in the dark

Chapter 34

Hearing Zhang Zi's coughing, Song Chan was not at all embarrassed, and let go of Song Nan'an to take a closer look.

Breaking away from the frightening height without guardrails, Song Nan'an calmed down, and within a few seconds, he controlled his emotions very well, and nodded to Song Chan in a comforting manner.

Seeing that the person in front of him had calmed down, and there was no further delay, Song Chan came back to his senses and hurriedly said: "Go!" The three ran downstairs with lowered footsteps.

"You can't go out yet," Zhang Zi kept walking, "Stand on the second floor for a while. If you don't see anyone when you enter your house, they probably have to look nearby, and they won't come up."

Song Chan nodded clearly, and the three of them carefully stood against the wall at the corner of the second floor. This place is not as dangerous as the first floor, but they can hear footsteps clearly and can tell whether they have left.

The three of them stood holding their breath for less than half a minute. Sure enough, the sound of chaotic and dense footsteps came, followed by the sound of the door being slammed, the sound of the van starting, and then everything fell silent.

The heart that has been hanging has finally fallen.

Song Chan took a deep breath and leaned against Song Nan'an. Thinking about it now, he was still a little scared. If it wasn't that there was no other way, he would never choose this stupid way of jumping from one building to another anyway. Way, watching Song Nan'an have to face his own psychological obstacles in an emergency.

He is not afraid of heights, but he has heard from many people who are afraid of heights that the feeling of being on the edge of a cliff and feeling that the whole world is spinning so that he is about to fall and be smashed to pieces is extremely debilitating.

He felt distressed, and when he encountered things about Song Nan'an, he would always criticize himself extremely harshly. He had to do everything perfectly to protect himself completely, but he couldn't do it every time.

Just as he was thinking, Song Chan suddenly felt his right hand warm up. Song Nan'an held it up, and saw that he seemed to have seen through something, and looked up at Song Chan with his hands tightly clenched.

Song Nan'an in front of him was cold and calm, and he wanted him to feel at ease.

Song Chan looked back and smiled slightly.

Suddenly, the vibrating sound of the mobile phone rang, their respective thoughts were interrupted, and the three of them looked at the source of the sound vigilantly.

Zhang Zi took out the cell phone in his pocket, the screen lit up, it was a text message from Dong Zi.

Zhang Zi glanced at it, and hurriedly raised his head and said: "Something happened to Dongzi!" Before the two people in front of him could speak, he turned his head and began to make arrangements: "I'll go, you wait here for a few more minutes , you can leave if you are optimistic about the situation!"

He was extremely anxious, and he should have expected it earlier, since someone was able to rush over here immediately when they arrived, there must be something wrong in some link!

The people in front of them ran downstairs in a blink of an eye. Song Nan'an and Song Chan waited on the second floor for a long time. Looking out of the window, they didn't find anything unusual. They probably didn't have the brains to hide in the dark and wait. , the two went downstairs cautiously.

It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, Master Huang has a lot of people, and many people know Song Chan, not to mention that he has lived here for a few years, maybe he can meet acquaintances just around the corner.

Song Nan'an was unfamiliar with this area, Song Chan walked ahead and led the way, and the two wanted to detour back to the textile factory to pick up the car.

At this time, when the sun is in the sky, several small alleys between residential buildings are connected to a big alley. Although the big alley is not as clean as the asphalt roads in big cities, it is also considered spacious, and there is a shady place on the side of the road for parking. There are many snack stalls driven by tricycles, and the heat is dense.

Maybe it was just lunch time, and the small roadside shop was full of people, and there were construction site workers wearing gray and black cloth and hard hats coming and going, with muddy nails and rough voices. , the world is full of states.

Song Chan led Song Nan'an for about [-] meters in the big alley, just about to turn around the third small alley and go around the left rear to go to the textile factory. A table of men with a very strange atmosphere.

The man sitting at the head of the table glanced out. Coincidentally, the two of them looked at each other!

Song Chan frowned, paused, and glanced reflexively outside the noodle shop, a van suddenly stopped there!

It's fucking shit!This can hit!

Song Nan'an on the side had already realized this scene, and reminded in a low voice, "It's them."

Song Chan nodded slightly, and from the corner of his eye, all the men sitting at the table in the meeting room had stood up, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

It's too late to count, in short, two to many are not worth it, and without caring too much, Song Chan pulled Song Nan'an and started running towards the left.

Seeing this, the men behind hurriedly started to chase after him.

The sound of chaotic footsteps fell like raindrops.

If you encounter someone chasing someone in this kind of place, don't expect brave people to rush out on the side of the road. Most people will just choose to stick to the wall so as not to make a fuss.

Accompanied by the rapid running came more and more heavy breathing. Song Chan and Song Nan'an did not dare to relax in front. Outflanked, so had to find a place to hide.

Even turning several turns, Song Chan, who had been running in the alley for a long time without getting rid of anyone, dragged Song Nan'an into an old shop with no sign outside. At first glance, it looked like a private residence.

