Swallowing the Seas

"Damn, it's been reposted tens of thousands..." "Real-time trending number 3!"

There was a lot of noise in the big office of the criminal investigation detachment, and half of the detachment was crowded in front of Cai Lin's computer.Bu Chonghua pushed the door in with two cups in hand, frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

"Boss!" Cai Lin rushed out, "Look, Gao Ling's case is trending!"

Everyone hastily got out of the way, Bu Chonghua's face sank like water, holding a thermos in one hand, and stuffing a mug in the other hand to Wu Yu, who was caught off guard, got up and squeezed in front of the computer. The first thing that bore the brunt was a high-definition enlarged picture——

On the screen, police lights flickering in the distance can be vaguely seen, reflecting the reflective warning line. Forensic doctor Xiaogui's face is livid, and Cai Lin's facial features are shifted from vomiting. The two are bowing down to put a stretcher on the ground.On the stretcher was the body of Gao Ling who had been a giant. The bruises and swelling were shocking. Only the face was mosaiced, and the rest of the body was uncovered.

[Jinhai City breaks out!Take you to see the news for the first time! 】

[Shoot directly at the front line of the criminal police, and pay tribute to those who carry forward with heavy burdens! 】

[New developments in the bone murder case, another girl victim in Silihe? ! 】

[Summer is coming, don't let your children swim in unfamiliar waters, otherwise this is a lesson! ! 】

……

"Salute to your sister, salute to your paralysis!" Cai Lin was furious: "Which grandson took a picture of this on the scene with a mobile phone. I took a picture of you! You are not afraid that Gao Ling can go to you at night, at least give me Grandpa Cai, can you make a mosaic, it’s the first time in my fucking life that I’m on the trending search, and the hot reviews say I look like a monkey?!”

Bu Zhonghua Senbai's face was expressionless, and he quickly flipped through a few of the most widely circulated pictures. First of all, he confirmed one thing: Wu Yu was not captured in any pictures.

No one noticed that his tense shoulders loosened silently.

Bu Chonghua closed his eyes, and the crime scene under the hazy early morning sky came to mind. The memory was accurately pinpointed, and every detail of each frame was quickly retrieved—seven or eight finger-guessing games The criminal police, the inspector who rushed to get the gas mask in a panic, the trace inspector who quickly cleared the way back and forth with the inspection board, the criminal camera with flashing lights one after another, and several interns from the brigade swarming up...

"Dog handler," Bu Chonghua opened his eyes.

"Ah? Who?"

"When you moved the corpse to the river beach, a few people went up to help. There were a few newcomers from the police dog brigade behind, which matched the shooting angle of these pictures. Liao Gang!"

Liao Gang quickly squeezed in: "Hey!"

"Contact the Internet Information Office to say that the clues of the serious case have been leaked, find a way to block the keywords, block the pictures if the keywords are unavailable, and call the police dog brigade instructor to confiscate the mobile phones of those people." Bu Chonghua got up and ordered: "Once it is found out, it is Whoever, the assistant police dismissed immediately, the intern returned, and the student police notified the school to record a major demerit, just say what I said.”

"Yes!"

Cai Linchi got up, followed Liao Gang's footsteps step by step, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Liao, you are my own brother, can the Internet police help you find out who the grandsons who said I look like a monkey are? This thing is a personal attack, I am such a handsome young man, if I look like the Monkey King..."

Everyone in the Criminal Investigation Detachment received curious inquiries from relatives, friends, and classmates, and there was a lot of noise surrounding the jingling of mobile phones.Only Wu Yu was very quiet, standing outside the crowd, staring in astonishment at the full cup that Bu Chonghua stuffed——

hot milk.

No matter how you look at it, such a heartwarming scene should never have happened to Bu Chonghua. After a long while, Wu Yu finally hesitated and took a sip, and the next second: "Pfft!"

This must be overdue!

Wu Yu coughed from choking, just as he was about to pour the milk into the potted plant while no one was paying attention, when Bu Chonghua turned his head across the crowd, with an unquestionable expression on his face, pointing his finger at him a little far away, meaning no, sure, pour .

Wu Yu: "..."

Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows at him, when the phone rang suddenly, and he looked down, the caller showed Chen Yuanliang, the old scholar from the Institute of Folklore Culture who had promised to help them look up information.

"Hello, Old Chen?"

