in the dark

Seeing Jiaoye take a taxi and leave, the three became two, and Song Nan'an didn't play high-altitude sports, so Song Chan had no interest in continuing to play.

It was still early, and the two of them were walking on the path that Song Jiaoye had pointed out earlier. The narrow gravel path seemed a bit out of tune with a place like a playground, but fortunately, the artistic conception was there, not to mention that the playground was newly built. , explored areas that were not covered in previous playgrounds, and the green facilities are well done, making it look like a large garden.

For example, the gravel road that the two of them are walking at this moment is covered by trees, and the towering banyan trees are decorated with dark gray branches, with distinct roots, which makes people want to take a walk on such a road to enjoy the scenery.

"It's hard to come out just for fun, why don't you take a picture?" Seeing that the scenery is really good, Song Chan took out his mobile phone after thinking about it, turned on the camera and pointed it at Song Nan'an, "Come on, I'll take some pictures for you first. "

In the past, the candid shots were either from the back or from the side, and those that were slightly upright were taken quietly while he was sleeping and unconscious. It can be said that there has never been a serious frontal photo with eyes open, but now it is different, naturally. You can go a step further and get some benefits.

Song Chan was overjoyed in his heart, and looked for several directions with his mobile phone.

Song Nan'an turned his head to look at Song Chan, and was stunned for less than a second, then he seemed to recover and raised his hand to block it.

Song Chan withdrew his hand, bent his lips and smiled flatteringly: "It's okay, I'll save it on my phone after I take it, and don't show it to others."

Tsk, it's all blurred, I can't see clearly.

Forget it, deleted the retake.

"I didn't take a good shot," Song Chan quickly deleted the high-blurry photo, and raised the phone again, "Don't block it."

Song Nan'an frowned, feeling a little helpless, "I don't like taking pictures." As he spoke, he walked towards Song Chan, raised his hand and pulled out his phone.

"Then let's take a photo together?" Song Chan shook his shoulders and rubbed against Song Nan'an.

"I'll take a photo for you." Song Nan'an walked a few meters away with his mobile phone, pointed at Song Chan, "laugh."

"Hey——" Seeing this posture, Song Chan probably couldn't be persuaded, "Okay." No longer entangled, he quickly bared his teeth and smiled.

After half a sound—

"Are you ready?" It was a tiring job to show your teeth, and your face was going to freeze.

Song Nan'an stood not far away for more than ten seconds without moving, then put down his phone.

Probably the filming was over, Song Chan ran over a few steps, looked down and looked aside, "This one is not bad."

Song Nan'an turned back one by one and took a lot of pictures. Although the backgrounds are the same, the smiles and movements are different.

"This one is okay too." Song Chan asked with a smile, "Isn't it pretty?"

Song Nan'an glanced at him.

"Okay." Song Chan scratched his head, "It's a bit silly."

"No." Song Nan'an held the phone with one hand, and gently swiped his thumb on the screen, "It looks good."

Song Chan raised his eyebrows, tsk, this compliment is quite useful.

Song Nan'an's finger was still on the screen and continued to swipe backwards. Song Chan glanced at it.

"How much did you take?" someone asked guiltily.

All the photos stored in his phone were secretly taken before, and the blurry ones he took just now have been deleted. If he didn't stop looking through these few photos, he would definitely see the old photos.

"Not many," Song Nan'an replied, "about five or six."

"Ah," Song Chan responded unconsciously, the first thought in his mind was, no, the phone must be brought back immediately, he paused, and hurriedly said: "Forget it, there's nothing to see, let's go— -Why!"

Just about to say don't look at it, Song Chan, who has the same face anyway, suddenly went dumb.

Fuck, didn't stop it.

The world is so quiet, as if waiting for Song Nan'an to finish flipping through all the photos.

Song Nan'an didn't have any expression on his face. He flicked his fingers one by one, and stayed for about five seconds for each photo.

Song Chan stared intently at Song Nan'an who was looking at the photo, almost staring at a big hole.

He was so nervous that he even counted how many times he blinked every time he looked at a photo.

Unbiased, one photo blinks once, and blinks when the next one is changed.

After flipping through about 20 sheets, Song Nan'an didn't seem to be ready to stop, and didn't ask any questions.

Song Chan stood aside and thought about it for a while, and felt that it would be better to tell the truth, and said in a low voice, "Don't read, there are more than 500 pictures, all of them are enough for lunch."

Song Nan'an didn't answer, and then flipped through a dozen more.

Anyway, I’ve seen it, and from now on, it doesn’t matter if it’s secret or not, which means that you don’t need to hide and set up a password anymore. Song Chan said with a good mood: “If you want to eat yellow stewed chicken and rice, just now, I'm hungry."

Candid shots are sneak shots, doesn't this prove from the side that he has only liked one since he was a child?This is very commendable, isn't it?

"Okay, let's eat." Song Nan'an finally stopped turning back, put the phone back into Song Chan's pocket, pursed his lips slightly and said, "It's a good shot."

