Swallowing the Seas

"...You have come back alive, why do you still blame your superior Zhang Boming?"

"Public security personnel always have to face sacrifices and trade-offs, either heavier than Mount Tai, or as light as a feather..."

"We are sure that Zhang Boming did not make any mistakes in his judgment. Why have you been so obsessed with your superior's orders for so many years!"

……

From all directions came countless noises, chatter, near and far.Wu Yu was sitting in an armchair, and the pale daylight outside the iron window was cut into several long squares by the railing, reflecting the shadows of a crowd whispering not far away, every note was filled with worries, fears and doubts, monitoring The device glows green in the corner.

"What did you tell Zhang Boming?" Someone asked seriously.

"I didn't say anything."

"Then how could he commit suicide suddenly?"

"I do not know why either."

"What reason did he have for suddenly committing suicide?"

"I really don't..."

"Zhang Boming committed suicide without any reason." "Why did he suddenly commit suicide after meeting you?" "What did you say the last time you met?" "Does Zhang Boming's death have anything to do with you?" "Does it have anything to do with you?" ?!"

……

These questions have been repeated countless times, and then he even forgot what he said. He just felt like swimming in an endless dark sea, with thunder and lightning falling on his head, and tsunami and raging waves rushing towards his face. Han's roar finally gradually turned into a sentence, piercing directly from the eardrum into the brain, and then penetrating every inch of bone in the body from the brain——

Why can you come back alive?

Why can you come back alive?

12 years of cliff wire, [-] days and nights of horror, everyone should be ecstatic for this huge feat, but Zhang Boming only left the world with a pool of blood in the end. How much secret is there between you?

What was his death to hide?

"...I quit, can I quit?" Wu Yu hugged her head, just wanting to shrink herself into a corner in the dark depths, repeating nervously over and over again: "I don't want to be a policeman anymore, I quit..."

Please let me go from here, I really don’t want to see that uniform again, I don’t want to see that police badge hanging high above my head as if it’s about to be cut off at any time——

Wu Yu's body convulsed, and he tried his best to raise his head, boom!

The back of his head hit the wall hard, and the next moment he woke up suddenly.

It was a small closed office with no windows or lights.There is only a single bed and a writing desk in the room. The TV hanging against the wall is in a silent state. I don’t know which evening news is playing. The changing fluorescent lights are faintly projected on the four walls, which is the only light source in the middle of the night.

Wu Yu sat up, with a headache that seemed to be sawing. He barely raised his left hand to his eyes, and found that the dressing had been changed again, and there were waves of numb pain in his palm under the bandage.

The gauze was carefully wrapped, but it was a little tight. He tried to move his five fingers, but the joints were not very flexible.

"...Is anyone there?" he hoarse.

There was silence outside the door.

Wu Yu got up and walked to the door, and pressed the immobile doorknob: "Is anyone there? Can I turn on the light?"

Still no answer.

The flat face of the host flashed on the TV, with meticulous makeup and hair, and his mouth opening and closing.The evening news was almost over, subtitles appeared on the screen, and the fluorescent light made the confinement room darker and more oppressive, like a lone boat drifting in another time and space.

With empty hands, Wu Yu turned around in a daze, and suddenly caught a glimpse of takeaway lunch boxes and paper towels and chopsticks on the writing desk beside the bed.He opened the lid with trembling hands, and was caught off guard by the smell of meat. Inside were fried rice, vegetables, braised pork ribs, and roasted chicken with mushrooms, which were surprisingly rich and neatly packed.

Wu Yu raised his head and let out a big breath, then he threw the lunch box up and down, plop!

The soup splashed all over the wall, and the pieces of meat rolled all over the floor.Wu Yu's entire esophagus dragged his throat twitching and hurting, he turned around and slammed on the door, resisting the desire to vomit and shouted: "Is there anyone? Can you turn on the light?!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!

"Are they all fucking dead?! Can you turn on the light, can you!!" Wu Yu couldn't suppress his manic emotions, and he punched the door with his left hand, leaving four wet fingerprints immediately, exhausted He cursed as hard as he could: "Fuck!"

He backed up to the bed and sat down, biting the bandage on the joint of his left index finger as if venting, his nose smelled of blood mixed with medicine, but it couldn't completely cover up the lingering smell of food oil in the confined space.

Sections of braised pork ribs were scattered on the feet, and some rolled into the dust. Under the dust, the red meat was visible, and the white meat was bones. The cooked meat fibers were thrown open, like countless small empty mouths to him.

"Why don't you eat us?" he heard the little mouths ask.

Wu Yu pinched his forehead with one hand and remained silent.

"Why don't you eat us?"

"..."

"You're so hungry, you're starving to death, why don't you eat us?"

