Swallowing the Seas

"——What, Mr. Philip wants to see Wu Yu?"

Bu Chonghua spread his hands gracefully, and his tone was restrained, polite, and well-spoken as if he had heard some ridiculous joke, although everyone could see the whites of the gentleman's eyes at that moment: "Sorry, I don't understand very well. , what is there to see, why is it necessary to see? If you have to meet every time you catch a drug dealer, then in the future, will the painter not come to work in the Nancheng Detachment? Hospice for drug dealers?"

"..." Song Ping said: "Young man, pay attention, I suggest you bathe and burn incense and pray three times a day before the higher-ups give advice on the painter's handling. Tail, behave yourself, okay?"

Most of the time, Wu Yu is a subordinate who makes the leader very satisfied. He is dull and docile and doesn't talk much. It doesn't matter what kind of tasks and arrangements he accepts. If you want to see him, then see him.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, North China returned to spring, the grass was growing and warblers were flying, and peach blossoms were blooming on both sides of the roadsides on the outskirts of Jinhai City.However, the iron gate of the detention center seems to have opened up another world. The tall iron windows cut the gray light into several pieces, and the dark corridors of the building twisted and turned. Apart from the sound of shackles and iron chains in the distance, there was a dead silence, and even the air turned into The stagnant jelly weighed heavily in everyone's lungs.

"This way," the prison guard leading the way was very polite, "Please."

"..."

When the prison guard turned his head, he saw the young man in black standing in the corridor, staring up at the cold bars.The backlight cast a shadow on his handsome facial features, as if covering many unspeakable past events and secrets, only the corners of his eyes shone slightly in the dimness.

The prison guard couldn't help being taken aback.

"It's nothing." Wu Yu withdrew his gaze, raised his head and walked into the meeting area, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

The door clicked open and the shark suddenly looked up.

A figure he was very familiar with entered the room under the escort of the prison guards, pulled out a chair and sat opposite him, looking at him calmly:

"Mr. Philip, are you all right?"

Wu Yu obviously hadn't healed from a serious injury, and had lost a lot of weight. He was wearing a black suit that fit very well. The coat was unbuttoned, and the cuffs of the white shirt were showing.This simple, harmonized plain color match suits him very well. He looks very energetic. His hair is a little longer again, and the ends of his hair are brushed at the tips of his ears, which sets off a kind of transparent and distant cold whiteness on his face.

That was the outfit they wore when they first met.

Shark stared at him fixedly, the pupils in his blue eyes were so gray that they were almost white, he smiled slowly after a while: "I was thinking about one thing just now when I was waiting for you to come."

"what's up?"

Although he knew that there were many eyes on the other side of the camera watching his every move, the drug lord didn't care, and his smile even deepened: "What were you thinking on the way through the prison just now?"

"..."

"You see the shackles, the iron windows, the cold and moldy bricks, the dark walls... What are you thinking in your mind? Do you feel that you can't get out for the rest of your life?"

"What the hell is this grandson talking nonsense--" A director was about to get up after monitoring, but Lin Hao stopped him and told him to sit down with a wink.

"Do you feel that you are about to be drowned in this deep sea, huh?" The shark's upper body moved forward, staring at Wu Yu almost face to face: "—Ah Gui?"

The crowd after monitoring was silent for a moment, everyone looked different, and there was no sound.

"...I guessed why you wanted to see me before I came. It turned out that you wanted to see me to regret it." Wu Yu sat there, and after a while he let out a sigh of relief: "You may have misunderstood me a little, Mr. Philip."

His voice came from the monitoring, a little hoarse because of his injury, but it was still very steady and clear in the quiet cell: "From the time I got off my feet to now, what has trapped me has always been the past, not the current situation, because only from It is very easy for me to escape from the status quo, whether it is working for the special intelligence team or after coming to Jinhai, or even the time when I worked for you."

The shark stared at him, "Yeah, then why haven't you ever walked by?"

Wu Yu didn't answer right away, but thought for a while and asked, "Do you know what Bureau Song said to me before I came here today?"

"..."

