Swallowing the Seas

The isolation door swung open, and the two bureau chiefs turned their heads at the same time, only to see Bu Chonghua walk into the office, put one hand in his trouser pocket, pull out the chair and sit down with the other, staring back and forth at the two of them:

"What is going on with the person you assigned to me, can you tell me now?"

Xu Zuxin looked at Song Ping with an obvious and very puzzled expression.

Song Ping lowered his head and pondered for a moment under the two piercing eyes, finally sighed, threw the stack of faxed documents in his hand on the table, and said, "Here, I just got it too."

Bu Chonghua picked up the document and looked at it, his eyes fixed—it was the old files and detention documents of the Jinkang District Detention Center.

Wu Yu was standing in the camera 13 years ago. His black hair was cut very short, his skin was very fair, and he was wearing a gray-blue prison uniform. He looked at Bu Chonghua calmly.

Most people describe the appearance of young boys as handsome, handsome, or energetic; but Nian Daxing uses the adjective "good-looking".

There is nothing wrong with this word. Whether it is the outline of the facial features or the details of the eyebrows, Wu Yu was born very clearly and standard, and even looked a little like a teenager.And at that time, he may have just left school, and he still looks a little quiet and bookish, with no traces of being tortured by the years at all. No matter who sees this photo at first, it will be easy for anyone to form an initial impression of being good-looking.

Therefore, the group of people surnamed Liu did not expect him to be so vicious, and it is understandable.

"——Jie Qianshan." Holding his reading glasses, Xu Ju slowly read out the name on the file, and said strangely: "'Only Jie Qianshan calls travelers, who knows that the body is a soul that has not returned'——this name is inverted Some cultures, but the omens are too bad, who gave this name?"

Song Ping looked at him helplessly: "Old Xu, why don't you let the police academy re-employ you after you retire, I think you are good at teaching Chinese."

"Where is there." Xu Ju was a little proud, and leaned closer to flip through a few pages of the file, and asked, "What's his real name?"

Song Ping said, "I don't know."

"do not know?"

Song Ping met the gazes of Xu Ju and Bu Chonghua, and spread his hands: "I checked the background of 'Xie Qianshan' just now, and found that he has a complete set of clear files: he was originally from the border of Yunnan and Yunnan, had a junior high school education, and has repeatedly Theft, drug smuggling, prison escape, absconding and smuggling into Myanmar, and then completely disappeared; this set of case records is true no matter which system is taken, even witnesses such as prison experience and Nian Daxing are all available, and no flaws can be found But if you look up the person 'Wu Yu'? You will find that Wu Yu is also real: a man who was born in Guangxi, went to school in Sichuan, and was assigned to Jinhai after graduation. After working for 13 years, the ordinary policeman who was admitted to the sub-bureau detachment with his grades at the end of the crane, his work history and file procedures are also complete. You can even find the records and receipts he left when he went to the police station at the police station, saying that the reporter was not satisfied. Complain to him that he has a bad attitude, and he will have nothing to do with it."

Director Xu: "..."

"So the two characters 'Xie Qianshan' and 'Wu Yu' have been carefully portrayed by the files. Who is the real person, you might as well ask him yourself."

Xu Ju pondered for a while, but was still not reconciled: "Then when the higher-ups transferred people over, they didn't even give you a chance?"

Director Xu's doubts are very reasonable, because even if he is sent out to perform a disguised investigation mission, 13 years is such a long time, it is enough to complete the mission, leave the post to declassify, and return to normal police work.Even if it has not been fully declassified due to some historical reasons, it will greet the leaders of the new post and disclose the good news, so that what should be taken care of and protected can be implemented in place, so that the meritorious policemen will not be left behind in the future. What made things difficult in your work and life.

But Wu Yu's identity was well protected, so well protected that even his immediate boss like Bu Chonghua didn't hear anything about it.This is obviously very inappropriate. If Bu Chonghua is a narrow-minded leader who likes to put on airs, then Wu Yu's silent and bullying character may have been punished 180 times.

"I have indeed heard of some, but I don't know much more than you." Song Ping paused, then said slowly: "From what I have heard, the Public Security Bureau of Yunnan Province applied for a Credit, and the ministry is already seriously discussing it—the national second-level hero model."

Xu Ju almost knocked over the teacup.

Second-level hero model, what kind of concept is that!

The third-class merit, second-class merit, and first-class merit for individuals in the public security system all have a fixed number, and the ratio should not be higher than 30%, [-]/[-], and [-]/[-] of the total number of police officers in service that year. There are many of them It's still a posthumous award-that is to say, if you really get the merits and can still have all your arms and legs, it's really one in a million, and strength, luck, and professional quality are indispensable.Bu Chonghua himself has a distant cousin, because he won the second-class meritorious service in the anti-drug operation, he became the acting leader at the age of [-], and he was also the real power of the sub-provincial city The unit, the criminal investigation will give half of the high allocation!