"Huh?" Song Chan was slightly taken aback, not expecting to get this answer.

"I didn't realize you photographed me." Song Nan'an looked up at him, and the two continued to walk on the gravel road.

It turned out that he was cautious in doing things. He thought he was praising his good photography skills. Song Chan thought about his words and said, "I was very careful. I was taking pictures at that time. I was afraid that you would find out, so I only dared to stand behind you."

Well, behind.

After looking at the back and looking up for many years.

"Time flies," Song Nan'an mused.

"Yes, back then—" Song Chan was attracted by a doll wearing a pink skirt on the ground, "Which child's? The dolls are all lost."

Song Nan'an looked around.

Song Chan looked at it for a while, it must have been accidentally dropped, it was still brand new, anyway, he was idle, so he squatted down and looked at it again after thinking about it.

Song Nan'an frowned, walked behind Song Chan, "Listen carefully."

"Huh?" Song Chan leaned back, not knowing why, leaning on Song Nan'an's leg and looking at him, "What?"

"The cry of a child."

Song Chan raised his eyebrows, stood up numbly, concentrating for a while, and sure enough, there was crying.

The little girl's cry was very small, bursts of bursts, if you don't listen carefully, it is easy to be ignored, just like a muffled cry when someone covers her mouth.

"On the left, behind that house?" Song Chan asked Song Nan'an with his eyes.

Song Nan'an nodded, and slightly raised his chin toward the house.

Song Chan nodded clearly, and the two walked towards the source of the sound one after the other.

At a distance of about ten meters, the two walked vigilantly by the side of the road. Under the cover of trees, the voice could be heard faintly.

Turning, the left side of the house is a tight corner, a black van parked by the side of the road, I saw a man in black dragging a little girl to the car.

The little girl looked about four or five years old, her whole face was blood red from suffocation, her legs were kicking wildly, and her voice was already hoarse.

Unexpectedly, the two thought that something bad might happen to them, but they didn't expect it to be kidnapping at all.

Song Nan'an grabbed Song Chan who was about to go out, and said in a low voice: "Watch here, I'll drive the car."

The child has already been carried to the car. If he speaks out rashly now, the kidnappers will run away immediately in fright. The expedient solution is to find a car and follow the kidnappers to the final den, and then notify the police to catch them all.

Song Chan leaned against the wall and stared.

Fortunately, the three of them came to the playground today and felt that the distance was too far, so they drove and stopped not far away.

Song Chan took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the license plate number and model.

There was more than one kidnapper. From a distance, the driver was sitting in the driver's seat, looking back. A fat man with big ears was sitting by the door and was helping the man in black to follow him.

Song Chan couldn't bear to see it. After all, the little girl was in their hands. It's not his style to helplessly see that she can't be rescued immediately, but if he makes a gesture rashly, it will increase the risk and is not advisable.

Seeing the man in black dragging the little girl into the car and closing the door, and stepping on the accelerator, the van passed by at high speed, Song Chan ran from the corner to the road, staring at the direction the van left.

The van in the distance just turned the corner along the road, when a horn sounded, "Come on!" Song Nan'an lowered the window and said sharply.

Song Chan opened the door and slipped into the co-pilot, "Turn left along the road!"

Song Nan'an nodded, his sleeves had already been rolled up to his elbows, he stepped on the accelerator, and quickly chased after him.

"I took a picture, and I have a license plate," Song Chan said, rolling down the window so he could check the situation later.

Song Nan'an was driving the car with a serious expression on his brows.

The scenery outside the window seems to be drifting, leaving the front of the eye like a mosaic.

After chasing for a long time, Song Nan'an found a suitable distance to follow behind the van, following very cautiously, so as not to be noticed but not to be thrown off.

The road driven by the van should be deliberately selected, remote and with few pedestrians on the road.

After chasing from inside the amusement park to outside the park, and then from the bustling street to the residential city with narrow roads and dirty and noisy residential buildings, Song Chan gradually realized that something was wrong.

It was already more than an hour later.

"This road," Song Chan propped his chin and looked ahead, "it's very close to the street where I used to live, and you have done missions with me before."

Song Nan'an held the steering wheel and thought about it. He was suspicious and asked, "Do you know the kidnapper?"

"I can't see the face clearly," Song Chan understood what he suspected, and said, "Even if you haven't seen the face, it may be Huang Ye's person. They have always adopted hierarchical management internally, and they are all in groups, except for some important personnel. , I only care about my people, and only those who know me.”

When it comes to the fields he knows, Song Chan's expression is very serious.

Song Nan'an nodded knowingly, then turned his face suddenly, with his left hand on the steering wheel, his right hand stretched out to Song Chan's hair a few times, "How many people do you care about?" His tone was a little playful.

Song Chan was slightly taken aback, and really wanted to explain that he was not just leading a bunch of rascals to collect protection fees.

One of Huang Ye's right-hand men, his reputation in the local area, the dumb brother is not in vain.

