Swallowing the Seas

Lin Hao has always been a person with quick reflexes, but for several seconds he didn't understand what he heard, and it took a while to realize that Wu Yu actually didn't have a "home", and Xie Qianshan didn't need to say it either.

As for before the two characters "Wu Yu" and "Xie Qianshan" appeared...

"Okay." Lin Hao spit out this word without hesitation, paused and said patiently: "After meeting the person, no matter where you want to go, can I personally take you there?"

"……forget it."

"how?"

"It's gone." Wu Yu finally sat up from the chair, and with this movement, Lin Hao also sat up, and the distance between the two of them, who were facing each other just now, became farther away. I don’t think about those things anymore.”

Lin Hao was taken aback for a moment: "But..."

Wu Yu had already stood up, lowered his eyes and nodded at him: "Thank you." Then he turned around and walked out.

"Wait!" Lin Hao stepped forward, lowered his voice and said seriously: "You may not know how many seats will be vacant in the hall in the second half of the year, and two of them are quite good. Why don't you fight for those who can? I won't say Don’t those vain things about honor and future, such as economic income and personal safety, compare to working hard day and night, don’t you think?”

Wu Yu laughed at himself: "It's okay, I earn a lot from boxing."

"Do you think you are still 20 years old? What if someone beats you to death one day? Do you think the Bu detachment will wipe out the entire underground boxing market when they find out about this?!"

Wu Yu didn't answer.

"Wu Yu!" Lin Hao almost roared: "You have been like this all your life, and you never want to restore your real name and identity, do you?!"

The two stopped abruptly.

Turning a corner in the corridor outside the lounge, a group of people suddenly came face to face. As soon as they bumped into each other, they all stopped at the same time.

"..." Lin Hao reacted the fastest, stood still and said in a deep voice, "Feng Ting."

A group of people on the opposite side surrounded the two old men, and the one on the left was the original Feng Bureau of Yunnan Province, and now the Feng Hall.Wu Yu subconsciously wanted to step back and walk away, but when he moved his footsteps, he forcibly restrained himself. Feng Ting stepped forward in three steps at a time, grabbed his hand, turned around and said with a smile while holding his reading glasses : "I want to introduce you, this is Wu Yu, our police officer—"

Another old man was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, and he didn't really look old. Although he was also wearing tortoiseshell reading glasses, his drooping eyelids were raised, and there was a sharpness and sharpness unique to public security personnel in the depths of his pupils. He sized Wu Yu up and down. In a circle, he stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder heavily, and said with a smile:

"Release the officer."

Sights came from all directions, focused on Wu Yu, encouraging, admiring, amazed, admiring... There was also a trace of envy, like countless bright and clear demon mirrors.

Xie police officer, Wu Yu's mind seemed to have a huge clock ringing over and over again.

Feng Ting explained something to the old man in a low voice, the latter laughed and seemed quite satisfied, but Shaoqing heaved a long sigh with emotion.

Solve the police officer.

Wu Yu's hand was tightly held by Feng Ting.He knew what he should show, but in fact, the touch of that hand was so strong that it overwhelmed all perception, the nerve endings were tense to the extreme, and the palm was exuding cold moisture.

He can't control it.

He is sweating.

The old man turned his head and gave instructions to his followers in a low voice: "In our work, we really need to protect comrades who have made great achievements, even if they are 'out of line' occasionally, and try our best to solve their worries..."

"……no need."

Those demon mirrors shot again, and Wu Yu could see the changes in the expressions of those people out of the corner of his eyes, but he felt that there should be a smile on his face.

"I... that's fine."

"Release the police officer?" The old man paused.

Feng Ting became anxious, and softly scolded: "Exit the police officer!"

"..." Wu Yu smiled hastily again, raised his other hand, but paused in mid-air for a moment, then raised his eyebrows to salute: "Serve the people."

He withdrew his hand from Feng Ting's palm, turned around and walked downstairs, his pace getting faster and faster.

