Swallowing the Seas

"The blood pressure of the injured is 80/40mmHg, and it is still falling!"

"Immediately prepare for surgery and notify the blood room to prepare blood!"

"Nurse! Nurse! Two suction devices are not enough, add another one!!"

……

A nurse ran ahead to open the way, and the medical staff behind them pushed the iron wheels of the ambulance and rushed into the already wide-open operating room, and then the red light for rescue was turned on.The doctor on duty, whose hair was already drenched with sweat, took off his mask and asked, "The two are the family members of the two injured, right?"

Several criminal police officers from the Nancheng Detachment stood in the corridor outside the operating room, and Yan Maojiang stopped by the door, their faces were extremely ugly under the pale light.

"Bu Chonghua suffered liver contusion, multiple lacerations to multiple organs in the abdominal cavity, and intra-abdominal bleeding, requiring immediate surgery." The doctor pulled out a written statement and handed it to Yan Yan, and then turned to Jiang Ting: "The injured Wu Yu, the situation is more complicated. Families need to be mentally prepared.”

Jiang Ting remained motionless, and only after a few seconds did he utter two words: "...you say it."

"The injured suffered a skull base fracture in the car accident, and the fracture port cut through the skull base of the artery, which should have caused massive intracranial hemorrhage immediately, but the bleeding point was blocked by a blood clot in time, so it miraculously persisted for several days. But unfortunately, a few days later, because the blood clot began to dissolve and the injured person moved without authorization, the blood vessel ruptured again, forming bleeding. When he was sent to the hospital, the bleeding from the mouth and nose had reached nearly 2000 milliliters. If it was half an hour later, it might not even be possible to rescue him in time. gone."

The doctor paused, and also took out another letter of knowledge and handed it to Jiang Ting: "We have established a blood transfusion channel for the injured, and we are going to try to insert a catheter in the femoral vein of the injured to see if we can successfully embolize the ruptured carotid artery. .But because it has been delayed for more than 72 hours, the success rate of the operation is not very high. I hope the family members are ready and fully cooperate."

Jiang Ting held the paper tightly with his fingers, and the paper was even caught in a few creases, but his voice remained strong and steady: "Everything is up to the doctor."

The doctor on duty nodded, didn't have the energy to say more, turned around and rushed back to the operating room.

"Ju Song!" "Ju Song is here!"

Song Ping didn't have time to take the elevator, so he ran up the corridor by himself. The vice president of the first hospital was walking beside him and explaining something in a low voice. Tie Qing nodded and said, "Understood, please do your best to rescue."

Then, without looking at the policemen around him, he strode forward directly, stood in front of Yan Xie and Jiang Ting, opened his mouth as if he didn't know how to organize his words, and finally exhaled a hot breath, and said succinctly:

"Peng Wan's body was found at the scene, it was a homicide."

The air froze suddenly.

"Her son also died, but because of severe collapse and lack of water, it was announced that the rescue was invalid five minutes ago."

The surroundings were silent for a moment, and no one could believe their ears. After a long while, Yan Yan uttered three words stiffly: "...Who did it?"

who did it.

Song Ping shook his head, and the corner of his mouth seemed to raise a curve full of bitterness and sarcasm, but he was so exhausted that he didn't even have any strength, so he looked directly into the eyes of the two of them for a long time, and forced out an extremely ugly smile: "You better do it first." Clear one thing."

"Bu Chonghua, Wu Yu, Peng Wan, and Tao Ze were imprisoned in a long-abandoned warehouse in the waste industrial container distribution center in the port area. The kidnappers put an iron lock on the outside of the warehouse door, while the four hostages locked the inside of the door. The latch. That is to say, during the 72 hours of captivity, the kidnappers could not enter and the hostages could not get out. Dozens of technical detectives at the scene carefully inspected and determined that no tunnel or hidden door could be found.”

"The murder scene was a double secret room inside and outside, and the person who killed her was the person in the secret room."

