Swallowing the Seas

Nine p.m.

Wu Yu walked out of the subway station, wearing a black baseball cap on his head, only showing a straight nose and fair chin.With his hands in his pockets, he was wrapped up in the turbulent crowd of people rushing towards the lights, and came to Yongli Street in the city center where there were many nightclubs and KTVs, and then he ducked into the back door of a bar with ease.

Ding--

As soon as the golden bell rang on the ring, applause, cheers, and whistles erupted instantly, almost toppling the entire roof.The referee and host strode forward, grabbed the winner's hand and raised it high, and the excited voice resounded throughout the audience: "—'Red Whirlwind' has won again! This is his seventh consecutive victory, seven Winning streak! Tonight's challenger still hasn't left his name on this stage—!"

The Vietnamese boxers in red jerseys stared coldly at the audience, while the losers could only stagger up while covering their bleeding ears, cursed and got out of the ring, and quickly disappeared behind the jubilant audience.

“恭喜为‘红旋风’下注的支持者！让我们来看看下一场他的赔率是多少——1:3！下一场红旋风的赔率是1:3！！蓝方赔率1:3.8！！”

Such a small difference in odds pushed the audience's emotions to a peak. The audience cheered wildly with colored lights flashing wildly. Countless people held banknotes and rushed to throw them into the red cash box.

"Can 'Red Whirlwind' continue his undefeated myth? Has the opponent who defeated him not yet been born?!" The host shouted hoarsely into the microphone: "Don't walk away! We'll be back in half an hour!!"

The sound of boiling people passed through the veiled curtains to the backstage, deafening people's ears.Wu Yu took off his short jacket and hung it on the hanger. The black slim-fit T-shirt in his raised hands outlined his thin and lean shoulders and back.

"5 yuan, the old rules, the first two and the last three." The bar owner slapped two stacks of banknotes in front of him, and his fingers were so fat that the flesh around the big gold ring squeezed out: "The money box takes [-]% as a tip Take half of it, and you can join in as a live dealer, hey, let me tell you, this is a special treatment! Don't say that brothers don't take care of you!"

Wu Yu lowered his head and took off his shoes, his expression unmoved: "I don't want to be a dealer."

"Hey—you!" The fat boss looked kindly feeding the donkey's liver and lungs, forcibly pulled his shoulders a little closer, and said sincerely: "I can tell you the truth. The vietnamese came to fight seven games , Every scene is either blood or broken bones. Last week, the Guangdong boxing champion is still lying in the ICU today. The medical expenses alone cost me this amount... Is it easy for me? Do you think it is easy for me to make a deal?! Oh, today It's all up to you, I won't talk nonsense, I'll give you [-]% of the bet, brother, I'll be the host, please drink a lot of wine at night, and call the two girls well!..."

Wu Yu grabbed his hand and moved it away from his shoulder, and patted the back of that fat hand:

"No, let's discount it."

The fat boss almost choked on his own saliva, and saw him turn around and walk towards the door of the locker room.

"You, you, hello——" The corner of the fat man's mouth twitched for a few seconds, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of the faded jacket on the hanger, and couldn't help but feel heartbroken: "You money-grubber! Are you planning to take so much money to the coffin? If there is no tomorrow today, you will be greedy to death!"

Wu Yu raised the curtain with one hand and looked back at him.

Fat boss: "..."

The owner of the bar has seen many boxers. This business is exciting, the money is quick, and there are many people who eat, drink, whore, gamble, get drunk, and dream.Many outstanding boxers have fought for several years, leaving only a full body of disabilities, but they can't even save a penny.

But the young man in front of him was different.

Wu Yu's gaze was neither sinister nor hostile, most of the time it was not lethal, and could even be described as loose.But I don't know why, everyone said that this little brother has a good temper, but the bar owner always felt that there was something heavy in his eyes.

"—Hi! Look at my crow's mouth!" The fat boss patted his chubby face, "Bah! Bah! Tong Yan Wuji is blown by the wind, Tong Yan Wuji is blown by the wind!"

Wu Yu pointed at him with a finger, and the hustle and bustle under the arena not far away could be described as boiling:

"Your business is getting bigger and bigger. Be careful to call the police. Just accept it when you see it."