But such a powerful personal second-class merit cannot be compared with heroes and models: individual merits can be approved by the province, and there is room for discussion, but national heroes and models must be approved by the Ministry of Public Security in person.Moreover, the first-class merit and the second-class merit are just three selected from tens of millions of people every year, and there are only more than 1000 second-class heroes and models in the whole country, and a considerable part of them are posthumously awarded after they are gone!

A second-level hero model who can walk alive is no different from a golden phoenix egg, not to mention that Wu Yu is still so young, he has already booked the qualification to cover the national flag at the memorial service casually decades later, How many local public security chiefs' dreams have been fulfilled ahead of schedule!

——What kind of brilliant feat must this be to be able to declare such an honor?

Bu Chonghua suddenly remembered what Nian Daxing said just now: "Usually those people bully him and beat him until he vomits blood, but that kid just gritted his teeth and kept silent..."

"I beat him until he couldn't move anymore, and then dragged him out of the cell. The ground was covered in blood. I thought he was dead!..."

"So, how did the discussion end?" Xu Ju asked tremblingly, "Is it not approved?"

"Not approved," Song Ping hesitated for a moment, and said, "As for the specific reason why it was not approved, I am not quite sure."

Xu Ju quit, put his legs down, and stood up from the table: "You can't do this, Lao Song, you must know something inside, and you still hide it and refuse to tell me? Oh, don't tell me." I'll just let it go, and don't even tell your children?"

When Bu Chonghua came back to his senses, he spread his palms slightly, implying that it had nothing to do with him.

Song Ping was quite a headache: "Old Xu, what kind of firecrackers are you having with there..."

"When you gave me someone, you only said that it was for the elderly, and you didn't tell me that it was a 'special situation'." Xu Ju was also very wronged: "If the second-level hero model is approved, then what will happen?" Don't say, let me offer him as an ancestor; if he is not approved, then he is a hot potato. If you give me a hot potato, can you give me a vaccination? It would be too unkind Come on!"

——Although this is not pleasant to say, it is also very reasonable.Special feelings are not good people like some promotional videos. In fact, many special feelings have to find their way between light and shadow. It is common for one foot to be black and one foot to be white. There is no coming back.If Wu Yu really made meritorious deeds, but the honor cannot be approved, then the devil knows what he did to lead to the current situation.

Song Ping pondered for a while, and finally compromised under Xu Ju's accusatory eyes: "I didn't deliberately hide it from you, it's just that there is no evidence for this kind of thing, and I also found out from private inquiries when I received him... "

He paused, as if he was thinking about how to open his mouth, and then said: "Wu Yu, during the incubation period, there are many problems that cannot be explained clearly."

Can't explain?

Not only Xu Ju, but even Bu Chonghua were stunned.

"And after the celebration meeting, one of the heroes who was in charge of organizing the entire plan at the beginning was also the only upline who could communicate with Wu Yu one-way in those few years. Before submitting a detailed report to the Ministry of Public Security—"

Song Ping took a deep breath, and after a few seconds, he said slowly:

"He committed suicide by jumping off a building in the hospital."

·

"...Your one is online..."

"Who is your upline? Who have you sent the messages to?!"

"Say it or not!" The scolding became more and more clear in the noise, and the bloody whip brushed against his cheek with a whimper: "Beat me to death! Let's see if he says it or not!"

The basement was filled with a perennial rusty smell, which was caused by layers of black blood coagulated in the cracks of the heavy instruments of torture, decomposing after a long period of time.Every time the whip was raised, it threw out an arc of blood, along with the broken flesh, and slammed against the black and greasy brick wall.

But the strange thing is that Wu Yu didn't feel any pain this time.

His soul seemed to be pulled out of his body, floating quietly in the void, looking at the bloody and bloody scenes under his feet, just like it had been performed thousands of times in dreams, moving towards the predetermined ending of the tragedy.

"Damn! This piece is unlucky, but the bones are quite hard..."

"If you die, what should you do, brother?"

"What should we do now?"

……

As if knowing what was going to happen next, Wu Yu's pupils dilated silently.

The voices of people were heard, and then fell into a brief silence. He saw a syringe filled with turbid liquid appear in his sight, and was passed up by hands full of sin. of light.

"Give me a shot, and it's almost done," he heard a dark hoarse voice say, "or pry his mouth open..."

