Swallowing the Seas

"I know Bureau Xu, thank you for nothing, and I'll trouble you...Professor Zhang and Team Wu are in a relatively stable mood. I will appease you in time, and I will contact you later if you have something to do."

Jiang Ting hung up the phone, waved his hand to signal the hesitant waiter not far away not to refill the water, then turned and pushed open the door of the private room.

This is a high-end tea room, with very high privacy and confidentiality. Once the thick door is closed, all movement outside is cut off.The two people who almost made a commotion at the entrance of the sub-bureau just now sat at opposite ends of the wooden table, Zhang Zhixing stared at Wu Yu, his eyes were full of bewilderment, nervousness and disbelief; Wu Yu lowered his head under his stare , completely unable to see the slightest expression under the thick eyelashes.

The Pu'er tea in front of him didn't move at all, his coat was draped over his tight shoulders, and his hands in black leather gloves were folded on his thighs. Under the indifferent winter sky outside the window, he looked like a cold statue immersed in dark blue shadows stone statue.

The tea room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard, Jiang Ting pondered for a moment, pulled the chair on the other side of the small square table and sat down, refilled a cup of tea and handed it to Zhang Zhixing: "Professor."

The teacup collided with the table with a soft ding, Zhang Zhixing seemed to be awakened, and finally stared at Wu Yu and squeezed out a few words: "You went to see Zhang Boming the day he jumped off the building, didn't you?"

Wu Yu's side cheek twitched.

"Why did you go to him? What did you say to him? What happened that day?!"

"..."

Wu Yu didn't say a word, Jiang Ting coughed, and his tone was very gentle: "—Professor, don't worry. No matter what he said to the investigation team, the investigation team must have an explanation for the family members. You can get it here. What's the situation like?"

After all, Jiang Ting was the one who turned the situation around last week in Gongzhou City, and his handling of this situation was much better than Wu Yu's.Zhang Zhixing's eyes suddenly turned to Jiang Ting, cloudy or cloudy in his cloudy eyes, and he seemed to be struggling fiercely in his heart on which side he was on. After a long time, he said hoarsely: "They won't tell me anything, only that Zhang Boming is because The 'painter' died of his injuries, he was not rescued, and he jumped off the building under the strong suicidal tendencies of the survivors."

The suicide tendency of the survivors is a kind of post-traumatic stress syndrome. In reality, there are indeed many cases of suicide because of this, but Zhang Boming clearly knows that the painter is not dead, so this reason is obviously that the investigation team is perfunctory his father.

"...I don't believe it," Zhang Zhixing held the teacup tightly with one hand, as if he could barely restrain his emotions with this movement: "So I found out that Xie Xing had been to my son's ward that day after I inquired about it in private. he……"

"Who told you?" Jiang Ting interrupted suddenly.

Zhang Zhixing hesitated for a moment before saying, "Yes...it's Lin Hao."

—— Lin Hao.

Jiang Ting glanced at Wu Yu, only to see Wu Yu's eyebrows twitch slightly in the shadow.

"...So Lin Hao also went to see Zhang Boming that day?" Jiang Ting frowned and turned to Zhang Zhixing and asked.

Zhang Zhixing said: "Yes, Lin Hao went to my son to sign some documents for the disbandment of the special situation team after the operation. He saw that Zhang Boming was depressed at the time, so he asked what happened. Zhang Boming said that Xie Xing had just come to the ward, half an hour ago. just left..."

"Xie Xing came to see you alone?" Lin Hao pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the hospital bed, and said in surprise, "This is really a rare visitor, even Feng Ting went to visit him, but he was rejected. ——He has recovered enough to walk alone ?"

The single ward of Yunnan Provincial Hospital has thick curtains, and the hospital's unique smell of medicine floats in the air.A figure sat on the edge of the bed, bent down and buried his face in his palm, without any movement for a long time, casting a frozen shadow on the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Hao felt something was wrong: "Are you okay? Just now did you—"

Zhang Boming's hoarse voice came from his palm: "...do you think he hates me?"

"Xie Xing? Hate you?"

Lin Hao's first reaction was to suspect that he had heard it wrong, but then a cold surprise came to his mind: "There is no reason, where did you say that?"

Zhang Boming laughed indistinctly, the ending was full of helpless sadness, like rough gravel rubbing a fleshy wound, and finally raised his bloodshot eyes after a while.

"Do you know Lin Hao? I have never regretted it like this, I have never been like this... I know how hypocritical and incompetent I am."

Lin Hao looked at him in surprise.

"If only I had never seen him back then." Zhang Boming looked at the dust slowly suspended in the air, and his voice was soft as if he was dreaming: "If I never appeared at that time and place at that time, if he You've never met me... just fine."

The steam rising from the teacup dissipated into the air, Jiang Ting looked away, thought for a moment and asked, "Is that all?"

Zhang Zhixing nodded with difficulty, and every inch his neck bone moved made an old and rusty creaking sound: "That's all, Lin Hao said that Zhang Boming changed the topic afterwards, and he didn't dare to ask any more questions. The experience of narrowly dying at the age of [-] has created resentment toward my son who brought him into this business."