Fatty: "Hey - who are you more rambunctious than me, right? There are so many murder, arson, embezzlement, and robbery out there. Why are you looking for me? Ah, why are you looking for me? How could those notes find me..."

Wu Yu ignored him, turned around, walked through the backstage, and walked straight to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

At the corner under the ring, the Vietnamese boxer stared at Wu Yu with sullen and fierce eyes. He didn't look back until he walked into the bathroom, and snorted contemptuously.

"Be careful of that kid, he was found by the dealer." His master ordered someone to give him massage and water delivery: "I've inquired, this person doesn't usually come out, but whenever someone from other places comes If there are too many, the fat man will bid a high price to find him to compete. It should be a hard idea, and you can’t figure it out. Such low odds show that the banker has confidence in him.”

"..."

The Vietnamese boxer took the towel and threw it on the pillar with a bang.

"Looks good, embroidered pillow." He laughed and jumped onto the ring under the master's disapproving gaze.

Ding--!

The golden bell struck hard, the referee stepped back quickly, and there were sharp boos and applause from the audience.The Vietnamese threw off his red cloak, revealing his muscular and exaggerated upper body, spat twice into his palms, and looked at his opponent with ill intentions; while Wu Yu stood where he was, wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt In sports shorts, he lowered his head and moved his shoulders a few times, a few strands of black hair slid down his forehead and dangled in front of his eyes.

"Go! Go! Hit him!"

"Come on, Red Whirlwind! Fuck you!!"

……

Wu Yu raised his eyes, his pupils were bright, the hustle and bustle receded in an instant, and the breath around him was concentrated.

"Little girl," the Vietnamese scoffed, and rushed up like lightning!

The only rule of this kind of underground arena is that there are no rules.No gloves, no protective gear, kicking the crotch, biting the teeth and tearing the hands, doing everything in pursuit of bloody excitement; when the rumors were not so strict two years ago, many boxing rings were life and death. The fat man in this bar is quite a good man, and he hasn't killed anyone so far. It is precisely because of this that the scene is getting bigger and bigger, and it can even attract black boxers from other Southeast Asian countries to come to make money.

Wu Yu leaned back slightly, and the wind of fierce fists blew across his face.The Vietnamese didn't expect him to be able to dodge it, he turned around with a hush, grabbed Wu Yu's elbow, and swung him up in the air!

"Wow—" the audience stopped screaming.

boom!

The Vietnamese slammed Wu Yu down hard with an over-the-shoulder slam, and landed on his back with a dull thud!

"...!" In an instant, Wu Yu felt that all internal organs were out of place, as if twenty or so ribs were shattered at the same time, and a stream of blood rushed straight to his throat. The iron fist of the Vietnamese from the top of the head!

"It's over!" Someone blurted out.

The fat man folded his arms and leaned against the backstage door, and calmly said two words: "Not yet."

At the very moment, the Vietnamese punch stopped abruptly, as if it had crashed into a cotton wall, and could no longer move forward - Wu Yu was lying on his back, and with a very strange and tricky gesture, he strangled the Vietnamese arm left and right , and then click hard!

The Vietnamese were all blown up.

His arm was bent in the opposite direction to the limit, and his elbow was dislocated!

That's simply too fast, not to mention the naked eye, even if you rewind at double speed, you may not be able to see Wu Yu's movements clearly.He rolled up on the ground, and before the Vietnamese had time to raise his head, his neck was chained, and he heard a "boom!" from the neck bone; He tripped his opponent to the ground cleanly, hooked the Vietnamese throat with his arm from behind, and hanged him in the blink of an eye!

From the ground-to-ground fight to the sharp turn in victory and defeat, it took no more than three seconds before and after, and the surroundings were quiet for a moment before suddenly bursting out: "Okay!"

"#￥￥%#￥..." The Vietnamese couldn't make a sound with all his strength. He only felt that his throat was bent inch by inch, and the blood in his whole body recoiled into the sky, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Wu Yu——

At this moment, the gentle and dull appearance faded away from this young man, revealing the opposite side deep in his soul.

His eyes seemed to have changed completely.If the Vietnamese are sane, they should feel a little fear.

Unfortunately, no one can see this scene at the moment.

"Fuck him! Good job!" "Kill him! Kill him!" "Kill him! Kill him!"

