Swallowing the Seas

Not far away, the speedboat didn't seem to move at all, floating slightly with the waves, reflected in Bu Chonghua's calm eyes.

"...the rumor." He pondered for a moment without knowing the meaning, and then asked: "What rumor?"

The muzzle of the gun was firmly against the back of his head. If the trigger was pulled at this distance, it would be deceiving to see his whole body shaking and bleeding at the corners of his mouth, and then falling gracefully to the ground in a beautiful and slow posture. The real situation is that half of his head can be blasted off Half of the facial features are gone, and only a blood gourd with an open gourd is left on the neck.

Shark's question finally came from behind: "I heard that when the painter first entered your Public Security Bureau, he was your little brother for a long time?"

Bu Chonghua paused for half a second before saying, "Yes."

"I seldom kill people in my life, but nine out of ten people I kill are stupid." The shark's voice was very serious, without any joking meaning: "Have you noticed this? People with bad eyesight have brains It won't be good either, and cooperating with stupid people will get you into huge trouble. So in order to avoid any trouble you will cause me in the future..."

With a click, the bullet was loaded, and the shark raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry, captain of the infantry."

He was about to make a gesture to pull the trigger, when Bu Chonghua suddenly sneered:

"—Is the daily interest between us so overwhelming to you?"

"what?"

The shark froze for a moment, and Bu Chonghua suddenly turned around to grab the handle, and with a bang, the bullet went off, and the handle of the gun came out of his hand, and he grabbed it; the shark reacted very quickly, but before it had time to counter it, Bu Chonghua Immediately, he grabbed his arm and twisted it back twice, kneeling on the ground with a plop on one knee, and then his temple was firmly pressed against the muzzle of the gun!

"What are you doing!" "Put down the gun!"

The two bodyguards stepped forward in horror. Not far away, there were several clicks and sounds. Suddenly, twenty or thirty people flashed out from behind the mound tens of meters away. Rows of black holes pointed their muzzles at Bu Chonghua at the same time. !

"—Don't move!" "Put down the gun!"

The situation was on the verge of breaking out, but Bu Chonghua tapped the gun heavily with his middle finger, and the magazine fell off the ground, and he kicked it away. Then he let go of the shark, threw the gun away, and raised his hands.

"Just kidding." He smiled slightly, "Wu Yu and I... No, sometimes we play like this with the painter."

Shark stood up rubbing his sore elbows, waved his hand to signal the bodyguard to put away the gun, and frowned, "What do you mean?"

The men hiding in the dark retreated one after another, and the tense scene just now eased a little.Bu Chonghua took off the inconspicuous ring on the index finger of his left hand, and flicked his thumb: "That's what it means."

The shark raised his hand to grab the ring, glanced at it, and then fixed his gaze on the poorly drawn stick figure fish in the inner circle that looked like it was carved by hand.

"Do you want more evidence? But I guess you probably don't want to hear it." Bu Chonghua teased unabashedly: "Sorry, Mr. Shark, I didn't expect you to be this kind of... um... so People who emphasize and care about the social status of their opponents. From a psychological point of view, this should be a manifestation of excessive self-awareness and strong unwillingness to fail."

The shark's gaze remained fixed for a long time, and after a long while, he said coldly, "No, I just don't want to believe it."

"Don't want to believe that the painter enjoys the ordinary life of ordinary people?"

"..."

The shark didn't answer, and didn't even have any intention of ignoring it, and finally threw the ring back to him, and took the gun that his subordinates picked up from afar.

"You won, and I accepted your gift and proposal." He said with a rather gloomy expression, "I hope to have a happy cooperation from now on."

Having said that, this international drug lord didn't have the slightest intention of being happy. If it was said that he pulled the trigger in a gesture just now, it was only half true and half false, now it is at least eighty-nine points true.

But Bu Chonghua didn't take it seriously, and nodded with a smile, as if he was quite relaxed and happy, then turned and walked towards the speedboat on the beach.

The door of the jeep behind him was finally pushed open with a click, and Qin Chuan jumped out of the car, feeling very helpless: "I thought you had already decided before you came that you would never trust Bu, let alone cooperate with him, no matter how sweet his words were. boss?"

The shark asked: "What do you think the painter saw in him?"

Qin Chuan thought for a while, and regretfully said: "I don't know about this. My position has always been that the majority of single women are close friends, and a ruthless person like a painter should not want to come to me for a long talk."

Shark shook his head.

