what's in the depths

Zhu Yuhan calmed down a little bit, took a deep breath, and tried his best to overthrow Fu Huaiyu to the ground. In the end, he found that he had returned the results of his years of training in the police academy to the teacher, and he couldn't beat him in bed. Fu Huaiyu is still the same now.

Fu Huaiyu stomped on his feet and did not move at all. Zhu Yuhan twitched several times without pulling his hand out.

He raised his head and started to stare back at Fu Huaiyu.

Fu Huaiyu avoided his fiery gaze, called a police officer to come over, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Take him to the temporary office first."

Almost without any backhand strength, Zhu Yuhan was pulled up from the ground by seven or eight police officers, and carried to the office.

He turned his head and took a last look at Tong Si and Tong Qi siblings, and saw that Tong Qi had already been carried onto a stretcher, while Tong Si who was also being stretched was struggling to hold his sister's hand.

With a sigh, Zhu Yuhan even lost the desire to resist, and was obediently carried into the office by those police officers.

My hands hurt and my heart hurts too.

At this moment, Fu Huaiyu was so unfamiliar that he felt intimidated.

Zhu Yuhan knew that he couldn't blame that person, because he was just following the instructions of his superiors, but when the red dot sight was pointed at his forehead, Zhu Yuhan suddenly felt heartbroken.

Yes, perhaps for Fu Huaiyu, the more important thing is to be commended and promoted, and he has never doubted Fu Huaiyu's feelings for him.

Everyone has the most important and inviolable things in their hearts. Zhu Yuhan feels that the most important thing for him is the fate that can be met but not sought after in this vast sea of ​​billions of people. Progressive colleagues are everyone who accompanies him to grow and become stronger, and these are precious to him.

Fu Huaiyu is not the case, and I really can't force him to submit to me through emotional moral kidnapping, because I also know that everything I do now, whether it is pointing guns at innocent people for the sake of Tong Si and Tong Qi, or Knowing that Chu Rong was infected but still taking him away without hesitation, this is unfair to hundreds of thousands or even billions of people.

Did Fu Huaiyu do something wrong?

In all fairness, there is nothing wrong with that.

It's just chilling.

Zhu Yuhan never thought that as a people's policeman, his duty is to protect the people, and everything starts from the people, but today, he pointed a gun at the people and even threatened the people with a gun, so even if he was handcuffed with one hand He was handcuffed to a chair and thrown in the shabby office, which was his own fault.

When Lao Li heard about this, he brought a group of police officers over to check the situation. As soon as he saw Zhu Yuhan, Lao Li poked Zhu Yuhan's forehead with his finger and said sharply:

"You really have a lot of skills! You have caused a lot of trouble because of beating reporters before, why don't you have a long memory? I said that young people should not be emotional and impulsive, but you are good. You have not finished beating reporters, and now you are going to be beating them again." Who, hit the people?! Do you still want to do it!"

Zhu Yuhan closed his eyes, stretched out his other hand to grope in front of his chest twice, then tore off his work card, took out his police card from his pocket and threw it on the table, and said coldly:

"I really don't want to do it anymore. You only know that I shot to scare the people, but do you know what those so-called innocent people did to other innocent people? If I were to risk my life to protect such people, no Sorry I can't, I'm not that noble."

Lao Li sighed irritably, rubbed his aching temples, and then said slowly:

"Now the situation has come to this point. So many people die every day. Who is not afraid? Who is not a family member? You should also understand them. To put it bluntly, Tong Si's sister has been confirmed to be infected. Now there is no Any effective drug can be developed to treat this infection, and it took only one month from the onset of the disease to her death. To put it bluntly, she is waiting to die now, there is no way out and no hope!"

"So as an innocent infected person, as long as those people kill her to calm the anger in her heart and stabilize the people's hearts, there is nothing wrong with even sacrificing her?"

Old Li's eyes gradually turned red, he hurriedly turned his head away, and after a while, he said softly:

"Yes, that's what I thought."

"But she is also a life. She also has her own husband and family. Her husband is now isolated outside the area, but he has been waiting hard for her to come home." Tears fell down, wet The skirt of Zhu Yuhan's chest was covered.

"In the end, we will tell that man who has been holding great hopes and waiting for his lover to come home, that your wife can't come back, because she was tortured to death by others before she got sick—"

Zhu Yuhan took a long, deep breath and looked up at Lao Li: "Is this what you want?"

