A Lucky Coin

As soon as I ran to the intersection of Yan Hang's house, I saw my aunt's car approaching on the first day of the new year.

"Puppy, get in the car." The aunt poked her head out and called him.

On the first day of the first year, he opened the door and sat on the co-pilot. Before he could catch his breath, he asked, "What happened to my dad?"

"That's right, your dad hasn't been found yet," the aunt stretched out her hand and gave him a tissue. "But... the police saw their company's car under surveillance. Your dad drove the car yesterday. "

"Wh, what kind of supervision, control?" On the first day of the new year, she was holding a tissue and didn't understand what the aunt was talking about.

"The surveillance at the entrance of the hutong over there," the aunt said, "I heard that the person ran out from the hutong to the riverside. The surveillance on the street at the hutong side captured your dad's car passing by, and that person was with your dad. The cars that got off first..."

"Wh... a person?" The first day of junior high was completely panicked.

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

Looking ahead on the first day of the first year, the whole person was blinded, and he couldn't understand what the aunt was still talking about.

Dad didn’t go home all day and night, and he couldn’t connect with his cell phone. Although this situation had never happened before, he didn’t worry too much. Dad was timid, afraid to fight, he didn’t have the courage to cheat and he had no money. Even people who see a lot of drinking at night will avoid them for fear of causing trouble.

His most terrifying imagination 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." The aunt said when she stopped the car downstairs.

When I got out of the car for the first time, I saw many neighbors gathering downstairs at his house. When I saw him coming, the expressions on his face were a little confused.

Some inquiries, some curiosity, some...excited, looking forward to the kind of gloating that someone can have something to talk about.

"This kid is pitiful in the first year of the junior high school," another aunt sighed loudly, "His dad..."

"There are three generations of father and mother in the same house, why is it pitiful?" The aunt didn't look there, but she spoke loudly, "How nice to be so sympathetic and even to myself."

The first day of the new year bowed his head and walked into the corridor.

You can hear my grandma's voice when there is one floor away from home.

"Comrade police! You can't wrong people, you should go find someone when they are gone, how can you still get people involved in the murder case!"

"Old lady, we just came to understand the situation, and we haven't come to any conclusions now." A man's voice sounded patient, and it should be a policeman.

"Say what you know, or don't know if you don't know." Aunty reminded him in a low voice when she entered the door.

"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.

He had never experienced anything like this before, and when he walked in, he felt so nervous that he walked smoothly.

There are three policemen in the room, two men, one woman, and a middle-aged man. He looked a bit familiar on the first day of the month. He should be the leader of my father's company.

The police should have gone to the company first, and then came home... He stood in the living room, bowing his head somewhat awkwardly.

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

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

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

"No," the first day of the year thought for a while, "I went to school. When he was in school, he had already left."

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

"It's just a stutter, it doesn't matter if you are nervous!" Grandma said from the side.

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

"Just keep your mouth in check, and talk nonsense!" Grandma pointed to the first day of the new year.

Officer Wang smiled: "Can Grandma avoid it first?"

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

"Enough of you! When are you still like this!" The mother forced grandma into the bedroom and closed the door.

On the first day of the new year, he breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "I haven't noticed what's wrong, what's the difference, my dad will return, it's late, we don't talk too much.

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

"Just... Uncle Ding." said the first day.

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

In the first day of the junior high school, he had a faint feeling. When the aunt said that it was Dad’s colleague who died, he did not have much thoughts. Now Officer Wang asks...

He was suddenly afraid to answer.

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

"Uncle Ding beat my dad. It's been a long time," he said with a frown, "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 dad if there are any abnormalities, if he has conflicts with others, and if he has had contact with anyone recently.

But the answer was not easy on the first day of the first year, except because his father’s situation was unknown... He never felt that he knew so little about his family, whether it was his father or his mother, grandma, if he asked questions like this, he might have Can't answer very clearly.

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

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

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

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

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

"Recognize, no, come on." Chu handful of photos returned to Officer Wang.

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

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

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

"It will." Mom nodded.

After the police and the leader of Dad's company left, the house fell silent.

Everyone was stunned in the same place as if they couldn't recover, even the grandmother was silent.

"I don't understand," Mom said for a long time, "How can he get involved with Lao Ding... What is he running after Lao Ding is dead!"

It really was Old Ding.

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

"He killed him." Grandpa said.