Speaking of this, Zhang Zhixing turned his gaze to Wu Yu, and Jiang Ting interrupted with another cough: "What about after that?"

"...After that?" Zhang Zhixing smiled wryly, "After that, he said that my son's mood quickly stabilized, and he took the initiative to ask for some documents to be processed, and Lin Hao left the ward in about four or ten minutes. I happened to be carrying dinner to the hospital at that time. Visited and had a face-to-face meeting with Lin Hao, he said that he had to go back to the office quickly to complete the signed documents by Zhang Boming, so we didn’t talk much.”

Wu Yu didn't move at all, but the fingers resting on his thighs trembled slightly. Only Jiang Ting caught a glimpse of this detail out of the corner of his eye.

But there was no reaction on his face, and he still asked Zhang Zhixing: "When you saw Zhang Boming, was he in a normal mood?"

"Generally everything is normal. I stayed there for about 10 minutes." Zhang Zhixing lowered his head and took a deep breath, choked up: "He said he was a little sleepy after taking the medicine prescribed by the nurse, and wanted to sleep and wake up before eating... So I put down my dinner and left. I didn't expect that just an hour and a half later... just an hour and a half later..."

Wanting to sleep and wake up before eating, this doesn't look like a person who will commit suicide in an hour and a half - but the question is whether Zhang Boming will tell the truth to his father at that time, which is indeed open to question.

Jiang Ting leaned back gently on the back of the rosewood chair, pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "I don't know much about this Police Officer Lin...but what he revealed to you sounds like he is hiding something. It seems that there is little content."

"——Lin Hao told the investigation team more things." At this time, Wu Yu opened his mouth without warning, fixedly looking at the delicate texture of the black rosewood tabletop, not knowing whether these words were aimed at Jiang Ting or To Zhang Zhixing: "Lin Hao told Feng Ting that I have a lot of resentment towards Zhang Boming. I may be suspected of verbally forcing Zhang Boming to commit suicide and apologize, and may even have the motive of committing a crime of passion. Feng Ting suggested that Lin Hao not to make such baseless Tell the investigation team what I said, or wait for me to pass the psychological evaluation and confirm my mental recovery, but Lin Hao did not listen to his opinion."

Not only Zhang Zhixing, but even Jiang Ting was taken aback, only to see Wu Yu's lower lip curled up without a smile.

"Later, the higher authorities set up an investigation team for the case of Zhang Boming jumping off the building, but because of the high level of confidentiality we were hospitalized at the time, there was no surveillance on the three floors below the top floor of the hospital. No one could reproduce the scene at that time, even those who witnessed the scene accurately Doctors and nurses can’t be found, so in this case, investigators can only rely on their own judgment. Lin Hao was the first person to suggest to the investigation team that I might be involved in killing Zhang Boming with passion.”

Zhang Zhixing didn't expect this to happen at all, and he said in amazement: "That's not what he told me..."

"I didn't kill your son." Wu Yu stood up and looked down at Zhang Zhixing: "I did go to him that day, but I told the investigation team everything I needed to say. Lin Hao's accusations against me were so serious. , The investigation team's interrogation is infinitely stronger than yours now, if I really have ghosts in my heart, I won't be standing here at all now."

Zhang Zhixing stared at him with wide eyes: "You..."

"I agree with Zhang Boming's self-evaluation of hypocrisy and incompetence, and I wish I had never met him. If I said that I never wanted him to die in those ten years, it would be a lie, but I didn't do this after I came back alive. idea."

Wu Yu took a breath, and suppressed the slight trembling of the ending, even though no one could hear it:

"Death debts have been eliminated, and what Zhang Boming owed me has been paid off."

The wooden chair scraped sharply on the ground, Wu Yu turned and walked out of the tea room.

Zhang Zhixing got up abruptly: "Wait! Come back and explain clearly, please clarify—" Then Jiang Ting held him down.

"You can't find anything if you ask him now. I'll contact you later." Jiang Ting pushed the distraught Zhang Zhixing back to his seat, and quickly chased him out the door.

It was getting dark on the street outside the teahouse, and the horns of traffic in the evening rush hour kept coming and going.Standing under the bare tree trunk by the sidewalk, Wu Yu took out a cigarette with trembling hands, and was going to touch the lighter when suddenly a cluster of flames lit up beside him - it was Jiang Ting.

"...Lin Hao lied to the investigation team." Wu Yu forced his head back and let out a mouthful of pale white smoke, and said hoarsely, "The last person Zhang Boming saw before he died was not his father, but Lin Hao."

Jiang Ting had already expected it, but what he wanted to know was: "Why did everyone get scammed and you didn't find out?"

"Time difference."

"what?"

"Lin Hao told the investigation team that he only looked for Zhang Boming once, and I saw it only once, but at the time when the information was severely limited, I couldn't find a fatal difference-I saw Lin Hao When Xin entered Zhang Boming's ward, his father had already delivered dinner and left, that is to say, it was actually the second time."

Jiang Ting said sensitively, "Did you see that?"

