in the dark

Chapter 26

Seeing the two of them leave the house, Song Nan'an took out the mobile phone he had brought from Song Chan in advance, and walked towards the place where the porcelain vases were placed.

When he got closer, he found that the two bottles were placed against the wall. He got closer, and he took a closer look at the two round children painted on the bottles. Except for the chubby faces, he could see them more clearly than when he was sitting in the distance. The most striking thing is the clothes on them. Even the paintings can tell that they are brand new, like the new clothes of the old Chinese New Year, but this kind of clothes will never be seen in daily life, because it looks normal at first glance, but when you look closely But it is extremely weird, with complicated patterns, old and straight styles, and dull colors, as if... as if it is a shroud worn by a dead person!

Song Nan'an inspected it for a while, then raised his hand to gently move the porcelain vase, only to see three lines of small golden characters gradually appearing behind the originally clean vase with only one painting on it!

——If there are women, hold this Dharani;

They are all evil achievements, men and women are in their womb;

An Yin fetus grows, and all births are happy.

The rune of asking for a child!The runes on the pendants of the two children!

Song Nan'an paused, and immediately took out his mobile phone to take pictures to collect evidence, runes, paintings, porcelain vases, etc. After taking photos, he hurriedly sent the photos to He Yang.It only takes a second, and all the clues in my heart are connected together. What I have to do now is to leave here before the person returns.

When the mobile phone showed that the transmission was successful, the flame of the candle in front of the porcelain bottle suddenly went out, and the pieces of light reflected on the bottle disappeared in an instant. Song Nan'an glanced alertly. Coincidentally, the two candles were just burning to the end. People are playing tricks.

Just when he was about to get up, suddenly, giggles came from behind him - a black figure.

"Mie! Mie!" The idiot had already stood in the living room at some point, shaking his head while applauding, grinning happily.

In the silent living room, the laughter was particularly frightening.

Fortunately, he was just an ignorant fool, and Song Nan'an's heart sank in his throat, but judging from the current situation, he couldn't delay any longer and had to leave first.

When he passed the applauding fool and was about to go out, a figure flashed in - the middle-aged man had returned home at some point, and he was just hiding in the corner of the outer door of the living room, just waiting for an opportunity to act!

Song Nan'an was hit by someone without any precautions. The man was very strong and he used a thick stick. His vision gradually began to blur, and he fell to the right unsteadily. Before his consciousness completely disappeared The only perception is that I seem to have smashed some glassware.

And on the other side more than ten minutes ago—Song Chan followed the woman a few steps to the kiln outside the house. The kiln is very big, and the surroundings are tightly sealed, leaving only a door in front. The layout of the kiln is very ordinary. The inside is the place where the kiln is fired, which occupies almost the entire area, and the front is a small open space. Around the wall, bricks and tiles half a person's height are built, and some unknown bottles and jars are placed on it. Can.

Song Chan looked around, walked a few steps deeper, and sighed: "Your family is quite big, can you usually come here?"

The woman followed Song Chan, "I'm too busy. In previous years, I would invite locals to do odd jobs."

Song Chan asked when he couldn't go any further: "Part-time job?"

The woman bowed her head and nodded: "This kind of thing actually has peak season and off-season. It is common for many people to come to work for about a month."

Song Chan nodded understandingly, "That's right, I guess your family is not enough when you're busy, let alone you and your brother..." He pretended to say something wrong and fell silent.

After the two sides were silent, the woman smiled as if she didn't mind, "My brother... really can't help, it's a good thing if he doesn't make trouble, as for me, it's the same, even if I want to do something, my father won't allow it. "

As soon as the words fell, Song Chan immediately thought of something. The patriarchal Han Po said when he first came, and the bruises on her arms all pointed to something extremely important that had not been revealed. He tentatively opened his mouth, "Your injury...was caused by your father?" The tone was very light.

The woman didn't know if it was right or not, she just smiled lightly, and the worry between her brows could be seen clearly.

Song Chan looked around, and continued: "This town of yours...is very strange. We have seen a lot in the few days we've been here." The only thing he can do now is to insinuate and gradually open up the topic.