"...Impossible," Yan Yan said tremblingly, "Impossible, they have no motive, why would they do this?"

Song Ping said hoarsely: "They have."

He took out a small evidence bag from his pocket, Yan Yan took it over, and saw that there was a piece of paper patched together by the technical detective in the bag, and two lines of red letters on the paper were faintly discernible: "This—— —”

"This was found in Bu Chonghua's trouser pocket. It is presumed to be the kidnapper's order. There are only Bu Chonghua's and Wu Yu's fingerprints on the note."

Yan Mao's expression was blank, and he looked at Jiang Ting, meeting Jiang Ting's equally blank face.

"It must be 'one person kills the other' before 'you can all go out'. That is to say, suicide is not acceptable, and death from collapse is not acceptable. The purpose of the kidnappers is to force the prisoner to commit murder." Song Ping said in a deep voice. Said: "I don't want to believe that either of them killed someone, but that's the truth. The forensic doctor determined that Peng Wan died of homicide, and a dagger pierced her heart."

"..."

In extreme desperation, in a desperate situation where you have completely lost the last hope of being rescued, if you were Bu Chonghua, and the opposite was the daughter of a big drug lord who slaughtered your family, what would you do?

Even if you have an absolute sense of justice, precise self-control, and mechanical love and hatred, you would rather die than break the principles and beliefs in your heart; but what if your lover is bleeding to death in your arms?

Are the principles still so indestructible?

Is justice still so black and white?

"...I don't believe that there are absolute secret rooms in this world." Jiang Ting suddenly opened his mouth, his voice panting and decisive: "How many secret rooms have finally been proved to be murder tricks, traps, tunnels, door locks, blindfolds... some It is true that no one can enter or leave the secret room, but the murder weapon can, as long as you search carefully, you can always find a flaw!"

"Then tell me where the flaw is?" Song Ping asked back: "Dozens of technical detectives searched the entire warehouse, touched every inch of the brick, and the only thing that can communicate with the outside world is the drainpipe. It is [-] centimeters long and [-] centimeters wide, and even an adult mouse can't get through it, so how did the kidnappers use this drainpipe to insert a knife into Peng Wan's chest cavity?"

Jiang Ting raised his voice in a rare way: "I request to personally investigate the murder scene!"

"No, okay! You are a relative or friend of the suspect! Now I'm telling you the facts of the case are considered violations!"

"So if it proves that Wu Yu is not suspected of murder, then I don't have to avoid the case?"

Song Ping roared: "How do you prove that Wu Yu is not suspected of murder?!"

The surrounding air was suddenly dead silent.

Yes, both of them are undergoing emergency surgery, and Wu Yu's life and death have not yet been determined; if the technical detective can't conjure a surveillance camera out of thin air from the sealed room inside and outside to restore the incident, then the only way is to catch the kidnapper can go.

But where to catch the kidnappers?

One cloud after another, this bloody and bizarre kidnapping and secret room murder case, will the police really clear it up one day?

With a ding sound, the elevator at the end of the corridor opened, the round Xu Ju staggered out, his face was pale and sweaty, he waved away the hands who came to help him in a hurry, stumbled to Song Ping, grabbed his hand, squeezed out two Word: "Old Song."

"What?" Seeing that the situation was wrong, Song Ping immediately supported his crumbling body: "Did the fingerprints of the murder weapon come out?"

Xu Ju shook his head.

"Could it be that a secret passage was discovered at the scene?!"

Xu Ju shook his head again.

"What's going on?!" Song Ping was about to roar.

Xu Ju stared blankly but couldn't speak. After panting for a while, he approached Song Ping's ear. Although his trembling voice was extremely low, he could hear it all around:

"...Wang Jiuling detected Bu Chonghua's blood from Peng Wan's teeth and nails."

"The last person who struggled against her before she died...was Bu Chonghua."

Outside the window, thunder and thunder exploded into the sky, reflecting the faces of all the people who changed color at the same time.

