Swallowing the Seas

The urgency of the follow-up situation and the complexity of the handling late at night made everyone in the special case team devastated for a long time afterwards. Song Ping even felt that he would lose all his hair that night for the rest of his life.

Liao Gang led people to carry Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu out of the well, and then Team Wang pushed out the unconscious shark with his own hands.All three were sent by helicopter to the No.1 People's Hospital in Jinhai City for emergency treatment. As expected, the drug lord with the least injuries was the first to escape from danger, and was immediately escorted into a 24-hour armed police guarded by the Ministry of Public Security. special care unit.

At 05:30 in the morning, Meng Zhao regained consciousness in the intensive care unit after taking the anesthetic.Her son, who had just entered junior high school, and Song Hui squatted outside the guardianship room, hugging their heads and crying loudly at the same time. Her husband was incoherently calling his parents, family members, relatives and friends, and he was so excited that he couldn't stand up. .At that time, the Municipal Bureau urgently sent a car to Meng Zhao's hometown to pick up her parents. The two old people didn't know what happened until they received the call. They almost paralyzed in fright on the way to Jinhai.

Twelve hours later, Bu Chonghua woke up under strict monitoring, his vital signs were stable, the tracheal tube was removed, and he was transferred from the ICU to a separate ward for further observation.His good physical foundation laid by strict self-discipline and healthy diet for more than ten years has played a great role at this moment. After a few days, he can sit up without assistance, and his recovery is good and stable. The doctor said that as long as he does not do anything himself Death, lung drowning and minor concussions do not leave long-lasting aftereffects.

The only thing that worried me was Wu Yu.

Wu Yu's situation is just the opposite of Bu Chonghua's. He is a high-need patient. He woke up before the operation on the night of rescue, and woke up again after the anesthetic for the operation. After that, he would wake up every few hours. For a moment; every time he wakes up, there are a lot of people shouting and tossing, but every time he just stares blankly at the ceiling of the ICU with his eyes open, and after a few seconds or minutes, he seems to be barely sure where he is, and then Cai tilted his head in relief and fell into a coma again.

Even the doctor couldn't explain this strange phenomenon. He could only say that there was a kind of conditioned reflex in his brain that was like an alarm bell, which made him unable to feel at ease in an unfamiliar environment and let himself lose consciousness—maybe it was more than ten years of life and death experience, Let his body form this very strange alert mechanism.

After half a month, Bu Chonghua not only got out of bed tremblingly, but also forced his cursing cousin Yan Mao to help him take a shower, cut his hair and shave, and even returned to the hospital bed with a new look, and set up a video conference for everyone. It was at work that Wu Yu finally made up for all the pains and deficiencies of the past six months, fully woke up, and ended the ICU's wolves every few hours.

The head nurse of the ICU burst into tears, the shift nurses hugged each other and cried, and the attending doctor respectfully put three sticks of incense on the "Never Die" sign enshrined in the office.

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In order to avoid hasty turmoil in the Bitcoin market and the world drug chain, the Ministry of Public Security ordered to temporarily classify the news of the arrest of the founder of the Mariana Trench as a secret, and only notified the relevant international departments, blowing up Interpol and the World Anti-drug Organization overnight. all over.

The news of this future is destined to shock the international community, just like a heavy nuclear bomb being crushed in the deep sea.In the few hours after the shark was caught, how many well-informed drug lords in every corner of the world were afraid, nervous, excited, fleeing in panic, or gearing up for it... It is unknown how busy the task force was this night.

Soon, the Ministry of Public Security will start an all-round interrogation of drug lords, making intensive preparations and firing the first shot to smash the dark web e-commerce platform.

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"So what about Qin Chuan?" Yan Yan asked dissatisfied.

Qin Chuan ran away again.

Everyone was full of curiosity about how he escaped from the explosion, landslide, and water-permeable mine, and escaped from the deep mountains and old forests. The task force even suspected that he was dead.But after a thorough search of the crime scene, no body was found, not even enough bloodstains to prove his death. There was only a puddle of red cornstarch at the scene of the grenade explosion, which silently stimulated the fragile strength of the infantry leader. nerve.

The mystery of the century was not solved until one month after the incident, because the local township police station reported the loss of a motorcycle.Enlightened, Bu Chonghua immediately asked people to search all the vehicles that sent out to the police that night, and finally found a figure suspected to be Qin Chuan from a special police Iveco's driving recorder—he climbed out along a ventilation slant Mine, took off his glasses, straightened his hair, and even patted the ashes on his trousers.At that time, because of a mining accident in the mine, the police stations in nearby towns and villages rushed to the police stations. Those village policemen who went to work in the morning and went home to farm in the afternoon could not wear uniforms once in 800 years. He couldn't do it, let alone recognize his face; so the grandson surnamed Qin spoke a false dialect, yelled and directed a few local police officers to carry out rescue, and scolded away two interns who were distracted to watch the excitement, and finally calmly Pushing away a motorbike from a rural police station, with a bang of the accelerator, it just tooted away.