"Are you my father?" Mom roared.

"I think you are bored!" Grandma jumped up and slapped her grandfather's arm. "If you don't speak human words, just close your asshole. If you can't hold back your ass, go out and kill you!"

"Uncle," the aunt frowned, "you don't care about talking nonsense. You can't just open your mouth and say about this, it's a murder case!"

"Er Ping, can you help me find out if you have anything to do with it?" Mom asked auntie.

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

"If you don't want to help, just say it straight." Mom interrupted her.

"I'm not willing to help, I will come here as soon as I know about this!" said the aunt, "I am not a Tathagata, I can do whatever I want!"

"Didn't you come to see the excitement?" Mom sneered.

"Yeah! I just came to watch the excitement," said the aunt. "The excitement of your house is really beautiful. It's worth driving from West to East, isn't it?"

Chu sat down at the desk together, slumped down, holding his head.

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

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

That back figure, I don't know if it was because he had been thinking about it, or it was a psychological effect. When Officer Wang showed him, he didn't feel anything, but now he always feels a bit familiar.

Not long afterwards, my aunt and grandmother and my little uncle also came over, and the small living room at home suddenly became full.

After having a quarrel with grandma, aunt and mother, they began to discuss the matter of father.

"People are definitely not injured. When he ran out, he was fine, and the one who died was definitely not stabbed by him. How can he have the courage," said aunt and grandma, "Don't guess! It is better to have this idle time. Think about where he can go. Finding people back to cooperate with the investigation is the most important thing!"

"But he drove the car, and Lao Ding got off his car. The police said that he and Lao Ding also entered the alley behind and then ran out again," the mother said, crying. "I'm running out of sight now, it's clear how to put it..."

Holding his head on the first day of the new year, listening to the people in the room speculating back and forth in the little limited information revealed by the police.

He really can't figure it out.

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

In this case, of the three people, one died and two were missing.

Who is that invisible back figure?

Why do you always feel a bit familiar?

"I'll make a few calls in the car," said the aunt, "see if I can inquire about something."

"Go, bring me something to eat," said my aunt and grandma, "I haven't eaten it this morning."

"Yeah." The aunt replied and went to open the door.

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

"You folks are really enthusiastic." The aunt walked out and closed the door.

"You are still in the mood to eat!" Grandma yelled at her aunt, as if there was nowhere to vent her anger.

"Just eat," said my aunt and grandmother, "I still want to drink a drink."

In the first day of the junior high school, I was a little uncontrollable, so I took out my mobile phone and wanted to send Yan Hang a message.

If Yan Hang doesn't need him to accompany him, he will go out and wander around, which is better than staying at home.

The phone changed slowly. The moment he clicked on WeChat and saw Yan Hang's portrait, his hand suddenly stopped.

That back view.

That back view!

...That's Uncle Yan!

He suddenly felt unable to breathe and had to grab the edge of the table and inhale hard.

The brain became chaotic as if it was about to lose consciousness.

He was gasping, and after he finally recovered from the chaos, he sat up straight. How could it be?how is this possible!

How could it be Uncle Yan!

"What are you doing!" Grandma glared at him, "Her hysteria!"

"You know how fierce! Such an older child is scared," my aunt opened her fan, came over and slapped it at Chu Yi, "what's the matter with your family!"

"On the first day of the new year," my mother waved at him with a tired face, "you go back to school, go out if you don't want to go back to school, don't hold it at home."

I stood up on the first day of the junior high school and went out with my mobile phone.

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 a wave, constantly beating layer by layer , Little by little spread to the whole body.

He never thought that that person would be Uncle Yan.

Not to mention that Uncle Yan would still be present with the disappearance of Dad and the death of Old Ding.

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

I didn't have the courage to think about it anymore in the first year of junior high school. I just felt that I was so cold that I wanted to shiver in the summer weather.

"Puppy?" Auntie walked towards him with two bags filled with lunch boxes and called to him, "Where are we going?"

"Go out... walk around," said the first day of the month.

"Do you want me to drive around?" the aunt asked.

"No, no need." Lu Yi shook his head.

"Are you hungry?" The aunt asked again, "I bought a bun, and there are some other things, a lot of them, do you want to eat something?"

Shaking his head on the first day.

The aunt sighed, touched his head, and stuffed another two hundred yuan in his pocket: "Then you go around, and if you get hungry later, you can buy something for yourself."