……

The cheers from all directions rose higher and higher, and gradually turned into distorted background sounds.Wu Yu stared at the increasingly bloodshot eyeballs of the Vietnamese, and saw his bruised mouth open and close as hard as he could, but no sound came out.

But he understood that it was a Vietnamese swear word.

A very familiar pronunciation that he had heard many times.

In fact, nothing has changed over the years, no matter in Myanmar, Chiang Rai, or after returning to China, no matter who I am loyal to or who I work for; it is always just doing the same thing over and over again.

Wu Yu was in a trance for a moment, and instinctively used the force he was most familiar with with his elbow.In the next second, I only heard a few crunching sounds of throat rubbing, the eyes of the Vietnamese protruded, and two bloody arrows suddenly shot out from the mouth and nose!

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The loud bang of the golden bell brought Wu Yu back to his senses, and he let go of the Vietnamese.Fortunately, before he had time to kill him, the latter staggered to his knees, rolling over, coughing and vomiting violently, and the emergency personnel who had been arranged by the bar rushed to the ring with a simple stretcher.

The referee grabbed Wu Yu's hand and raised it high, hissing something, but Wu Yu couldn't hear clearly.The surrounding atmosphere is becoming more and more heated. Those who win the money are excited and crazy, and those who lose money grab everything they can throw out and throw it out desperately. Shrill yells such as "Vietnamese die" and "Monkey go back" are mixed with the cheers , everyone was jumping and shouting like crazy.

Wu Yu closed his eyes.

He withdrew his hand and walked towards the back of the arena. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the ghosts and ghosts, and suddenly stopped.

——Not far from the stage, a young man in his 30s and [-]s was sitting in the auditorium wearing a dark gray shirt, black trousers and leather shoes.The colorful strobe lights were reflected in his eyes, shining brightly, and he just looked at Wu Yu smiling and applauding.

Wu Yu's pupils tightened slightly.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of wind behind him.

At some point, the Vietnamese grabbed a fragment of a wine bottle from under the stage, broke away from the emergency personnel, his eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed towards Wu Yu!

In this extremely chaotic scene stimulated by alcohol and blood, no one could notice the abnormality immediately, even the nearest referee didn't react, the Vietnamese took a sharp piece of glass and stabbed Wu Yu's back!

call!

Wu Yu turned around abruptly, and the shimmering fragments clung to the back of the T-shirt, and the fabric ripped apart soundlessly.

At the same moment, he grabbed the Vietnamese man by the back of the neck, slashed the opponent's ankle with his feet, and caused the opponent to lose his balance with just one blow. He fell forward and threw himself on the sharp ring pillar!

The noise of the whole world faded away, and the Vietnamese saw only the tip of the column, which was approaching rapidly in the needle-sized pupil, and he heard the god of death smirking and chopping down the sickle——

But then just listen to: Pop! !

The Vietnamese's eyes darkened, he felt pain, and the pounce stopped; Wu Yu put his palms on his eyes, lifting his upper body vigorously, and the back of his hand was half an inch away from the top of the ring pillar!

There was a loud crash, and Wu Yu threw him out.The Vietnamese fell to the ground on his back, and was rushed up by the security guards and emergency personnel, and was carried away in a hurry.

"@￥#@#￥￥%..." The Vietnamese master jumped onto the stage, bowed and muttered loudly, which meant begging for mercy and thanking him.But Wu Yu just looked at him, stood quietly for a moment, then turned around and jumped off the ring.

The young man in a suit and leather shoes in the distance stood up towards him, but this time Wu Yu didn't look at anyone, and walked straight backstage.

"Here, [-]," swished three stacks of banknotes a yard in front of him, and stomped another paper bag in front of his eyes. Just by listening to the sound, he could tell that the weight was quite heavy, and the fat man laughed so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes: "This is The promised dividend, brother, I will increase it to [-]% for you, how about it? I knew that our Angkor would definitely be able to kill the monkeys in Vietnam, right, right?"

The surrounding employees are all cheering, and the compliments are endless.

"You don't have to live in such a simple way, come out to play a few more games, and earn more when you can make money, huh?" The fat man squeezed his ass to Wu Yu's side, and persuaded him earnestly: "Next time you come, come forward To be a live dealer, or if the two of us form a joint stock company, I don’t think there is any boxing field in this district of Wing Li Street that can be successful, and our eyes should be set on the whole of Jinhai, and even North China..."

