in the dark

Chapter 21

After eating for a while, the mobile phone in his pocket rang endlessly. Song Chan turned to Song Nan'an and motioned for him to take it out, "Your phone."

Song Nan'an took the phone, and Song Jiaoye called.

"Brother! The two exercise books I put in the study are gone, have you seen it?" The voice on the other end of the phone was loud.

Song Chan frowned, without turning on the loudspeaker, he could hear that stinky girl talking, chirping like a sparrow all day long.

Song Nan'an put down the bowl and chopsticks: "No, are you sure it's in the study?"

"I'm sure and sure!" Song Jiaoye howled, "I clearly remembered putting it on the table, why did it suddenly disappear!"

"Look carefully."

"The whole house has been searched!" She can hear her anxiety now: "No, there are other things on it, why suddenly disappeared. Let the second brother answer the phone, I will ask him. "

Song Nan'an handed the phone to Song Chan.

Song Chan was sitting on the chair next to Song Nan'an. Although the voice on the other end of the phone was indistinct, he listened to the content without saying anything, and choked up: "I didn't see it."

Song Jiaoye started to slander: "Fart! I think it's you!"

"Stop pouring dirty water on me! Who wants two stinky books? I have the heart to fix you but I don't have the patience to read them, okay?"

It is indeed a truth, Song Jiaoye originally just wanted to flirt with him, and stopped biting the matter, and asked seriously: "Didn't you see it?"

"No." Song Chan replied decisively, "Are you sure you are at home? Is it possible that you are in the school dormitory, classroom or something."

"Impossible, I clearly remember taking it home in the bag."

"Then look for it carefully." Song Chan was not in the mood to waste his meal time chatting with others, "That's it, bye."

"Okay, okay." The other end of the phone said goodbye irritably and hung up the phone.

Eating is a major event in life, Song Chan put Song Nan'an's phone next to his own phone on the table, and focused on the meal in front of him.

When the mobile phone was passed from Song Nan'an to Song Chan, He Yang began to observe the two of them. Now that the mobile phone was put on the table, he glanced at the mobile phone case, smiled inexplicably, and asked Song Nan'an, "Sister?"

Song Nan'an explained lightly: "She couldn't find something, so she came to ask a few questions."

Song Chan curled his lips aside and murmured, "Missing things all day long."

He Yang laughed when he heard it: "Really, you look very familiar."

Song Nan'an looked at the two people in front of him, and said, "Song Chan is my assistant." He paused for a few seconds, as if thinking, "It's also my brother."

He Yang snorted, nodded and asked doubtfully, "Why didn't you know you had a younger brother before?"

Song Nan'an was about to answer, but Song Chan cut off the conversation.

"No." Song Chan broke away from himself in a daze, and hurriedly stopped the topic of his younger brother, "Not younger brother, not related by blood." If he sat back in his younger brother's seat again, he would feel that all the hardships he suffered after leaving the Song family for four or five years were all In vain.

Fart brother, he doesn't want to be a brother!Well, life still needs to be somewhat ideal.When he was working with Master Huang back then, he would look at the photos in his mobile phone album every night. Now, since he is already by someone's side, he naturally hopes that there will be some progress that should be made or should not be made. Son.

So he really rejects this word. If anyone mentions his younger brother to him in the future, he will be anxious!

He Yang didn't continue to ask, seeing Song Chan's agitated look, he lightly said to Song Nan'an: "Your brother is quite interesting."

Song Chan: "..." The fuck said it wasn't my brother, did this guy do it on purpose or just talk?

Song Nan'an chuckled, glanced at Song Chan and poured himself a bowl of chicken soup.

Feeling full of anger, Song Chan put down the bowl, "I'll go to the door to get some air." He picked up his mobile phone and left the box.

The door clicked shut.

He Yang took out a cigarette case from his jacket and put it on the table, the lighter seemed to be passing the time between extinguishing and igniting, and he didn't intend to bring one.

"Is your old antique okay? Didn't you urge you to go back and inherit the throne?" There were only two people left, and He Yang immediately changed his tone.Appearance is a matter of appearance. Many people, like He Yang, have completely different faces in front of friends and outsiders. Otherwise, why do celebrities need to establish a person.

Song Nan'an took a sip of the soup, "He won't urge you to talk about good things in advance."

He Yang laughed, "My dad is in a hurry."

"Isn't your brother supporting you?"