"Is it the Bu detachment?" Old Chen's voice was hoarse, and he didn't know if he was in a hurry: "My student just showed me Weibo trending searches, did the Silihe case have a second victim?" ?!"

Bu Chonghua paused for a while.

"Are you at the Public Security Bureau? I'll come right over." The page flipped through the call, and without waiting for an answer, Mr. Chen pointed into the microphone like a machine gun and said, "My student found some information that may be useful to you—— It's about that skull helmet!"

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Half an hour later, the reception room.

After only a few days of not seeing each other, Mr. Chen became haggard, with two huge dark circles under his reading glasses.In the large guest room, only the slight movement of paper flipping could be heard. After a while, Bu Chonghua closed the material, sorted out his thoughts, and pondered: "So the helmet worn by the murderer may be a real cultural relic?"

The door opened with a click, and it wasn't the intern Xiao Suicui who came in with a hot water bottle, but Wu Yu, who respectfully made a Lipton black tea bag for the old expert in a disposable paper cup.

Bu Chonghua: "..."

Not to mention the detachment leaders, even Xu Ju and even Song Ju had never seen this attentive service attitude. Bu Chonghua pinched the straight bridge of the nose with his fingertips.

"Thank you, thank you." Mr. Chen didn't know that he was enjoying the treatment at the main hall level. After receiving the disposable paper cup, he turned to Bu Chonghua worriedly: "On the foreign museum information map you showed me, that Gabala On the top of the skull, there are small holes left by the "opening" method of Xiu Powa, and the number is quite large, which shows that the owner of the skull was indeed a great lama. As for the real cultural relics or imitations worn by the murderer in the Silihe case, the theory is It is said that the helmet can only be confirmed—but I just heard from the students that there was another victim, is this true? It was also a girl?"

Bu Chonghua didn't say anything.

Mr. Chen had already got the answer from the dead silence, sighed and put the paper cup on the tea table, sighing: "It's a crime, it's a crime!"

Wu Yu leaned back against the window sill, and couldn't help but ask, "Can only the head of a great lama be used as a helmet?"

"If it is an ordinary skull bowl, it is possible to use the skulls of monks or the skulls of living sacrifices offered by chieftains, but it is recorded in the literature that only great lamas can be used as helmets." Old Chen said in the stack in front of Bu Chonghua I took a pat on the printed material and said: "I also went around to inquire about the magic weapon of the helmet in your hands, which is said to be made of the skull of a great lama who failed to kill others with a curse. It was auctioned at a high price in Europe and was later donated to a museum. Because of the extremely rare quantity and complicated production process of this kind of helmet, it is usually not taken out to practice like ordinary Gabala bowls, and it is only worn on specific occasions. .”

Bu Chonghua already had a premonition of the specific occasion in his words: "A living sacrifice?"

"Yes, a living sacrifice." Old Chen said solemnly.

He clattered through the information and pointed to a few pages of Thangka color prints: "Blood Drinker King Kong, Mahakala, Bandaram, Duke Shilun... If you look at these old Thangkas that summon the gods, you will I found one of the most prominent features: the gods hold skull bowls as drinking shapes, and the bowls are filled with fresh human brains. The reason why there are so many images related to the head and the brain is that the human head is the most important and original source of spiritual practice. The gathering place, where the souls and powers of all people will gather on the top of the skull after death."

Wu Yu carefully pointed to his temple: "The soul of the great lama who was executed...?"

"Yes." Mr. Chen affirmed his question without hesitation: "Gold-winged Garuda is carved on the front of the human bone helmet, and the corpse is carved on the top of the skull, and the inner side is cast with copper and silver. It is used to consecrate the soul. This kind of human bone helmet has been passed down in the serf society for hundreds of years, and it is engraved with gods and spirits. It is only used when a living person is used as a sacrifice. I don’t know how many serfs have been killed , it is already a very evil and dangerous old thing.”

The great lama who died with resentment was made into a human bone helmet, engraved with countless mysterious religious symbols and evil spells, and continued to be worn by people who slaughtered countless human sacrifices... If the soul of this great lama is attached to the On the helmet, his resentment is really soaring, it is more than enough to take out ten Sadakos.

Wu Yu folded his arms on his chest, and he was absorbed in listening, but he didn't know what was going on in his head.

