what's in the depths

"First of all, I don't know where your false news came from. Gao Yongmin did not die, but was in temporary shock. After being sent to the hospital in time for treatment, I just received news from the hospital that Gao Yongmin was out of danger and has now been transferred to the hospital. Intensive care unit, if you don’t believe me, I will try my best to provide the hospital’s diagnosis report.”

Facing aggressive reporters, Fu Huaiyu has always been calm.

He represents justice and the rule of law, and he is also the most liar.

"Then, what do you want to say about Luo Ziyi's death due to the police's ineffective handling of the case?"

Fu Huaiyu's eyes turned cold.

He looked down at the crowd, and the corners of his mouth curled up:

"For Luo Ziyi's death, I express my deep sorrow and self-blame, but Luo Ziyi's death is not only due to the police's ineffective handling of the case, but also the endless stalking and competition by the unscrupulous media." As he said, he looked at Among them was a reporter from a newspaper that he was all too familiar with.

"If I remember correctly, when Ms. Luo Hui paid the ransom for the second time, she ostentatiously followed two satellite vehicles. I warned everyone that this kind of behavior would interfere with the police's plan and turn the dominant power into the criminal's side. Your newspaper is Do you remember what you said?"

The reporter was speechless.

Indeed, when the police pretended to be friends of Luo Hui and Luo Hui went to the ransom delivery site together, two satellite cars followed closely behind. At that time, Fu Huaiyu got out of the car and told them to leave in a cold voice.

At the time, I didn't know how to compare myself, so I nodded and said that if the other newspaper didn't leave, I wouldn't leave.

Indeed, the cause of Luo Ziyi's death was mainly due to the inhuman murder of the murderer, but was he not responsible?

Everyone is scrambling to grab a share, but forget.

This is a soup made of human blood and pain.

It's too ugly to eat.

The reporter was silent for a long time, then suddenly tore off the other speaker from his collar, threw it on the ground and crushed it.

"Every time Ms. Luo Hui goes to the appointed place to pay the ransom, there are always reporters ambushing, and our police only provided clues to the Central Bureau. So, where did you smell the corruption and rushed here? As for, it was the Central Recorder who broke his job and broke the news to everyone." Fu Huaiyu smiled pervertedly.

"You know, the price of desire under the control of money is a few innocent lives." The corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes were not smiling at all.

The reporter was speechless and slowly put down the microphone.

After a long silence, he turned around and waved to the camera behind him:

"knock off."

After the reporters dispersed, Fu Huaiyu turned around and walked into the office hall without staying too long.

Several team members came forward to greet him: "Boss, the news of Gao Yumin's death is now hot on the Internet."

"Can you control other people's mouths? No." After finishing speaking, Fu Huaiyu walked away with his head held high.

Sitting in his office, he looked at the computer and attributed the cause of Luo Ziyi's death and the responsibility for not arresting the suspect to the incompetent police.

Fu Huaiyu leaned on the back, listening to the ticking of the wall clock.

Xue Yuan knocked on the door and came in, presenting the information:

"This is Gao Yumin's death certification report from the hospital, please have a look."

Fu Huaiyu straightened up and looked at this capable young man.

"Let it go."

Xue Yuan nodded, put the report away, and turned to leave, but Fu Huaiyu called to stop him.

Fu Huaiyu opened the drawer, took out a check and handed it over:

"Considering that you have performed well since you joined the police, and your mother is sick and needs high medical expenses, I applied for a subsidy from my superiors for you, plus my own savings, here is 50, take it first .”

Xue Yuan froze for a moment, looked at the check, and then at Fu Huaiyu.

But Fu Huaiyu just picked up the death report and looked through it, and said: "It's better not to take ill-gotten wealth."

After a long time, Xue Yuan finally took the check with trembling hands, and then bowed deeply to Fu Huaiyu.

No one is born a criminal, just because of circumstances and not being properly guided.

At the moment of committing the crime, the criminal may also be expecting someone to redeem him.

However, no one paid attention to him, let alone cared about him. Only when the tragedy happened, would it be recorded in the criminal file and someone would conduct research on their psychology.

