handling the case couldn't stand it any longer and left the interrogation room.

Tao Fuzi was sent to the hospital instead of being detained at the police station due to mental problems. The psychiatrist initially diagnosed him as paranoid severe schizophrenia, accompanied by severe delusions and violent tendencies.

The criminal policemen who escorted her all the way still feel terrified—Tao Fuzi sat in the police car and giggled all the way, she seemed to be unable to hear what others were talking to her, and just kept holding the hem of her skirt and murmured Nam, "My skirt, the skirt my mother bought for me."

Song Nan'an and Song Chan arrived at the conference room, a room as big as a classroom was filled with people.This trip is just a formality. Although it is a summary, in fact, the people sitting below are the criminal police who followed up the case. The high-level police will not come here at this time. When the case is over, just submit the report and file. .

Song Nan'an stood tall and thin on the stage, speaking with a calm demeanor when raising his hands, he picked a few key points at random and mentioned a few words, and then stepped off the stage after speaking.

The words are not many but the weight is enough. Everyone can see that this case can be solved thanks to relying on him.

After summing up, there was no reason to stay for a long time. Song Nan'an rejected Wang Dong's offer to send him away, and led Song and Chan to leave Huayao in the dark.

In the car.

Sitting there blankly like this really wanted to take a nap, so Song Chan took out his mobile phone and wanted to chat with Song Nan'an while playing games.

The right hand was intact, and it was terribly awkward when holding the mobile phone. Song Chan was stunned when he raised his left hand. Oh, it turned out that his left hand was temporarily disabled, and he almost forgot.

The nurse sister's bandaging skills are so good that he almost thought that this Doraemon-like chubby hand was his own.It is estimated that the effect of the painkiller is still there, and there is no chance to make myself painful enough to recognize the reality.

"This case is over," Song Chan stared at the phone screen, itching, and decided to try with his right hand only, "When will there be another one?" He was a little curious, not knowing how this kind of case was accepted.

"Anytime is fine," Song Nan'an looked at the road ahead, his hands holding the steering wheel were well knit, "see if I want to go."

"Who! Dare to blow my head off?" Song Chan leaned back irritably, as expected without his left hand, he couldn't change his perspective while walking.After being irritated, he smiled flatteringly at Song Nan'an, "Say what you say, and I'll listen."

Song Nan'an glanced at him, "It's over."

"Oh, yes, it depends on whether you want to go or not." Song Chan reacted, staring at the phone screen and blowing without thinking, "It's awesome, it's even more popular than giant pandas."

Song Nan'an: "..."

"Then when do you want to take the case later?" Song Chan asked, his eyes still on the phone, and he was still trying to operate it with one hand.

"I won't pick it up recently." Song Nan'an glanced at Song Chan's injured hand.

"Oh, good." Song Chan was addicted to the game.

"What are you playing?"

"Eat—PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds." Seeing him asking himself, Song Chan turned his head and smiled, and then started Amway, "Do you want to play with me?"

Song Nan'an flatly refused: "It's a waste of time."

Song Chan: "..." Waste of time and you still ask?Are you kidding me?

"Playing this game can exercise our ability to see all directions and hear all directions. Really, if you don't believe me, listen to it." Song Chan turned the volume of the phone to the maximum, "Did you hear that?"

Song Nan'an stared ahead, chuckled lightly and did not answer.

"Didn't hear the footsteps?" Song Chan raised the phone with his right hand and approached, "It's so obvious that you didn't hear it?" He said and brought the phone closer to his ear.

Suddenly, there was a sound of bullets shooting out, so sudden and rapid that Song Chan was so frightened that he almost dropped his phone, and his body uncontrollably slammed into Song Nan'an's shoulder.

The car slammed to the side of the road, Song Chan raised his head and saw Song Nan'an's gloomy eyes staring at him, knowing that he had made a mistake, he hastily apologized: "It's a mistake, it's a mistake, I don't dare to do it again, this kind of behavior is very dangerous , I know, I really know!" As he spoke, he immediately turned off his phone and put it in his pocket to express his determination, and sat upright.

There wasn't much space in the car, and Song Nan'an's eyes seemed to be expanding at the moment, which almost squeezed him into a corner.

Song Chan shrank his neck, "I really know I was wrong, and I will never dare again." He hasn't lived enough yet.

Song Nan'an said in a deep voice, "Stay away from me in the car from now on."

"Okay, I promise."

……

☆、Extra: Spring

I am afraid of men, especially my dad, and it can even be said that the crime begins with him.

He is not tall, about 1.7 meters tall, and very thin. He has cleaned up the place where the beard should have grown on his face, but a faint blue color can still be seen.

He has a pair of beautiful eyes, big and energetic. People who have met me say that I have inherited his eyes.