"He said that the more than 30 yuan I had saved in cash had already been donated to my hometown, and Bu Chonghua added some more to build a primary school."

Shark narrowed his eyes coldly when he heard the words Bu Chonghua, but Wu Yu didn't care about it.

"The slogan of the Mariana Trench is 'freedom of choice, not tyranny'. It is said that your purpose of creating this website is to explore the extreme decentralization and anarchism, and you have promised to give me freedom. But you and those People who are doing the same thing as you are selectively ignoring the most crucial point: thorough and boundless indulgence will only lead to crime in the end, what the general public is actually after is the thread under the kite, the nest where the tired bird returns late .me either."

"The thread I used to be burned by Kunsha and Thayer gang, now I have found a new home. In your eyes it is bondage, in my eyes it is the foundation of ultimate freedom " Wu Yu smiled, stood up and said: "Mr. Philip, our views on freedom have been opposite from the beginning. You have been recruiting me for so long, but unfortunately you have never seen this clearly."

The chair rubbed against the ground and made a sharp noise, and he turned and walked towards the door. At this moment, behind him, "Bang Dang!" The shark hit something, and suddenly blurted out: "Stupid!"

The armed policeman's nerves were extremely tense, and he bounced back almost immediately as soon as he spoke, but Wu Yu waved his hand.

"Even if there is no me, there will still be the Mariana Trench. Version 1.0 will fall and there will be 2.0. Even if the Trench is completely closed one day, AlphaBay, Dream Market, and Darknet Wall Street will still be in operation! As long as the anonymous communication technology is still there, Desires will not disappear, you will be trapped here forever! You will stay in this endless loop until you die!!"

Surveillance couldn't see Wu Yu's face, only to see him facing the door, his thin and straight back almost melting into the shadow of the cell that never leaves, and it took some time before he finally looked back: "Arthur Hodgson also died before his execution. Said the same thing."

"Desire will not disappear, and the war will not stop. You are right, I will indeed stay in this cycle until I die, just like generations of ancestors before me and batches of newcomers behind me, one day we will go to See you again at the same place." Wu Yu smiled, although the smile lines were very faint: "—I don't know if I will have the day you regret it as you wish, Mr. Philip, but you must not see it .If one day you want to invite me to watch your execution, I will, but until then we should not see each other again."

He nodded under the indescribable gaze of the shark, opened the door of the cell, and walked out calmly. There was a violent bang and a stern shout from the armed police behind him.

……

Wu Yu went out faster than he came in, and when he signed and left the detention center, the sun outside was already noon.Lin Hao was sitting on the steps outside the prison building smoking a cigarette. When he saw him coming out, he got up and patted his trouser legs, and handed him a cloud of cigarettes. While lighting the fire, Wu Yu gestured backwards: "--it won't make your interrogation more difficult. Bar?"

"No, all the interrogation experts in North China are here, and your irritation is almost negligible." Lin Hao breathed out the smoke, raised his eyes and smiled: "I have two good news to tell you."

Wu Yu paused, as if he had a premonition, and Lin Hao said, "Xie Xing's martyr qualifications have been approved, and he will be buried in Yundian with a monument."

Xie Xing is an unshakable martyr, but his sacrifice time and obituary inscription are closely related to Wu Yu's future fate.As long as it is confirmed that he died ten years ago, it is tantamount to acknowledging Wu Yu's name and meritorious deeds. This is exactly what Feng Ting, Lin Hao and the others are actively fighting for during this period of time.

The lighter reflected two faint lights in Wu Yu's downcast eyes, and he fell silent after a long time: "Why did you tell the above?"

"I persuaded Feng Ting, and Feng Ting came forward as a guarantor, and assigned you 13 years ago to the secret external staff of the special situation team. Everything was done secretly later, which can be regarded as filling in the past ten years for Lao Hu. Huge pit. Seriously speaking, it is not impossible to logically prove your meritorious deeds in those ten years. The key is to see if there is anyone on the top who resists this relationship. The arrest of the international drug lord is the final decision. The key weight of the balance." Lin Hao patted Wu Yu's shoulder, "So in the end, you actually earned it yourself, so I don't need to say thank you."

