While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 958
After handing over the follow-up work of Deng Chuyu's case to Zhang Junhua, Song He left the Jicheng Police Station without looking back, and boarded the bullet train to Yuecheng, Lingsheng.

The reason why he left so eagerly was not because Song He had something urgent to deal with.

But after using Deng Chuyu's filial piety to trap him and getting to know him further, Song He inevitably felt a little sympathy and guilt for Deng Chuyu and his mother who had fallen into his trap.

Even though he knew that he would feel sympathy and guilt, Song He would still firmly choose to trap Deng Chuyu, but these two emotions really made him feel uncomfortable.

"Really, there's no one else who can make me unhappy even if I'm working on a case..." Song He complained to himself, then he sat down in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

After a while, Song He suddenly realized that he took up the case and closed it in the middle of the night, so he couldn't help smiling, calmed down and fell asleep gently.

A few hours later, the bullet train arrived at Yuecheng, and when Song He walked out of the station, his mental state was refreshed, and he had obviously let go of the burden that had fallen on his heart during the interrogation last night.

"Let me take a look..." Song He looked at the sky, then distinguished the direction, smiled and said to a direction: "This direction is right."

After all, Song He Xianting strolled to an unoccupied corner, took out the mountain bike and cycling clothes that had not been used for a long time from the ring, changed into the clothes, stepped on the car, and walked leisurely towards the direction he determined.

Two hours later, Song He came to a village along the national highway and walked around until he came to a rather clean and tidy farmyard outside the gate.

Looking at the house number, Song He squinted his eyes and smiled, pushed the car forward and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

However, before Song He's palm fell on the iron black gate, there were bursts of barking in the courtyard.

And listening to the loud or dull roar, it was obvious that there was not only one guard dog in the courtyard, but they were all large and fierce dogs.

But Song He didn't take it seriously, the smile on his face didn't change, and he still firmly landed on the door with his waving palm.

Ouch! Ouch!
"Oowow! Oowowow!"

The loud banging on the door instantly aroused the hostility of many guard dogs in the courtyard, causing them to roar more and more crazily. It also prompted a man to ask questions.

"Who is it?" The man's voice was hoarse but loud, and it instantly drowned out the roar of the guard dog.

"Brother, I'm passing by." Song He leaned in front of the door and shouted loudly: "Please open the door, I will discuss something with you!"

Song He shouted, the man in the courtyard stopped talking, but there was a sound of footsteps amidst the barking of dogs, and they gradually approached the gate, obviously the man was about to open the door.

A moment later, there was the sound of a lock being locked inside the iron door, followed by a tooth-piercing sound of turning and rubbing at the door hinge.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of the door opening stopped, and a short, stocky middle-aged man appeared after opening the door about a foot wide. He frowned and looked up at Song He slightly, his eyes full of alertness and scrutiny.

"Hi brother, I'm on a long-distance ride." Song He nodded and bowed to the man with a smile on his face, "I've been riding for a month, and I barely slept last night. I'm so tired."

"I finally arrived in our village and wanted to find a place to rest, but after asking several houses, either no one was there or they were not willing to let me in."

"Brother, I see that you are a good person. Please, I can't bear it any longer. Let me come to your house to rest. Do you think it's okay?"

The middle-aged man didn't speak, and still frowning, he looked up and down the dusty Song He, and when his eyes inadvertently passed Song He's cycling bag, he paused for a moment before moving to another place.

"Brother, I really beg you." Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't make a statement, Song He begged quickly: "I just want to take a break, I... I am willing to give money!"

The middle-aged man blinked when he heard this, his brows relaxed a little, and he confirmed: "Just rest?"

"That's right!" Seeing the middle-aged man's tone soften, Song He cheerfully took out three hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and stuffed them into the middle-aged man's hands, saying, "Brother, I'll leave after I've rested, and I won't cause you any trouble!"

"Tsk... okay." The middle-aged man squeezed the money in his hand, took half a step back and opened the door, "Come in."

"Thank you, brother!" Song He, who was overjoyed, bowed his thanks repeatedly and pushed his bicycle into the open door.

And just when Song He passed by the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man rolled his eyes and sniffed slightly, his gaze, which implied a sense of inquiry, precisely landed on Song He's pocket and cycling bag.

