Swallowing the Seas

Dong dong, the falsely hidden door was knocked twice, and then Bu Chonghua pushed it away.

Lin Hao's footsteps froze.

Wu Yu frowned: "It's you?"

"Come over here to change the medicine, let's take a look." Bu Chonghua nodded, Quan Dang simply greeted him, and turned to Lin Hao calmly: "Is this your friend?"

Before Wu Yu opened his mouth, Lin Hao had already quickly returned to normal. At some point, the hand that was stretched to the back of the waist also stretched out with a smile, and the two shook hands briefly but firmly: "You are the infantry team. My surname is Lin, and I work in the Public Security Bureau of Yunnan Province. I was an intern at the same place as Wu Yu before, and this time I happened to pass by Jinhai on a business trip, so I came to have a look.”

These words are frank and clear, and the voice is very gentle, which makes it easy for people to feel good.

"That's really a coincidence." Bu Chonghua was also very polite: "Officer Lin, right? He turned out to be an expert from the provincial department. I'm sorry."

"Don't dare, I'm just a staff member who makes a living, how dare I call him an expert in front of the infantry detachment."

"Are you..."

"Ah," Lin Hao said with a smile, "I work in information technology in an office, and I can't compare with your criminal investigators. I'm ashamed."

— Internet Police?

The concept of Internet police is actually quite large, and the division of labor is also very complicated. Network security protection, criminal investigation, network monitoring, etc., are collectively referred to as Internet police. In terms of physique and temperament, it is not very similar to the Internet police that Bu Chonghua usually works with.

But Bu Chonghua didn't ask in detail, the two chatted knowingly, Lin Hao picked up the briefcase and said with a smile: "Since the Bu detachment is here, I must have something to explain, I still have something to do Let’s say goodbye first.”

Wu Yu sat silently, neither holding back nor showing any intention of getting up to see him off.On the contrary, Lin Hao greeted him with a good attitude before leaving.The door clicked shut, and there were only the two of them left in the ward. Bu Chonghua turned around, only to see Wu Yu raising his head and staring straight at him.

The two stood and sat one by one, only a few steps away from each other, and the surrounding was eerily quiet.For a long time, Wu Yu's eyes fell on the blood-stained gauze exposed from the collar of Bu Chonghua's shirt, and he raised his chin without touching it at all: "Have you confessed to Niangui?"

——His name is not Nian Daxing, but Niangui who was imprisoned back then.

This question was so straightforward that it could be called acrimonious. It was obviously different from the dullness that he usually pretended to cover up in the Public Security Bureau. At that moment, Bu Chonghua seemed to recognize the shadow of the young man who was like a trapped animal and covered in spikes 13 years ago.

"No matter what Nian Daxing said, the matter has passed, and in the future..."

Wu Yu had obviously heard this kind of steady-state cliché repeated many times by leaders at all levels, and he didn't bother to listen to it anymore: "No, I didn't go there, otherwise why did Lin Hao rush back to Jinhai in the middle of the night?"

Bu Chonghua thought for two seconds before saying, "I thought you two had a good relationship?"

"He just wanted to investigate me. Didn't you hear it from outside the door just now?"

"..."

The mask-like meekness and dullness on Wu Yu's face finally completely faded away, and his brows and eyes were calm and sharp: "Zhang Boming committed suicide by jumping off a building. They suspected that I did it. Lin Hao has never given up on the investigation. He likes to give people the illusion of that." , it’s just a means, it’s like this for everyone.”

Bu Chonghua didn't know what to say for a while, and Wu Yu didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he got up and pulled the regular clothes off the hanger, took off the ill-fitting hospital gown, turned his back to Bu Chonghua, pulled up the chain of his trousers, and picked up the clothes. Put on the clean T-shirt that the nurse sent.

He stood in front of the window, and when he stood up, the sunlight flashed away from the protruding butterfly bones, reflecting his muscular back, and countless old and small scars that were hard to count—but the years did not take away the handsome and straight when he was young.

Bu Chonghua is a top student at Zhengjing College. After graduation, he worked all the way from criminal investigation. He has seen countless victims of men, women and children on the dissection table. Let alone the same sex, even the bodies of the opposite sex are a little numb. My unwavering professionalism.But at this moment, probably influenced by Nian Daxing's confession, the first reaction in his mind was to avoid suspicion, and he subconsciously looked away, "Oh?" Who is it? Nian Daxing never explained."