Wu Yu smiled slightly: "You think too much, I didn't want to say it. So in the future, should I go to Yundian or..."

"Feng Ting means that he wants you to go back, but I think it's better to save yourself, what age is it, and don't make a tragedy of flying to the southeast of Qingchi Peacock. Yundian will add your new file in a few days Completely transfer to Jinhai, and when Jinhai officially applies for meritorious service, your real name will be revealed to the world." Lin Hao smiled slightly at Wu Yu: "Congratulations on your promotion in advance, Wu..."

Wu Yu: "It's okay, I'll be a little policeman and I'll have nothing to do—"

"...return."

The surroundings were suddenly quiet, and the air seemed to be frozen. Wu Yu stared at Lin Hao expressionlessly. After a few seconds, Lin Hao finally broke out into an earth-shattering laugh.

"If you really dare to write this name on my file, I will definitely let you go to Qingchi tonight." Wu Yu said coldly amidst wild laughter, "And the turtle matches the bastard, you were just cursing Detachment bastard... just wait, I'll call the Bu detachment right away, he won't let you go."

"Hahahahahahahaha——" Lin Hao covered his mouth with one hand and slapped the wall with the other, almost dropping his cigarette, "No, I'm sorry to step up the detachment, I didn't mean it, you see, Officer Wu really only smoked this one root……"

"?!"

Wu Yu suddenly had a bad feeling, and reflexively hid the cigarette butts everywhere, but the last chance to destroy the criminal evidence was fleeting.A familiar hand stretched out from behind, swiped away the cigarette between his fingers, and threw it mercilessly into the trash can, and then Bu Chonghua's ruthless voice like artificial intelligence sounded: "The person who vowed to quit smoking last night Who is the person?"

Wu Yu: "..."

"Sneaky smokers are fined [-] push-ups or not allowed to eat snacks for a week. Next week there will be no spicy sticks."

The culprit who provided the cigarettes, Lin Hao, almost fell down laughing, clutching the cigarette case and ran away, almost bumping into the glass of the duty room of the detention center.

"#￥%#￥%..." Wu Yu couldn't laugh or cry: "You are too stingy Bu Chonghua! You weren't like this when you were chasing me!"

"Which man have you ever seen feed bait to a hooked fish?" Bu Chonghua asked back.

The person involved has only one feeling now, that is, regret and regret very much, wishing to turn around and go to prison with a cigarette case and lighter in his pocket for a few days.But He Bu Chonghua, a health-preserving lunatic, is extremely tough. He grabbed Wu Yu's small neck and shook out his whole body's cigarette case, loose cigarettes, matches, lighters... and threw them all into the trash can. He clapped his hands and wrote lightly. : "Okay, let's go home."

Wu Yu covered his eyes and choked speechlessly: "Didn't it be agreed that you would go to the Municipal Bureau for a meeting today and come back at night?"

"I can't wait, I'm in a hurry to see you." Bu Chonghua's lips twitched, "I'll tell you the second piece of good news that Lin Hao didn't have time to say just now."

His expression at that moment was indescribable, his sword eyebrows were slightly raised, a cold smile flickered under his eyes, and his thin lips drew a slight and sharp arc.Wu Yu stopped subconsciously, feeling something in his heart, and said with a smile like that: "Wan Changwen's death sentence has been approved."

"Next Monday, the execution will be carried out immediately."

·

Wan Changwen was shot.

Jin Hai seldom uses guns to execute, and the approval of the death penalty is rushed down.Wan Changwen was dragged out of the detention center cell early that morning, and the two judges finished reading the verdict face to face. The armed policemen went up to tie up his trousers, tied them with knots, and then carried him into the car on both sides. Because at that time, the old poisonous insect could not go away at all, and two long marks were drawn on the ground by its toes. The whole body of the military vehicle was twitching all the way, and its two cloudy old eyes were staring straight at the air, unable to even turn. won't turn.