It was the last downpour of late summer.

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The strong wind came from far away, rolled up the fallen leaves on the side of the street, blew past the changing traffic lights at high places, drowned the crowds of cars and people, rushed to the sky wrapped in the breath of a huge city, and disappeared under the cloudy and unpredictable sky. .

There was one autumn rain, and another.

The summer skirts in the city center window were replaced with autumn clothes, the sanitation workers swept away the dead leaves on the sidewalk, and the old people doing morning exercises in the park put on cardigans and trousers.

The temperature is getting cooler day by day.

The taxi stopped at the gate of the city's No. 28 hospital, and the driver snapped down the meter: "[-] yuan, thank you! Alipay or WeChat?"

Song Ping, who was wearing a hat and a mask in the back seat, handed over two banknotes, signaling that he didn't need to change them. He stumbled out of the car and walked across the road to the building of the inpatient department.

At this moment, someone behind him quickly caught up and raised his voice, "Ju Song!"

Song Ping turned his head when he heard the sound, his brows tightened under the brim of his hat, and he suddenly saw that it was Lin Hao.

The single ward on the top floor is quiet, and the corridors are bright.The elevator door opened slowly, Song Ping walked out first, and said calmly: "As expected of someone who works in network security, your nose is quite sharp."

"I also heard that Wu Yu woke up from a coma last night, and the infantry team finally woke up this morning, so I came to take a look." Lin Hao followed behind him, smiling, "But it's not as good as Song Ju— —I heard that Director Song has been going to the hospital to guard the infantry team every day since half a month ago, this frequency is even lower than that of his cousin in the infantry team, what a loving father.”

The two of them stepped on the empty corridor, and Song Ping didn't turn his head back: "You are overthinking. The reason Yan Xie can't come is because the city bureau issued a prohibition order. Only me and the old men of the city committee can come to the hospital in person. Inquiring about Bu Chonghua's waking up, among them, I came three or five times more than others."

Lin Hao smiled, and changed the topic as if nothing had happened: "But the fate in this world is really a coincidence."

"how?"

"I heard that the Bu Detachment's operation was very successful, but they just couldn't wake up. Until last week when the doctor said that Wu Yu's condition was improving, the Bu Detachment also suddenly announced that he was out of danger; Wu Yu was completely awake last night, so the Bu Detachment also woke up this morning. Then I woke up." Lin Hao blinked his eyes, as if he felt quite interesting: "Probably because the Bu Detachment could somehow sense Wu Yu's state from two floors away, and the legendary telepathy is nothing more than that."

The two walked to the door of the ward, Song Ping suddenly stopped, looked back at Lin Hao, and looked him up and down.

Lin Hao asked politely, "You—?"

Song Ping asked: "How long have you known Wu Yu?"

Lin Hao didn't know why he suddenly asked this: "It's been ten years."

"Some people have been together for ten years, and their heads are as old as new; some people are as old as before when they meet." Song Ping patted him on the shoulder and smiled leisurely: "That's why there are four words like heart and soul in the world, understand right?"

Lin Hao: "..."

Song Ping pushed open the door of the ward and walked in.

Yang Chengdong was guarding the hospital bed with his men, when he saw the door was pushed open, he immediately stood up: "Ju Song!"

"how is the situation?"

On the hospital bed, Bu Chonghua was lying heavily in the quilt, the infusion bag was dripping water into the vein of his arm, and the instrument showed a steady heartbeat.His eyes were closed and his face was calm. Apart from being a little pale, he was much better than before. In contrast, Yang Chengdong looked haggard: "Report to Bureau Song, I woke up again in the morning, and I can already speak. That is to say, I have to breathe three times, and I still insist on calling me Zhang Xiaoli. It sounds like I am scolding me. The doctor gave me some medicine and said that I would sleep for four hours after eating. I will see if I can get out of bed when I wake up. Activity—I figured it was time to wake up at this time, and I was going to call someone."