Song He, who seemed unaware of this, parked his bicycle in the courtyard, looked at the three large dogs in the corner with chains tied around their necks and were still barking at him, and said in fear: "Brother, your family Dogs...don’t bite people, right?”

Boom!

"You'll be fine if you don't mess with them." The middle-aged man closed the big iron gate again, returned to the courtyard expressionlessly, and yelled at the three large dogs that were barking desperately: "Be quiet!"

In an instant, the ears of the three burly dogs collapsed, and they bowed their necks and returned obediently to the simple kennel, but they ignored Song He who stood there blankly.

"Brother, you..." Song He exclaimed with a face full of surprise: "You are too powerful!"

"Oh." The middle-aged man didn't seem to be good at words. He simply responded and pointed to the wooden stool in the corner of the courtyard: "Don't you want to rest? Sit down."

After all, the middle-aged man went about his own affairs.

"Hey, thank you, brother!" Song He said politely, walked quickly to the corner, sat on the stool without hesitation, and then breathed out comfortably.

The middle-aged man glanced at Song He, and when he saw him looking around curiously, he withdrew his gaze, but he still glanced at Song He from time to time from the corner of his eye.

After a while, Song He seemed to have regained some energy. He looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "Brother, I have run out of supplies. Do you have anything to eat at home? I can pay for it."

The middle-aged man frowned when he heard the words, and he intended to refuse, but when he saw the hundred-yuan bill that Song He took out, he scanned it around and said, "There are some mountain products, there are some vegetables in the yard, and some rice noodles, what do you want?" If you want to eat, I’ll make more for you at noon.”

"All right, all right! That's great!" Song He shouted happily, and thanked the middle-aged man again and again as he stuffed the money.

Two hours later, it was twelve noon, and the middle-aged man also prepared a pot of stew and a pot of rice.

Song He, who was already hungry, eagerly helped the middle-aged man bring the food to the dining table. After sitting down, he waited for the middle-aged man to finish serving the meal before serving himself a bowl of rice and started eating with a smile.

"Brother, your skills are good." Song He swallowed a mouthful of food and praised with gleaming eyes: "You can't eat such authentic mountain products in restaurants. They only use the ones they grow to bluff people."

"Really?" The middle-aged man responded briefly, then lowered his head and continued to eat.

"Brother, actually I knew you were a good person just by looking at you." Song He continued to talk nonsense while eating: "You are different from those who refused to let me in. They have bad intentions, and you are different."

"Oh, can you tell?" The middle-aged man seemed to be quite interested in what Song He said, and raised his eyebrows a little.

"Of course!" Song He said proudly with a smile: "Brother, I'm not bragging with you! I have been playing cycling for three years, and I am still young at the beginning. I don't know the basics of cycling."

“After I suffered a few losses, I started to know who was a good person and who was not kind-hearted.”

"Well, it's quite impressive." A smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he asked curiously: "Then how do you know I will let you in?"

"Because of the door." Song He pointed in the direction of the door as a matter of course, and said with a grin: "To tell you the truth, brother. I can tell whether the family's humanity is good or not when I look at the door of a family."

"Brother, the outside of your house is cleaner than everyone else's. I know you are a fastidious person. And a fastidious person has a good heart, and the house is clean and tidy. We cyclists are willing to deal with this kind of person."

"Oh." The middle-aged man nodded, and then asked curiously: "Then why don't you stay in a hotel? It's quite clean there."

Song He Wenyan, who was feasting, smiled mysteriously: "Brother, let me tell you the truth, it's better to stay in places like hotels less."

"Why?" the middle-aged man asked smoothly.

"Because they're fake and clean." A trace of disgust appeared on Song He's face: "I've worked in a hotel before, so I know those places look good. Actually, it's really not as clean as our own home."

"And the more remote the hotel is, the more you can't live in it. Just like those guest houses in our village, hey, I won't go if you give me money!"

"That's it." The middle-aged man nodded and said nothing, and continued to eat with his head down.

While eating, Song He chatted with the middle-aged man in a nonchalant manner, very talkative.

After the meal, Song He took the initiative to help the middle-aged man wash the pots and dishes, and after chatting for a few more words, he yawned several times, looking listless as if he wanted to sleep.

"Brother, can I stay with you for a while?" While speaking, Song He yawned again.

"Okay." The middle-aged man said and pointed to the house where he usually rests.

