in the dark

"Dongzi!" Zhang Zi didn't stop all the way, his hands couldn't stop shaking when he stood at the door to take out the keys, the door was pushed open, and sure enough, there was a mess, and all the lamps and bowls could be swept to the ground.

Looking around, he saw a man with his arms trembling slightly in the corner of the living room. Zhang Zi strode over and helped him up, "Did they hit you?"

Dongzi opened his mouth and didn't make a sound, and rolled his eyelids listlessly, as if he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to stand still after being supported.

Zhang Zi took a few glances, only to realize that Dongzi's leg must have been injured, it was bent as if it had been cut off, and his feet were on the ground with no effort.

"It's okay," Dongzi smiled reassuringly, his eyelids trembling slightly, "Where's the dumb brother? The message...is it late?" He coughed a few times.

"Don't talk about it, go to the hospital first!" Zhang Ziqiang suppressed his temper and cursed a few words, then called his assistant Han Zhi, who was the person he trusted the most. He was both an assistant in this organization and his assistant as a policeman. .

Dongzi raised his hand and tugged at the corner of Zhang Zi's clothes, and asked stubbornly, "Where is the dumb brother?" He seemed not to give up until he got the result.

When is this? The body is the most important thing. I don’t know what the injury looks like with this leg. Are you still concerned about other people?Zhang Zi was very annoyed, did he really rush all the way to report the situation to him?Why?

"They can't die!" Zhang Zi roared in a low voice, standing aside with a cold face, waiting for the assistant to drive over not far away and pick them up to the hospital for an examination.

Dongzi was completely frightened by this sound, and said in a low voice: "Brother Dumb has taken care of me for many years." After finishing speaking, he glanced at him, and ignored his inexplicable anger when he still had business to talk about, and continued: "I'm with you." Dumb brother has been there for the longest time, and Master Huang has always thought that he can find news about dumb brother from me, they have monitored my mobile phone! Your text messages have been seen!"

As soon as the words finished, Zhang Zi shuddered and asked quickly, "What name did you save for my number?" He has two mobile phone cards in total, one is used to contact people in this organization and the other is to contact the police station. The people over there contacted, and Dongzi was the only one who belonged to the organization but he chose to give the police station number.

"I remember your number, but I didn't save your name." Dongzi said, stretched out his hand and touched his leg a few times, and he lost consciousness of the pain: "You are the first to know when the dumb brother comes back. I'm afraid that Master Huang will trouble you. Didn't say it was you, just lied to them that I didn't know you..."

"So you were beaten?" Zhang Zi frowned, lit a cigarette, reached out and slapped Dong Zi's hand away, "Don't touch it, it might be broken."

Dongzi gasped, not because he was in pain but because he was frightened.

Don't know is just a prevarication, the other side will definitely not let it go, and will definitely send someone over to question.

"You don't have to wait here all the time." Seeing him sitting by the side without saying a word, Dongzi said, "It's just a trip to the hospital, you have a lot to do—"

"Why are there so many nonsense?" The conversation was cut off, Zhang Zi put out the cigarette butt and stood up, a pair of Martin shoes stepped on the floor with a muffled sound.

"Speaking of which, I still want to thank you." Dongzi's eyes were dark, "Brother Dumb asked you to take care of me, if it weren't for you, I would have been beaten to death today, and they are also looking at your face. "

When a person is strong, a pair of wings can protect many people.

After the whole sentence was finished, the house was eerily quiet, and the noisy businessmen downstairs wafted into their ears.

Zhang Zi stood sideways by the window, wondering what he was thinking, and turned around after a while, his eyes hidden in the shadows, "Thank you, I have to be dumb?"

It's sour, and it tastes a bit delicious.

"No... I really want to thank you..." Dongzi was stunned for a few seconds, not knowing what he meant by this sentence, but he had already expressed his meaning very clearly, thank you.

If it weren't for Zhang Zi, Dongzi couldn't imagine what kind of result he would end up with. Huang Ye became more and more rampant. All he has done these days is that if he is checked, he will definitely be squatting in the sentence for a lifetime or being directly arrested. One shot went off.It’s no wonder that the dumb brother left decisively at the beginning. In this kind of place, it is said that the organization is called brothers and sisters, but in fact, you see me as a scumbag, and I think you are a scumbag. Selfishness, if the three views do not agree, you will collapse, so there are few people. There are those who can talk to each other.