Bureau Song said: "Don't shout, I have already greeted the Discipline Inspection Commission of the Municipal Party Committee. You Bureau Hou will arrive later with those old men. You should go out first and prepare to meet them."

Yang Chengdong was eager to go out and smoke a cigarette: "Yes!"

A group of people were ordered to leave, the door of the ward was closed, and the silence was restored.Song Ping slowly sat beside the hospital bed, moved the chair closer, looked at Bu Chonghua's calm face on the snow-white pillow, and murmured after a long while: "...he was so honest when he was a child."

Lin Hao stood by the side with his hands down, silent.

"When he was ten years old, we just went to the north together. At that time, it was not so much that I adopted him, but it was better to say that a big bachelor led a small bachelor to live together, and each other learned to comfort and heal each other for a long time. At that time, there was no such fashionable term as stress syndrome. We all felt that we were sick, but we didn't know where the disease was. Having a child was the hope of my life."

Song Ping lowered his head and sighed deeply.

"Until I met Xiujuan later, with Huihui and Xiaoyuan, I still felt that he was like my eldest son. I once thought that what was left in the future should be divided equally among the three of them, even though he might not need it, even though His grandfather and mother have left him a lot... But I never thought that the fate in this world is so short, and the separation is always so easy, it is too late for people to prepare."

Lin Hao glanced at Bu Chonghua's sleeping face, then looked at Song Ping, and said with a slight smile, "Is this why you've been sitting in front of the hospital bed every day for half a month to talk about this?"

Song Ping turned his head to meet his gaze, and asked, "Otherwise?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Lin Hao smiled and said, "I just think that you have said that as if you have confirmed that Peng Wan was killed by the Bu Detachment, which makes people feel really uncomfortable."

Song Ping smiled lightly, and said meaningfully: "If it wasn't Bu Chonghua who killed the murderer, I'm afraid someone would feel bad about it, right?"

Suddenly, Lin Hao's expression changed subtly, but it was only in the blink of an eye.Hearing the bed creak twice, Bu Chonghua slowly opened his eyes, and moved his arms in a trance:

"Song..."

"You finally woke up? Don't move around!" Song Ping got up and pressed his hand, and immediately pressed the nurse's bell: "Lie down well, how do you feel?"

Bu Chonghua closed his eyes, opened them again after a short while, his vision was slightly clearer, took two sips of water from Song Ping's hand, let out a long breath, sat up and leaned on the hospital bed as if enduring dizziness head, looking blankly at the ward:

"I am..."

"This is the No. [-] hospital in the city. Do you remember what happened? The car accident, the secret room, Peng Wan and her son, more than a month has passed, do you know?"

——Peng Wan.

Bu Chonghua didn't react at first when he heard these two words, but after a few seconds, his pupils constricted suddenly as if being pricked by a needle: "...Peng...Wan..."

Song Ping asked eagerly: "Do you still remember what happened? Who transferred you to the abandoned warehouse after the car accident? Did you see the kidnapper's face?"

"I……"

"What happened in the secret room? Has anyone ever entered? Has Peng Wan had any contact with the kidnappers?"

"..."

Bu Chonghua supported his forehead in pain, and inserted his fingers deeply into his hair, as if countless images were bursting out from the depths of his mind like a blowout.Lin Hao narrowed his eyes suspiciously. At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open by the doctor and nurse on duty, and a group of people rushed in at the same time: "Are you awake?" "How do you feel?" move!"

The interrogation situation was suddenly broken, Song Ping wanted to push Bu Chonghua back to the hospital bed for examination, but at this moment, he was blocked by a hand stretched out from the side with a sudden "pop!" Focus on Bu Chonghua: "Bu Detachment, Peng Wan is dead."

Bu Chonghua stopped suddenly.

But Lin Hao didn't give him time to react, let alone Song Ping's leeway to stop him. The next question, which was more direct, had already been answered: "Who killed her, Wu Yu or you?!"

Song Ping said angrily, "Lin Fang!"