The woman was silent for a long time, perhaps because Song Chan's worry about her injuries earlier made her let go of her guard, and said, "Son is more important than girls." She sighed deeply, "My father never asked me to take care of him. About the brothel, but my brother's appearance...you have also seen it."

"I know, Dad has always wanted someone who can take over the brothel, but I'm not a man." As she spoke, the woman gradually became emotional, as if she had been suppressed for a long time, "He has always been short-tempered, maybe he will get angry when he sees me, I am a person who will eventually marry into a foreigner's family."

"But you are his daughter."

"No, you don't understand." The woman shook her head slowly, sobbing slightly, "You haven't seen his temper, you haven't seen it!" Then she said, "In our town, if any family has no son Or... like my father, if you are a fool, you will never be able to hold your head up!"

……so serious.

Song Chan paused, and looked at the two balls of black cloth in the corner, "Why don't you try to regenerate?" The more she listened to her, the more suspicious she became.

The woman said, her voice suddenly became louder, "I can't help it, I tried all kinds of methods to no avail. I tried everything that should be tried!"

Song Chan was frightened by the woman's tone behind him, turned around and moved his eyes from the black cloth to her face, and was about to say words of comfort, when a crisp sound of broken glassware came - from the direction of the main house!

Song Nan'an!

Song Chan's heart seemed to have stopped beating, and reflexively passed the woman and ran into the house quickly.

Looking at the empty living room in front of him, Song Chan's chest heaved and heaved greatly because of the violent running, Song Nan'an is not here anymore - the glass shards lay quietly on the ground, and the sharp fragments were stained with silk. There were traces of blood, the candle in front of the porcelain vase had already been extinguished, and the fool stood by the door blankly.

Song Chan tried his best to control his breathing, looked around the living room, and his eyes stayed on the fool, even though he might not understand anything, but there was nothing he could do, this was the only person in front of him, Song Chan couldn't hold back his emotions and was irritable He shouted, "Where are people!?"

The fool was startled by the voice, and repeated Song Chan's words in his mouth, "Where are people? Where are people?"

"Didn't you fucking answer us that day?!" Song Chan was annoyed. Last time when he was dealing with dog corpses in the alley, he could give simple answers, but he looked like he couldn't understand at all.

The fool flinched and leaned against Qiang, muttering something silently.

"I'm fucking asking you something!" Song Chan stepped forward and grabbed his collar.The incident happened so suddenly, his mind seemed to be muddled, and he didn't know what to do in a hurry. He never thought that the best way to deal with it now is to contact He Yang, and then send someone to search in the town.

The woman rushed in and saw Song Chan pinching her brother's collar with a vicious look, and hurriedly dissuaded her, "What happened? Don't be impulsive! Let it go first!" She said, looking at the scene in front of her, "You... ...what about that person?"

Song Chan raised his eyebrows and glared: "I should be the one asking you this question, right?"

"What are you talking about?" She looked puzzled, "We?"

Song Chan examined his expression and asked aggressively, "Where is he?"

"I don't know." The woman's expression was very frank, as if she really didn't know what happened, "Calm down first, you can ask anything you want to know, I will never hide what I know."

Song Chan looked at the person in front of him, and gradually calmed down after asking and answering.Yes, he must be calm. Being irritable can't solve any problems. He has to figure out a solution quickly according to logical analysis. He can't delay any longer. Such irritability is just a waste of time.

Analyze, analyze logically.

The broken glass and bloodstains on the ground all showed that Song Nan'an was injured and taken away. Right now, the biggest suspect - the owner of this room has always been the object of their suspicion!

He was in the kiln just now, and if someone entered the yard, he might not know it, but after hearing the sound of glass breaking from the room, he hurried in, within 20 seconds at most. If a person runs out of the living room alone in 20 seconds, it is impossible not to be discovered by him, let alone an injured or unconscious person with him!

Therefore, he must have taken another route and took Song Nan'an to hide in some secret place for a short time.

"Where is the back door of your house?" Song Chan asked hastily when he had a thought.

The woman pointed in a direction, and Song Chan hurriedly rushed over.

Pushing open the back door, there is an endless forest in front of you, no one is there, only the chirping of birds.