"Yes." Wu Yu paused, and said word by word through his teeth: "What happened the afternoon of Zhang Boming's suicide... was more complicated than anyone thought."

"...don't say it, please...don't say it..."

In the ward of Yunnan Provincial Hospital, Zhang Boming knelt on the ground trembling, his nails digging at the ground, his hands trembling violently due to excessive force, blue veins winding all the way up his neck along his arms, his face was in pain.

"I didn't expect that I could come back alive, I didn't expect that I could be rescued and woke up, right? Look at your face," Wu Yu knelt down on one knee, raised the face with twisted and convulsed features, and held it next to his ear He said softly word by word: "When I sent you a distress signal and you ignored it, where was this face? When I gave up the life of the undercover agent in order to catch Hodgson, where was this face? You still have face Alive? Still have the face to stand on the same high platform as me to get the medal?"

"If it wasn't for you, none of this 12 years would have happened, no one would have died, and no one would have been publicly sacrificed. If only I had never met you."

"—You really disgust me, Zhang Boming, more disgusting than sharks."

The sound of the wind swept across the world like a rising tide, Zhang Boming looked at Wu Yu desperately, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but trembled and closed it again.

Wu Yu stood up, looked at him coldly, and showed an undisguised, mocking smile for a while:

"I am waiting."

Zhang Boming stretched out his hand suddenly, but Wu Yu had already turned around and walked out of the ward without looking back, and slammed the door——

boom!

The door of the ward was closed heavily, Wu Yu's whole body was drained of strength, and along the closed door, she slid inch by inch to the ground, buried her face in her palm, and only let out a hoarse and inflected cry after a long time.

The ward was empty and dark, and the top floor of the hospital had been emptied, and there were no patients except himself, and no one could hear the heart-piercing cry that contained joy, despair, sadness and venting.I don't know how long the surrounding finally quieted down. He knelt on the cold ground, as if his soul had come out of his body with the last bit of strength, and he could only stare blankly at the air, not far away. The mirror in the bathroom not far away showed him in a state of distress. figure.

...I'm too ugly, he thought.

This look is really ugly.

He struggled to stand up, staggered into the bathroom, took off his clothes and turned on the water.The shower flowed from the top of the head through the closed eyes, and the warm water flowed down the neck and chest, and flowed through the scarred body; he just stood motionless and naked in the water, like a fetus returning to the womb at the beginning of life. ground, for a long time, thereby isolating the whole world beyond the water.

——I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a slight click from outside amid the sound of rushing water.

Someone opened the door and walked in.

Maybe it's a doctor, or a nurse who makes rounds, maybe Zhang Boming.Wu Yu no longer has any interest in reacting to the outside world. He completes what he is going to do next step by step, turns off the water, dries his hair, and examines himself in the mirror with critical eyes; I took out the clippers provided by the hospital from the drawer, and carefully and meticulously pushed away the long hair during this period, revealing the unhealed forehead, slender black eyebrows, and cold, black and white eyes.

The light from the bathroom shone on his thin and straight body, and countless old and new scars formed interlaced shadows, like a perfect ivory statue polished by years.

Wu Yu lowered his eyes, changed into clean clothes, and put on his shoes.At this moment, he suddenly heard extremely slight, almost imperceptible footsteps from the outside, this time walking from the side of the hospital bed to the door, and after about two seconds, the door opened and closed again——

It was the person who came into his ward just now, and he left.

This is not normal.

It may be that the hot bath just now made Wu Yu feel a little bit of reality from the state of his soul leaving his body, and instinctively felt some kind of strangeness.He turned around and pushed open the bathroom door to look around, but didn't find anything missing or missing in the ward, then he turned the doorknob silently and looked outside, only to see a certain figure flashing at the end of the corridor.

It was Lin Hao, still holding half a piece of paper in his hand.

What does he come to do?

Wu Yu only hesitated for half a second. The suspicion that came from nowhere made his heart move, and he followed behind silently, like a shadow in the corner without making any sound.Lin Hao didn't notice the stalking behind him, so he went downstairs and turned the corner. Wu Yu was hiding in the corner of the corridor, and he stopped in front of Zhang Boming's ward and knocked on the door.

Wu Yu's pupils tightened unconsciously.

In the next second, the door of the ward opened from the inside, and Zhang Boming's hoarse and inflected voice came: "You..."

Lin Hao lifted the half piece of paper in his hand, Zhang Boming's voice stopped abruptly.

The air seemed to be frozen, and Wu Yu couldn't see the scene inside the door from Wu Yu's perspective, and a sudden unreasonable shock came to his heart——

That half piece of paper was found in his ward?

What's on it?

"..." After a few seconds as long as a century, Zhang Boming's voice finally sounded again, this time a lot calmer: "Come in and talk."

Lin Hao nodded and walked into the room. Wu Yu's pupils dilated with astonishment reflected the door that closed with a click.

"Come in and talk" - these four words were the last time Wu Yu heard Zhang Boming's voice.

An hour later, that is, at six o'clock in the afternoon that day, Zhang Boming jumped from the top floor of the hospital and tragically ended his life.