With his hands behind his back, Lao Li looked at the bright moon in the sky through the simple window. The pure moon, even if it could only emit a faint light, would illuminate the way home for Yegui people, but now it seemed to be covered There is a thin layer of gauze mist, and Mingyue hides behind that layer of mist and weeps.

In this world, there are always things that it can't do anything about.

It can't take care of everyone, it can't save everyone dying in the mud.

"I still hope you can calm down. After all, as far as the current situation is concerned, one step is wrong, and if we are not careful, we will lose everything."

After leaving such a sentence, Lao Li left the temporary office with his hands behind his back.

Zhu Yuhan hung his head weakly, tears still falling.

Because he also felt that Tong Qi was too innocent and pitiful. She had never done anything wrong, but God arranged such a tragic fate for her.

The office door slammed, and with an unpleasant "creak" sound, a pair of shiny black high boots stepped in. Immediately afterwards, a familiar fragrance spread in the stuffy air.

Zhu Yuhan remembers this fragrance, it is the fragrance of laundry detergent commonly used at home.

He quickly raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and turned his head away angrily, not looking at the person who came in from outside.

The pair of boots were fixed in front of him, and the owner of the boots did not move or make any sound, as if he was waiting for Zhu Yuhan to speak first.

After a long time, seeing that Zhu Yuhan had no intention of opening his mouth, the owner of the boots had no choice but to squat down resignedly, and stretched out his hand to gently grab Zhu Yuhan's red hand that had been stepped on by him.

Zhu Yuhan withdrew his hand and sneered.

Fu Huaiyu looked at him, frowning.

In fact, from the moment he entered the door, his heart was already hanging in the air. He knew that with Zhu Yuhan's temper, it was possible to put a sack on himself and beat him up, but Zhu Yuhan didn't lose his temper, and was surprisingly calm, so calm that Fu Huaiyu felt so He is very strange.

Fu Huaiyu took off the wireless headset, turned it off, and put it on a table.

"Does your hand still hurt?" He asked softly.

"Hey, slap me and give me a sweet date, you really know how to behave, you're a sociable genius." Zhu Yuhan jokingly said.

Looking at Zhu Yuhan's red and swollen right hand, Fu Huaiyu was really powerless to refute. He took out the ointment from his pocket and unscrewed the cap: "I'll help you apply the medicine."

"No, don't get your noble hands dirty." Zhu Yuhan rolled his eyes.

Fu Huaiyu didn't want to hear him continue to move past him with a gun and a stick, so he simply stretched out his hand to grab his hand, dragged it over by force, applied ointment, and kneaded it gently for him.

Zhu Yuhan struggled a few times, but Fu Huaiyu's hand was like a crab's claw firmly clamping himself, so he simply stopped struggling and let him go.

"You have to know that not one person is staring at you now, but everyone is staring at you. Your words and deeds represent the people's police, and our isolation of the masses has already aroused their strong dissatisfaction. If you If we do this again, we will completely lose our credibility, and the 10 people cannot be controlled by a few policemen."

Fu Huaiyu touched Zhu Yuhan's slightly trembling hand, put it on his face affectionately, and looked at him with eyes like a puppy begging for food from its master:

"I kiss you, they don't kiss you, so if I don't show up, other people will show up, so it's not just as simple as hurting a hand."

Seeing that Zhu Yuhan still didn't speak or pay attention to him, Fu Huaiyu moved closer and asked flatteringly: "So, can you forgive me, I really did this out of desperation and helplessness."

"Then you will step on my hand? Do you know how much it hurts people's self-esteem? Is my hand hurting? I am heart..." Zhu Yuhan paused, not wanting to continue.

Otherwise, I will cry again without disappointment.

"I know, I know everything, I'm sorry." Fu Huaiyu quickly apologized without saying a word, raised Zhu Yuhan's hand and kissed him, "I promise there will never be a next time."

The attitude of admitting mistakes is okay, but his behavior can already be included in the ranks of domestic violence. Zhu Yuhan forgot who said it. There are only zero or countless times of domestic violence.

So absolutely can't forgive him so easily, otherwise he won't have a long memory.

Seeing that Zhu Yuhan didn't speak and didn't know what he was thinking, Fu Huaiyu panicked, wishing he could kneel down and forget his arrogant nature completely.

"Don't be angry, at worst I'll let you step back."

Zhu Yuhan smiled, and pointed to his left hand which was still handcuffed to the chair: "Open it for me."

Upon hearing this, Fu Huaiyu immediately took out the key and opened the handcuffs for him.