The wind at the end of the sky blew over tall buildings and streets, drowning out the laughter of young people during exercises at dusk, and swallowing the noise from the school gate and the bell after class.He quickened his pace in the wind, with sideburns and the corners of his clothes raised behind him, and he heard the young voice with longing: "If I can study, I will continue to read..." "Isn't the dream of being a criminal policeman all about wearing white clothes?" Shirt?" "Then you must make meritorious service to climb up!" In the blink of an eye, they were overwhelmed by the laughter and squabbles of the two, and they circled into the sky with the evening wind, disappearing into the prison's gray sky. in the wall.

Wu Yu ran up.

As if he was chasing something, he walked through the bustling business district, the busy streets, and the bustling sea of ​​people.He passed through the leaden clouds and misty water vapor in the rainy season, like a bird with wings wrapped in a cloud of cold moisture, swooping down, rushing towards the orderly and busy land, with no return in all directions.

beep—

Beep!

Car horns sounded one after another, traffic lights changed, and crowds rushed across the street.

He squatted down slowly on the ground, exhaled hot breath one after another, took out the key from his pocket with trembling hands, and held it tightly in his palm. After a long time, he finally buried his head between his knees, and let out a hoarse, fearful, pure venting sound, A sob no one could hear.

——Thunder resounded through the sky.

Jinhai.

"!"

Bu Chonghua woke up suddenly, and saw the clouds hanging low outside the front window of the car, the strong wind before the heavy rain rolled the leaves, scraped the window glass, and the phone in his pocket was buzzing.

"Hey?"

"—It's done!" The voice of his old classmate of the Procuratorate came from the phone, the background was a bit noisy, he was probably talking on the phone while walking: "[-] murder cases have been approved for investigation separately, and the formalities will be down to you on Monday In the bureau, but whether the murderer Gao Baokang committed suicide or homicide is currently unclear. Let's see if you can produce follow-up evidence... Don't say, you are really good. A bottle of transparent nail polish can reverse the entire murder case. How about forensic identification? I got goosebumps from seeing it! —Hey, where are you now, are you still waiting at the gate of our courtyard?"

Bu Chonghua turned his head and took a look. People were hurrying on the road, and opposite was the gate of the Jinhai City Procuratorate.

"Well."

"Are you here? Then don't leave, let's get together tonight, last time the shop ordered a whole roasted whole lamb with two pieces of beer..."

"Don't eat, go home."

"Call Lao Yang, Lao Qian and the others—ah? Where are you going?"

"Go home," Bu Chonghua turned the key and started the car with a bang. The side view mirror outside the glass window reflected the corner of his mouth with an upward curve: "There are people waiting for dinner at home."

"Bu Chonghua—?! Come out from the west side of the sun, right? Are you a fucking liar?!..."

Bu Chonghua hung up the phone and gently threw the phone to the passenger seat. The Wrangler turned around on the rainy street and drove towards the city center.

boom -

After the lightning, there was thunder and thunder, and the sound of rain gradually rose, making thousands of puddles, large and small, on the ground.

Under the gray sky, the lights of every house in the community have been turned on.The elevator door opened with a ding, and the corridors of one elevator and one household were bright and majestic. Bu Chonghua came out carrying two takeaway paper bags like a gust of wind, and stood in front of the house to settle.

He took a deep breath, looked at the blurred reflection of the anti-theft door, and suddenly a strange thought flashed through his mind, as if he felt that his hair was a little disheveled by the rain.

He subconsciously raised his hand and stroked it, followed by another pause, even laughing at himself, coughed and cleared his throat and pushed open the door:

"I am back!"

The semi-circular living room didn't turn on the lights, and it looked a little empty, and the heavy rain made thousands of traces on the floor-to-ceiling windows.Bu Chonghua looked up the stairs, put the takeaway on the open kitchen bar, and raised his voice: "It's time to eat! Wu Yu!"

No one answered.

"..." Bu Chonghua stood in the middle of the empty house, seemingly unable to react for a moment.

"Wu Yu?" He whispered.

He went upstairs and pushed open the door of the guest bedroom. The room still had the messy look it had when he left yesterday morning. The bathroom door was ajar, and Wu Yu's used towels were casually hung on the doorknob.There is no one in the gym next to the guest bedroom, and neither are the master and second bedrooms downstairs. Outside the enclosed balcony is the city's stormy sky.