"Hey," Qin Chuan suddenly remembered something: "By the way, how do you know that the ring was carved by the artist himself?"

"Of course I know," Shark said coldly.

"—what are you carving?"

The off-road vehicle roared on the mountain road, and the dense rainforest on both sides scraped the window and retreated.The shark in the spacious back seat leaned forward, and saw the young man in the co-driver with a bluetooth microphone pinned to his left ear and an M9 pistol on his waist. Only half of his snow-white and handsome face was exposed under the sunglasses, holding a knife in his hand and an apple, but didn't eat it, carved something in the bumps of the vehicle, and when I fixed my eyes, I saw a lifelike human face.

"Isn't this yourself?"

The young man laughed: "It's just boring and refreshing."

A long and rough ride requires constant vigilance, but it's easy to get sleepy.On a whim, the shark asked casually: "The knife is good, can you carve one for me?"

Unexpectedly, the atmosphere in the car changed as soon as these words came out, the bodyguard team leader beside the drug lord hesitated to speak: "Mr. Phillip, this..."

Not only is this not very good, it is a taboo thing for people to look at the face of this drug lord who has been wanted for a long time in the world so closely, and then sculpt it in their hearts - not to mention that the security personnel will stop it. Young people who act cautiously and are almost perfect will definitely not agree.

The young man turned his head to look at the shark. At such a close distance, the shark could see a hint of playfulness in those black and white eyes.After a while, the smile deepened slightly in his eyes, and he turned the apple to the other side which was intact, and carved something quickly with three knives and two knives. He cut off the half of the apple and raised his voice: "Does it look like it?"

The head of the bodyguard was stunned.

I saw a vivid big fish carved on the plump skin of half an apple, and the big teeth carved on the upper and lower rows were exceptionally sharp and clear, exuding a sweet and fruity aroma—it was a cartoon great white shark!

"I'm sorry Mr. Phillip, I didn't mean to offend you..."

The shark laughed loudly, took the half of the apple without hesitation and took a bite: "Like, this is the most vicious shark I've ever seen!"

The young man also nodded with a smile, cut the other half of the apple engraved with himself into several pieces, and wrapped it in a piece of paper. His thick eyelashes with a three-pointed smile were reflected in the rearview mirror.

……

"They told me that when Bu Chonghua fled from Jinhai, the painter followed behind for hundreds of kilometers. I didn't quite believe it at the time. I thought that the only person who would chase Bu Chonghua in his life was me. So when this Bu Chonghua When he repeatedly invited me to meet him, I still agreed, thinking that as soon as I found out that this man was lying, I would simply kill him and throw him into the sea to feed the fish..."

"I didn't expect this to be true," Shark said solemnly, "My brave, cunning opponent who lives on the altar with a heart of stone will even have a day of chasing after ordinary people and feel sad. "

Qin Chuan looked concerned: "That's right, love is such a blinding thing, I completely understand your feelings. So what are you going to do now, boss, kill this kid?"

"Kill him?" the shark repeated, feeling absurd. "No, how can I kill my new friend?"

Qin Chuan raised the corners of his eyebrows and made a polite and puzzled expression.

Shark took out a cigar and lit it slowly, squinted his eyes and looked at the direction where the speedboat was gradually disappearing on the sea surface. After a long time, he put the cigar to his mouth and took a deep breath. The drug business is booming, so in terms of his charm, is it enough to lure the painter to my side?"

·

Bang!

There was a dull movement from the drain pipe, Jiang Ting knelt on the ground, looked in with one cheek on the ground, and said loudly: "No! Come down!"

Outside the high iron bar window of the warehouse, Wu Yu slid down the drain pipe to the ground, stepped on the soil covered with withered yellow grass leaves, walked around to the front door, passed a dusty corridor with a flashlight, and walked into this familiar dark warehouse , Jiang Ting was standing up from the drainpipe, and patted the dust on the survey gloves.

"It is indeed rusted to death." He said, "There should be no possibility of the murderer using the drain pipe to transport murder weapons or materials into the secret room, but just to be cautious, we can ask the technical detective to remove the water pipe for a decomposition inspection."

Wu Yu said briefly, "Go."

"It's Team Wu!" Several surveyors behind him immediately responded and rushed out to get tools.

The warehouse that once trapped them for three days and three nights still maintains its original appearance. When entering the gate, there is a small open space of about [-] square meters. On the wall opposite to the main entrance, there is an iron bar window nailed by wooden bars. , beside the red and rusty drainpipe by the window, there is still a small figure drawn in chalk, with a red current survey triangle beside it, which is the corpse trace left by three-year-old Tao Ze.