"Not this." He Yang ignited the lighter again, "I'm in a hurry to go on a trip with your old antique."

Song Nan'an replied indifferently: "I haven't heard of it."

"You don't call once a month, so of course you haven't heard of it." He Yang squinted his eyes, wondering where he was looking: "Is that kid really your brother?"

"It was then."

"Tsk tsk tsk, there are so many things in your family." He Yang teased, "I always thought that I was quite familiar with your family, but I don't know when there will be an extra brother."

"It's a bit complicated." Song Nan'an said after a moment of silence, "He was no longer at our house when you knew those things."

"Oh." He Yang dragged the ending for a long time, and asked with interest, "Your brother...you didn't see anything?"

"What do you mean?" Song Nan'an's tone was very light.

"Don't pretend, what I can see with three eyes is not just a matter of one eye?" He Yang smiled, "My dad and your dad are hiding so deep that you still can't see it."

Song Nan'an didn't answer, but kept his eyes on the mobile phone beside him.

"Oh, it wasn't me who said, don't you think my family and your family's old man are getting more and more blatant? This month, January, either fly to Paris or Melbourne, the business trip is so happy, I'm so envious. Seeing that Song Nan'an didn't speak, He Yang continued to babble, "I think your mother and my mother are the same, shopping and traveling, one day at a time. I have never seen any marriage that can be harmonious to such a degree."

"Don't just answer me, we can be regarded as brothers if we turn the corner anyway." He Yang couldn't hold his tongue, and babbled, "Also, don't tell me that you really didn't see your brother's thoughts ?”

Song Nan'an glanced at He Yang: "Is it related to you?"

"Yes, I knew you knew." The words were a bit convoluted, He Yang's mouth twitched, "I didn't expect you to follow in the footsteps of the old man at home."

Song Nan'an was silent.

"Fortunately, I'm a good young man, otherwise the police station will not be able to get along." He Yang is like a mirror in his heart, like a policeman, a bank employee, or something. As long as he is a civil servant who eats the country, if If you dare to be confused about your sexual orientation, then your job may be hard to keep.

The two were chatting, and Song Chan, who had gone out to breathe, opened the door and walked in, saying, "It's raining."

"Okay, let's go then." Seeing that the time was almost up, He Yang got up and said, "I'll take you to the hotel."

On the second day, it was dark outside the window, and there was a knock on the door.

Song Chan touched the mobile phone on the bedside table and checked the time, it was only 04:30.I saw him stroke his hair, his mind was still muddled, and he couldn't wake up immediately.

There was constant knocking on the door, and he could only open the door unsteadily.

"Still awake?" Song Nan'an stood at the door, holding something in his hand.

"Hmm..." Song Chan narrowed his eyes in a daze.

Song Nan'an snorted softly: "Can't remember what I told you?"

"Ok?"

"Hiss... I forgot!" Song Chan patted his forehead hard, "Remember to set the alarm clock before going to bed! Immediately, immediately! Wait for me for 5 minutes!" Said that he hurriedly went to the bathroom.

Song Nan'an entered the door and put the breakfast on the bedside table.

Song Chan's cell phone was on, probably because the time had not come and the screen hadn't been locked yet. When Song Nan'an turned around, his eyes glanced over inadvertently, and he saw a familiar profile face.

my own.

The time was short, and the screen went dark within a second.

Song Nan'an froze for a few seconds, frowned slightly, and walked to the window to look out at the street outside.It was very dark, and the street lamps were still on beside the street. The yellow light shone on the passers-by, leaving a bit of warmth.

"Have you had breakfast?" Song Chanji pulled on his shoes, still holding a mouthful of foam as he walked, insisting on walking out of the bathroom, babbled for words.

"Eat." Song Nan'an moved his gaze from the window to Song Chan who was standing against the light, "I brought it for you too."

"Okay." Song Chan smiled brightly, "Thank you!" After speaking, he stepped into the bathroom with a few strides and vomited the foam.

It was only after five o'clock when I arrived at Yao Town in He Yang's car after breakfast. It was very early, and the sky was foggy and black.

"You policemen always choose this kind of time to do their work?" Song Chan stabbed, if He Yang hadn't called him "brother" when he met him early in the morning, he can guarantee that he would not be like this.

"No, it's not good to kill everyone with this shot." He Yang held the steering wheel and smiled, playing with his lips, "I'm the only one."

