Fang Daichuan came out of his grandfather's house and strolled in the alleys of the old days. There was a line of fire clouds in the sky, and the sky was dyed red and divided into fragments by electric wires. Fang Daichuan looked as far as the eye could see, and the thick red color blocks wiped out on the blue skyline, like the sea and sky flames on the day of parting.
The hair salon at the entrance of the alley played music.
Heard a song come through
and when I was looking for you, I sing blue
(Singing all over the place, I'm singing the blues to find you)
Too long on the dark side
trying to find the light
(Like in such a long night, I'm trying to find the light)
This was the night before the farewell between life and death. After the lingering, Li Sinian lay beside him, humming this song in a low voice. The melody is in my ears.
Fang Daichuan suddenly realized something, he found that he seemed to be holding a key in his hand, only one step away from the lock of the truth. He bowed his head and walked quickly into the barbershop.
The two criminal police behind him also quickly followed.
"Brother, do you want to cut or perm your hair or do styling?" The boy at the front desk looked up, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Fang Daichuan took a deep breath, his fingers were trembling, he pointed to the music player on the computer desktop: "What song is playing now?"
""Colour to the moon", a well-known song by folk song master Allan Taylor, do you also like it?" The little brother turned his eyes slightly on Fang Daichuan's waist and crotch.
Fang Daichuan ignored him, lowered his head and shook his fingers to type in the search box, misspelling words several times while typing.
The blue line on the interface came to the end, and the lyrics popped up, occupying the entire screen.
You're just a sideshow at a backstreet carnival
I'm walking on a high wire trying to keep my balance
This is another way everyone can pass,
Except you, only you are different
you're just a sideshow
I try not to let myself fall
…
Through the dark, struggling to find the light
I see those shadows dissipating on the other side of the night
Singing, I'm singing the blues to find you
Like in such a long night, I'm trying to find the light
you're just a sideshow
I'm trying to keep my balance, trying not to fall to the ground
"Brother Chuan'er, you have been saving me."
"Without you, what's the difference between me and them?"
"He is asking for help," Fang Daichuan thought of the other party's painting, and added in his heart, "He is asking for help from me."
There were a few drops of water on the screen, Fang Daichuan reached out and wiped it off with his thumb, expressionless. I'm going to save him.
"The police are handling the case! I hope you will cooperate!" The criminal police on the side saw him clicking back and forth on the phone, thinking that he was contacting someone, and when he came up, he showed his police officer ID and took the phone from his hand.
The little brother on the side was frightened.
The policeman asked alertly, "What did you say?"
The little brother stammered: "No, I didn't say anything... This gentleman asked me what the name of this song is..."
The police turned on the phone, and Fang Daichuan's screen was still on the music interface. Once turned on, the music started playing automatically. "Is there any code in this music?" The policeman asked suspiciously.
Fang Daichuan shook his head: "It's just a song."
The policeman was about to say something, but the phone in his pocket rang suddenly. He signaled Fang Daichuan to be more old-fashioned with his eyes, and then answered it.
"Hello?" He stood aside, listening to the orders of the people over there, and then exclaimed, "What did you say?! But we have been following for a whole day!"
The voice over the earpiece was a little loud, and Fang Daichuan vaguely heard it: "Come back immediately!... yes... bring... high seas yacht formation... also in werewolf killing mode..."
The policeman hung up the phone, glared at Fang Daichuan bitterly, and threw his mobile phone into his arms: "You go, the monitoring is cancelled."
"Wait!" Fang Daichuan clasped the shoulder of the plainclothes in desperation.
The boy who washed his hair was taken aback, and thought that this man was so courageous that the police dared to stop him casually.
The plainclothes didn't have a good face towards him: "Let go! You want to get into the game again, don't you?"
"What happened? Someone set up a werewolf game on the yacht on the high seas? Did Li Sinian do it? Is it related to him? Why did you cancel the surveillance on me? Did you get some wind?" He asked a series of questions .
Just as the police were about to prevaricate him, they received another call.
"Hey, boss, I'm just..." He had just answered when the phone was taken away.
"???" The police turned their heads in confusion, and Fang Daichuan said directly to the phone: "I want to see you, I have something to explain."
It was still the same police station, and it was still the same interrogation room.
The Deputy sat behind the desk, watching him.
As usual, a cup of coffee.
The person who handed him the coffee thought that after going through the last time, he had a plan in his mind, and he might not drink it quickly, but unexpectedly he drank it with his neck back. Even the deputy director raised his eyebrows.
"Is there anything else you want to take the initiative to explain?" The deputy director poured him another half a glass.
Fang Daichuan took off the ring on his finger, buckled it on the table, and crossed his legs: "Li Sinian and I have made a private appointment for life, do you want to catch him? I can help you."
"Oh?" The deputy director raised his right eyebrow, "You are all privately committed to life, and you are still willing to arrest someone for us? If you really meet him, you can't tell the news, let him donate money and abscond?"
Fang Daichuan lowered his head and played with his fingers: "I'd rather he sit in prison for the rest of his life than continue to make a living under his mother's hands. His mental state is very dangerous, and he has been asking me for help. I don't know if you believe me or not." To put it bluntly, he was indeed the one who set up this bureau, but he is really not the main messenger. He is also a victim, and the persecution may have been earlier and deeper than any victim."
"Really willing?" The deputy director stared at his face with interest, "You won't regret it temporarily, will you?"
Fang Daichuan shook his head resolutely: "He stays in prison for a day, I wait for him for a day, he stays for a lifetime, I buy a house in a small village next to the prison, and wait for him for a lifetime."
He lowered his head and smiled, and the line of his thinned side face was instantly gentle: "If you see him stable when you are willing to let us meet once a week, it would be even better without having to go through the glass. He can't come out If that’s the case, I’m willing to go in and accompany him, just give me an empty prison.”
The deputy director shook his head, and smiled mysteriously at him: "Don't worry, consider your situation, the superiors will not make things difficult for you."
"Are you really willing to run this trip for the police?" The deputy director restrained his smile and said seriously, "First of all, we don't have any evidence to prove that Li Sinian is still alive. Secondly, although this bureau was organized in his name, according to the According to the data fed back by our informant in the early stage, he was not the one who organized the game.”
Fang Daichuan's eyes suddenly dimmed.
"And it's very dangerous. Our informant has been out of contact for three days. It can be basically confirmed that he was sacrificed. Please be mentally prepared." The deputy director looked serious.
Fang Daichuan raised his head and exhaled: "My parents are both criminal police officers. You should believe in my determination and ability. As for whether you can find Li Sinian..." He remembered his grandfather saying, if you want it, go for it. If you can't get it, you can't. Fate, don't be persistent. He stared quietly at the chandelier on the top floor, and said: "It's good that he's here, but it's fine if he's not. I don't force it. It's just that I gave up on him twice. Once unintentionally and once forcedly, I don't want to give up on him again." , even if there is only a slight possibility.”