But they don't know how much I wish I had the courage to gouge out these eyes and give them back to him or throw them on the ground and crush them until blood overflows.

He smokes, drinks, and plays mahjong. Of course, he is best at domestic violence.

Yes, domestic violence.

After drinking, he vomited out the pungent filth, took off the cold belt on the waistband of his trousers, and whipped around, no matter whether it was dead or alive, it was smashed to pieces.

Not a single piece of skin on my mother's body was intact, and the suffocating purple color spread all over her body, even including her private parts.

On the contrary, I was well protected, because my mother would lock me in the room after he came home from drinking outside, and no matter how much I slammed and screamed in the room, the door would not be opened.

Just because you haven't been hurt doesn't mean you won't hate.I know that my integrity is bought by my mother. Whenever I hear my mother's heart-piercing cry outside the door, I will tremble uncontrollably.

For many years, I just leaned against the door in a daze, and kept bumping my head against the hollow wooden door. The muffled sound penetrated into my ears, drilling and drilling. Later, the sound changed, no longer There was a muffled sound.

I seem to hear someone talking in my ear, he said, kill him.

Yes, kill him, kill him and it's over.

I started to think back.

For so many years, crying, quarreling, and twisting will only lead to more vicious beatings. After drinking, he is like a puppet who can only whip people, waving his belt like a madman.

Such a person should be killed.

Yes, I deserve to be killed, not because I am cruel, but because he has been forcing me.

I'm just an innocent spring, and since someone is pressing hard, I'm going to let him know that I'm going to give it all back.

I know what my mother has been putting up with all these years.

My mother grew up in a single-parent family. She didn't want me to live a childhood without one parent like her, and she didn't want me to live a poor life because of her meager work.Therefore, even if she was beaten, she never thought of leaving the city after divorce.

But I don't care, it's better to go far away than to struggle in this nightmare-like sea of ​​suffering.If the so-called father is like this, then don't worry about it.

I started to make a series of plans.

First of all, I want to persuade my mother to divorce. You can only leave after divorce. I want to kill him the night before leaving.

I would cry in my mother's arms every day, trembling and saying that I was afraid, I didn't want to live with my father.

I heard my mother sigh, and I knew she was shaken.

As expected, it didn't take long for my mother to make a decision to pack my luggage and take me away, and then negotiate a divorce after two years of separation.

This is a good way.

I began to casually mention to my neighbors that my parents were divorced and that my mother and I were moving out soon.

All the things I will use are prepared in advance, I even calculated the time in advance, decided on the location, I thought about the accidents that might appear temporarily, and I ruled them out one by one in advance.

No, I absolutely don't allow accidents to happen in this murder, everything must go according to my plan.

The day before I left, my mother had already gone to the hotel I booked in advance, and I returned home alone with the excuse that I still had nothing to buy.

I saw him.

He was sleeping on the sofa, very thin, and the blue color on his cheeks made him look extremely decadent.

There were several empty wine bottles standing on the coffee table, and the living room was filled with the strong smell of alcohol and rancid food.I sneered, this man is like a rat in the sewer, there is nothing worthy of sympathy.

I looked at the bottle of wine that I had marked on the coffee table.It was already empty, presumably he had already finished drinking, all the wine and sleeping pills went into his stomach.

I took the lighter he put on the sofa and looked around. Where should I start to light it?

Heh, it can be from anywhere, every corner of this living room is piled with high-strength liquor that he has hoarded, and any open flame is enough to burn him to death.

I randomly picked a few bottles of wine and put them under the coffee table close to the sofa. I kicked them down vigorously. The white wine slowly flowed along the floor, and I gradually began to smell a faint aroma of wine.

I take a deep breath, and it's the smell, and that's what I want—the smell of the future, the smell of escape.

I lightly lit the lighter, and I started to burn it from the foot of the sofa.

Tongues of orange-yellow fire kept rolling the air, and I stood aside for a moment and then left.

I returned to the hotel with a small bag of daily necessities bought from the supermarket, and I sat beside my mother.

I hugged my mother, I love my mother, and I love the future.

I grinned and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Hua Yao." Mother replied.

"Flower... remote?"

I'm unfamiliar with this name, never heard of it.But since it was my mother's choice, it must be a good place. I don't mind, as long as I can be with my mother, as long as I can escape from here, it is the future I am looking forward to.

"Well, it's an ancient town, and the oil-paper umbrellas over there are famous all over the country." My mother stroked my hair and said softly, "Mom has thought about it, and when I go there, my mother can find some umbrellas with the skill of painting." a job, and live a peaceful life with you."

"Okay." I smiled, looking forward to it.

Escaping alcohol and domestic violence, I believe the future will be better.

With arch bridges and flowing water, blue tiles and white walls, and red plums and plain umbrellas, my mother and I finally arrived at Huayao.