He seemed to have suddenly become very small. Standing on the wasteland outside the village, all the figures crowded around him.Looking out from the dry legs and feet, you can see a black cauldron in the center of the crowd, with boiling water evaporating white steam and making a gurgling sound.

Rows of burning houses in the distance have not been extinguished, and trucks are roaring and galloping back and forth on the field ridge shrouded in black smoke, occasionally mixed with sporadic gunshots.The sound of the wind passed through the crowd, and there were bursts of whistle-like sharp whimpers. I didn't know whether it was breathing or sobbing.

"Who hid the person? Do you want to tell me?!"

With a bang, the gunshots rang out, the crowd trembled, and the depressing hum became clearer.

"You guys are so courageous! The boss dares to hide people under his nose, don't they all want to die?!"

Bang bang, two more empty gunshots sounded, and the whimpering increased sharply, and was immediately suppressed by fear.

"Squeeze all these bastards over here! Let me eat!" Someone screamed at the top of their voices: "Everyone is not allowed to run away! Come and eat!——"

Wu Yu seemed to be packed into a short and thin shell that didn't fit her stature, and her sightlines became very low. Looking up from this angle, the shapes of the trees on the edge of the open space were jagged and mottled, like trees stretching out from the ground. Withered hands stabbed at the iron-gray sky, a large mass was hanging on the treetops, and the scarlet liquid was dripping down.

He desperately stretched out his hand to reach the thing down and hold it in his arms, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach it.

He had spent all those years trying to reach it on tiptoe, but he had never reached it.

Even though it was just a tattered suit of clothes.

"...Let me out..." Wu Yu stuck his hands into the back of his head, every word seemed to be squeezed out of his chest: "Please, let me out..."

He stood up like a trapped animal, but he had nowhere to go. He walked around the confinement room twice, with hot blood bubbling from his lungs and throat, and he couldn't bear to kick him.

Crash!The TV screen was kicked through, the wires rattled, and the room was suddenly pitch black.

bang!The door panel was snapped in response, and the wall dust mixed with cement rustled down.

Boom-!

The writing desk was kicked over, Wu Yu forced his last breath, and shouted with all his strength: "Let me out! Is there a fucking person? I quit!"

The doorknob clicked, and then it was pushed open. Haijin City Public Security Bureau Chief Song Ping showed up at the door with a few people: "What are you doing!"

Wu Yu panted roughly and turned her head, her eyes were red and bloodshot, and her sweat-soaked temple hair stuck to her forehead, making her face even more pale.

"Look at what you look like now!" Song Ping walked into the room quickly, pointed at the messy food on the floor and the sizzling screen, and reprimanded: "Look, see what kind of crazy you are here, you **** Is it crazy? Do you still look like a policeman?!"

Wu Yu stared at Song Ping, his dry Adam's apple rolled up and down: "...I didn't want to be a policeman at first."

Behind Song Ping, Xu Ju, Director Chen and the others were stunned at the same time.

"I'm quitting," Wu Yu retreated as if helplessly defeated, staggered back half a step, and said, "I'm resigning."

--I resign.

The confinement room was silent for a while, and Xu Ju was the first to react: "Nonsense!"

"Look at him, look at his temper," Director Chen said incoherently, pointing his fingers back and forth in mid-air like a convulsion: "It's because of this, ah, it's because of this, look at his doggy temper ?! Must be seriously criticized, must be seriously criticized..."

"Old Chen, go out first." Song Ping couldn't help but push Director Chen out of the room, along with several other attendants, then turned around and walked towards Wu Yu with a serious and livid face: "What did you just say, repeat it again ?”

Wu Yu gasped and laughed, mockingly: "Repeat what? Isn't this what you want?"

"You're dreaming!" Song Ping paused.

"..."

"The suspect is dead. Old Xu took someone to question you normally. Which sentence is wrong with you? The confinement room was closed for one night, and there was food, drink, TV, and a change of medicine. Which point is worthy of your grievance? From Myanmar and Yunnan To bring you here across half of China in North China, files need to be changed, information needs to be changed, layers of personnel procedures need to be transferred, and security protection needs to be arranged. Do you think it is easy? How many people have paid the price to protect you? Have you ever looked into it?!"

"It's not easy for anyone to live in this world! Don't think that you are the most wronged!" Song Ping almost said angrily at Wu Yu's face: "If you say you don't do it, you don't do it. Turn around and die on the street tomorrow. You Who do you think you have successfully revenged?! Only those who have protected you will remember you!"

Everyone else is crowded outside the corridor, no one dares to approach.

This is actually a very absurd scene. In the messy confinement room, the big boss who is over half a century old and has the police number 001 in Jinhai City, stares at each other with an ordinary young criminal policeman.

"...You know what a fart," Wu Yu said with a sneer, bloodshot eyes crisscrossing his eyes, "No one will remember me."

Song Ping choked his breath in his chest: "You!"