"Thank you, big brother!" Song He thanked him, went into the room without saying a word, fell asleep, and soon there was a burst of snoring.

The middle-aged man sitting idle in the courtyard glanced at the direction of the bedroom, sniffed lightly, and began to look at Song He's bicycle parked in the courtyard and the cycling bag on the bicycle.

After a moment, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly with bright eyes. Although he didn't understand the cycling equipment, he still inferred from the details that Song He's bicycle and cycling bag were not cheap, and he couldn't help sniffing again.

"Huh...huh..."

At this time, Song He's loud snoring came from the house, as if he was extremely tired and fell into a deep sleep.

The middle-aged man's eyes were moving around restlessly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind, and stood up quietly to the firewood pile. He picked up the ax with a cold light in a gentle but firm movement, and walked silently towards the room where Song He was.

In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man who was very familiar with his family came to Song He who was sleeping on his side.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, stared at Song He's neck, and slowly raised the ax in his hand high!
But when the sharp ax rose above the middle-aged man's head, he paused slightly, and then the ax in his hand fell like lightning!
puff!
There was a muffled sound in an instant, but it was not the sound of a sharp blade breaking through the body, but a collision sound similar to fists and palms!

"What? Surprised?"

Song He, who had never really fallen asleep, chuckled, and at some point raised his left hand and firmly grasped the right wrist of the middle-aged man holding the axe, so that the murder weapon in his hand could not drop even an inch in the middle of the journey!
The middle-aged man who was confident that he could kill Song He with one blow was stunned for a moment, but the severe pain in his wrist, as if it was being clamped by iron pincers, made him instantly understand that he was being plotted!

"I'm fucking stupid..." The middle-aged man shouted violently, struggling to withdraw his hand and take back the ax with a ferocious face!
But Song He, who was still lying on his back at this time, could not let him do what he wanted. His left hand holding the opponent's wrist suddenly tugged, and his right hand stretched out, grabbed the opponent's hair, and pulled hard with his left hand at the same time, until he hit the target. The young man was forced to fall towards him!

At the same time, Song He used the strength of the middle-aged man's struggle to twist his waist and lift his legs. When the other party lost his balance and fell towards him, his right leg circled the middle-aged man's neck at a right angle like lightning, and hooked his ankle tightly. On the inside of my left knee!
In an instant, an extremely standard triangle twist was formed instantly!
"Brother, swearing is bad behavior, remember to change it when you go in."

With the winning ticket in his hands, Song He smiled in a relaxed tone, and slowly tightened his left leg, which immediately made the middle-aged man whose neck was strangled turn red, and could no longer speak!
However, the middle-aged man who had almost lost his mind at this time was willing to be subdued like this, and struggled more and more frantically!

But the more he was like this, the tighter the "noose" around his neck became, and all his struggles and resistances were calmly resolved by Song He, even the thread on the corner of Song He's clothes was not torn off.

After a few breaths, the middle-aged man suddenly felt sleepy. Even though he tried hard to stay awake, his brain was still invaded by this overwhelming sleepiness, and he quickly lost consciousness.

At this time, Song He truly breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the unconscious middle-aged man, got up and tied him up.

And the three watchdogs who were resting in the courtyard seemed to have a premonition of something, and started to howl crazily.

"Oh, it's really troublesome." Song He, who had tied up the middle-aged man, walked out of the house in a depressed manner. When he saw three guard dogs barking at him, he shook his head helplessly: "The dog is a good dog, but he followed a murderer. master."

After all, Song Heyun walked up to the three watchdogs calmly, stood at the limit safety distance that the iron chain could bring him, took out the sweat spray and sprayed them a few times.

Five seconds later, the three vicious dogs fainted and fell to the ground at the same time, and the courtyard finally regained its tranquility.

However, this tranquility did not last long, and was broken by a sudden knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Song He had already heard a series of deliberately suppressed footsteps approaching outside the door, and walked towards the door with a secret smile in his heart.

"Sixth son, open the door." A thick and clear voice sounded: "It's me, your third uncle."

"Brother Six is ​​asleep." Song He responded cheerfully as he walked: "I won't wake up for a while."

The people outside the door were stunned when they heard the words, but Song He took advantage of their daze to open the door.

When he opened the door, he laughed and jumped out of the way behind the door, startling the police officers and Wu Xuerui who were about to rush in.

"Why are you here!"

(End of this chapter)