in the dark

Song Chan stared at the child on the ground for a while, and his first reaction was, is this a new one or one of the previous three?Thinking about it, I feel wrong, even the newly kidnapped ones shouldn't be locked in the same house with them, why, it is completely sure that the two of them can't escape and can't save anyone?

Song Chan wanted to ask the little boy who was tied up in a ball on the ground, fearing that there would be someone outside, so he glanced at Song Nan'an and then looked at the thin gap under the narrow iron gate. There was no black shadow in a minute. Shake it, either there's no one guarding it outside or it's standing by a wall or... there's a camera?

As soon as this idea jumped into his mind, Song Chan was startled, lowered his voice and turned towards Song Nan'an: "You said... Will there be an infrared camera or something here?" If there is, it will be broken. Closing eyes and opening them again, putting them in front of the camera is almost like acting, and it's still the kind of show that goes through the whole process.

After listening to him, Song Nan'an seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, but he was not thinking about the meaningless question of whether there is a camera in the house, but he asked in a deep voice, "Would you still move if there is a camera?"

Song Chan stared at Song Nan'an's face for a few seconds, and when he saw the flowers coming, he nodded suddenly and said, "It makes sense." Regardless of whether he moved or not, he moved and talked, if not, everything will be fine, if there is... There is no other way, it is better to move more, the legs are going to be stiff.

Having said that, Song Chan still turned his head and looked at the four corners of the ceiling.

"What was your organization like before?" Song Nan'an asked suddenly.

Song Chan turned his head back, the question was too abstract, and he couldn't understand it for a while, "It's like I can't afford to use a camera." I fiddled with the last question.

Song Nan'an glanced at him and didn't want to speak anymore, turning his head to look at the little boy on the ground.

The little boy was very quiet, staring at them with his round and black eyes open all the time, his face was dirty, and there was a bit of inquiry in his eyes that didn't belong to his age. ...very precocious, in this environment, being tied up, not crying or making noise or even showing a little fear, I feel that the word precocious cannot be justified.

"What's your name?" Song Chan followed Song Nan'an's eyes and asked softly.

The little boy didn't speak, but still stared at his black round eyes with deeply sunken eyelids, looking at them without any timidity.

Song Nan'an ignored Song Chan's question, and asked in a deep voice, "Can you crawl over here?"

The little boy obviously understood Song Nan'an's meaning, nodded his head hastily, and crawled towards Song Nan'an's direction very nimbly. After crawling, he turned a corner and leaned over Song Nan'an's hands tied behind him.

It was only when the little boy nodded that Song Chan noticed that the boy's mouth was covered with tape. No wonder the boy didn't answer his question, and Song Nan'an didn't answer his question. Then who hit him on the head with a stick...

Song Nan'an sensed the warm breath next to his hands behind him, so he tried his best a few times and tore off a corner.

The little boy raised his head slightly and began to shrink back slowly, the tape on his mouth was gradually torn off under the joint efforts of the two.

When Song Chan lay on the side and saw that the two people in front of him cooperated so tacitly that they were like a father and son, he fell into a daze. He didn't know whether it was better to just lie down like this or to guide and guide him, but the little boy in front of him looked like a father and son. After the series of actions... he was so calm that he didn't look like a child.

"My hands are too small to tie," the little boy's voice was immature, and he pursed the blood on his lips from the torn adhesive tape, and began to turn around with difficulty, bringing his bound hands closer to Song Nan'an's. , "It should be easier to understand."

As soon as the words fell, Song Chan frowned and looked at the little boy in front of him intently, with calm emotions and clear thinking... This...couldn't be a trap, could it?

Take a child to test them?What could be the problem?

Song Nan'an's inquisitive eyes also glanced at the little boy in front of him. He didn't speak or continue to move. After a second, the little boy said, "I was kidnapped, help me." As if afraid that the two of them would not believe it, He added: "There are two more, locked in other places." After speaking, he stared at the two of them.

Song Nan'an examined the little boy for several seconds, and said, "Come here."

As soon as the little boy said the words, the little doubt in Song Chan's heart disappeared. What he said was in line with what they knew, he was not telling lies, and he was the one who wanted to be saved.

The child's hands are small, and the tying is not strong. If he is untied, he can help the three of them untie.