The last trace of the motorcycle appeared in a primitive jungle deep in the barren mountains, and there was no trace after that. No one knew how he would trek through the mountains and forests, across North China, across Mongolia, and how he would escape from the border without anyone noticing.

This cunning beast once again disappeared into the vast crowd. The last sentence he left was relayed by the intern. These two idiots were punished because of the bastard surnamed Qin. They were shocked, frightened and scared. Emotionally unstable so far:

"He he he... He sighed and said...'God bless me, never meet such a cheating painter again in this life'..."

The first thing Bu Chonghua did after struggling to get up from the hospital bed was to personally sign the wanted application for Qin Chuan.Although he refused to admit to anyone that he had any conversations with the "near-death" Qin Chuan after the explosion and landslide, according to Wu Yu's secret description to Yan Yu later, Qin Chuan was like an emotional liar who cheated him away. As a people's policeman, Bu Chonghua's two hundred catties were heartbroken and five hundred catties were so grateful, they stood up, patted their buttocks and ran away.

Yan Xie came all the way from Jianning to catch Qin Chuan, but he was busy for a long time and even lost a McLaren, but he didn't catch anything. One can imagine the sadness in his heart.That afternoon, he and Bu Chonghua scolded Qin Chuan in the hospital ward all afternoon. Both of them were very emotional, and they competed to comfort each other for a long time. , which vividly embodies what it means for brothers to join forces to catch drug dealers, and the brotherhood depends on Qin Chuan.

"——No." Wu Yu leaned on the hospital bed and ate half a bag of pickled mustard, and suddenly frowned: "What does he mean when he says he doesn't want to see me again? When did I offend Boss Qin?"

Bu Chonghua was getting up to send Yan Yan out, and when he heard the sound, he turned around and wanted to grab the half bag of Fuling pickled mustard: "You have eaten up your share of snacks today! Who secretly gave this to you again!"

Hearing a moment of stomping and staring, Yan Xie hurriedly ran away against the wall of the hospital corridor.

Wu Yu's sense of taste disappeared after the car accident last time. After the blood transfusion in this operation, I don't know if it was because the blood of half of the body was changed again, but the perception of taste has recovered. , Extremely acidic food began to have a slight reaction.This caused Bing Chonghua to be very anxious: Wu Yu wanted to eat snacks every day, every hour, every moment, including but not limited to pickled mustard, spicy strips, spicy fermented bean curd, salted duck eggs, pickled sauerkraut...

At first Bu Chonghua lived in the same double ward with him, and he could control him a little bit by means of persuasion, preaching, kissing, and even forceful suppression, but Bu Chonghua was discharged from the hospital after a month.From that day on, Wu Yu was like a cat that fell into a fish tank. Song Hui, Cailin, Zhang Xiaoli, and even Xiao Gui, the forensic doctor, couldn't help but give him something to eat every time they came to visit. Even Meng Zhao in the next ward He couldn't resist Wu Yu's eager eyes, and gave him half a piece of pickled hairtail.

"It's full of benzoic acid and nitrite, don't eat it!" Bu Chonghua's marble-like handsome face was cold and heartless, and he held up Fuling mustard, making it impossible for Wu Yu, who was lying on the bed, to reach him because of his height: "The doctor said Before you fully recover, you must eat a light diet. I told you to eat more vegetables and fruits, and don’t hide in the quilt all day eating spicy noodles. Do you think I didn’t know that Jiang Ting cooked a self-heating hot pot in the ward and secretly distributed it to you?”

Wu Yu said in a low voice, "I didn't eat much, I only ate two slices of bamboo shoots and a chopstick of shredded konjac..."

"We clearly said that if we really want to eat self-heating hot pot, we have to exchange three cups of milk. Have you drunk milk?!"

Wu Yu: "..."

The two looked at each other, the air was silent, Bu Chonghua held up Fuling mustard with one hand like the Statue of Liberty, while Wu Yu seemed to be enslaved people at the bottom who were eagerly looking at the torch of freedom.After a long while, Bu Chonghua's calm and cold face finally slowly changed, and he said through his teeth: "Don't take off my pants..."

With one hand wrapped in a bandage and the other holding Bu Chonghua's belt, Wu Yu struggled to get up from the bed, knelt on the bed board, raised his head and kissed his tightly pursed thin mouth, wow!

Bu Chonghua kept his posture unchanged, the corners of his mouth trembling suspiciously, and said coldly for a long time: "Impossible, don't even think about it. Pickled food contains a lot of preservatives and nitrous acid..."

