As soon as ran to the intersection of Yan Hang's house, saw aunt's car driving over on the first day of the first year.

"Puppy, get in the car." My aunt stuck her head out and called to him.

On the first day of the new year, I opened the door and sat in the co-pilot. Before I could catch my breath, I asked, "What's wrong with my dad?"

"That's right, your dad hasn't been found yet," the aunt reached out and gave him a tissue, "but...the police saw their company's car on the surveillance camera, and that car was driven by your dad yesterday. "

"What, what monitoring, monitoring?" The first day of the first year grabbed the tissue, not understanding what the aunt was saying.

"The surveillance at the entrance of the hutong over there," said the aunt, "I heard that the man ran out of the hutong to the riverside. The surveillance on the street over the hutong captured your dad's car passing by. That man was with your dad. First off the car..."

"Which...person?" The first day of the first year was completely panicked.

"The person who died was a colleague of your father's company who was also a driver," the aunt said, "your mother has never seen that person, and I don't know the details. The police are still investigating, and the details will not be revealed, so don't panic. , things haven't figured out yet, your dad..."

On the first day of the first day of the first year, he looked ahead, the whole person was covered up, and he couldn't hear what the aunt was still saying.

Dad didn't go home all day and night, and he couldn't get in touch with his mobile phone. Although this situation had never happened before, he didn't worry too much. Dad was timid, he didn't dare to fight, and he didn't have the guts or money to cheat. Even people who see too much drinking at night will avoid them for fear of causing trouble.

His most terrifying imagining of his father's disappearance this time was a car accident.

I never thought that someone like my father could be involved in the fight and murder.

"Ignore those people." My aunt parked the car downstairs and said something when she got off.

When first got out of the car, saw many neighbors gathered downstairs of his house. When saw him coming, the expressions on his face were a little puzzled.

Some exploration, some curiosity, some...excited, the kind of schadenfreude waiting for something to happen.

"This child is pitiful on the first day of the first year," another aunt sighed loudly, "His father..."

"It's so pitiful to have three generations of a father and mother in the same house?" My aunt didn't look over there, but said in a loud voice, "It would be nice to be so sympathetic and even for myself."

On the first day of the first year, he bowed his head and walked into the corridor.

When was one floor away from home, could hear grandmother's voice.

"Comrade police! You can't wrong people, you should go find someone when someone disappears, how can you bring someone into a murder case!"

"Old lady, we're just here to find out about the situation, and we haven't come to any conclusions yet." A male voice sounded patient, it should be a policeman.

"Say what you know, and if you don't know, say you don't know." The aunt reminded him in a low voice when he entered the door.

"Yeah." Chu Yi responded.

He had never experienced such a thing, and when he entered the door, he felt so nervous that he was walking smoothly.

There were three police officers in the house, two men and one woman, and a middle-aged man. He looked familiar in the first year of the first year, and he should be the leader of Dad's company.

The policeman should have gone to the company first and then the home... He stood in the living room with his head down a little embarrassedly.

The policewoman took him to the sofa and said kindly, "Hello, my surname is Wang. I want to check with you about the situation and see if there is anything we missed. Don't be nervous, just a few questions. ."

"Hmm." Chu nodded slightly.

"Did your father tell you anything before going to the company yesterday?" Officer Wang asked.

"No," thought about it on the first day of the first year, "I went to school, and when he was at school, he had already left."

"Don't be nervous." Police Wang said.

"It's just a stammer, whether you're nervous or not!" Grandma said beside her.

"Did your father behave differently during this time? As long as you think it is different from usual, you can say it." Officer Wang continued to ask.

"Take care of your mouth, don't talk nonsense!" Grandma pointed to the first day of the first year.

Officer Wang smiled: "Can grandma avoid it for a while?"

"I'm avoiding? What am I avoiding!" Grandma was suddenly very upset.

"Enough of you! How long are you still doing this!" Mom forcibly pulled grandma into the bedroom and closed the door.

On the first day of the first day, he breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "I didn't, I noticed something, what's the difference, my dad came back, it's too late, we don't talk too much."

"Okay, then have you heard your father mention his colleague?" Officer Wang continued to ask.

"Just... Uncle Ding." Chu Yi said.

"How is his relationship with Uncle Ding?" Officer Wang asked.

On the first day of the first day of the new year, had a faint feeling. When aunt said that it was father's colleague who died, he didn't have much thought. Now, Police Officer Wang is asking...

He suddenly did not dare to answer.

"It doesn't matter, we can say anything," Officer Wang said. "We understand the situation now, and we won't make any judgments based on just a few words."