After receiving the instruction, the little boy immediately leaned towards Song Nan'an. Song Nan'an tried it once, but it was a bit difficult. Small hands are one thing, and it's still not easy to untie. In addition, he couldn't see clearly behind him, which was very troublesome. .

"Touch the rope on the left hand side." Song Chan moved his body to this side, looked at it several times, "pull it up."

"Yes... then pull the one on the right... yes..."

After trying several times, the three of them worked together to finally untie it.

The little boy threw the rope on the ground and began to quickly untie the rope on his feet. He untied it very quickly. It is estimated that the person who tied the rope was a child and had no defense, so he did not pay much attention when he tied it. To tie it loosely.

Song Chan watched the little boy's series of movements from the side, throwing off the rope on his hands, untying the rope on his feet, and then... calmly stood five meters away...

Song Nan'an saw the little boy suddenly ran to a corner of the room far away from them, feeling a little confused.

"Little kid," Song Chan looked displeased, frowned at him, raised his foot, "We helped you, why don't you come and help us?"

The little boy had no expression on his face, just looked at them quietly, without speaking or moving.

"Crossing the river and tearing down the bridge?" Song Chan sneered and thought of a new word.

It's really not easy, knowing how to use people at such a young age, I don't know whether to praise his parents for teaching or praise him for his talent.

The little boy shrugged his nose, but still didn't speak.It may be that the idiom is too difficult to understand.

Song Nan'an, who stared at the side for a while, asked aloud, "What's your name?"

Song Chan glanced at Song Nan'an, that's right, no matter how calm you are, you are still a child, don't scare them, start with simple questions.

The little boy closed his eyes, hesitated for a moment and still did not answer.

"You can't even say the name?" Song Chan asked, regardless of whether he had crossed the river and demolished the bridge, but suddenly found it funny, this little boy is quite interesting, he looks very young, but this temper, he will return it when he grows up have to?

"Little nine." The little boy said, "the number nine."

Song Chan snorted, and suddenly had the idea of ​​joking, and said, "Xiao Jiu? Is this a pseudonym?"

"No." The little boy shook his head solemnly, "Everyone calls me that."

Song Chan said again, "Does your family have Xiao Ba?"

The little boy frowned and answered, "No."

"It stands to reason there should be," Song Chan continued to joke, "One, two, three, four, five, seven, eight..."

The little boy continued: "No."

Song Nan'an turned around and stared at Song Chan amidst this strange topic. Song Chan noticed his gaze, coughed slightly, and changed the subject, "Why don't you explain it to us?"

The little boy was silent.

"We are good people," Song Chan paused, "I saved you," he said, then nodded to Song Nan'an, "This man is the police uncle, you know that?"

The little boy seemed to be really attracted by the words "police uncle", and turned his head to look at Song Nan'an. The inexplicable light in his eyes made it hard to tell what emotion it was.

Song Chan chased after the victory, "If your family doesn't find you, they will contact the police uncle outside. When the time comes, the police uncle outside will get in touch with this police uncle and they will be able to rescue you."

As soon as the words fell, the light in the little boy's eyes suddenly went out, and he continued to remain silent.

Seeing his sudden sullen appearance, Song Chan still didn't speak, Song Chan was very helpless, he didn't know what he didn't say well just now, this kid is troublesome, he is extremely sensitive.

"It seems that you are very smart, and you can use people. Why don't you know how to answer others? It's impolite!"

The little boy bowed his head, still silent.

Song Chan looked at Song Nan'an and sighed.

The little boy stood in the same position and kept the same posture for a long time without saying a word. After an unknown period of time, when Song Chan was about to lose his temper, he suddenly said, "I have no family." His voice was low, and he seemed to be shrinking his nose.

Song Chan was stunned, and mouthed to Song Nan'an, what should I do?

He really doesn't know what to do, no family, orphan?He knew that it was best to say a few words of comfort at this time, but how should he comfort him?If you don't say a word well, it's not good for such a young child to cause a shadow in your heart.

Song Chan felt a little guilty, just now he said that the kid was rude, but considering that he has no family, no one will teach him how to be polite... It shouldn't be said, no wonder he doesn't say anything when he mentions family...