As soon as Song Chan left, his group of scumbags on the backs of his buttocks naturally all dispersed. It is easy to be bullied without a leader to protect him. Even Dongzi, who was the only one who was arranged for a way out, was run off at the beginning It was serious, and my temper changed a lot. Fortunately, there was Zhang Zi.

"Thank you?" Zhang Zi sneered, raised his eyebrows and said, "I said, why are you like a cat?"

Dongzi was more and more completely stunned.

"You can't be close if you raise them."

Zhang Zi secretly sighed, logically speaking he has done everything he should do, but this person in front of him is always talking about the good things of his predecessors, which makes people feel annoying, and the two sentences popping out of his mouth make the atmosphere awkward , Dongzi didn't answer, and he didn't want to say any more.

The two of them occupied a corner without making a sound.

Suddenly, the phone rang, Zhang Zi took it out and looked at it, and his assistant Han Zhi called.

"Hello? Just stop the car—" Zhang Zi ordered, and in an instant, something was said on the other end of the phone, as if all the words were blocked in his throat for a moment, he was stunned for a while and suddenly said: "you sure?!"

The other end of the phone was still talking, and Dongzi was attracted by the noise, "What's wrong?"

"You wait here, Han Zhi will take you to the hospital!" Zhang Zi hung up the phone and ran out like a wind.

On the other side, Song Nan'an and Song Chan, who had been waiting for a long time, went out from the back door of the gay bar. Song Chan estimated the distance and dragged Song Nan'an to the textile factory, thinking about the possibility of getting the child out now that the truth of the matter was known. It's not that big of a deal, not to mention that Zhang Zi is here, the police station must know about this matter, and there may have been a solution there, but they haven't done it yet and don't want to startle the snake.

Song Nan'an agreed that he was only in charge of a case here at the beginning, and he didn't make any further progress after it was solved. It just happened that the person who committed the crime had a certain relationship with Huang Ye, so the police station gave him information at that time to let him know. He found Zhang Zi to learn more. Zhang Zi was an undercover agent, and he was familiar with Mr. Huang as well as this one. Now it seems that this case must not be rashly intervened. It is a matter of Zhang Zi's identity, and everything must be careful.

So the two decided to go to the textile factory to pick up the car first, and then drive home. It would not be too late if they needed help here.

Song Chan identified the direction and led Song Nan'an to turn a few turns, and soon arrived at the textile factory. The two were walking when the phone rang and Zhang Zi called.

"Hello?" Song Nan'an held his mobile phone for some unknown reason and paused for a while. It was strange that the three of them made a call not long after they separated.

Song Chan walked in front, with inconsistent steps, and the two of them opened up a little distance.

The other end of the phone was panting, and said urgently: "Don't go back to the textile factory! Master Huang knows that Song Chan is back! You were here when you were dealing with the last case, and someone in the organization recognized you! Master Huang sent someone to squat over there You guys, hurry up!" After a pause, he continued: "Just now, the three children were secretly transferred away without my hand, and Master Huang may transport them to Yunnan himself, and leave tonight!"

After speaking, the other end fell silent, gasping for breath.

Hearing the words, Song Nan'an frowned, and was about to say something when a few tall and strong men suddenly jumped out in front of him, holding iron bars behind Song Chan!

Everything around seemed to be speeding up, buzzing forward.

"Song Chan!" Song Nan'an regained his composure and immediately shouted in a deep voice, but he obviously failed to catch up with the movements of those men's hands. He saw that Song Chan's head was hit suddenly in front of him, he stopped suddenly, and shook. A few times, fell to the ground.

Song Chan on the ground didn't move any more, and lay quietly curled up. Blood flowed out of the place where his head was hit, and after a while, his collar and arms were dyed a dazzling red.

Everything was quiet, Song Chan's brows were still, and the sun was also still, slowly reflecting on the ground, with blood shining through.

He was very close, and Song Nan'an, who saw Song Chan being knocked down, was stunned for half a second before he arrived. The sound of the iron rod hitting the bone seemed to be in his ears. He didn't retreat, and his first reaction was to rush forward.

Can't go, absolutely can't leave Song Chan behind!

He didn't know what would happen to Song Chan if he fell into Huang Ye's hands, but he knew what would happen to him without Song Chan!

——There was nothing behind him.

He will become a person with nothing to rely on, a lonely person who has turned his head countless times and never looks back, a general Zhang panic whose armor has been broken.

Absolutely, absolutely not leaving.

"Let go!" Song Nan'an roared, picking up a rusty stick from the side.