The execution ground was in the reeds beside a depression on the outskirts of Jinhai City. When he got off the car, Wan's entire face had completely turned into dead gray. It was really the kind of gray that was indistinguishable from that of a dead person.When the prisoner came up to take pictures, the armed police let go, and he fell to the ground with a thump, his limbs twitching violently like a sieve.

"—Boss Wan." At this moment, he heard a slow and low voice from above his head, asking, "Do you remember me?"

"..."

It took Wan Changwen a long time to tremble and raise his eyes. His loose sight reflected a man in his fifties with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a burly and majestic figure.

Song Ping looked at him condescendingly, his gaze was very strange, it didn't look like he was just looking at a mass of rotten and smelly garbage at his feet or ants that were about to be trampled to death, but something deeper and deeper, but it was difficult for outsiders to see Loathing and hatred.

"I probably don't remember, but it doesn't matter." He squatted down and stared at Wan Changwen, saying word by word: "You just need to remember one thing: the reason why you were shot today instead of injected was because of me. That bullet is what I won for you."

Wan Changwen's brain seemed to be filled with cement, and it took him a long time to realize what it meant, hatred suddenly shot out from his dim eyes: "...you! You—"

"I want you to be shot to death like Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei, I want you to taste a hundred times, a thousand times their pain before you die, and I want to witness with my own eyes that you turn into a pool of rotten flesh. "Song Ping's eyes were red, and every word hid the deeply suppressed trembling: "But you will not be remembered forever like their heroic spirits, you will go down to eighteen levels of hell and be cast aside until you pay off your debts. The numerous sins and all the blood debts owed in my life."

Wan Changwen's eyeballs twitched uncontrollably, which was an expression of extreme fear.He saw the security guards surrounding the execution ground on the desolate reeds. He saw police cars, court cars, and funeral home trucks parked beside the open space. Black body bags had been prepared behind the cordon.The plainclothes criminal policemen formed a few circles around the open space. Everyone looked calm and indifferent, and they faintly surrounded a young man in the middle of the front row holding two black and white portraits.

That was Bu Chonghua.

"That's right." Song Ping just got up to leave, suddenly remembered something, and smiled back: "Do you still remember your only grandson Tao Ze? Bu Chonghua made the decision and changed his surname."

Wan Changwen seemed to have been given a shot in the arm, his eyes widened like an electric shock, and the next second he met Song Ping's pitiful and condescending gaze:

"My mother's surname is Peng, and my name is Peng Yize."

Song Ping turned around and went back to the police car without looking back. Wan Changwen's angry and desperate howls and head-on bumps came from behind him.

Bu Chonghua stood at the front of the crowd, and Wu Yu stood silently behind him.In the black and white posthumous photo, Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei smiled. They were so young, handsome and happy. The sour and hot liquid in Song Ping's eyes finally came out, and fell to the ground with every step he staggered.

He had never seen Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei alive, and he didn't even have time to know each other's names before the final moment came.But he will never forget that bloody late night in his life. He was locked up in the ancestral hall of a border village together with more than a dozen other youngsters whose suspicions could not be ruled out. Horrified face.Wan Changwen was sitting on the grand teacher's chair in the middle of the front, picking his nails slowly with a dagger, and a row of hideous and rusty instruments of torture hung beside him. The floor tiles and wall joints of the ancestral hall were removed.

Every minute and every second of waiting to die is horribly long. At the beginning, he wanted to roar, struggle, and run out of the door desperately, wanting to pay all the price to travel back to the In his hometown, he even took another look at his elderly parents; but the cold and terrifying reality was that he could do nothing but kneel on the ground with the others, his brain went blank, his heartbeat almost stopped, and he mechanically waited for a long, painful death finally came.

Death did not come.

At dawn, the door of the ancestral hall was finally pushed open hastily.At that moment, he was like a death row prisoner who had finally waited for the guillotine. He closed his eyes in despair, and heard someone rushing to Wan Changwen's side and calling his boss, and said with great trepidation: "The person in charge sent the message back. Those two Tiaozi refused to reveal who the 'painter' was until his death..."

"what?!"

"Really, there is really no other way. In the end, I had to kill him, and set fire to them. Somehow, the two little brats ran out..."