Zhu Yuhan, who had freed his left hand, immediately stood up and stretched, rubbed his sore wrist, his eyes wandered, and he unconsciously glanced at Fu Huaiyu.

Just as Fu Huaiyu was about to say something to try to save him, he suddenly saw Zhu Yuhan and ran away.

"Where are you going!" He hurried to catch up, fearing that Zhu Yuhan would cause him any trouble again.

Zhu Yuhan took out the gas mask from his pocket and put it on: "Infected area."

"Are you crazy? Come back!"

Zhu Yuhan turned his head and made a face at him, but was horrified to find that Fu Huaiyu's legs and feet were too vigorous, so he chased after him.

"Tongsi's elder sister was not sent to the infected area. Just now, Lao Li went over and said that she was sent to a third-class hospital for treatment. You don't have to worry about her."

Zhu Yuhan continued to run forward without stopping, trying to distance himself from Fu Huaiyu: "Besides her, there is another important person I want to see."

"Who, is it your cousin?"

"My cousin is in the Northeast, could it be him." Zhu Yuhan smiled, "Of course he went to visit our family, Rongrong."

Fu Huaiyu stopped abruptly and stood still, like a helpless island in the middle of the sea. At that moment, Fu Huaiyu suddenly couldn't understand Zhu Yuhan.

Is he pretending to be stupid or really stupid——

The infected area was on the other side of the lake. Zhu Yuhan left the camp and drove straight to the infected area. On the road, he encountered patrolling police officers who interrogated him. Zhu Yuhan only said that he wanted to help the police station with some private matters.

The car flew all the way, passing through the long sandy field, driving the dust and sand, and heading straight to the infected area.

It has to be said that compared to the safe area, the infected area is like the scene of the end of the world. Although it is not as exaggerated as the corpses everywhere, the infected people lying everywhere are unrecognizable, with herpes or skin ulcers on their bodies. Gas masks can smell a strong rancid stench.

Several heavily armed doctors ran around the camp, injecting infected people with newly developed drugs and then recording their physical changes.

Seeing Zhu Yuhan, several police officers immediately stopped him: "What are you doing, I don't know this is an infected area? You are still trying to break in."

Zhu Yuhan took out his police ID: "I'm from the General Bureau of Criminal Investigation, come and find someone."

The policeman took the policeman's card and looked at it for a long time. He was sure that it was true, but he still asked half-believingly: "We all want to leave here, but you are lucky. You don't know if you are blessed."

Zhu Yuhan just smiled and didn't say much.

The police officer took out a pair of rubber gloves and handed them to him: "Put it on, go in and be careful."

Zhu Yuhan asked while putting on his gloves: "The one you sent here a few days ago is a forensic doctor from our Criminal Investigation Bureau. The one named Chu is tall and thin for nothing. What district is he in now?"

The police officer thought for a long time but couldn't figure out who it was, so he took the registration book and flipped through it page by page.

"Is Chu Rong right?" He pointed to one of the names.

Zhu Yuhan nodded.

"He's not here now."

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Yuhan felt dizzy as if he had been beaten with a sap stick. He quickly grabbed the policeman's clothes and asked anxiously, "Is he already dead?"

The police officer quickly rescued his clothes from Zhu Yuhan's hands, and hurriedly said: "He is not dead, he has developed a drug against infection viruses and applied for a patent. The patent was approved the day before yesterday, so he was released by scientific research. The hospital called it away, and it seems to have become an experimental subject."

"Use yourself as an experiment on the medicine you developed?" Zhu Yuhan opened his mouth wide in disbelief, like an idiot.

"Yes, if it works, it will be put into production in large quantities, and these people will be saved."

Zhu Yuhan stepped back slowly, took out his cell phone, and dialed Chu Rong's cell phone number, but it still rang for a long time but no one answered.

It's really crazy. Judging from the existing results given by the Academy of Sciences, if the infectious herpes is really due to the insect mutation caused by the stimulation of foreign insects by the drug ingredients, then each drug may further cause insect mutation , the worst outcome, and even hasten the death of the parasite.

Zhu Yuhan hurriedly got into the car and drove to the city.

There were no people on the street at three o'clock in the morning, and this area was isolated again, making it so depressing that it was unbearable to look at it again.

Not even a trace of anger could be felt.

Zhu Yuhan ran downstairs to Chu Rong's house. The elevator was out of service, so he ran up to the sixteenth floor in one go. He really climbed up the last few steps. As soon as he reached the door, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground. .

He raised his hand and knocked on the door of Chu Rong's house, but no one answered.