"Well, Xiao Jiu," Song Chan said with a smile, "Didn't I—"

There was a sudden sound at the door, and Song Chan suddenly fell silent. The little boy immersed in emotion quickly fell to the right, rolled three times to the previous place, and pressed his hands under his body.

Song Nan'an moved his body slightly to block the torn tape.

All three of them moved fast enough.

The atmosphere was extremely tense in an instant, and only the only voice from the door came.

Song Nan'an and Song Chan did not continue to pretend to be dizzy, and looked at the small iron gate with a sullen face. Song Chan glanced down, two feet, and only one person.

After a while, the key unlocked the door, and a short, fat man walked in with a bottle of water in his hand.

To feed water?Fear that they will die of thirst?

Song Chan followed the man's hand all the way up, and stopped moving when he saw the face, acquaintance.

Xiaobai used to be one of his subordinates, so there was no friendship between them. The relationship between superiors and subordinates has the same appearance and temperament. He is a very honest person.

Xiaobai obviously knew who was locked up in this room. He glanced at Song Chan and immediately lowered his neck to stop looking at him, and said slowly, "Dumb...dumb...brother."

Song Nan'an glanced at Song Chan inexplicably. The person who called out this time was Mute Brother instead of Mute, so his attitude shouldn't be too bad.

Song Chan responded softly, and carefully looked at the man standing in front of him. Fortunately, Xiao Jiu didn't untie the rope for the two of them just now. If he did, it would be troublesome now. As for Xiao Jiu... Song Chan glanced at Xiao Jiu, who was lying on the ground facing the ceiling straight up, with his hands behind his back. Since he was in a corner, he was inconspicuous, and he was a child. If he didn't check deliberately, no one would notice him.

But now if it is to feed water to drink, then maybe...

Song Chan was a little speechless, he really didn't know why he had to untie it just now, all his efforts were spent on causing trouble...

Song Nan'an was obviously aware of this, and stopped the man who wanted to feed the child with water first, "Hello, is there a bathroom here?"

When Xiaobai stopped in his tracks, Song Chan broke out in a cold sweat: "..." How fucking polite... Also, why is this distracting topic so confusing?

Toilet?

Fortunately, Xiaobai didn't notice what was wrong with this. He looked at Song Nan'an and then at Song Chan with a slightly troubled expression: "You can't leave this room now."

Song Nan'an didn't answer.

On the contrary, it was Song Chan, who let out a long voice, very arrogant, and completely unaware of being tied up, probably because the person in front of him used to be mixed under him, and his temper was not bad, so he was not false at all.

Xiao Bai seemed to be stumped by the word oh, he wanted to say something but couldn't say it, the words stuck in his throat for a long time.

Song Chan really can't stand it anymore, he always has a feeling that he is bullying honest people, and he has no idea how he survived in this kind of place, oh, maybe he can't even use the word "mixed up", it should be said how he survived in this kind of place Those who survive in this place... probably because people are too honest, and they are bullied at work, so it is better not to work in this kind of place and rely on protection fee dividends to support the family.

"What's the matter with this child?" Song Chan continued to bully the honest man.

Xiaobai faltered: "A... just... a prostitute's child..." Obviously not the point.

One question and one answer, the bull's head is wrong with the horse's mouth, but just two words made Song Chan's heart sink.

prostitute.

Song Chan only felt that his heart was stabbed with a needle, and it hurt, and now he was bleeding out.

Perhaps the speaker is unintentional, but it is enough for the listener to be intentional.

Song Chan wanted to laugh but couldn't, the curvature of the corner of his mouth seemed to be hooked to his heart, and the curved corner of his mouth was pulling his heart.

What to say?

It can only be said that he never expected that the mother of the little boy in front of him would have the same job as his mother. It's amazing. No wonder the child is silent. No wonder he said that he has no family. It seems that he is only under six years old. , have to face such a life.

There were imperceptible emotions hidden in Song Chan's eyes, and he glanced at the figure lying on the ground.

Does anyone really take care of him?

Song Chan thought of the days after leaving the Song family, her mother went back to her old job, and clung to all kinds of men with her body smelling of inferior perfume all day long. I don't care that there is a son behind me who wants to be an upright man...

Those days... were dark.

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