With a loud bang, Wan Changwen slammed the dagger, swearing and throwing the table and the sound of boiling people came from all around, but his roaring ear drums could no longer hear anything.

The joy of surviving after the catastrophe, the shame that followed, the unbelievable astonishment, the sudden rage... Countless intense emotions hit his heart at the same time, making him fall backwards, and fell in the ancestral hall for an unknown number of years. On the accumulated blood-black mud bricks, absent-minded eyes looked at the dark sky.

At that time, he was still young, and his current name was not Song Ping. Hu Liangan, the later head of the special situation team, did not suffer from overwork. He was still his one-line superior at that time.Later, he was successfully rescued by the border armed police, changed his name and changed his surname, and traveled long distances to the north. He was physically and mentally exhausted and covered with bruises. He only had a simple luggage bag in his left hand, and a child who was also scarred in his right hand.

Wan Changwen is still at large, and border drug trafficking is still going on.From then on, he will never forget that it was comrades-in-arms whom he had never met before who paved his way out of hell with their bones, and it was the unforgettable blood feud pressing on his shoulders that urged him to move on in this world.

……

boom!

Gunshots sounded from behind, and the corpse fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and the forensic doctor, criminal arrest and notary rushed forward.

Song Ping stopped in front of the portrait, his throat convulsed and trembling.Wu Yu took the photo frame, Bu Chonghua with red eyes opened his hands, and the father and son gave each other a tight hug.

The clouds were low and the sky was vast.The wind passed by the reeds and made waves, passed through the desolate and grand world, and rushed to the south.

——Yundian Martyrs Cemetery.

The ceremony was finally over, and the crowd gradually dispersed.With his back to the sun, Lin Hao bent down to put down a bunch of white flowers, and exhaled when he got up:

"I was looking for you just now, I thought you weren't coming."

Wu Yu stood quietly in front of the newly completed tombstone next to him, with a brand new police uniform jacket draped over his shoulders, and his hands in his trouser pockets.The sun cast his elongated figure with a slanted sign, parallel to the rows of gray monuments, and he couldn't tell each other apart for a while.

"I didn't expect that you really agreed to erect Xie Xing's monument here." Lin Hao turned around from Zhang Boming's tombstone, "Feng Ting asked me to discuss whether you would be like Bu Chonghua Move the ashes to the north for convenience in future worship."

In the black-and-white photo, Xie Xing is handsome and bright-eyed, while Wu Yu's brows have already been slightly frosted. Hearing this, he shook his head: "He has no ashes, and it's the same wherever the monument stands."

Lin Hao couldn't help being silent.

"Besides, he grew up in Yundian, so maybe he wants to get together with his companions and comrades-in-arms. After all, the special situation team has buried a lot of people here." Wu Yu looked around: "Imagine that they are here We are very happy to gather crowds to fight landlords above our heads."

Lin Hao laughed dumbly: "Yes, that's why I want to be buried here after I die. What about you?"

Wu Yu didn't say a word at first, Lin Hao looked at him teasingly, and it took him a while to hear him say lightly: "I told Bu Chonghua that there is no need to bury the ashes. Find a waterside and scatter the ashes, and I will try my best to flow into the sea, and then As the water vapor rises above the clouds, and it rains all over the land of China, I can run around in this land, and maybe I can even come to you to play cards."

"..." Lin Hao blinked and blinked, and took a breath for a long time: "Old man sunset swim, I can't tell you are quite fashionable!"

Wu Yu laughed out loud.

Lin Hao shook his head with a smile, turned around and walked towards the exit of the cemetery along the way he came: "After a while, the Ministry of Public Security organized a network investigation to break into the Mariana Trench website server. At that time, I will take people to Jinhai. Please remember to ask I'm eating! Let's go!"

Wu Yu didn't look back, but only waved his hands. The figures of the two of them gradually drifted away under the bright sunlight. Lin Hao's driver was already waiting by the car door with his computer and several thick stacks of official documents in his arms.