Song Chan scoffed.There is a saying that people should not be judged by their appearance.When I saw this man for the first time, I thought he was an upright and upright policeman, but now he is just like me, no matter how you look at him, he looks like a hooligan.Of course, it's not a hooligan with pure blood all the way up.

Seeing that Song Chan didn't answer, He Yang continued to play, "Besides, how do you know that I decide the time to go out, so it can't be your brother's decision?"

"I said I'm not his brother!" Song Chan was annoyed.This person is really fucking poisonous, he just wants to say what others don't want to hear.

He Yang laughed, and took a meaningful look at Song Nan'an who was sitting silently beside him, "Interesting." He said softly, humming a song and began to look for an open space where he could park his car.

As soon as the car stopped, Song Chan got out of the car and rolled his eyes, and the car door slammed with a muffled sound.

The two people sitting in the car fell silent at the same time. The sound insulation effect of this car is quite good.

"Enough." Song Nanan said to He Yang after a few seconds of silence.

"What? It's a treasure?" He Yang joked, curled his lips and shook his head pretending to be regretful, "So you can't even tease me a few words."

"It's not what you think."

"Haha. What am I thinking?" He Yanghu questioned, "Could it be that you didn't mean that? Don't be stubborn, why didn't I find out before that you can tolerate such a person chattering by your side? Also, your mobile phone case— —”

There was a knock on the car window before he finished speaking, and Song Chan was standing outside, opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what to say.The internal and external, if the sound is not loud enough, it cannot be heard clearly.

"Okay, don't be funny. It's important." He Yang opened the car door, stretched his waist, and said loudly, "Oh, I'm under a lot of pressure. I just ran into such a case not long after I was transferred. It's annoying! "

Song Chan glanced at someone who was stretching pretentiously, and muttered, "We're already here and still dawdling in the car."

He Yang pretended to just remember, and turned to look at him, "Why are you knocking on the window?"

"It's nothing." Song Chan rolled his eyelids and walked towards Song Nan'an, "I think you're doing things wrong."

"Hey! What nonsense are you talking about! Go ask, everyone in the police station knows that I have always been the most efficient in doing things!" He Yang objected, "If it wasn't for my high efficiency, why would we be here so early today! "

Song Chan stood beside Song Nan'an, squinting at He Yang, but didn't answer.

In front of the meeting, the two stood neatly and looked at him harmoniously, He Yang suddenly felt that it was no longer interesting, tsk tsk, how dare this couple bully him?

"Okay, it's important." He Yang smiled and took out his mobile phone, "I asked Xiaogao and the others to investigate in private last night about what you were talking about. Not only do they exist, there are more than one or two in this town. According to Judging from the information they gave, there are four serious ones who are leading people, besides some half-baked ones, who are said to know a little bit but can only help the people in the town to deal with some trivial matters."

"I'll send you the list and home address. Xiao Gao and the others will come to me later, and when someone comes, they will send you a few people. We will split up." He Yang called Xiao Gao after speaking to Song Nan'an , "Let me remind you, don't wake up early and still not see what you want to see."

Song Nan'an nodded.

There's a reason they got up so early on this trip.One of the key points in the information I got last night is that it is said that Qianren will perform daily worship to God every morning before dawn under the peach tree in front of his house, burning ghost coins, burning wax and burning incense. necessary.

As an atheist, He Yang never believed in these gods and gods. It is better to believe in science than praying to God and worshiping Buddha. The best solution is to go to the hospital for serious illness and minor pain, so he is very grateful for the so-called pulling people in this town. Interesting, most of the people here are old and brainwashed by superstition, he wants to see what is going on today.

"There's no need to send anyone." Song Nan'an said, "Let's go to the fourth house first."

"Okay, pay attention to safety." Xiao Gao's phone number has been dialed, and He Yang no longer talks to Song Nan'an, it's just a small town, and it won't encounter some villains full of guns blowing up to take revenge on society as before. The serial murderer, the risk factor is not high.

Song Nan'an and Song Chan walked towards the center of the town along a path.

In such a small place, the navigation is definitely useless. Fortunately, the house numbers of every house are clearly nailed to the door. It wasn't particularly difficult to find the two people at the address.

After turning several turns, the originally dark surroundings changed. Suddenly, yellow and orange fires appeared in front of them. The surroundings were very quiet. The two of them stepped on the dry fallen leaves on the ground, and the sound of leaves cracking could be heard.

The bright yellow light was not far ahead, and it was inexplicably frightening to see such a fire in such a dark sky.