"Uncle Ding beat my dad. It's been a long time." On the first day of the school, he frowned, "Relationship... No, not a friend."

Officer Wang asked a few more questions while recording.

The questions are actually very simple. The main thing is to ask my father if there is any abnormality, if he has had any conflicts with others, and if he has had contact with anyone recently.

But it was not easy to answer on the first day of the first year, except because the father's situation was unknown... He didn't think that he knew so little about his family before, whether it was his father, or his mother, grandparents, and grandparents, if he asked such a question, he might Can't answer very clearly.

On the first day of the first year, I felt that my mind was buzzing all the time. Her voice was far and near, and it was very unreal. The whole person seemed to be tied to a spinning windmill.

"Look at this photo again," Officer Wang took out a photo, "Can you recognize this person?"

On the first day of the first day, took the photo and looked down.

This is a screenshot of the surveillance. There is a back view that is not very clear. It was taken from the back side. Only a small half of the side face can be seen.

But he can recognize the car in the lower left corner of the screenshot. Dad often drives two company cars, one is a black SUV and the other is white.

"Recognize, don't do it, come here." The first photo was returned to Officer Wang.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation." Officer Wang patted his shoulder and stood up.

Mom came out of the room: "Comrade police, will he...will he..."

"Don't worry, we will find out," another police officer said. "If he contacts his family, he must tell us, and your family members should also persuade him to come back and cooperate with our investigation."

"Yes, yes." Mom nodded.

After the police and the leaders of Dad's company left, the family fell into silence.

Everyone was stunned as if they couldn't return, and even the grandmother was silent.

"I don't understand," Mom said after a long time. "How could he get involved with Lao Ding... If Lao Ding died, what would he run away from!"

Sure enough, Ding.

On the first day of the first year, he twisted his fingers and stared at the floor silently.

"He killed him." Grandpa said.

"Are you my father!" Mom yelled.

"I think you're tired of living!" Grandma jumped up and slapped Grandpa's arm, "If you can't speak human words, just shut your asshole, you can't hold back your fart and hit him to death!"

"Uncle," Auntie frowned, "you usually don't care about talking nonsense. You can't just open your mouth and say, this is a murder case!"

"Er Ping, is there anything I can do to help you find out?" Mom asked my aunt.

The aunt sighed: "I'll try it, it may not work, it may work in normal cases, this..."

"Just say it if you don't want to help." Mom interrupted her.

"I don't want to help, will I come over as soon as I know about it!" The aunt said, "I'm not a Tathagata either, so I can do whatever I want!"

"Aren't you here to see the fun?" Mom sneered.

"Yeah! I just came to see the fun," the aunt said. "The liveliness of your house is so beautiful. It's worth me driving from the west to the east, right?"

Chu Yi sat up at the desk, lay down, and held his head.

The aunt came all the way, but his mother said such a thing, which made him feel very embarrassed.

He closed his eyes, shaking the picture in his head.

I don't know if it was because he was thinking about it all the time, or it was a psychological effect. When Police Officer Wang asked him to see it, he didn't feel anything, but now he always felt that it looked a little familiar.

After a while, my aunt and my uncle also came over, and the small living room at home suddenly became full.

After the aunt and the grandmother, the aunt and the mother quarreled, they began to discuss the matter of the father.

"The person is definitely not injured. He was fine when he ran out, and the one who died was definitely not the one who stabbed him. How could he have the courage," said the aunt, "don't make guesses! It's better to have this spare time. Thinking about where he can go, the most important thing is to find someone back to cooperate with the investigation!"

"But he drove the car and Lao Ding got out of his car. The police said that he and Lao Ding also entered the alley and then ran out again." "It's still running out of sight now, how can I say it clearly..."

On the first day of the first year, held head and listened to the people in the room guessing back and forth in the limited information disclosed by the police.

He really couldn't figure it out.

Dad drove the car and took Lao Ding to the alley, and then followed Lao Ding into the alley, and then Lao Ding ran out from the other end of the alley and died by the river. Dad turned and drove away. The car was found on the outskirts of the city. People are gone.

Of the three people in this incident, one died and the other two were never found.

Who is that invisible figure?

Why does it always feel a little familiar?

"I'll go to the car and make a few calls," said the aunt, "to see if I can hear anything."

"Go ahead and bring me something to eat," said the aunt. "I didn't eat in the morning."

"Yeah." The aunt responded and went over to open the door.

There was a sound of footsteps and coughing outside the door, and several neighbors seemed to suddenly have pneumonia, and walked upstairs and downstairs with very bad coughs.

"You folks are so warm." The aunt walked out and closed the door.