As soon as you enter the store, loud and dynamic music hits your eardrums, colorful lights flicker in the dark environment, and many people are writhing in the middle of the dance floor. In front of you, there is a wall full of drinks.

Song Nan'an frowned and glanced at the two men at the bar who were ecstatically kissing. The bartender wiped the glass carefully with a calm expression.

Song Chan saw his doubts, and kept pulling him in while explaining: "This is gay." After finishing speaking, he fell silent. As for why there are gay bars in such small places , he really couldn't explain it clearly.

The hall was not safe, Song Chan took Song Nan'an to the bathroom familiarly, opened the door and hid in.

The two looked at each other, not daring to breathe too hard, wondering if the group of people would follow in here, under normal circumstances, if they lost track, the group of people would be divided into several groups to expand the search area.

I don't know how long I waited, but two people came to go to the toilet. The sound of pushing the door made Song Chan break out in sweat. A few minutes later, there seemed to be some noise in the hall.

Song Chan's heart sank, it should be now.

Just when his mind was full of muddleheaded thoughts, thinking about what to do if someone pushed the door, he would have to resist with force, and what to do if there were too many people to resist, Song Nan'an in front of him moved a step.

His eyes suddenly went dark, and Song Nan'an's breath lingered around him.

Song Chan, who didn't react at all and was still deep in his own thoughts, was stunned for half a second, only to feel his lips soften, and Song Nan'an's kiss fell towards him, lips, ears, neck, collarbone, kiss and bite.

"When they come," Song Nan'an said in a low voice, "remember to speak up."

The noise in the hall stopped, and vague footsteps sounded.

Song Chan understood in an instant.

But, he won't, oh no, it should be said that he is ashamed, he doesn't want to.

The first reaction in my heart was, please spare me, I would rather go out and fight, and it is better to have a bloody head, a broken arm, and a broken leg than to be the best actor of the Golden Horse.

What's more... still acting in such a difficult scene... I really want to save myself some face.

Seeing Song Chan, Song Nan'an seemed to be taken aback, and bit his neck hard.

Song Chan was in pain, the sound of footsteps outside was still very vague, there should be some distance away, he heard more than one person, he pinched Song Nan'an's arm and said in a low voice, "I don't agree!" Let's fight! shelf!

As soon as the words fell, Song Nan'an paused, as if he was thinking about something, and within a second, Song Chan changed from facing to facing away, and was forced against the wall.

After a series of movements, Song Chan was completely stunned. It wasn't until Song Nan'an held him down and stretched out his hand to get into his pants that he came back to his senses. He didn't dare to break free violently and only dared to growl in a low voice: "Fuck, I'll wait for a while!" If the legs are weak, who will fight?!"

Song Nan'an ignored him, and while kissing his ear, pulled his trousers down a few inches, and held them up without the slightest hesitation.

Song Chan snorted, straightened his back as if patiently, the dim yellow light reflected on his face, revealing a wild beauty inexplicably.

No matter how tense or inappropriate the atmosphere was, the physical stimulation eventually prevailed.

Song Chan gradually felt that his consciousness was a little floating, and all sensory perceptions were concentrated in Song Nan'an's troublesome hands.

"Don't bear it!" Song Nan'an exerted a little force on his right hand, and kept moving, and the free hand stroked Song Chan's back along Song Chan's waist.

Gradually, the sound of footsteps seemed to have reached the door, and there was a strange pause.

Song Nan'an intensified his movements, hugged Song Chan up, and grasped it skillfully with his hands. Suddenly, Song Chan couldn't hold it back, tilted his head slightly and let out a deep groan, his legs hit the ground hard as if looking for a support point, Then there was a heavy gasp.

There is enough movement and movement across the door, but something needs to be added.

Song Nan'an stroked Song Chan's slightly opened eyes with his clean hand, his expression was calm, but the words he uttered were bewitching.

"Baby, are you comfortable?" The voice was low, just enough for the people outside the door to hear.

As soon as the words fell, Song Chan trembled unconsciously in Song Nan'an's arms, and he didn't dare to make a sound or look up at him.

This mother is simply a monster... or the kind that locks life and soul...

The two of them remained motionless in a half-embracing position, and after a while, the sound of footsteps outside the door gradually faded away.

When the crisis was resolved, the two of them didn't dare to make a sound for safety reasons. It was not until a long time later that there was no problem. Song Chan took a moment to break free from Song Nan'an's arms and stand up. Sticky.

Song Chan's face turned red, and after a glance, both of them got some on their hands, and immediately said like a cat: "Wash it! Wash it now!"

Shame, shame... I'm going to throw it away.

Song Nan'an looked at him amusedly, and asked, "Aren't your legs weak?" It was an obvious joke...

Song Chan was taken aback, and wanted to roll his eyes: "I'm not soft anymore!" Believe it or not, you can do it a few more times without being soft-legged?

Song Nan'an smiled faintly, opened the door and washed his hands with Song Chan and walked towards the hall.

The author has something to say: At 03:30 in the morning, people are going to be useless T﹏T