Wu Yu paused and turned his head, the slender lines from his chin to his neck stood out, sharp and abrupt in contrast to usual, but his voice was smiling:

"He was my boss, commander, and one-way liaison when I was undercover. He was the leader of the academy, but he himself has never been 'underground'."

"Speaking of it, you are a bit like the team."

Bu Chonghua wanted to test it out, but he was taken aback by his words.

"Zhang Boming came from an elite background. He is iron-blooded, loyal, and ruthless. He regards principles and justice as his first pursuit, and cannot tolerate any stains on himself. Ten years ago, in an unexpected situation, a North American drug manufacturer sneaked into the country to track down I passed the news to him, but I was at risk of being exposed. I asked him for help, but he chose to arrest people first."

- exposed.

It is only a simple word to say, but it is directly equivalent to death in the actual undercover - no, it is more terrible than death.Death is but a relief in the blink of an eye.

"And then?" Bu Chonghua couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart.

Wu Yu's tone was calm and lackluster: "He ordered the arrest of people, and I immediately fell into a situation of isolation and helplessness. The situation was extremely dangerous. However, I didn't expect that it was very... lucky that I didn't reveal my identity in the end. .”

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Bu Chonghua seems to have figured out a more difficult to conceal ridicule from the word "lucky" than before.

"They suspect that you hold a grudge against him?"

"Maybe, but I'm actually not familiar with him. After all, undercover agents can only communicate in one direction. Sometimes there are only a handful of opportunities to communicate throughout the year... I didn't meet him until I returned from my mission last year."

Wu Yu raised his head and took a breath, Bu Chonghua asked sharply, "Do you want to ask him for an explanation?"

The commander's decision-making may be based on many reasons: adherence to principles, loyalty to justice, comprehensive reality, and consideration of the overall situation.It is honorable to sacrifice one's life for the task, and it is praiseworthy to dedicate oneself to the collective. At that time, if anyone sat in Zhang Boming's position, he might not have too many other thoughts.

But what Zhang Boming certainly didn't expect was that after adhering to the principle and taking care of the overall situation, Wu Yu didn't sacrifice himself.

Not only did he not sacrifice, he continued to carry out the mission for many years, and finally came back alive.

Then Wu Yu who came back will definitely want to say something: When you ordered to abandon your comrades ten years ago, did you hesitate at all?In the past ten years, in the dead of night, have you ever had the slightest regret?Now that you and I are accepting the award shoulder to shoulder, will you feel even the slightest bit of guilty blush and embarrassment?

"...an explanation," Wu Yu murmured.

He stared straight at the dust floating in the air, his pupils were like a bottomless abyss under the glacier.

"Don't say it... Please, don't say it, don't say it..."

A cry of pleading floated from the void, and he saw Zhang Boming's face in pain again—the man was kneeling on the floor of the ward, every inch of skin and every finger seemed to be roasted by the fire of hell, convulsing The shape is distorted alive.

"...Did you think I would come to ask for an explanation? No, I just want to tell you why I can stand here..."

How nice, he thought.

He saw that every word of his was piercing into the internal organs like a red-hot knife, and then gouged out pieces of burnt blood and overcooked meat from Zhang Boming's body. The pleasure of revenge had never filled his chest like that moment, making him It was so light that it was about to float.

—Of course he can float.

He has been sliced ​​into pieces by that sharp blade for ten years, the flesh has been stripped dry, and the blood has flowed out, so lightly that even the skeleton of his whole body has been turned into ashes.

"I just want to tell you why I can stand here..."

"...I just want to tell you why I'm so lucky."

The sound of the wind swept across the world like a rising tide, passing through the bright glass windows of the ward, and the tide was mixed with desperate and hoarse wailing.

But Wu Yu was in a daze, for a moment he couldn't tell whether the crying came from Zhang Boming or himself.

"Yes," he said softly, "I have to find him...for an explanation."

"Zhang Boming didn't expect that you were still brooding about the past ten years ago, and you couldn't say anything at all, so you simply chose to kill yourself?" Bu Chonghua couldn't see the slightest clue from Wu Yu's calm and dull surface, but I always feel that this logic is very wrong: "However, the superiors feel that the reason why Zhang Boming chose to commit suicide is related to those unclear issues during your undercover period?"