Bu Chonghua's heart beat wildly, and his steps became very light, as if he didn't want to disturb an addictive and fragile dream.

He pushed open the door of the study, and the other door connected to the study was the piano practice room, and the wall lights were shining through the cracks in the door.

"..." His footsteps stopped unknowingly, and he just stared at the glimmer of light for so long, and whispered to himself for a while, "It's time to eat, Wu Yu, come out."

There was no movement.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the door of the piano practice room, and his slender and powerful fingers slipped silently from mid-air.

As the torrential rain waters the city, the rushing sound of thousands of water lines is deafening, and through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, it becomes a distant and hazy sound like a tide.

I don't know how long I stood there, but Bu Chonghua finally turned around slowly, his brows and eyes were as calm as if he had been frozen, and his movements were very steady, he went outside to take out the takeaway and heated it up, and put it in the dishes he usually eats , just like how one person has performed it thousands of times, sitting on the same high stool by the bar and starting to eat.

Spoons clinked against cutlery, making a slight clink, but it was hard to hear amidst the sound of heavy rain all over the world.

"Hey, I've always been curious, how much does it cost to buy such a big house in Jinhai?" the person opposite asked while cooking steaming rice under the light.

He heard his own voice as if from another time and space: "Look at the location, do you want to buy a house?"

"I'm just curious about your loan repayment situation. After all, you're not like the kind of person who collects money to release people on bail."

"Why is it different? Don't you know that our leaders are all rent-seeking, corrupt and corrupt?"

"Ha ha--"

……

"My biggest dream," the man said while eating a steamed stuffed bun with mushrooms and bamboo shoots, his black eyelashes curved at the end of his eyes, and the indifferent expression on his face seemed to have some kind of unexplainable attraction. It is hard to look away: "It is to grow on the sofa every day after get off work, to be a silent and serene uncle who gradually becomes round."

"Have you said that your dream is to slowly become round?"

There were footsteps on the stairs, and the figure blew upstairs like the wind: "Dreams are dreams, reality is reality!"

……

Bu Chonghua laughed, even though he didn't even notice the smile.The chandelier cast his lonely silhouette on the marble countertop, and the sky outside the window had darkened into a damp and cold darkness; after some time, he loosened his hands holding the bowls and chopsticks, and rubbed his face vigorously amidst the sound of clinking , buried his eyebrows deeply in the palm of his hand.

The sorrow, longing and longing that could no longer be suppressed finally broke through the embankment, like an overwhelming flood that submerged all senses.

"I'm the one who killed people! One person does things and the other person is in charge, it has nothing to do with Bu Chonghua!"

"They didn't embarrass you, did they?..."

"Where's Bu Chonghua?!" The man in the confinement room smashed the TV screen with one foot, like a scarred beast with nowhere to go: "Where is Bu Chonghua!——"

Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand and held down the phone on the table, almost deliberately blocking his brain from thinking, and without giving himself any time to hesitate, he closed his eyes to unlock the interface, and pressed down hard on Wu Yu's phone in the missed call record with his thumb. two words.When the sound was dialed out, the moment he opened his eyes, his heart seemed to stop beating, and the world went away, leaving only the screen of the phone in front of him——

"Hi, the user you dialed has switched off..."

Snapped!

Bu Chonghua slapped the phone on the table, inserted one hand into the hair on his forehead, and then rubbed his red eyes.The muscles in his shoulders and neck under his shirt were tense, and the five fingers holding the phone were so hard that the blue veins protruded, and the muscles in his throat were dry and convulsed.

How could he just leave like this?

How could he not answer my call?

"Hello, Liao Gang," Bu Chonghua called another number, his voice hoarse and difficult to distinguish: "Wu Yu is still in the office today, if not, send me his registered address... what?"

"Xu Bureau prepared a field case and said that he was sent to other places, so he didn't come to work all day today." Liao Gang drove the car, amidst the honking of the horn in the evening rush hour, he said loudly: "I wanted to say hello to you, but you didn't come today, so... hello? Hello team?"

——Outside?