Bu Chonghua glanced at him a few times, knowing what level of treatment he could enjoy, so he got up and took a glass of water by himself, and stood in front of the water dispenser and asked casually: "But even if it is a real cultural relic hidden in the folk, Soak it in the river and it should be ruined, why did the murderer throw millions of dollars into the water?"

Old Chen put his wrinkled hands in front of him, and looked behind the reading glasses seriously at the back of the young criminal investigation detachment leader. There was no hint of joking in his tone: "I suspect he is crazy. Something in the helmet took control."

Bu Chonghua turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

"We talk about Marxism and atheism, and your police officers have passed the civil service examination, so you shouldn't believe this." Chen Laoqing said with a pale face: "But when we study folk culture, we will indeed find that many things cannot be used in modern times. To explain it scientifically, those karma, feng shui evil spirits, foreign ghost houses, unexplainable suicide resorts... If they are all coincidences, it would be too far-fetched. To give the most direct example, those illiterate herdsmen in Tibet, Had a high fever, had a dream, and suddenly could recite hundreds of thousands of words of King Gesar without a teacher, can modern science be used to explain these heaven-sent singers?"

"..."

"Originally mediocre children can recall their past and present lives when they come into contact with the magic tools of the great lama, especially the remains, and immediately transform into eminent monks and great virtues. These are very common in Tibetan literature records. There are generations everywhere, so is it true that everyone in every dynasty and every generation is telling a lie at the same time?"

Bu Chonghua remained silent.

"If there is something in the human bone helmet that affected the murderer, causing him to go crazy and kill people at random... I think it is also possible." Mr. Chen took off his presbyopic glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. That’s why some people say that the end of science is philosophy, and the end of philosophy is theology.”

Bu Chonghua took a sip of water, and Leng Jun couldn't see what he was thinking from the profile. After a while, he said slowly: "If the motive of the crime can't be found, I will consider your opinion."

Mr. Chen exhaled, and frowned again: "The victim this time is also a female student?"

Bu Chonghua didn't mention Gao Ling's background, but said, "She's a teenage girl."

"Any feature?"

Bu Chonghua pondered for a moment, Wu Yu hesitated at the side and asked, "Does the sacrifice have to be a virgin?"

Old Chen didn't react: "In theory, it should be..."

"What if you're pregnant?"

"Ah?" Old Chen was stunned for a few seconds, then his face turned pale with shock: "So there were two victims?!"

"...Ah?" Wu Yu hesitated, "The fetus...can't be considered a victim, right?"

Old Chen and Wu Yu looked at each other for a moment, both of them were confused by what they were talking about.Bu Chonghua leaned on the side of his forehead and sighed, and said: "He means that the teenage girl is pregnant, it's not that there is another pregnant woman besides the little girl... Wu Yu, you have to say everything, think about it The receptivity of the elderly."

Mr. Chen said "Oh--", holding his reading glasses in embarrassment and laughing: "I'm getting old and can't keep up with the trend. At that time, we all got married first and had children... It's good, it's good."

What's so good, love early and give birth to a second child for the country?

Bu Chonghua shook his head dumbfounded, then changed the subject and asked, "Have you ever heard of pregnant women being used as human sacrifices?"

"Pregnant woman—" Chen Lao thought for a while, and gestured at the navel in front of him: "Do you know the three chakras and seven chakras?"

Wu Yu didn't know why, so Bu Chonghua asked, "Nippon Chakra?"

"No, this position belongs to the navel chakra on men, and the 'submarine chakra' on women. The uterus is the 'sea bottom'. It is indeed a material for making magical instruments—but it does not include fetuses." Chen Lao said seriously: "I have studied folk religions for many years. The legends of those great lamas who cut open the abdomen of pregnant women to eat fetuses are just scary, and there is no evidence to support them. Several other popular cults did not use fetuses to sacrifice evil gods. So the murderer deliberately The possibility of killing a pregnant woman should be relatively small."

Bu Chonghua nodded, got up and shook hands with Mr. Chen politely: "Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule, we will carefully consider these clues you provided. There is another thing, if you can find out in the industry Information related to human bones, such as who likes to collect these things, is there someone who specializes in buying and selling these collections..."

"Understood, I understand." Chen Lao held Bu Chonghua tightly with his wrinkled hands, and looked at him seriously: "Anywhere you need help, please don't hesitate to ask, I will try my best! Keep in touch!"