"I don't know if his suicide has anything to do with me." Wu Yu said hoarsely, "At that time he acted very regretful, but not to the point of committing suicide, so that night Lin Hao told me that he jumped off the roof of the hospital building. At that time, I couldn't believe it for a moment... His second-level hero model certificate has already been approved."

Bu Chonghua has been in the police force for more than ten years, and he has participated in the highest-rated action as a collective first-class merit. This is already a very powerful qualification. Many provincial and ministerial leaders may not have such achievements at his age.However, the undercover operation back then could report two heroes at once. It is self-evident for its huge scale, great intensity, and significance.

So no matter what the reason for Zhang Boming's jump, he was freed himself, but it caused Wu Yu a lot of harm, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he ruined the rest of his hard-earned life.

"At first, I really couldn't think of why he died...but then I felt a little clear." Wu Yu's black and white eyes glanced lightly on the medical bandage on Bu Chonghua's shoulder, and then looked away: "He might really He is such a proud person."

"He is such an arrogant person"?

Bu Chonghua's reaction was terribly fast, and he understood why Wu Yu said he was similar to Zhang Boming, why he blocked the knife but didn't thank him at all, and didn't even bother to ask him how his injury was——

"Do you know, Team Team, you are actually very similar to Team Zhang", "Zhang Boming is from an elite background like you", "He is such an arrogant person", "I can't tolerate any stains on myself"...

Zhang Boming doesn't necessarily think that sacrificing an undercover agent in order to catch a drug lord is against morality. He is loyal, iron-blooded, and regards his mission as the only one. He feels that Wu Yu should also sacrifice willingly; but what he didn't expect is that Wu Yu himself is not He was willing and unwilling, and even hated this incompetent boss all the time, because he could only let his subordinates die in a dilemma, and his subordinates never wanted to die!

It's not that he can't face Wu Yu's life, but he can't face himself who has been stained with "stains"!

"—So you lay in the hospital thinking about it all night, and you came to the conclusion that I just temporarily made another choice, Zhang Boming?" Bu Chonghua suddenly asked unexpectedly: "Think I made a mistake Yu Gaoao didn't allow himself to stand by with his hands, and forced himself to save him out of heroic complex?"

Wu Yu didn't expect him to be so sharp, subconsciously said "Oh?", and then returned to his usual docile and surprised expression: "What are you talking about—"

"Do you think I can still take this opportunity to make a meritorious service?" Bu Chonghua suddenly walked around the hospital bed and stepped forward. Wu Yu subconsciously took half a step back, and his back came to the window sill, but then Bu Chonghua stepped forward He poked his finger in the hollow of his shoulder, and at such a close distance, he was condescending: "Let me tell you, if I was really another principled Zhang Boming, you kicked Nian Daxing in front of the camera in the Public Security Bureau. I'll kill you when it hits the wall!"

Wu Yu supported the window sill with one hand and leaned back: "You..."

"It's you! The anti-tracking program was illegally installed on the mobile phone, and you chased Nian Daxing alone and ran to a place where there was no surveillance. What were you actually planning to do at that time, dare you tell me?!"

"..."

"——If I really don't care about people," Bu Zhonghua bent down lightly and sternly, the two of them were within walking distance: "The dagger with your fingerprints on it at the scene last night should not be locked in my office now, but It has already been handed over to the Supervisory Committee of the Municipal Bureau, so you can still stand here and analyze my psychological motivation?!"

The air was terribly tense, and one could only hear each other's suppressed breathing, and Wu Yu's fingers on the window sill turned white with force.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally softened imperceptibly, and said hoarsely: "...Thank you for the team, I didn't mean to compare you with Team Zhang."

Bu Chonghua stared at his dark eyes, and after a long time he finally got up as if he was merciful. The pinprick-like oppression was relieved, but the severity was not reduced by half: "You'd better remember. Next time if you dare to If you don't say hello to me, and go out to do things alone, I won't be so easy to talk to."