"You're still in the mood to eat!" Grandma, who seemed to have nowhere to vent her anger, yelled at her aunt.

"Just eat," said the aunt. "I'll have a drink."

On the first day of the first day, couldn't help but feel irritable, so took out mobile phone and wanted to send a message to Yan Hang.

If Yan Hang didn't need him to accompany him in the past, he would go out and walk around, it was better than staying at home anywhere.

The phone was changing slowly, and the moment he clicked on WeChat and saw Yan Hang's avatar, his hand stopped abruptly.

That back.

That back!

...that's Uncle Yan!

He suddenly felt out of breath and had to grab the edge of the table and inhale hard.

His mind became chaotic as if he was about to lose consciousness.

He was gasping for breath, and after finally recovering from the chaos, he suddenly sat upright, how could it be? how is this possible!

How could it be Uncle Yan!

"What are you doing!" Grandma glared at him, "hysterical!"

"You know how fierce! It's scary for such an old child," my aunt opened her fan, came over and fanned it a few times on the first day of the first year, "What's going on with your family!"

"The first day of junior high," his mother waved at him with a tired face, "Go back to school. If you don't want to go back to school, go out for a walk, don't hold back at home."

On the first day of the first day, stood up, took cell phone and went out the door.

His legs kept shaking when he went downstairs, and he almost knelt down several times.

Although he didn't see the face, the familiar feeling, the familiar feeling that became especially strong once he remembered it, he could feel the fear and anxiety in his heart, like waves, constantly beating layer by layer. , spreads all over the body little by little.

He never thought that that person would be Uncle Yan.

I didn't even expect that the disappearance of my father and the death of Lao Ding would still have Uncle Yan present.

And if that figure is really Uncle Yan, then the blood in the alley belongs to another person...

I didn't have the courage to think about it any longer on the first day of the new year. I just felt that in the summer vacation weather, I was so cold that I wanted to shiver.

"Puppy?" Auntie walked over with two bags containing lunch boxes and called him, "Where are you going?"

"Go out...for a walk." Chu Yi said.

"Do you want me to drive around with it?" Auntie asked.

"No, no." Chu Yi shook his head.

"Are you hungry?" the aunt asked again, "I bought buns, and there are a few others, a lot of them, would you like something to eat?"

Shaking his head first.

The aunt sighed, patted his head, and stuffed another two hundred yuan into his pocket: "Then go around, and if you're hungry later, buy something to eat yourself."

"Yeah." Chu Yi responded.

Turn around.

Where to go?

As soon as he walked out of the corridor, he felt all kinds of eyes.

The corridor entrances of several buildings face an open space, usually full of cars. Occasionally, you can see people passing by and go home. Today, there are several neighbors standing in twos and threes.

As soon as he came out, he wanted to turn around and go back into the building, but he couldn't stay at home, so he gritted his teeth and continued to walk forward.

When passing by the grocery store that always helped my grandmother buy cigarettes, there were also a few people standing inside. As soon as they saw him, someone immediately shouted: "The first day of the new year! What happened to the police coming to your house?"

He didn't say a word, lowered his head and walked over quickly, leaving these buildings, and he didn't dare to go to the road he usually walks.

He is afraid that there are people who know him. Every one of these places is full of Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng. No news can be passed overnight. Dad is missing, and the police come to his house. This kind of hot news on the cusp of the storm is useless. It can be spread in an hour.

He was also afraid... walking past the door of Yan Hang's house.

He even began to fear that Yan Hang would contact him.

He didn't know what happened, whether Yan Hang knew about it now, whether Yan Hang would be angry or ignore him.

He doesn't have any relevant experience, and he doesn't even know how to deal with quarrels between friends.

He has no friends.

And now, should he tell Yan Hang about this? He didn't even know.

He never dared to ask why Yan Hang was in the state before, but now he knows the reason, but he doesn't know what to do.

The only friend he gets along with seriously, the only friend he wants to see all the time, the only friend who treats him tenderly and respectfully, has now become such a situation.

Dad's house has been turned over for the third time, once a day, yesterday was the third day, and Yan Hang still hadn't found any useful information from Dad's pitifully little things.

Today he no longer has the strength to look for it, and just sits on the edge of the bed in a daze.

The phone was at hand, and he didn't know how many times he wanted to pick it up, send a message to Dad, or make a call.

But the idea was suppressed countless times.

He has absolutely no idea of ​​his father's current situation, and he is not sure what kind of consequences he will bring to his father and himself.

He could only endure.

Dad didn't disappear for a long time this time. It was only four days. Compared with the previous week, it was nothing to him in terms of time.

But this time it's no longer just the simple pressure of waiting.