Wu Yu looked past Song Ping and looked outside the door.The corridor is empty and bright in the middle of the night, and there is an iron gate in the distance, and the criminal investigation detachment is on the upper floor; it was a very strange place to him just two months ago, but the strange thing is, looking at the stairs now, The paint on every inch of handrails, the pattern of every floor tile, even every office door, and the figures behind the doors sitting at the desks or looking tired and lazy, all gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Their time together was so short that no one would remember him.But maybe the elite named Bu will remember that there was once a person named Wu Yu.

"...Where's Bu Chonghua?" Wu Yu took a trembling breath and asked.

Song Ping was furious and didn't know why: "What?!"

"Where's Bu Chonghua?"

"You are not allowed to go anywhere if you stay here." Song Ping made a decisive decision: "No one is allowed to look for it, and no other words are allowed to be mentioned. You just stay calm for two days and come out after you have figured it out. They asked You are hiding in Jinhai for a reason, but I don’t have time to talk to you bastard right now, Old Xu!”

Xu Ju stepped in: "Hey!"

"Lock the door and send two guards. No one is allowed to see him!"

Xu Ju opened his mouth, as if he wanted to persuade him, but in the face of Song Ping's once-in-a-lifetime fury, he couldn't speak easily.

Wu Yu's expression was manic and suppressed to the extreme, like a prisoner who had nowhere to go, he raised his head and let out a long breath, then dodged past Song Ping and wanted to go out.

"Wait!" Song Ping stretched out his hand to grab him: "Where are you going?!"

"let me go."

"I asked where are you going?"

"let me go!"

Wu Yu walked out regardless, Song Ping grabbed his elbow forcefully: "I tell you to stop!"

For a moment, Wu Yu's tough tone exploded, he grabbed Song Ping's wrist and put it aside, and shouted: "I tell you to let me go!"

Wu Yu pushed Song Ping's throat with his palm, and pushed him back a few steps, bumping into the overturned writing desk.Xu Ju turned pale with shock, and before he could yell out, Song Ping got up without saying a word, clenched his fist and hit Wu Yu's elbow with numbness, twisted his left arm while Wu Yu's left side was limp, and hit the wall Press on the face, boom!

No one could have imagined that Boss Song could be so nimble and agile. Wu Yu's right cheek hit the wall, and his vision went dark.

"Do you think that no one here dares to do anything to you?" Song Ping said angrily.

Half of Wu Yu's face was pressed against the wall under the huge restraining force. Song Ping looked at him closely and gritted his teeth: "I tell you that the surname is Xie. No one here has the right to beat you up, except me!"

"...Come on, come on, come on!" Director Chen was out of his wits and rushed out all the way: "Come on, come on! Let's fight!"

"What a big deal! What are you shouting about!" Song Ju turned around and scolded.

At this time, his hand was pushed away abruptly, and when he turned his head, he saw Wu Yu panting heavily, turning his head away, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said word by word: "...how old are you?!"

His expression was not so much that of an undercover criminal policeman, but rather that of a desperate drug dealer stalking the border. Song Ping felt a chill in his heart at the same time - at the same time, he was kicked back by Wu Yu, and he was caught off guard Take a few steps backwards!

There were a few crackling sounds, and Song Ping stepped on the TV screen that fell to the ground, and it was shattered into several pieces under the electric light!

beep beep-

The jeep stopped in front of the criminal investigation detachment building. Before Liao Gang had time to apply the handbrake, Bu Chonghua had already pushed the door open and strode up the steps.

"Hey team, wait for me!"

Liao Gang hurriedly jumped out of the car, and was about to catch up when Bu Chonghua suddenly stopped: "Secretary Ou?"

A chubby middle-aged man was standing in front of the duty room, and when he heard this, he turned around, and it was indeed Song Ping's secretary, Lao Ou, who was shocked when he saw Bu Chonghua: "Hey Bu Detachment, why did you come here? How is your injury? Hurry up and find a stool to sit down..."

Bu Chonghua raised his hand to stop him, and asked bluntly, "Where is Bureau Song at the top?"

Secretary Ou said: "Ah, that's not true. Bureau Song has already arrived. He came separately from me. I just picked up someone and rushed here."

Bu Chonghua's eyebrows twitched slightly, but for some reason, he suddenly had a premonition in his heart: "Who will pick up?"

"pick me up."

——In an instant, Bu Chonghua recognized who the voice was.

A young man wearing a silver-gray suit, a white shirt, and soft-soled shoes stood not far away. He cut off the mobile phone that had just been talking in his ear, looked up and smiled at Bu Chonghua, and reached out to him Shake it hard.

"I met with the Bu Detachment again." Lin Hao was still very capable, but there seemed to be a hint of worry and apology in his smiling eyes, and said, "It's really a coincidence that we met under such circumstances."