Perhaps because of the backlight, Wu Yu's pupils were exceptionally deep, his cheeks were pale and pale, and his expression looked a little strange.He stared straight at Bu Chonghua's eyes without saying a word, as if he wanted to dig out something from his brain through those eyeballs, but he couldn't figure out the direction.

It was obviously a stalemate situation, but Bu Chonghua felt his mental activity in an instant - he was thinking: "This Bu person is not from the same world as me. How kind is he? Or is he Pure desire for control?"

"I'm still a little cautious. This kind of 'leader' with a background and a future has no experience, but also thinks highly of himself. He may have many interests involved."

"...I see." Wu Yu finally said slowly, "I will definitely report to the organization next time."

Bu Chonghua let out an inaudible sneer in his nasal cavity, just at this moment the old Nokia charging on the window sill jingled, and a text message came - it was Lin Hao.

Bu Chonghua stepped back symbolically, Wu Yu hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone and clicked on it. Originally, he only planned to take a quick look, but suddenly stopped: "What?"

The text message was a few short sentences from Lin Hao: [I found it this morning, I wanted to show it to you, but I didn't have time just now].There is an attachment in jpg format under the text message. When you click it, it is a very clear picture taken by a foreign museum. A ferocious skull is placed in a showcase covered with yellow silk.

Wu Yu ignored the dispute just now, and immediately handed the phone to Bu Chonghua: "Is this the skull head restored by the City Bureau of the [-] case?"

When Bu Chonghua saw it, his heart skipped a beat, indeed!

Because of the age, the skull has completely turned black. Although the whole body is engraved indistinctly, exquisite patterns and symbols can still be vaguely seen.Its eye sockets, nasal cavities and teeth were worn to varying degrees, and were cut off from above the brow bone, and the inside of its skull was covered with something unknown whether it was black cloth or iron. Rectangular bone slice, carved with extremely delicate patterns, but because of the shooting angle, only the forehead can be seen clearly.

The cut-off skull was covered on top of these three bone pieces like a melon cap, and the edge of the "brim" was carved with a circle of small skulls linked together. The "hat" is densely engraved with countless patterns. Even if you look farther, you can barely make out that there are two skeletons entangled with each other on the Tianling cover, holding a magic weapon and dancing.

——This skull is [-]-[-]% similar to the murderer that He Xingxing witnessed, especially the structure separated from top to bottom is exactly the same!

"Did you leak the restoration map to Lin Hao?"

Wu Yu immediately denied it: "No."

Bu Chonghua glanced at him, did not pursue the details, but a thought vaguely flashed in his mind: the speed at which Lin Hao mobilized resources to capture information was really not comparable to that of ordinary "clerks". It seems to be much higher than what Wu Yu himself described.

"What is this skeleton for?"

Bu Chonghua exhaled: "Master of the Corpse Tuo Lin."

"Huh?" Wu Yu asked in a daze.

"See this?" Bu Chonghua pointed to the two pairs of dancing skeletons hugging each other: "'The forest is deep and cold, because it is named Cold Forest; on the side of Wangshe City, the dead are often sent to it, and it always refers to the place where corpses are abandoned. At the place, it is the corpse Tuolin' - this is a narration in the Tang Dynasty "Zhongjing Yinyi", the corpse Tuolin is almost the god who protects the cemetery, symbolizing that people have birth, old age, sickness and death, and there is no eternal truth in the world."

They all leaned together in front of the mobile phone screen, and the two of them were very close. Wu Yu turned his head, his lips almost touched the side of Bu Chonghua's face, and he leaned back reflexively: "Tang Dynasty? Then what He Xingxing saw? Artifacts?"

"If the cultural relic is genuine, it will be destroyed if it is put into the water, so it's hard to say what He Xingxing saw. But this exhibit is not an ordinary thing. As a sculpture, the cadaver master usually only appears on items related to a religion— —”

Bu Chonghua looked at Wu Yu with raised eyebrows, and spit out two words:

"Hidden secrets."

·

"Sit down for a while, you two. There is water here." The receptionist of the Folklore Research Institute led Bu Chonghua in suspiciously, took two small cups of cold water from a disposable paper cup, and explained: "These experts are retired and rehired. Not too busy, I have to go and see who is still there today."