There are several rows of rusted iron frames on both sides of the open space, and there is another larger chalk figure deep in the dark corner, maintaining a frozen posture after death, but the blood has dried up.

That is Peng Wan.

The wind rolled into the room from nowhere, like a cold breath on the back of Wu Yu's neck, like the girl crying resentfully.

"Song Ping is right. It is true that every brick joint and every inch of the ground is sealed with concrete, and there are no traps or secret doors. There is no room for entry and exit except for the only iron door in the warehouse. However, the iron door outside the iron door There is no doubt about the lock or the solid wood bolt that was broken by the door breaker." Jiang Ting had already taken off his coat, and with the cuffs of his gray sweater on his arm, he hooked his hand at Wu Yu: "Give me a drink."

Wu Yu handed him the half-drinked mineral water bottle, and Jiang Ting drank the other half before wiping the corners of his mouth with his wrist: "Did you find anything outside?"

Wu Yu shook his head. He was wearing a shirt, but the back was already sticking to his back with sweat, showing his thin waist line: "No, the wall is solid and sealed on all sides."

"Is there any inconsistency in the corner cement?"

What Jiang Ting meant was to ask if it was possible for the kidnappers to tear down half of the wall to come in while they were unconscious, and then go out and seal the wall with bricks and cement after killing Peng Wan. There will be subtle differences in the cement color between the brick surface and the old brick surface, which is enough evidence to reverse the case.

But Wu Yu said, "No. I've seen it."

Jiang Ting nodded, stepped forward to take off his survey gloves, and patted Wu Yu's hair: "You haven't looked well recently. Are you okay?"

"..." Wu Yu said in a low voice, "It's okay."

Having said that, he has lost a lot of weight lately, eats very little, and when he is quiet, he eats a lot.Once, Associate Professor Jiang personally chopped fresh shrimp, saury, and made small wontons and brought them to the hospital, but he couldn't eat them after eating a few. But it tastes like chewing wax, and even eating has become a burden that has to be done in order to survive.

Food sex also.When a person loses all interest in food and sex, living becomes a mechanical movement purely for one goal, and there is no other fun besides that goal, as quiet and indifferent as a boundless wilderness.

"Many traces of the scene have been removed, let's go back to the car and look at the file." Wu Yu rubbed his face to refresh himself, and said, "Perhaps there are some things that I didn't notice in the first-hand photos taken during the survey. details."

Jiang Ting couldn't persuade him, so he nodded and said nothing.

"Actually, there are two details about Peng Wan's death that I can't figure out," Jiang Ting opened the window a little on the way back, and said loudly while driving in the wind, "but it's not strong enough to give the special case team as doubtful points in the case file."

Wu Yu was sitting on the co-pilot, with a heavy brown paper bag on his lap, looking through the criminal photos one by one: "What details?"

Jiang Ting said: "First, Peng Wan hugged her child and curled up on the ground under the drainpipe, but she died in the corner of the warehouse. In that corner, why?"

"I've thought about it, but there's no evidence of drinking water, tools, mechanisms, abnormal lights or sounds near that corner. The current opinion of the task force is that she might want to move around." Wu Yu shook her head and said nothing about this. Far-fetched explanations make more comments, asking: "What about the second one?"

"The second detail is why the murderer used a knife. Given that there are rocks on the ground at the scene, if I were the murderer and I wanted to set the blame, the best way would obviously be to knock her head off with two or three blows of the rock. , and no matter whether you throw or take away the blood-stained stone to the corpse, it is very convenient and there is no doubt, but using a knife will cause a lot of doubts in the case—where did this knife come from? Why is there no step on the handle? Chonghua or your fingerprints? Of course, the police can barely guess that you wrapped your hands in clothes when you assassinated Peng Wan, but how can you explain that there is no blood on the clothes? More importantly, there are four people in a secret room, and it is necessary to wrap them in clothes. Are you doing so much with your hands?"

Wu Yu nodded and remained silent.

"So the murderer assassinated Peng Wan in the corner of the secret room, and used the dagger as the murder weapon. These two points are an indispensable part of the murder process." Jiang paused and said, "But I can't figure out why this Both points are so important to the murderer."

"I can't figure it out either." Wu Yu leaned back on the back of the chair, frowned and said, "Blunt weapons such as stones and wooden sticks often require more determination and strength than using cold weapons to kill people, and occasionally require more effort." The murderous passion. Could it be that the murderer's physical strength and determination are not enough? I don't think so."