Wu Yu struggled, and the fear finally broke through the cage at that moment. The roar of the mountain and the tsunami flooded all consciousness, and the bone marrow of his whole body was submerged into the cold and dark deep sea——

"Or simply let him die completely."

no, do not want!

throw it away!don't want! ——

"...!!"

Wu Yu suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

The sun shines through the window and sprinkles on the snow-white bedding, and the walls around the ward are bright and clear.The infusion bag on the iron frame was dripping into the hose, and a bouquet of lilies was inserted in the glass bottle on the bedside table. The dew slid down the petals and dripped onto the table with a thud.

"Are you awake?" Lin Hao sat in the armchair by the window, stretched with a smile, and put the laptop on his lap, obviously he was still working just now, "—just wake up. The doctor said you It's fine, but I still think you should get a good night's sleep."

"..." Wu Yu stared at him for a long time, his voice hoarse and difficult: "Didn't you go back to Yundian?"

"The phone was silent halfway through the call, and I couldn't get through any more. What do you think I can do? I am also very desperate." Lin Hao closed the computer and put it at his feet. In the dark brown briefcase of the brand, he said with a smile: "I turned around and bought a plane ticket on the spot, and came to Jinhai in the middle of the night. Sure enough, fate made us meet again in the hospital. ——For this, I have to reject it today. After two meetings, I still don’t know how I will be scolded by the old man surnamed Feng when I go back.”

Wu Yu's hair was a little long, and it was messy when he woke up, covering his forehead in a mess.He was facing the window sideways, and the sunlight made his face paler than usual, and there was even a little reflection above the brow bone and around the corners of the eyes, which made the pupils dark.

As if he didn't hear Lin Hao's words at all, he repeated slowly: "Why are you back?"

Lin Hao was getting up to pour water for him, when he heard this, he paused.

A few seconds later, he put down the glass, looked back at Wu Yu, and sighed: "What do you think?"

"Obviously it may be that your signal is not good or something is urgent, but I was fidgeting with my mobile phone, so I could only fly all the way back to the airport in the middle of the night, fly to the hospital, ask for leave temporarily, and stay in bed all night-why did I come here? What do you think is the reason? Woolen cloth?"

The ward was abnormally quiet, the voices and footsteps outside the door, the noise on the road outside the window, and even the sound of their breathing towards each other suddenly became very obvious.

Wu Yu fell silent, sitting by the hospital bed with his elbows resting on his knees, his half-slung profile was reflected by the glass window, and his expression was not clear.

People who are born with an advantage in appearance are easy to get the affirmation of others since they were young, so they are usually more reserved, confident, and taller in stature and aura.Lin Hao has seen old photos of Wu Yu's college days, not to mention how high-spirited he is, just standing there looks like a young tree, even the poor pixel conditions of more than ten years ago can't stop the rushing High spirits.

Compared with the silent and restrained profile now, the photo is really different, it seems that a person has been distorted from the soul.

"...you almost woke up several times last night," Lin Hao suddenly changed the subject as if nothing had happened, as if the imminent interrogation had never happened.

Wu Yu didn't say a word.

"Every time the nurse comes over and turns off the light, you start to wake up, and I get up and turn on the light again. After repeating this three times, I had to go to the nurse's station to say hello and tell them not to be too enthusiastic to come over and turn off the light. After that, you finally I fell asleep until dawn."

"..."

"Let's eat something." Lin Hao took out his phone and asked casually, "What do you want to eat? Qingfeng steamed stuffed bun, vegetarian three delicacies, or cabbage and shiitake mushrooms?"

Wu Yu shook his head.

"Then have some porridge, there is a Chaoshan porridge shop nearby, and order some steamed fish?"

"allergy."

Lin Hao has a good temper. When he searched for a takeaway app, he couldn't be sure what his taste was: "Then why don't you ask the vegetarian restaurant to cook some refreshing dishes and make some soup..."

"Lin Hao," Wu Yu interrupted him hoarsely: "Go back."

Lin Hao's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at him from behind the phone.

The two of them didn't speak any more. After a while, Lin Hao finally took a deep breath, walked over and squatted beside the hospital bed, pressed his hand, and asked:

"Are you that disgusted with me?"

"Pay attention to disinfection, don't get wet, rest more, don't eat spicy and alcoholic food, no matter how busy you are next week, remember to come over and remove the stitches..."

In the director's office, the doctor was babbling and writing prescriptions. Bu Chonghua thanked him, put on his shirt, and asked, as if he suddenly remembered, "How is the new one from our detachment?"