"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.

Turn around.

Where to go around?

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

The corridors of several buildings face an open space, usually full of cars, and occasionally people passing home can be seen, but today there are several neighbors standing in twos and threes.

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

When I passed by the small shop where my grandma bought cigarettes, there were also a few people standing inside. When I saw him, someone immediately shouted: "First day of the middle school! What happened to the police going to your house?"

He didn't say a word, bowed his head and walked quickly, leaving these buildings, he did not dare to go on the way he usually walks.

He was afraid that there would be people who knew him. Everyone in this place is full of people. No news can pass the night. My father is missing, and the police are coming to his house. This kind of hot news on the cusp of the news is useless. It can be spread in a few hours.

He was also afraid... walked past Yan Hang's door.

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

He didn't know what happened, whether Yan Hang knew about it now, or 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 matter?He didn't even know.

He had not dared to ask why Yan Hang was in his state before, but now he knew the reason, but he didn't know what to do.

The only friend he gets along with earnestly, the only friend he wants to see all the time, the only friend who is gentle and respectful to him, is now like this.

Dad's house has been turned through for the third time, once a day. Yesterday was the third day. Yan Hang still didn't find any useful information from the poor things that Dad had.

Today he has no strength to search anymore, just sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

The cell phone is on hand. He doesn't know how many times he wants to pick up the cell phone, send a message to his father, or make a call.

But this idea was suppressed countless times.

He didn't know the current situation of his father at all, and he was not sure what consequences he would bring to his father and himself if he contacted him.

He can only bear it.

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

But this time is no longer just waiting for such a simple pressure.

He already knew clearly that something had happened.

There are even more judgments.

He has not been contacted for several days in the first year of the junior high school, no message has been sent, and no phone call has been made.

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, after a tree on the opposite side appeared at night, one stop would be two or three hours to start. If he didn’t turn off the lights all night, he might stand all night on the first day, but he never tried it. At 12 o'clock the next time, he would turn off the light so that he would leave after an hour on the first day of the new year.

This matter has something to do with my dad in the first grade.

This judgment does not require any further scrutiny.

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

He got up and slowly sorted all the mess in the house.

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

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

When the familiar news music sounded, he lit a cigarette.

There is still no news. The news in the morning mentioned a sentence, saying that it was under investigation. The noon news was not even mentioned at all.

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

When he was about to turn around and return to the sofa, he saw a police car coming from the opposite street through the blinds and then turned around and stopped in front of his house.

Before he dropped the cup in his hand to the ground, he put the cup on the table next to it.

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

There was a knock on the door.

Yan Hang held up the wall and opened the door.

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

"Who is Yan Zhiyuan from you?" He only heard this sentence clearly.

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

"Yes, we have some issues that need your cooperation in the investigation." The police 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 the water and put it in front of them.

"Sit down," the policeman said, "don't be stressed."

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

"Take a look at this picture first," a policeman handed over a picture. "Can you recognize this person?"

Yan Hang took the photo and took a look.

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

But even if it was only half of his back, he could recognize it at a glance.

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

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

This is a work photo.

Dad in the first grade.

Yan Hang suddenly formed a ball in his heart.

"I don't know," he said.

It is true that I don’t know each other. It’s not considered to be acquaintance to meet each other.

"When did your father go out?" The policeman kept the photo away.

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

"Have you come back later? Or contacted you?" the policeman asked again.

"No." Yan Hang replied.

"Did he say anything before going out? For example, who did he meet?" the policeman continued.

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

"Does he know anyone else here?"

"No."

"Has anyone come to him during this time?"

"No."

"Have you received any calls?"

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

"Do you know who called?"

"do not know."

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

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

"Well," the policeman sighed softly, "Do you have any other relatives?"

"No more." Yan Hang replied. He didn't know how much information the police had learned in the past few days, or how many pasts his father did not know.

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

"No." Yan Hang flicked the soot.

"Have you contacted your father these days?"

"No." Yan Hang felt that he should record a voice. He could basically answer questions from the police with "no" and "don't know".

"He hasn't come back for so many days," the policeman glanced at him. "Have you never thought of contacting him?"

"No," Yan Hang said, "we have always been like this, he doesn't tell me anything, I don'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 anytime when you think of it. 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 his strength had been taken away from his body.

What was taken away together was the surrounding air, light, and color.

He squatted slowly and hugged his head.