He already knew that something was going on.

There have been even more judgments.

I haven't contacted him for several days on the first day of the new year, and haven't sent a message, let alone made a phone call.

The small expressions in the circle of friends have not increased since the day of the accident.

But on the first day of the new year, he would appear behind a tree on the opposite side at night, and he would start every two or three hours at a stop. If he didn't turn off the lights all night, he might stand all night on the first day of the new year, but he never tried it. When it was almost 12 o'clock next time, he would turn off the lights, so that the first day of the new year would leave after an hour.

This has something to do with my dad.

This judgment does not require any further scrutiny.

This kind of double torment made Yan Hang sure that his mental state was very healthy, and he did not commit suicide like his father was worried about when he was fine.

He got up and slowly sorted out the mess in the room.

Back in the living room, he turned on the TV.

I haven't seen more news on the news these days, but he still turns on the TV during news hours.

He lit a cigarette as the familiar news music played.

There was still no news. The morning news mentioned that it was under investigation, and the noon news was not even mentioned at all.

Yan Hang took out his cigarette, got up and walked to the window to pour himself a glass of water.

Just as he was about to turn around and go back to the sofa, he saw a police car coming from the opposite street and parked in front of his house through the crack of the curtain.

He put the glass in his hand on the table next to him before it fell to the ground.

Watching the police and an elder sister who had the temperament of a neighborhood committee get out of the car, and then walked over step by step, he tried to adjust his breathing so that he could walk over to open the door smoothly when the police knocked on the door.

There was a knock on the door.

Yan Hang propped up against the wall and opened the door.

The three policemen stood outside the door, showing their certificates and introducing themselves, but Yan Hang neither saw nor heard them clearly.

"Who are you, Yan Zhiyuan?" He only heard this clearly.

"It's my dad." Yan Hang replied.

"That's right, we have some issues that need your cooperation to investigate." The policeman looked at him.

"Okay." Yan Hang nodded.

After the police entered the house, they first looked at the two rooms, and then sat down on the sofa. Yan Hang poured water and put it in front of them.

"Sit down," the policeman said, "and don't stress."

Yan Hang hooked a chair with his feet, and when he sat down, he felt a severe back pain.

"Please take a look at this photo first," a policeman handed over a photo, "Can you recognize this person?"

Yan Hang took the photo and glanced at it.

It is a screenshot of the surveillance, only one back can be seen.

But even if it's only half of the back, he can recognize it at a glance.

"Recognizable," he returned the photo to the police. "It's my dad."

"Do you know this person?" The police handed over another photo.

This is a work photo.

First-year dad.

Yan Hang's heart suddenly twitched into a ball.

"I don't know," he said.

It's true that don't know each other. don't know if I've met each other. It's normal that don't remember what father looks like in the first year of junior high school.

"When did your father go out?" The police put the photo away.

"Wednesday morning, it's almost noon." Yan Hang didn't hide it. If the police could find him, he had already grasped his father's situation.

"Have you been back since? Or contacted you?" the policeman asked again.

"No." Yan Hang replied.

"Did he say anything before he went out? For example, who did he meet?" The police continued to ask.

"No," Yan Hang said, "I just said I have something to go out."

"Does he know anyone else here?"

"no."

"Did anyone come to him during this time?"

"no."

"Have you taken any calls?"

"...Take it," Yan Hang lit a cigarette, "Go out after answering the phone."

"Do you know who's calling?"

"have no idea."

The police looked at him: "You didn't go to school, did you?"

"No," Yan Hang said, "I dropped out of school for depression and have a medical certificate."

"Is that so," the policeman sighed softly, "do you have any other relatives?"

"No more." Yan Hang replied, he didn't know how much the police had grasped in the past few days, nor how much his father had in the past that he didn't know.

"Did he say why he was here?" the policeman asked.

"No." Yan Hang flicked the soot.

"Have you contacted your father these days?"

"No." Yan Hang felt that he should make a recording, and he could basically answer the police's questions with "no" and "don't know".

"He hasn't come back for so many days," the policeman glanced at him, "haven't you thought about contacting him?"

"No," Yan Hang said, "we have been like this all the time. He didn't tell me anything, and I didn't ask anything."

"Okay," the policeman nodded and handed over a business card, "thank you for your cooperation, if there are any details you missed, you can call me at any time when you remember them, we may still find you to understand the situation, hope You can continue to cooperate."

"Yes." Yan Hang said.

The police left.

When Yan Hang closed the door, he felt as if all the power was being slammed out of his body.

The air, the light, and the color all around were also sucked away.

He crouched down slowly and hugged his head.