Big G was driving through the street, Jiang Ting suddenly caught a glimpse of something in the side view mirror, his eyebrows twitched slightly, he turned on the lights, parked the car on the side of the road and turned off the engine, and said, "I'm going to buy something."

"buy what?"

Jiang Ting didn't answer, just waved his hand, got out of the car and hurried away.

Wu Yu looked back from the side-view mirror, and saw that he was wrapped in a coat and walked quickly across the street, heading straight to a park in the middle of the street opposite. Although he didn't know why, he didn't investigate further, and he didn't get out of the car. He continued to look at the photos of the scene. Suddenly, I saw something in a corner of the pile of photos, and looked carefully at the light from the car window for a moment, only to see a small black shadow at the junction of the iron door side wall and the ground.

It was a dead mouse.

Wu Yu didn't pay attention at first, flipped through two more photos, and stopped suddenly.

mouse.

—How did the mouse die there?

The noise from the street outside the car came faintly through the window, but Wu Yu didn't notice it. He stared at the photo in his hand, his pupils gradually dilated, as if an invisible hand seized all his consciousness, covering the eyes of his eyes. The scene suddenly dragged back to the secret room at that time——

"What are you doing? Don't come here! Don't touch my child!"

"I caught a mouse. I just fed Wu Yu some blood. Let the child drink some, or he won't last that long..."

"Don't touch him! Don't come! Go away!"

"What are you doing? Rats won't kill him, but dehydration will!"

"You take it! Go away! Go away!!!—"

The child woke up from his stupor and burst into loud screams.Bu Chonghua was staggered a few steps by the woman, suddenly realized something was wrong, fixed his eyes on the child in Peng Wan's arms, and stretched out his hand: "Wait, why is he..."

"No!! You go away! Don't touch him!!"

Peng Wan, who exploded, was protecting the child with one hand and desperately waving and scratching with the other. His screams and reprimands rang through the entire warehouse along with the child's crying.Wu Yu curled up uncomfortable on the dusty ground, his internal organs seemed to be scorched by flames, his chaotic brain couldn't understand what happened, so he could only instinctively make a weak voice: "...Bu...Bu Chonghua... ..."

The surroundings fell silent for a moment, and after an unknown amount of time, familiar footsteps sounded again. Bu Chonghua picked him up, kissed his cold cheek exhaustedly, and murmured hoarsely: "It's okay, it's okay, soon!" It'll be fine..."

Peng Wan's panting and the child's sobbing still sounded intermittently not far away, Wu Yu leaned on Bu Chonghua's arms in a daze, with one hand on his arm, and vaguely felt a trace of viscous liquid.

That is blood.

It was the blood that Peng Wan scratched Bu Chonghua's arm with a fingernail when he was struggling and resisting the child frantically.

……

The big G door opened, and Jiang Ting got into the car with an ice cream cone, without raising his head, he said, "I heard from Yan Yan that you like ice cream, I bought it for you, eat it."

Wu Yu didn't think about why he went to buy ice cream in winter, but the inside of the car was very warm, he subconsciously took it and sucked off the part that was about to melt and drip, and said, "I know why Peng Wan's fingernails are found to be heavy. Hua's DNA, they did have a dispute in the secret room, but I can't figure out why that child... what's wrong with you?"

I saw Jiang Ting paused in mid-air, just looking at him steadfastly.

"..." Wu Yu asked, "What happened?"

Jiang Ting buried his face in the palm of his hand, rubbed his face vigorously after two seconds and raised his head, with a complicated and depressed expression, finally turned his head and asked in a low voice, "How does the ginger ice cream ball I specially want taste like?"

Wu Yu immediately understood what he meant.

There was a heavy silence in the carriage. After an unknown amount of time, Wu Yu finally said softly: "I didn't mean to hide it from you, but it won't help if I just said it. It's nothing to worry about..."

"When did you find out?" Jiang Ting interrupted him.

"Not two days after Bu Chonghua left, you said that the hospital patient's meal was too salty. At first I thought it was because the infusion was too long and I was not used to eating. Later, I asked the doctor and checked some information on the Internet. I'm sure it should be the sequela left by the skull base hemorrhage..."

Wu Yu rubbed the center of his brows with his knuckles, unable to see his expression clearly, he exhaled almost inaudibly after a long time.

"I have no sense of taste."