Well, in line with my imagination, this ancient town seems to have come out of a painting.The locals speak with a waxy accent, and they say "how are we in Huayao?", presumably it is because they really regard this place as a writer to speak with a sense of pride.

My mother took me to settle in a hotel and started looking for a job.

I believe in my mother's ability. She is a mother and a painter with sufficient strength.

Sure enough, on the first day, my mother came back with good news. She found a job painting oil-paper umbrellas in a local oil-paper workshop. The name of the workshop was Qingqifang, and the owner was Li Changgu.

The boss of the workshop provided my mother with a very good salary. Not to mention the salary of thousands of dollars, the food and housing alone has solved a big problem for us who are not familiar with the place.

So far, we have really settled down in Huayao.

My mother has more and more smiles on her face because she has a serious job, and I am also very happy to see my mother happy.

Everything seems to be heading towards the warm, beautiful, and kind-hearted future I want.

In this way, after spending a good and happy year in Huayao, I gradually noticed my mother's depression again.

Until one day, I inadvertently discovered the injuries on my mother's waist. There were many bruises, and I was stunned.

I haven't seen this cyan in a long time, this suffocating cyan.

I controlled my trembling hands and forced myself not to think about the days full of alcohol and domestic violence. I told myself, hold back, must hold back, and believe that such a beautiful Huayao should have no villains of.

In order not to let myself think about it, I started to draw.The act of drawing is like a tranquilizer, it calms me down quickly.

I adjusted the paint and painted a tree trunk on the disastrous wall, the kind of tree trunk of plum blossoms that Huayao would plant in front of every house. The heavy gray-black paint soaked the dry wall, and I inexplicably produced a kind of tree trunk. Bizarre pleasure.

Who on earth is it?I thought about it in my mind, but couldn't find the answer.

Until one day, I inadvertently overheard a conversation among the employees of Qingqifang. They mentioned the lover relationship between their mother and Li Changgu.

It turned out to be the case.

Li Changgu, the man I've always called Uncle, the man I've always been grateful for for giving my mother a job.

This is the first time I feel that life is actually a circle, there is no escape or no escape, and everyone will eventually return to the origin of pain.

Since then, I have started to deliberately pay attention to my mother's movements, and I want to stay by her side all the time.

The mother I love the most, I don't want anyone to hurt her in the slightest.

Until one day, I saw Li Changgu and his mother staying in the same room.I saw him punching my mother, and I rushed over like crazy to ask, why!Why!No one in this world is qualified to be violent to others!No!

I was pushed to the ground by him, the disparity in strength was so great that there was no room for fighting back.

I can't save my mother and I can't save myself.

I start shaking.

Come, come, the violence came back, I really couldn't escape, I was just a speck of dust pressed to the ground by the violence, I didn't even have the strength to turn over, it was too scary.

My mother's sobbing lingered in my ears like a faint wind.

I slowly got up from the ground and smiled.

No, no, I am not dust, I am not crushed dust!

I am spring!What they gave me, I want to give back!Return them all!

Yes, I have to do something, the time has come.

Since then, I have sat in front of the painted trunk and meditated every day.

What are you meditating on?

Contemplating...where to put the plum blossom on the wall and where to lay the bayonet by the river.

I thought about it for a long time but couldn't make up my mind, until another time, he was violent, avoiding his face and punching and kicking my mother's body.

A man's feet can be very heavy when he exerts his strength, as if a stone the size of a fist hits his body, and he cannot avoid it or escape.

I was kicked in the lower abdomen, and I was admitted to the hospital in pain at night.The doctor said it was intrauterine bleeding, which would affect future fertility.

I smiled sympathetically.

good very good.There is no need to think about it anymore, you can put pens on plum blossoms anywhere, and bayonets can be placed anywhere beside the river.

I found him that morning, and I said I hoped to have a talk with him about the beating, and hoped that he could go down the river at 6 o'clock in the evening.

He just glanced at me lightly, nodded and left.He agreed very readily, and didn't even ask why, maybe because he felt that I was a minor and couldn't pose a threat to him.

After talking to him, I immediately rushed to the agreed place, and then sat under an abandoned bridge hole by the river for a day.

Until dark, he came.

I saw him standing by the river, his tall and thin figure looked very elegant, heh, who would have thought that the dignified owner of Qingqifang was actually a perpetrator?

I touched the pocket knife I reorganized and walked towards him.

I told myself, don't panic, calm down, this is not murder but resistance.I'm just a spring and I just want to give back what they gave me.

I approached him from behind, and before he turned around, I shot hard. The shiny knife cut his throat, and the blood that rushed out seemed to be still hot.

After more than ten seconds, he fell forward, and his upper body was soaked in the water.

I stared blankly at the calm river, then looked up at the sky for a while.

Mom, please believe me, our future will be better.

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