Wu Yu's attitude towards knowledgeable people was obviously different, and he offered to send Old Chen out of the police station, but the old man repeatedly refused, so Bu Chonghua called an intern from the corridor to take him downstairs.The old pedant stayed up for a few days and searched for documents everywhere. He stumbled when he walked out of the criminal investigation detachment building and almost fell down the steps. Fortunately, the two young students he brought were always waiting at the door. He rushed forward to help him, and hurriedly helped him into the car.

Bu Chonghua withdrew his gaze, only to hear Wu Yu ask behind him: "What do you think?"

"What do you think?" Bu Chonghua turned around and asked.

Wu Yu put one hand in his trouser pocket, and focused on playing with the lighter with the other: "I quite believe it."

"..."

"What kind of expression do you have? I'm not a high-achieving student who graduated from a prestigious school like you." Wu Yu said with a smile: "If you are like me and stay in that poor and chaotic border for more than ten years, you will dance with witches, living Buddhas, and dancers every day." The great gods and the little ghosts are mixed together, and they are embarrassed to go out without wearing an amulet around their necks, and you believe in these things."

"……why?"

"Drug dealers believe in it." Wu Yu glanced at him as if feeling quite interesting: "The more drug dealers, the more you believe in this. Walk around the most chaotic place in the Golden Triangle. Nine out of ten drug lords believe in Buddhism. You have no distractions." People are of course the opposite."

Bu Chonghua was indifferent to his cryptic ridicule, and said lightly: "I don't mean that. On the contrary, if the murderer is really a fanatical cult believer, and he understands the religious significance represented by the skull helmet, he is strongly psychologically suggested to kill." 'Sacrifice' is possible."

"Oh?"

"But psychological suggestion is included in human behavior and still belongs to the category of modern science." Bu Chonghua said in the sound of Wu Yu's ignition: "I believe that karma is a kind of man-made, Feng Shui The theory is the result of multiple factors such as geography, psychology, coincidence, and group effect. But I don’t believe in ghosts and gods, and all farces directed in the name of ghosts and gods must be full of human fingerprints behind the curtain.”

As soon as Wu Yu stopped his fingers, the flames were put away, and he said with a smile: "You who have studied well are really good at speaking."

"It's easy to say, people who have passed the civil service exam all speak in this tone." Bu Chonghua didn't take it seriously, and walked out of the reception room first. Wu Yu took out a cigarette from the cigarette case while following him, and suddenly he only heard something in his mind. He paused: "By the way, that Liu Li—"

Wu Yu followed the footsteps and paused: "What are you doing?"

"Old Shao's nephew from the anti-drug detachment next door is at the Heyun Road Police Station. They can't meet the drug catch quota for this month. They want to take Liu Li to the top and send him to a forced rehabilitation center after the incident. Do you have any objection?"

"Ah?" Wu Yu was holding a cigarette by his mouth: "What should I say?"

The two of them stood facing each other by the corridor window, Wu Yu's eyes were blank, his description was thin, a cigarette was lightly dangling between his teeth, and the lighter was still unlit.

Obviously two completely unrelated scenes, but that moment suddenly coincided with a moment in memory——

"You don't smoke?" Someone whispered in his ear, biting their canine teeth, every word was full of condescending provocation: "Then I'll teach you?"

Bu Chonghua's pupils shrank slightly, and his face seemed to become a little strange in an instant, but before anyone could notice the abnormality, he snatched the cigarette from Wu Yu's mouth first: "Still smoking! How many cigarettes do you have?" , Do you want more lungs! Have you drank the milk?"

Wu Yu: "..."

"Drink it, go home and sleep, come back to work the night shift at night and wait for the autopsy results, go!"

Bu Chonghua rubbed the cigarette into the trash can and threw Wu Yu into the elevator without any explanation, and pressed the down button with his own hands.With a slap, Wu Yu's lighter went blank, and turned around to stare at him angrily: "It's just your expired milk, which is so rotten that you force people to drink it, you're almost done!"

Bu Chonghua thought that your sister was out of date, you still choose a bag of milk powder for 200 yuan, your grandson is really close, so he impatiently reprimanded: "Imported milk powder is like that!"

Ding--

The elevator door slowly closed between the two of them, and then slid down.

"..." Wu Yu looked puzzled, and whispered to himself for a while, "Yo, so it was imported?"