Sure enough, it is impossible to come back.

But Zhu Yuhan really didn't know what to think. He took out the key from his pocket, straightened the thinnest key ring, made a hook in front of his head, and poked it into the keyhole of Chu Rong's house. After groping for a long time, he found it. The lock hook, with a strong force, the door lock opened with a "click".

Zhu Yuhan struggled to get up from the ground, opened the door and rushed in.

In a pitch-black room, only the white curtains blown by the summer wind gently brushed against the window.

That's right, there is a point that has been lingering in his mind. Speaking of it, the phrase "anti-infective drug developed by Chu Rong" by the guard policeman reminded him of it.

On my birthday last year, Chu Rong came to visit me at my home. At that time, I accidentally missed a document. I opened it and looked at it, but I didn’t understand it. Later, I checked the string of letters and numbers on the Internet, but to no avail. Later, I forgot about it.

But now, there is something suspicious.

Thinking back carefully, the document he read at that time roughly wrote a sentence in the column of experiment results, consisting of several words such as herpes, insects, encephalitis, and failure.

But I really can't remember exactly how it was said.

If that drug is the new anti-infective drug developed by Chu Rong, then what about the herpes and insects that appear in the experimental results that are completely consistent with this infection.

Did Chu Rong discover the existence of this virus a long time ago, or...

Zhu Yuhan didn't dare to think about it. After all, the people are in dire straits and have caused a strong social panic. Once the responsibility is investigated, there will be a long chain of "taking the blame and resigning". As for the person in charge of the pharmaceutical company, the fine may be light. Going to spend the rest of his life in prison.

He walked into Chu Rong's room and opened his drawer, hoping to find some clues here.

But think about it the other way around, what are you looking for clues about?

I don't know, but it's the right thing to find.

The drawer on the right side of Chu Rong's desk is locked. Zhu Yuhan knows that it is very impolite to rummage through other people's rooms like this, but now he has no time to worry too much. He has something to prove urgently, and this is the key.

So he used the old method again, and opened the lock of the drawer. When he opened it, he saw an upside-down photo frame.

He had an impression of this photo frame. When Chu Rong had pneumonia and came to visit him last time, he wanted to take a look at it, but Chu Rong snatched it and put it in a drawer.

What made him so nervous.

Zhu Yuhan picked up the photo frame and turned it over.

The picture in the frame made him gasp.

It was a single photo, but the face had been scratched by the ballpoint pen. Only through the lower body and the job number plate of the man in the police uniform in the photo, Zhu Yuhan was sure that this person was himself.

He touched the photo with trembling hands, unexpectedly, Chu Rong hated him so much, he didn't even want to see his own face, the ballpoint pen scratched across the photo and even pierced through the photo, which shows the great effort.

But why?

Isn't it a friend who has a good relationship and once spent life and death together?

Zhu Yuhan put down the photo frame and supported the table with both hands, feeling as if someone had stuffed his head into a mess, and he couldn't sort it out no matter what, so he could only keep asking why.

Glancing out of the corner of the eye, I happened to see two black leather books in the drawer.

He swallowed, and slowly pulled out one of the notebooks.

Inside is the diary written by Chu Rong. Since the year before last, he has carefully recorded his mood every day, but this diary has not been written down until April this year.

April happened to be the time when the serial murders occurred at the Normal University.

Zhu Yuhan took out another notebook, opened it, and suddenly found that it was still a diary.

But the time recorded in this diary was intermittent at the beginning, and the time in the other diary occasionally overlapped, but after April, the diary began to keep daily records.

Zhu Yuhan compared the handwriting of the two diaries and was sure that they were all written by Chu Rong, but what is strange is that the narrative techniques and mood expressions of the two diaries are completely opposite, and in the diary that was first discovered , almost every diary ends with the same sentence:

"do not forget me."

do not forget me?

To whom is this sentence said?

Zhu Yuhan looked at the second diary again, turned to the last page, and found that there was such a sentence written in it:

"Some people restrain darkness, some people expose darkness, and some people are darkness themselves."

Every word is like a cluster of small flames, burning eyes.

Zhu Yuhan sat on the bed, opened the two diaries at the same time, and read them word by word, and found that sometimes the questions raised by Chu Rong in the first diary would be answered in the second diary.

It looked like two people were communicating through diaries.

If the two diaries were written by Chu Rong himself, would a normal person do such a thing?

The answer is obvious.

will not.

So in other words - Chu Rong, it's not normal.