Wu Yu tied up his shoelaces, stood up and patted the fat man on the shoulder.

"Huh?" Fatty was flattered.

"In the future, don't come to me for rounds below 20 yuan."

Wu Yu frowned, picked up the purse under the fat man's gaping stare, wrapped it in his coat, put it under his arm, and walked out the back door of the bar.

At [-]:[-], the bus wobbled to a stop in front of the platform.

Wu Yu held the rolled-up jacket in one hand, put the other in his trouser pocket and got out of the car. He walked across the long street in the middle of the night, making sharp turns, and walked into the winding and narrow alleys of the old city.

One of every two street lamps is broken, and the moonlight shines on the winding stone road. The two sides of the originally narrow path are full of sundries from every household: piles of stone tiles, urine buckets, cardboard boxes, rusty and dusty Twenty-eight large bars, covered with oilcloth, ready to be rolled out of the tricycle tomorrow morning.The lights in the row of bungalows on the side of the road had already been turned off. Wu Yu lowered his head and walked out of the alley without pausing at all. He turned lightly like a ghost, and disappeared into another fork in the back-shaped alley.

A few seconds later, a pair of well-made leather shoes came out of the shadows and stopped lightly at the fork. The bluish-white moonlight finally illuminated the face of the stalker—it was the young man in the shirt and trousers in the bar.

He frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and breathed out as if admitting defeat: "Wu..."

A hand flashed from behind him, grabbed his throat with lightning speed, and slammed his whole body against the stone wall!

Crash!The gray and gravel on the wall fell like drizzle.

"I said don't follow me," Wu Yu pressed against the follower's ear, and said softly, "Lin, Hao."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Lin Hao coughed for a long time and finally managed to stop, but he was still unable to speak because his throat was pinched, so he raised his hand and gestured behind Wu Yu.

Wu Yu tilted his head slightly, and sure enough, not far behind him, two plainclothes men who had just sprung out hesitated and stopped, their expressions tense as if they were facing a formidable enemy. After a few seconds of confrontation, they finally retreated step by step into the darkness unwillingly. inside.

Wu Yu let go of his hand, Lin Hao let out a big breath, rubbed his neck and said with a helpless wry smile: "Look, we really don't have any malicious intentions, we are just simply protecting you—"

Wu Yu interrupted him, his voice was straight and without any ups and downs: "No need."

Lin Hao had a helpless expression: "They are just following orders..."

"roll!"

Lin Hao's eyes moved slightly, and his mouth seemed to want to explain something, but then Wu Yu turned around and walked into the darkness.

"Hey, Wu Yu!" Lin Hao caught up a few steps forward, and coughed again because his voice raised, but he didn't mind, so he coughed and laughed loudly: "I like you very much, let's go out for a drink someday !"

This time Wu Yu didn't even turn his head: "Drink your sister."

Lin Hao couldn't help laughing, and then it turned into a big laugh. When he looked up again, the thin and sharp figure had disappeared at the end of the moonlight.

With a splash, the hot water poured down, and the plastic shower curtain was quickly splashed with dots of water.

Wu Yu closed his eyes in the water, the light through the thin eyelids smudged the whole world into a hazy yellow, the familiar dull pain gradually climbed from the back ribs to the brain, it was the extremely vicious over-the-shoulder fall of the Vietnamese boxer.Although it won't break the tendons and bones, it may take ten days and a half months to slow down.

After all, he is no longer in his twenties when he can work hard.

Perhaps it was the effect of the hot air, Wu Yu's thoughts drifted for a moment, and a pair of fierce blood-red eyes gradually emerged from the deep black and chaotic subconsciousness - it was the Vietnamese who was strangled by the throat in the ring just now, struggling desperately and furious.

"Hit! Hit!" "Vietnamese!" "Kill him!"

The colorful lights around the arena were dazzling, and the waves of crazy cheers were louder and louder.

"Hit!" "Kill him!" "Traitor!"

In the dark torture chamber, every muffled sound of a ball smashing a bone, or a head hitting a stone wall, was eerily clear.

"The lackey of the cop!"

"Don't say kill him!"

"kill him!!"