Song Chan walked a few steps, the forest was very big and quiet, he looked around in a daze, his originally calm heart gradually began to lose control, such a big forest is so fucking big that it makes people irritated!

I saw him pacing back and forth a few times, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, dialed Song Nan'an and waited - beeped several times, but no one answered.

Song Chan stroked his hair, turned to call He Yang, and answered quickly.

"Hello? Where are you now?" asked the other end of the phone, with a noisy background.

Song Chan noticed that He Yang asked you and not you, that is to say, he didn't know anything yet.That's right, he lost this fucking person right in front of him, how could others know, Song Chan blamed himself so much that he didn't know how to speak, and after a while, he murmured: "Song Nan'an is gone."

"What?!" He Yang's voice suddenly became louder, "It's gone?" He obviously sent a clue a few minutes ago!

"Yes, it's gone! Hurry up and send someone over, and I'll send you the location!" Song Chan didn't want to argue with him, saving lives was the most important thing right now, so he hung up the phone and sent the location.

"Did you find anything?" The woman followed.

Song Chan thought about it, and now he can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor, "Do you know that your father has done a lot of outrageous things?" family.

The woman was surprised: "I... don't know, what happened?"

Song Chan pondered her expression, it seemed that she really didn't know.It seemed that the man was extremely cautious in doing things, he didn't have any helpers, and everything was hidden tightly, so that no one other than himself would know.

Song Chan took out the relevant documents, and said seriously: "I am a policeman, do you understand the case of children burned to death in the town recently?"

She looked surprised, glanced at the certificate several times, then nodded slightly, as if she had already guessed what it was, "You mean...it has something to do with my father?"

"Yes, we suspect that your father planned and executed the whole case, and he was the one who injured someone and took him away just now!" Song Chan said in a serious tone, "I don't know what else he will do now! If He did not know how to repent and continue to commit crimes, and he will only push himself into the abyss!"

"You are his daughter, so you don't want to see him go down this wrong path, do you? The more mistakes you make, the heavier the sentence. I think you should be clear about this."

"Dad...he..." The woman covered her mouth, trembling all over, "You...how do you want me to help? I don't know anything."

"Call, call him!"

"it is good."

At the same time, in the corner of the alley where the two had avoided before, Song Nan'an gradually woke up from his coma. He blinked to regain consciousness, and found himself unable to move, with a sharp pain in his throat, unable to utter a word. voice comes.

Tilting his head slightly, he saw the middle-aged man sitting next to him smoking a cigarette, looking into the distance with blurred eyes, the phone vibrated for an incoming call, the man took out the phone from his pocket, glanced at it, and hung up.

"Hi, my name is Bu Huajun." Seeing that the person beside him had woken up, the man stubbed out his cigarette.

Song Nan'an looked at him indifferently.

As he spoke, the phone vibrated again, but this time it was Song Nan'an's. Since Song Chan had called before, Bu Huajun had already taken out his phone and threw it on the ground.

The man glanced at him and said in a rough voice, "Song Chan, are you a colleague? You are very persistent."

Song Nan'an couldn't make a sound, and looked at him with a frown.

The man lit a cigarette again, took a deep puff and coughed, "Why do you think your police are doing such bad things? You have to take care of such a small place?"

"We are just ordinary people, living a pitiful life." He paused for a while, "Look at me, I have never looked up in my life, what's the use of having a big kiln, or having a lot of money? Not to be looked down upon."

"Why, it's because I gave birth to a fool. But it's not up to me to decide. God is unfair to me. I want to ask him to get it back. If I don't get it back, I can't swallow this breath. The anger of being looked down upon for the rest of my life!"

"I know you know everything." The man smiled vicissitudes of life, "Today your colleagues are checking other places, I went to see, and they mentioned you. Expert, right?"

Song Nan'an moved slightly, his eyes darkened.

"Tell me, if you're gone, will they know that I did the thing?" The man's face suddenly became sinister, "I want to live, and I want a son!"

"Son, my son, my healthy and healthy son," the man's tone seemed to be full of emotion, "I want to keep my brothel for my healthy and healthy son!"