The wind blows across the grass in early spring, making rustling sounds, as if countless whispers of laughter meander away.Wu Yu stood there, the smile on the corners of his lips gradually disappearing, staring blankly at the smiling face on the stele that used to be very similar to himself, knelt down for a long time, put his forehead on the photo, and let out a deep and thorough breath. angry.

At this time, a hand patted his shoulder, and then someone bent down and placed a large bouquet of lush light purple flowers in front of the tombstone, and the fresh aroma of mint hit his face.

"Do you believe in the world after death?" Wu Yu asked with eyes closed.

Bu Chonghua's voice came from behind: "I believe it. What about you?"

"..." Wu Yu exhaled lightly, and the aftertaste was somewhat bitter after the years had faded: "Only those who have been separated from life and death will believe that there is a world after death."

Spring returns to the earth, and the sky is far away.Wu Yu opened his eyes and stood up, standing side by side with Bu Chonghua, the sun reflected under their feet through the colorful tree shadows, the heroic Xie Xing on the stone tablet, the tall and straight Zhang Boming in uniform, and rows of clear or yellowed photos And the name, solidified countless war-torn years and immortal legends, staring at them silently.

"When I was young, I dreamed that when I grew up, I would go to many places and take a camera to measure vast mountains and rivers with my feet. I didn't expect to become a policeman who measured countless crime scenes with my feet." Bu Chonghua smiled and said: "If One day when I die, let's mix our ashes together and let them sprinkle them in the water together. After the spring rain, all things will sprout, and new life will flourish all over the mountains and plains. Those heroic souls who were born to death will gather in the sky and reunite with us. meet."

"How old should we be then?" Wu Yu couldn't help laughing.

Bu Chonghua pondered for a moment, "It must be at least eighty."

"Your cousin said he's going to live to be 97."

"Then we both will try our best to live to 99, we can't lose to others."

"But I don't even know what year my birthday is..."

"I'll celebrate your birthday when I get home tonight, ah."

……

Two figures relying on each other walked along the long stone path to the endless stone steps outside the martyr's cemetery, and countless small flowers bloomed in the sun.The distant wind comes from the light blue mountains, passes through the vigorous pines and cypresses and the majestic tombstones, passes through their scarred hands that hold each other tightly, and winds towards the vast and peaceful world below the mountains.

The wind and snow cleared, and the journey was long.

The dark blue police uniform jacket was lifted by the wind, and the two figures walked side by side, towards the splendid land and hometown under the scorching sun.

The author has something to say:

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Thank you for accompanying me through the eight-month serialization of "Broken Cloud 2 Swallowing the Sea", bow~

After resting for a few days, I started to write the published episodes of the simplified second volume of "Poyun", because I couldn't publish it if I couldn't finish it. After finishing the manuscript, I started to come back and update the episodes of this article, mainly about the happy daily life of the Public Security Bureau, Ms. The Jagged Bar has a festive opening, etc. I want to explain some details about the future of the supporting characters in the article. They are all alive in my heart~

Since this article was serialized for eight months, I have made many difficult breakthroughs for myself, and there are still many areas for improvement.Every progress is stumbling, and every late night is painful. Fortunately, you have accompanied me through chapters, leaving messages, support, encouragement, criticism, error correction, spurs, throwing mines, drawing pictures, and composing. , Long commentary, Tongrenwen, driver's car... We witnessed the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the characters in the article, and shared our lives in 2019 through the Internet.

Because of the special subject matter and the reservation of the film and television copyright before the article was written, many contents were restricted by various families and aspects, and a line and some events were deleted. The family of Meng Zhao that I originally wanted to tell about ( Husband used to be an independent investigative reporter), Song Ping's family (Hao Xiujuan was a very pungent and story-telling doctor when she was young)...these have all been deleted.Fortunately, in the end, I kept the most core thing I wanted to express. It is my luck to be able to tell such a story for everyone.

I haven't thought about what to write in the next article. I have been late for several articles. I may want to change my mind and write an old article, but I still have to finish coding and publish the extra episode first, and then talk about it after the extra episode of this article~

In the next chapter, we will start sorting out the overlord tickets in the past few days~

Thank you everyone, I offer my knees to you and bow three times again~