Haw!

The air freezes, and you can hear a needle drop to the ground.

"...It's not good for your health, whatever you want to eat after you leave the hospital..."

Wu Yu pulled his straight shirt collar, and kissed the lips that kept opening and closing like lightning. Bu Chonghua's strong and steady preaching was immediately stuck back to the tip of his tongue, and his heart was lifted into his throat.

He was still in the hospital in broad daylight and kissed me like this...

The door is still closed, will someone pass by and see...

No, he just wants to cheat me for pampering, he doesn't really want to kiss at all...

Bu Chonghua's heart was beating wildly in his chest, and the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head and cheeks, and even his breath had a hot smell.He couldn't help deepening the kiss, and the hand that was held high gradually came down, just as he was about to put it on Wu Yu's thin shoulder—then the mustard biu disappeared from his hand.

Creaking, creaking, Wu Yu quickly gnawed the last few pieces of mustard under Bu Chonghua's death gaze, wiped his mouth and threw the bag away, pawed Bu Chonghua's shoulder and wanted to kiss again, Bu Chonghua stepped back three times step, embarrassed and annoyed: "Wu Yu!"

Wu Yu looked at him calmly, licking the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

"...I won't kiss you this week!" Bu Chonghua blushed and said sharply, "And you are no longer allowed to eat any snacks before you leave the hospital, not even pickled fish!"

Although the artist's control of micro-expressions is professional, Bu Chonghua can still see at a glance that the boy's face is full of shock, grievance, and disbelief. It wasn't until he finished listening to the second half of the sentence that it seemed a little bit real.

"I didn't want to eat on purpose..." Wu Yu slowly retracted from the head of the bed, with his forehead resting on his knees, as if he wanted to smile indifferently, but in the end he only curled the corners of his mouth tremblingly: "I'm just afraid that after I'm discharged from the hospital , the result of the above treatment, the prison is cold and dark and there is not enough to eat, I will be very lonely by myself..."

Bu Chonghua: "..."

"There will be no self-heating hot pot to eat, and I will not be able to kiss you..."

Bu Chonghua: "..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." After several minutes, Bu Chonghua's gentle voice finally sounded above Wu Yu's head, his words were full of love: "If someone above can really lock you in, I will definitely lock you in." I will go to see you with some milk I made myself for three meals a day, and I won’t be able to take one meal, don’t worry.”

Wu Yu almost fell off the bed, "Bu Chonghua, are you still human!"

Bu Chonghua wore a shirt, trousers and leather shoes, with an extraordinary elite demeanor. He smiled condescendingly, revealing a row of white and neat teeth.

"Starting today, anyone who brings you snacks will clean the toilet for a week, whoever brings you spicy sticks will take out the garbage for a month, and whoever brings you vegetable salad and clear fish soup will be able to take a night shift off. I want to see Let's see who dares to commit crimes against the wind, from today onwards, no spicy stick in this world can enter the door of this ward, if you don't believe me, try it?"

—Knock knock knock!

With a cry, the door of the ward opened, and Secretary Weng and Song Ping stood outside the door. The former was holding flowers and fruits, the latter was holding Weilong spicy sticks. Behind him were several municipal committee members with wandering eyes. Bureau leaders, everyone studied the ceiling of the ward in unison.

"…………"

"…………"

After a long silence, Bu Chonghua finally squeezed out a few words: "Who are you..."

"Not long." Song Ping cleared his throat in embarrassment, "It's almost the time when the prison is cold and dark and can't eat enough."

Secretary Weng blinked at Wu Yu and then at Bu Chonghua.He probably wanted to show that his language trend could keep up with the times, and that his open-mindedness would not lose to young people, but in fact his next sentence pushed the embarrassing atmosphere to an unprecedented climax.He said: "Hehe, the young couple are quite good at playing with the door closed..."

Even Wu Yu covered his eyes with one hand and buried his face in the quilt.

"You are too serious, please sit down, please sit down." Bu Chonghua had exhausted his whole life to maintain a stern facial expression, and he greeted several leaders with one hand and one foot, "You guys are here today because the above Is it the result of the handling of Officer Xiao Wu? Or—"

There was no place to sit in the ward, because Bu Chonghua had people remove all the chairs and sofas in order to prevent Cai Lin, Xiao Gui, and Zhang Xiaoli from sneaking up to Wu Yu to gather a crowd to make trouble.So Song Ping and other leaders of the municipal party committee stood, and Secretary Weng sat on another empty hospital bed with half of his buttocks, and said, "Oh, that's not true. We are still trying to help Officer Xiao Wu for him. The main thing is that Cosmo Philip — that darknet shark — is going out to jail.”

"The criminal wanted to see the painter again before being interrogated."