Internet trolls have begun to occupy major social software for "fair hosting". They curse the people's police and their superiors for their incompetence, but forget that the root cause is not here.

"I will also take notes, and the police are here?"

"Using taxpayers' money to work for tigers is the only way to yell at the people. There are so many people who can't be caught. I'm really not afraid to die laughing when I say it. See how beautiful they are."

"You do what you want, anyway, I can't do things like eating plain rice."

"It is an immutable truth that the police will not come until the matter is resolved."

Zhu Yuhan flipped through the hot comments on the Luo Ziyi kidnapping case one by one. The more he read, the more irritable he became. He simply threw the phone away, pulled the blanket over his head and sulked.

Chu Rong took off his mask, walked out of the studio, and threw a stack of autopsy reports:

"The results came out. The two doctors in the plastic surgery clinic confirmed that they died on the same day as the headless female corpse, and there were open wounds on both sides of the heads of the three corpses, which were caused by external forces. They should have been brutally abused by criminals during their lifetime. Now the deceased Once the identity is confirmed, the family members can be notified to claim it.”

Zhu Yuhan got up and lit a cigarette. He took the three autopsy reports and compared them repeatedly. He didn't pay attention, and the ash fell on the ground.

Chu Rong hurriedly wiped it with a paper towel, and complained: "You can have a snack, other people will smoke second-hand smoke with you."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong." Zhu Yuhan apologized repeatedly, and quickly stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Chu Rong does not smoke, this ashtray is purely for himself.

Suddenly, he found that besides the brand he used to smoke in the ashtray, there was another one he hadn't seen before. He went to check it, and it was still a foreign cigarette.

"You also learned to smoke?"

Chu Rong looked at the ashtray and thought for a moment: "Don't make trouble, I'm a forensic doctor. The police often come to my place, maybe they smoked it."

Zhu Yuhan nodded and did not continue to ask questions.

"How's your wound, lift up the collar and let me see."

Zhu Yuhan lifted his collar, and there was an obvious scratch on it.

"A little more, and your life will be gone." Chu Rong gently broke Zhu Yuhan's neck to check the scratches on the glass that were accidentally hit by bullets due to the gunfight between the police and bandits that day.

"You must never tell Fu Huaiyu." Zhu Yuhan grinned while covering the painful wound.

"I dare not say, if he finds out, he will be heartbroken to death, and maybe he will have to find out the person who shot the bullet and beat him up." Chu Rong smiled, took the potion and applied it to Zhu Yuhan.

"It's not such an exaggeration. He doesn't care about my life or death. He's just afraid of taking responsibility."

After the potion was finished, Zhu Yuhan pulled up his collar and gently moved his sore shoulders.

Chu Rong looked at him and laughed lowly: "I don't think so, the police station has spread the news, and it is said that you knelt down for you afterwards?"

"Why are these people like gossips? Don't listen to their nonsense. It's a temporary weakness caused by a long period of mental tension and sudden relaxation."

Chu Rong sighed jokingly, and shook his head: "Low EQ, there is no hope."

Zhu Yuhan hesitated for a while, then said slowly: "Actually, I don't want him to know about this, and there is another important reason." He paused.

"I learned from Xiaoliu that they will pretend to be Gao Yongmin and enter the ICU tomorrow night, waiting for another suspect to show up."

Chu Rong narrowed his eyes: "So you mean, you still want to get involved?"

"Do you know how to use words? I am concerned about the common people. How can I be meddling? Now because of the emergence of gun-wielding thugs, people are panicking. Many schools and companies have put on holidays, and no one can be caught. Believe it or not , the higher-ups have to find a scapegoat to appease public anger."

"Don't give money to yourself. Hundreds of criminal policemen are not as good as you, Zhu Yuhan? Just be honest and don't cause trouble for others." Chu Rong got up: "Don't talk, I have to seal up those corpses Deal with it, order takeaway if you're hungry."

In fact, Zhu Yuhan had been a police officer for ten years and had never seen any murder case, but this time Luo Ziyi's case really touched his bottom line.

So, no matter what, he wanted to arrest these murderers with his own hands to show justice.

The moon is shining brightly, and it is rare to see such a beautiful night scene in the city.