The Institute of Folklore is attached to the university, and there are few horses and horses in front of the door on weekdays. Even the rats don’t come to chew on the pile of old papers in the room. Therefore, the receptionist is obviously curious why the criminal police from the city bureau came to visit, and walked away without turning back. .

Bu Chonghua didn't drink water, and was concentrating and quickly using the uniformly-provided domestic machine in the bureau to communicate with his investigators. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wu Yu turning around a few times as if he couldn't sit still, and couldn't help but raise his head and ask: " What are you doing?"

Wu Yu stood in front of the bookcases that filled the wall in the reception room, his eyes wandering between the tomes, and he didn't hear what he was saying at all.

"Wu Yu!" Bu Chonghua raised his voice.

The kid surnamed Wu just came back to his senses, touched his nose and said, "A lot of books."

I don't know if it's Bu Chonghua's overheartedness, but he could hear a trace of complicated admiration in his tone.

"A lot of books," Wu Yu repeated in a low voice after a while.

Bu Chonghua's heart moved. At this time, the receptionist came back like a gust of wind. The sound of footsteps broke the short and strange atmosphere in the room, and his attitude was much more enthusiastic than before: "Coincidentally, Mr. Chen is here today. Both of you this way please?"

Chen Yuanliang is a well-known national expert on culture and folklore. He even appeared on CCTV. Because he is old, he doesn't usually work. He only hangs a title and grows flowers and plants at home.The old pedant has a bit of a stubborn temper. He usually closes his house and rarely sees customers. He happened to come to the office today to investigate the pile of old papers. He was carrying two loose books and was about to go home for dinner. Unfortunately, he was blocked by the city police. In the office.

"The Silihe case? I read the news reports." Hearing that a life lawsuit was involved, the old pedant's expression changed, and he couldn't help but sit up solemnly. He tapped the screen, pointed to the cadaver master on the cover of the sky and said, "It's not all Tibetan secrets, to be precise, it's Bon religion."

"Bon religion?"

The office of Qingshui Yamen is a bit like the office of a middle school teacher in the 90s. Mr. Chen sat behind the desk and held up his reading glasses. His sharp eyes shot over from behind the lenses, as if he was blaming young people for why they read so little: "You people today Well, it’s like copying what others say, and talking about Tibetan Buddhism at every turn—study must be traced back to the source, and there must be a meticulous research spirit, otherwise how can it be achieved?”

Bu Chonghua, who was always good at training others, was actually being scolded, and Wu Yu's ears suddenly twitched.

Bu Chonghua had obviously sensed the small eyes squinting from the side, but on the surface he was very calm and pretended not to see it: "Old Chen is right, but I was just thinking, the Bon religion does not only exist in Tibet , and has it disappeared long ago?"

"This is a misunderstanding of the world. In fact, as long as any religion is popular, it will not disappear completely. It will only be slowly integrated and evolved with historical changes, and new teachings will be born, thus leaving a unique mark in cultural history. There are traces." Old Chen sat upright, as if teaching students on the podium, and said seriously: "Primitive Bon religion can be traced back to the Stone Age, and is inextricably linked with Shamanism. Animal sacrifices, blood sacrifices and even living sacrifices are very important. Universal. When Xinrao Miwo Buddha preached from Zhang Zhung to Tubo, he reformed many ignorant and bloody customs in the original Bon religion, and thus founded Yongzhong Bon religion, which was divided into the early "Qiaben" and the later "Qiaben" Ju Benz'."

Wu Yu was in a daze, and listened together with Bu Chonghua.

"The early 'Qiaben' reached its peak during the Zhigong Zanpu period, and even threatened the royal power. In order to curb this situation, Songtsan Gampo introduced Buddhism from Tang Dynasty, Nepal and other places. For this reason, he also asked to marry Nepal Chizun The princess married Princess Wencheng of the Tang Dynasty, and since then "Qiaben" has turned from prosperity to decline. Princess Wencheng, you always know, right?"

Seeing that the two young people nodded, Chen Laocai was a little satisfied: "Songtsan Gampo asked to marry Princess Wencheng, and introduced Buddhism into Tibet from Nepal and the Tang Dynasty. Afterwards, Buddhism and Bon Religion clashed fiercely, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while; it was not until the Chisong Detsen period more than 100 years later that Buddhism finally won the long religious struggle and was designated as the state religion, while Bon Religion was They were exiled and suppressed by the king of Tibet, and were forced to go underground, and their teachings were on the verge of extinction."