"A lot, I don't learn how to do bad things all day long." Song Chan half-jokingly raised his eyebrows and said, "Fortunately, you're here, and you started washing your hands as soon as you saw you holding a gold basin."

Song Nan'an smiled and shook his head helplessly, looking ahead and focusing on driving.

"Don't you believe me?" Song Chan bent his lips into a smile and asked shamelessly.

Before the words were finished, the van in front stopped suddenly, and Song Nan'an immediately stepped on the brakes when he saw this. Because they stepped on the brakes too quickly, both of them were shocked at the same time.

"Get out of the car!" Song Nan'an lowered his voice and said in a very urgent tone.

Song Chan acted quickly, and the car door was closed immediately.

The three people in the distance hunched over, holding the little girl in their arms, looking around secretly from time to time.

On the way of chasing, Song Chan became more and more familiar with the path as he walked in, and he really came to the small street where he used to live!

It was too late to find a good place to park, so the two got out of the car and followed cautiously.

The house that the three who kidnapped the child moved into was an old textile factory that had been abandoned for many years, and the owner of the factory might not be able to come once in many years, but they just reserved a piece of land for later demolition to get some money from the government.

Song Chan is very familiar with this area, after all, he has been here for many years, and this Laojiu Textile Factory can be regarded as one of the small trading places organized by them, so he often comes here to understand.

"If you go through the back door, you will definitely be discovered if you enter the front door." Song Chan said, leading Song Nan'an to the back door. It was very close, and he entered the textile factory within a minute.

Abandoned for many years, the internal organs of the textile factory are in a mess, with spider webs hanging everywhere, and the dust is puffing. It is estimated that [-] of these spider webs are abandoned. It is so bad that spiders hate it.

The two stood in the blind spot of the kidnapper's position, quietly listening to the conversation over there.

"When will Brother Zi come?" a rough male voice asked, "It's too risky to wait like this."

"What are we afraid of in our territory," another person said, with a high-pitched voice, like an eunuch, "No one will come!"

"Stop talking," the man in black lit his lighter, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, "Wait for brother Zi, he should be there soon."

Rough and Sharp fell silent.

The three men stood aside. Although they kept looking at the little girl, they didn't make other rude behaviors.

The vast space fell silent.

About 10 minutes later, the sound of compact footsteps sounded, and three more men entered the door.

The leading man was tall and tall, with a cropped head, strong eyebrows, and no expression on his face, so he had an aura of not being close to strangers.

The two men who followed him were much inferior, ordinary, and obviously they were the wretches of the society.

"Brother Zi!" a shrill voice called.

The man in black stepped forward and pointed to the girl on the ground, "Here we are."

The man named Brother Zi bit his cigarette, squinted his eyes and looked at the girl on the ground, and asked, "Are there any troubles along the way?"

"No," the man in black replied with a very respectful attitude. "We observed it for several days beforehand. The amusement park is newly opened. There are no cameras installed yet, and the location is also very hidden."

One bright and one dark.

Those in the open speak, and those in the dark listen.

Song Chan, who was hiding in the dark, looked at the man standing not far away, and was stunned for a long time.

Zhang Zi!

Master Huang's people!

It seemed that the matter had nothing to do with Huang Ye, Song Chan turned his head to look at Song Nan'an, and grabbed his hand to rewrite a yellow character.

As soon as the movement stopped, Song Nan'an frowned and took a deep look at the few people over there.

On the other side, Zhang Zi slightly raised his hand, holding a cigarette between his fingers, signaling to the man in black that he didn't need to say any more, "It's fine if you don't, don't cause trouble." He looked playful, and changed the subject: "However, this is not the focus of today. "

The man in black's expression froze, a little panicked, "Zi...Brother Zi."

Zhang Zi's voice was deep and his eyes were gloomy, "When did you move Dongzi?"

"I...I don't dare." The man in black almost knelt down, his words trembling.

"Don't dare?" Zhang Zi threw away the cigarette and walked a few steps.

Rugged and sharp are obviously subordinates of the man in black. Realizing that the situation is wrong, they immediately begged for mercy, "No...Brother Zi, it's not...Our elder brother——"

Before the words were finished, the two men behind Zhang Zi started to move, kicking the rough and the sharp to the ground neatly.

The strength was so strong that the two of them rolled on the ground.

Zhang Zi raised his eyebrows and smiled, and walked a few steps towards the only man in black standing among the three of them, kicking his legs out the second after being unpredictable one second.

A black shadow passed by indistinctly, and the man in black fell to the ground and rolled over, moaning/groaning continuously.

Zhang Zi sneered, and stepped hard on the back of the man in black, who made another muffled snort.

A pair of pure black Martin boots were crushed on his back, which was bound to cause a lot of pain.

I saw Zhang Zi paused for a few seconds, with the tip of his tongue on his cheek as if he was thinking about something, and he moved very slowly. After a while, he said in a deep voice, "I will protect Dongzi. It's fine if he was bullied before. In the future, if anything If I get tired of messing with him, I'll find them one by one."

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