While Chu Rong was taking a nap, Zhu Yuhan put on his coat, sealed Chu Rong's scalpel, and hid it in his bosom, quietly going out under the moonlight.

Many policemen ambushed at the entrance of the hospital, and there were many familiar faces. Those people were taken aback when they saw Zhu Yuhan, but they didn't dare to go over to stop them, for fear of scaring the snake.

One of the policemen stretched out his hand and made a gesture to his teammate who was standing at the entrance of the inpatient department pretending to visit relatives and friends, and then pointed at Zhu Yuhan, which meant to inform the boss that this troublemaker was coming again.

The policeman who received the message saw it, and hurriedly hid in the bathroom and turned on the headset of the walkie-talkie:

"Boss, Captain Zhu is here."

Fu Huaiyu, who was lying in the ICU disguised as Gao Yongmin, almost crushed the walkie-talkie in his hand when he heard it.

But not now.

He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths before he managed to calm down.

The clock on the wall pointed to twelve, and the earth fell into a deep silence.

There was only the sound of the wind weeping in a low voice, as if expressing deep condolences for the dead.

Urgent footsteps sounded in the corridor. A man wearing a peaked cap looked around and hurriedly came to the outside of Gao Yumin's ward, looked around furtively, then gently opened the door and walked into the ward.

Fu Huaiyu was lying on the hospital bed, and a team member's report came from the earphone:

"Boss, the suspect may have appeared. He is a man wearing a peaked cap and overalls, with a strange look on his way to the ward."

Fu Huaiyu quietly pressed the button of the signal transmitter with his hand hidden in the quilt, indicating that the ambush criminal police can wait behind the door now.

Vaguely, I heard that person had already walked to his bedside, fumbling with his hands in his pockets.

Fu Huaiyu tore off the quilt and got out of bed.

When the man saw it, he was shocked and quickly pulled out his gun and shot at Fu Huaiyu.

Only because of the excessive recoil force, the bullet fired was slightly deviated, and it hit the cabinet next to Fu Huaiyu.

While the man was reloading, Fu Huaiyu raised his leg and pressed his knee against the man's abdomen. The painful man subconsciously bent down, and Fu Huaiyu twisted his arm and folded it behind him, and then quickly knocked out the gun in his hand.

The police officers who had been waiting outside the door rushed in and quickly surrounded the man, aiming at him with more than a dozen guns.

The lights in the corridor suddenly turned on, and Fu Huaiyu cut the suspect's hands behind his back and handcuffed him.

Zhu Yuhan was calling teammate Xiao Liu: "Didn't you say it was the second ward, I pushed the door in and the doctor who was rounding the ward scolded me."

"Group Leader Fu is talking about the No. [-] ward, my conscience, I really didn't fool you."

After thinking about it, Fu Huaiyu has always been rigorous, so he would just go out and talk about this kind of thing?

It turned out that he had already expected that he would not give up, so he deliberately told Xiao Liu a false news.

Zhu Yuhan was so angry that the wound was aching, he cursed in a low voice, and then he heard a commotion upstairs.

Zhu Yuhan hurried up to check the situation, and saw a group of policemen escorting a man downstairs, followed by Fu Huaiyu with a frosty face.

Fu Huaiyu ignored him, bypassed and went straight downstairs.

As soon as he went out, the reporters who were chatting rushed forward.

Flashing lights and alarm lights complement each other, illuminating the entire inpatient department.

Many patients opened the windows and stuck their heads out, applauding vigorously.

Escort the suspect into the police car and rush to the police station.

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Chu Rong was falling asleep when he was woken up by a phone call. On the other end was Fu Huaiyu's cold and arrogant voice, telling him to come to the police station to extract the suspect's DNA and compare it with the penis in the severed finger.

Chu Rong rubbed his sleepy eyes, dressed and went out. When he came to the hall, he saw that the person who was supposed to be sleeping on the sofa disappeared at some point.

He stared at the sofa for a long time, took out a cigarette from his coat pocket, lit it, and plunged into the night.

At three o'clock in the morning, a dim chandelier in the interrogation room reflected the suspect's abnormally swollen face.