"Since then, Tibetan Buddhism has flourished, and Bon religion has declined. This situation lasted for nearly a hundred years, and history repeated a cycle again—in the ninth century AD, Lang Dama exterminated Buddha, a large number of monks were killed, and classics were burned. Buddhism has entered a dark period of a hundred years. With the support of Lang Dama, Bon Religion has risen again, compiled many Bon Religion classics, and even spread to Gannan, Yunnan, India, Nepal and other places.”

Yun Dian.

The corner of Bu Chonghua's eyebrows twitched slightly.

——On the night when the victim's body was discovered in Case [-], they were in the corridor outside the emergency room of the hospital. Liao Gang sent the portrait of the murderer drawn by the experts from the Municipal Bureau to his mobile phone. Wu Yu only glanced at it and asked in astonishment: "Isn't this the great dancer?"

"I used to see the great god of exorcising ghosts and dances in the countryside. I've seen them before. Don't you have them here?"

Bu Chonghua glanced to the side from the corner of his eyes, and saw Wu Yu listening carefully, his eyelashes sweeping out a curve at the tip of his eyes.

Some kind of speculation vaguely appeared in his mind, but the idea was too vague, and then he heard Old Chen tap the phone screen again:

"When Bon Religion rose again in the later period, it had already struggled with Buddhism for hundreds of years. This time, its teachings and rituals inevitably absorbed and merged with Tibetan Buddhism. Customs have also merged with Tantric Buddhism—of course, the religious behavior of serf society inevitably bears the brand of blood and cruelty. Compared with the Bon religion, which was brought into civilized management by the state after the reform and opening up, it is fundamentally two different things. It’s not the same.”

Bu Chonghua came back to his senses and asked, "Then what period does this helmet belong to?"

Mr. Chen said: "It's hard to be sure. There are many bad habits in the serf society. Lamas believe that human bones, human brains, and male and female genitals are magical instruments with powerful power. The male genitals are called 'Dharma' and the female genitals are called 'Lotus'. Menstrual blood is called "blood Bodhi". What's more, even human intestines, human skin, and human flesh are top-grade sacrificial objects. Among these utensils, the human skulls of eminent monks and lamas are particularly precious, and are often decorated with silver carvings, leather rope, turquoise, used as incense burners or offering vessels, etc. In Thangkas, it is often seen that the gods hold a Gabala bowl full of things in one hand. The bowl is a human skull, and the content in it is a human brain; Or the Yue knife is placed on the side of the bowl, representing the image of the combination of 'method' and 'wisdom'."

"As for this helmet..." Mr. Chen shook his head regretfully: "We can only guess that it was a magic weapon worn by great lamas in important ceremonies in ancient times, which is extremely rare in modern society. As for its specific What are the decorations, functions and meanings, I really can’t tell you this, please forgive me.”

Old Chen handed back the phone, and Wu Yu got up and took it with both hands.

"Do you think you can find out more about the meaning of this helmet?" Bu Chonghua asked in a deep voice: "To be honest, the police investigation of the [-] case has reached a bottleneck period, and the skull helmet is currently the most valuable Clues, if we can thoroughly understand its meaning, it should be of great help to our investigative work."

"This..." Mr. Chen hesitated for a moment, and asked, "I read in the news that the murderer in Silihe was a little girl?"

Bu Chonghua's mind was very sharp: "Is there any explanation for this?"

Old Chen hesitated to speak, his expression was a bit struggling, after a long while, the old scholar hesitated and said: "I shouldn't promote these things that are chaotic and strange, after all, there is a lot of controversy on the Internet now, and there is no such thing in the academic world. Conclusive documents to prove this. If people know that I said this, I'm afraid..."

Bu Chonghua stared at him closely.

Mr. Chen couldn't hide from his pressure-filled gaze, and after a while he finally breathed out.

"In the primitive worship of the serf society, the virgin symbolizes purity and detachment from the world. Her human skin, uterus, and leg bones are all materials for making magical instruments."

"That's why girls are more likely to be... the first choice for living sacrifices."

Both Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu were stunned.

There was silence in the room, and the cold and treacherous fear slid past the ears from the void like a snake.