……

Numerous chaotic curses submerge into the deep sea, and the water pressure rapidly expands, depriving the lungs of the last trace of oxygen——

"Cough, cough, cough!" Wu Yu suddenly burst into a choking cough.

He hurriedly fumbled to turn off the shower, and didn't even feel that he had bumped his hand. He slowly squatted on the ground while leaning on the wall, shaking uncontrollably all over his body.Humming from the brain to the eardrums made him unable to distinguish between consciousness and reality for a moment, and it took a long time before he heard hoarse and rapid panting in the bathroom, as if he was a distressed beast, it was himself.

No, no, he forced himself to think over and over again, it can't go on like this.

If it goes on like this, you will die.

He couldn't tell whether it was the fear or the longing that came from the depths of his soul, so he quickly forced himself to calm down, got up and wiped his wet face vigorously, wrapped himself in a towel and walked out of the simple bathroom, his profile was in the misty mirror when he went out In a flash, the light ink tattoo pattern from the lower back of the neck to the shoulder blades undulates slightly with the movement.

A few changes of clothes were piled up in disorder on the single plank bed in the bedroom. Wu Yu grabbed a pair of loose trousers and put them on. With her thin upper body naked, she took out a paper bag from the jacket she brought back tonight, and dumped all the banknotes on the table. , One by one, I clicked twice, through this process, I finally calmed down, and my chaotic brain gradually returned to its usual calm and clear.

He knelt on the ground, pulled out the safe under the bed, and threw the paper bag full of money into it.Two or three of the same paper bag had already been stored in the safe. He took out a thin ledger and wrote down the sum, and then carefully calculated the latest total. As expected, it was exactly the same as the result of his mental calculation on the way home. People are more satisfied with the number; then he locked the safe and pushed it back under the bed, got up and loosened his shoulders and neck with relief, and let out a long breath.

A clock hung on the wall of the small bedroom, and the second hand made a slight ticking sound, 12:30 in the middle of the night.

Wu Yu wiped his hair with a towel in one hand, and slowly drank a glass of ice water in the other. His eyes wandered from the bookshelf next to the bed: "Criminal Evidence", "Introduction to Foreign Police Affairs", "Public Security Informatics", "Crime Site Investigation"...

Rows of familiar books made him distracted for a moment, and he unconsciously thought of his current immediate boss—the one who was said to be the head of the criminal investigation detachment who was airborne at a young age, surrounded by many auras such as a famous school family background, and wearing an aura of being owed by others every day. He is a workaholic with 500 million expressions.

Wu Yu shook his head mockingly.

——Young elites like Bu Chonghua, who are three miles away, can make a little broken reminder like him feel an aura called "can't afford to mess with".

Wu Yu picked out "Public Security Informatics" from the row of professional books, flipped to the page that he hadn't finished reading last week, took out his glasses, put them on, and flicked on the bedside lamp.

The night wind gently brushed against the window lattice, shaking the gauze curtain almost invisibly.

Suddenly Wu Yu looked up as if he felt something.

"..."

He got up and stood on the side of the window near the wall, gently opened the gauze curtain with a pen, and looked out with a frown.

Downstairs of the residents in the old residential area, moths rustled against the street lamps, and the shadows of trees smeared thick or light ink blobs in the dark night.In the bushes, a spark flickered on and off, it was a cigarette butt.

Lin Hao stood under the tree, and the street lamp pulled the figure out of the old man. I saw that he was typing something with the mobile phone in one hand, and a cigarette in the other hand. He suddenly stopped his movements as if feeling something, and looked up.

But just before the eyes met, Wu Yu moved his fingers lightly, and the curtains were quietly closed in an instant.

The light circle of the bedside lamp outlines the outline of his side face, the eyelashes are clearly drooping, the smooth nose is smudged with a small piece of warm yellow, the neck is glowing with ivory luster, winding all the way to hide in the deep collarbone.However, from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks, he was completely submerged in the shadow of midnight, and there was a slight glint of light in his black and white eyes, like broken ice gently colliding in a glass.

"..." His lips moved, and it was vaguely a two-word swear word, but he didn't curse out loud.

Wu Yu took the book and fell on the single bed, too lazy to worry about the group of people downstairs. In the shabby room, only the second hand ticked regularly. After a while, he adjusted his glasses, and gently turned over a page filled with densely packed notes. page.