The nurses in the room didn't dare to move, only Bu Chonghua couldn't help panting, staring at the air in front of him.The second hand of the wall clock only moved a few frames, but the time was astonishingly long. Finally, he raised his head, but no one looked at him:

"...Where's Wu Yu?"

Song Ping's throat twitched: "...in the downstairs ward, he is out of danger."

In full view of everyone, Bu Chonghua nodded, and pressed the back of his head against the wall with all his strength, as if he had finally made a decision that could not be turned back with this action. After a long while, he finally uttered a hoarse and calm voice: "I want to see again he."

"Let me look at him again, and I'll tell you the answer."

Song Ping closed his eyes silently.

Wu Yu was sleeping in the intensive care unit, his body was covered with tubes, his complexion was far inferior to Bu Chonghua's, his cheeks were so pale and thin that he even lost his shape a bit.

Only the smooth curve and the silently flashing green light on the bedside instrument can show that he has passed the dangerous period safely.

"The doctor said that the recovery is not bad, but you can't do strenuous exercise within half a year, and there may be some sequelae. What exactly will be observed later." Jiang Ting stood by the hospital bed, holding a thermos cup in his hand , with a vaguely tired look in his eyes: "Fortunately, the mobility has not been affected for a long time. After a few days of sleep, I should be able to get out of bed and walk around."

Bu Chonghua sat in the chair beside the hospital bed, holding Wu Yu's hand, and looked at him without blinking.

"The first thing I said when I woke up last night was to ask the Bu detachment team about you. I said you are fine and have been discharged from the hospital. I don't know if he understood." Jiang Ting glanced back at Song Ping and Lin Hao inexplicably, Then he turned to Bu Chonghua: "If he knows that you came to see him today, he should be very happy."

Bu Chonghua said softly, "Thank you, Professor Jiang."

"It's better to save these two words of thank you until the end of the song." Jiang Ting picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair, and said, "Then I'll go out first, and you two can talk slowly."

But Bu Chonghua said flatly: "No, I won't delay for long."

Jiang Ting was about to let Song Ju and Lin Hao go out naturally, when he heard this, his footsteps stopped.I saw Bu Chonghua standing up, propping one elbow on the side of the pillow, and carefully smoothing Wu Yu's messy and soft black hair with the other hand, fingertips from his full forehead, closed eyebrows, straight and narrow nose bridge and The lips moved inch by inch, as if to use this movement to imprint the face in front of him forever in the depths of his soul, always bright and clear, and never dusty with the passage of time.

"...Do you still remember that night downstairs in the detachment, you asked me why I never smoked?" He asked in a low voice for a long while, unexpectedly soft and tender: "I'm sorry, before I met you, I also thought that I had never smoked in my life. There will be no day of regret."

Wu Yu's face was calm, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

Bu Chonghua's forehead was pressed against his cold forehead, and the light from the window on the other side of the hospital bed outlined their silhouettes facing each other.The ward was silent, and after an unknown amount of time, Bu Chonghua finally saw Bu Chonghua's sharp Adam's apple rolling up and down, and closed his eyes.

"From now on, I really have to take care of myself," he said.

Jiang Ting's eyes widened uncontrollably, and he glanced at Song Ping suddenly, but he saw Song Ping force himself to turn his face away little by little, his hands clenched into fists by his side, his fingers didn't get into the flesh of his palm——

At this time, Bu Chonghua straightened up, took one last look at Wu Yu, and turned to them with a flat smile:

"I killed Peng Wan."

—he actually said it.

He just said it!

Jiang Ting was shocked, Song Ju's face was pale, but it was Lin Hao who reacted the fastest.The air in the ward froze for only a moment, and the next moment Song Ping had just started, but was stopped by Lin Hao, with a stern and merciless voice: "Ju Song stay!"

"you……"

"From now on, you are the family member of the suspect, you must avoid this case, and send Bu Chonghua out of Jinhai to be examined by the Ministry of Public Security!"