Because of its close relationship with the Nancheng branch, the city's No. [-] hospital is very familiar with the doctors and policemen. Often, the doctors on this side have not raised their fists, and the criminal policemen on the other side have already descended from the sky. A very good cooperative relationship has been established.Bu Chonghua didn't even need to mention Wu Yu's name, the doctor naturally knew who was the new face in the detachment, and said with a smile, "The little brother named Wu?"

Bu Chonghua said in his heart that from the ID card, Wu Yu could no longer be called a "little" brother.But that boy's appearance really does not reveal his age. He can be in his early thirties or in his twenties. If the doctor didn't read the medical records carefully, he would be easily deceived by that face.

"It's not bad, it's been a good fight, the internal organs and tissues are fine, and you can be discharged from the hospital after recovery. ——The suspects sent by your director Wang are more miserable. One has a ruptured esophagus and one is broken. The ribs, and the one whose intestines were stabbed did not stabilize until this morning, causing the head nurse to work an extra night shift. Tsk tsk, I have greeted all eighteen generations of your ancestors."

Bu Chonghua was thoughtful, noncommittal, and Shaoqing suddenly asked: "Then how is the old injury of our team member recovering now?"

"Old injuries? Are you talking about the broken parts of the arms and legs?" The doctor didn't feel it. "It's good. After all, I'm young and I'm recovering well. I just need to pay more attention to keeping warm in the future, so as not to suffer when I get old."

"Apart from broken bones, nothing else in terms of internal organs and blood?"

"It's gone, the heart, lungs and spleen are functioning well, and there are no more problems except for mild anemia-don't worry, the people in your detachment are all VIP annual card customers of our hospital. Blood tests, urine tests, and filming are a set of fixed procedures, which is really not good. Don't worry, I'll arrange a brain CT and a colonoscopy gastroscope for him later, and he will explode with the chrysanthemum."

Bu Chonghua: "..."

Bu Chonghua frowned slightly. Just as he was about to ask more questions, the doctor smiled and said, "By the way, the man that your bureau came to nurse last night, is he married?"

"Who?"

"That policeman who came to accompany the bed." The doctor pouted in the direction of the nurse's station: "The new little nurse has taken a fancy to her, and the head nurse assigned us a mission to find out the news. It just so happens that you came here today, just in time..."

"We didn't send anyone to accompany the bed."

The doctor was taken aback: "Huh?"

The two looked at each other for half a second, and Bu Chonghua suddenly stood up: "What's the man's name? How old is he? Where is he now?"

The doctor stood up in a hurry: "He...he said his surname is Lin, I don't know if he is leaving now, hello—"

Before the doctor could speak, he had already opened the door and walked through the corridor with strides.

There were people coming and going in the inpatient department. Bu Chonghua rushed through the doors of the wards that were either half-opened or closed, and turned around at the end. He saw that the door of the ward with the number 358 on the farthest south was slightly opened. A vague human voice was floating out, as if Wu Yu said something briefly, and then a very deep and magnetic male voice came out, which seemed to be a little helpless, but also very strong:

"Are you so disgusted with me, Wu Yu?"

Bu Chonghua stopped the hand that was about to push the door, hesitated for a moment, and looked in through the gap in the door calmly.

Wu Yu faced him sideways, put his elbows on his knees, and sat on the edge of the hospital bed with his head depressed.He was wearing an old vest and big shorts that didn't fit well, and he stepped on the cold floor with bare feet, looking very sloppy; but the lines of his neck, back, legs, even ankles, and even the ten fingers that fell naturally Thin, graceful and smooth, it is the kind of smoothness that has been honed by profession and experience, which is completely different from the stretched muscles trained in the gym.

And the questioner was a young man in his early thirties, wearing a well-tailored light blue shirt, dark gray trousers, and soft-soled shoes, bent down in front of Wu Yu, the distance between the two was so close that they were almost touching, Although he couldn't see his face clearly because of his posture, he could vaguely hear the strong sense of oppression in his tone:

"I thought that after Zhang Boming jumped off the building, the only person you resented was dead. Why do you still resist us to such an extent?"

"I want to help you, Wu Yu, I thought you could feel this."

Wu Yu's plain expression did not fluctuate: "I have repeated it to you many times, Lin Hao, the death surnamed Zhang has nothing to do with me. After I saw him in the hospital that day, I went straight back to the ward. When I heard the news that he jumped off the building..."

He paused suddenly, and turned to the concealed door:

"—Who is there, come out!"

It is impossible for a normal person to be so sensitive, Lin Hao and Bu Chonghua both inside and outside the door changed their expressions at the same time.

Lin Hao got up abruptly, his face sinking like water, and while concealedly stretching his hands to his lower back, he leaned against the wall and walked towards the door of the ward.