The men who were about to get Song Chan up from the ground turned their heads and stared at the gloomy man not far away.

Song Nan'an knew what would happen if he did this. He was not good at using force to solve problems. In the past, Song Chan always stood in front of him, so he couldn't last long. Now he can only delay to see if Zhang Zi can come. , if he can't wait, the only thing he can do is to accompany, accompany Song Chan.

"Isn't this the fucking policeman?" said a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, tapping the ground with a stick in his hand.Song Nan'an had close contacts with the police, so people who met him always reflexively thought that he was a policeman.

"You came here when the mute was still there," the man spat, "you brought the mute when he left!"

Song Nan'an didn't deny it, and looked carefully at the few people in front of him.

"Tie it up! Bring it to Master Huang together!" With an order, a group of people surrounded him.

Song Nan'an immediately raised the stick in his hand, and several people leaned over and hit it down hard at the same time.

He is not good at it, really not good at it, so he can only resist with all his strength.

The sound of fighting was noisy, and Song Chan, who was lying on the ground, gradually woke up, but his headache was splitting. He didn't have the strength to stand up, so he could only tilt his head towards the source of the sound with the guidance of his consciousness.

Many blurry figures were standing not far away, and he blinked vigorously to make the scene in his vision clearer. After a while, he gradually found Song Nan'an's figure.

Song Nan'an resisted with a stick, and was about to run out of strength. A shadow appeared in front of his eyes, and someone found the opportunity to hit him violently with a stick!

"No!" Song Chan roared on the ground.

Blame him, he didn't do a good job, he didn't protect him!

Severe pain hit the whole body from one place, and the footsteps began to become weak. Song Nan'an only felt that his eyes were blurred, and it gradually seemed to be covered with a layer of red gauze, and warm liquid flowed down the forehead.

Song Chan was lying on the ground trembling weakly, he couldn't stand up, he couldn't do anything.

The god was dragged into the mud by dirty hands, but the devotee had no incense money to continue his life.

Not far away, before the blood dripped down, Song Nan'an staggered and fell to the ground.

Song Chan only felt that his eyes were warm, and a strong sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body, and he fell asleep again.

"What are you doing in a daze! They're all tied up!" A rough voice came, and several men quickly started to move, took out strong ropes, tied up the man on the ground and carried them into the van.

Several hours later, Song Chan frowned and squinted his eyes for a while when he regained his consciousness. Then he thought of something and hurriedly looked around.

"I'm here." A deep voice came, and Song Chan suddenly felt relieved.

It's fine.

Song Nan'an was two meters away on the left, staring at him.

Song Chan looked back, and the scene when he saw the blood on his forehead suddenly jumped into his mind, his eyes became hot again, "Fuck!" He cursed in a low voice, and moved his eyes away.

"What's wrong?" Song Nan'an asked, his tone a little nervous.

"It's okay." Song Chan lowered his head and said nothing.

The two were tied hands and feet and locked in a small cramped room. Song Nan'an woke up early and looked around for a long time before. There was a very narrow door and a small square window, located on the left side of the wall. [-]/[-] of them are located in a very high position, which is abnormally high. The windows of ordinary people's houses are used for ventilation and light, but this one is obviously not.

There was nothing in the room except a single bed and a table. The quilt on the bed was very thin, and it was messed up at this moment, as if someone had slept on it.

Just as he was thinking, there was a rustling sound outside the narrow iron gate, as if someone was playing with the keys!

The two looked at each other for a second, then closed their eyes in unison.

More than one person's footsteps sounded, one was very heavy and the other was very light, and the light and small one seemed to be being pulled by someone, and his footsteps were not steady.

"Fuck, I haven't woken up yet, so I can't be beaten to death." The speaker dropped something, which hit the ground with a muffled sound, and then walked towards the direction of the two of them.

He stretched out his hand to test his breath, and then he locked the door and left in peace.

The footsteps outside the door gradually became blurred, and Song Chan and Song Nan'an cautiously opened their eyes slightly.

Suddenly, the sound of Xixi Suo Suo came, right in this room!

Song Chan's eyes widened suddenly, "Fuck!" He couldn't help it, and was taken aback.

A four or five-year-old child lay impressively at his feet!At this time, I was blinking and looking at him!

The child's mouth was covered with black tape, and his hands and feet were bound firmly like the two of them.

Song Nan'an frowned, and glanced at Song Chan, Song Chan tactfully kept silent, it would be bad if the movement was too loud to attract people's attention.