As if a splash of cold water poured down his head, Bu Chonghua's burning fire was boiled and suppressed, and the white smoke rose up, revealing a trace of cold and sober surprise.

which field?What did you do?

With Wu Yu's delicate and sensitive identity, how could Bureau Xu decide to send him to another place alone? Not to mention whether Bureau Xu has enough authority, but why he, the direct leader of his immediate superior, didn't even hear the slightest rumor?

unless--

Bu Chonghua's brain seemed to be split into two parts. One part erupted with long-suppressed emotions, like magma covering the ground and burning; , and even the calm expression on the surface did not change at all, and he called Song Ping again, and he was connected almost immediately:

"Hello, Zhonghua?"

"Lin Hao brought Wu Yu back to Yundian, why didn't he inform me about this in advance?"

Even though Song Ping had been prepared for a long time, he was still choked up by this sharp questioning method, and he sighed after a few seconds: "To tell you the truth, Chonghua, although I don't really agree with this matter, I have no objection either." reason."

"..."

"Wu Yu was brought to Yundian by Zhang Boming 13 years ago, and arranged to come to Jinhai from Yundian 13 years later. If Zhang Boming hadn't died, Wu Yu might still follow him after the mission was over. Return to the original place; but now that Zhang Boming is dead, Wu Yu’s original place of residence has been cancelled, and the ownership can only be counted to Yundian, and it is only temporarily arranged to come to Jinhai for avoiding disaster and some other reasons."

As if a needle pierced the eardrum, Bu Chonghua's pupils constricted slightly.

"So if something happens or there is any urgent need, the ownership of Wu Yu cannot be transferred to Jin Hai." Song Ping got up from the swivel chair, stood in front of the office window, squinted and looked out the window: "Now Do you understand it?"

In fact, everyone should have already understood this point. Why did Lin Hao rush from the Yundian Provincial Department to the Nancheng Branch overnight when Wu Yu was locked up in the confinement room? A call from China to Song Ping.And even if Song Ping wanted to roll up his sleeves and beat Wu Yu himself, and received a call from Feng Ting, who was at the same level as him, he could only wave his hands and give up easily.

——But whenever Bu Chonghua thought of the scene outside the confinement room late at night, the first thing that came to mind was Wu Yu who seemed to want to turn around to look at him again, but was stopped by some kind of force, and suddenly stopped That part of the neck.

"I understand." The two ends of the phone were silent for a long time, and finally Bu Chonghua's deep voice came, saying, "But Wu Yu's ownership does not belong to Yundian either."

"He belongs only to himself."

Song Ping was slightly stunned, and the phone was hung up.

"..." He slowly put down his phone, looked out at the cloudy and rainy sky through the wet glass window, took off his glasses and rubbed his nose for a while.

The shrapnel left on his calf and the dozens of steel nails on the upper waist of his arm will still be painful even on rainy days more than 30 years later, but no one would have expected this at the beginning, including the young and energetic him. Own.

Young man——!

Song Ping had mixed feelings, and he sighed helplessly, shook his head, turned around and walked back behind the big desk.

Bu Chonghua grabbed the umbrella, wallet, and car keys, hurriedly picked up his coat, strode out the door, directly got off the elevator from the garage, and opened the text message box on his mobile phone while starting the jeep.

Even Bureau Song has learned to use WeChat these days, and the grandson surnamed Wu is still using text messages. As a result, Bu Chonghua's SMS box is full of verification codes, and only the word Wu Yu hangs in the middle, which is thriving.

——[I'm going to Yundian tonight. 】

The six words showed that the transmission was successful, Bu Chonghua turned off the phone screen, started the car, and the Jeep made a beautiful triangle U-turn and drove out of the garage. In an instant, the torrential rain poured down, smashing the windows on all sides into a vast expanse of whiteness.

The next moment, the wheels rubbed against the ground with a sharp sound, and the jeep stopped suddenly.

The windshield wipers drew fan-shaped water marks on the front window of the car, and the headlights penetrated the rain curtain, illuminating the square inch of land under the eaves in front of the building.Wu Yu was carrying two take-out plastic bags. He didn't know whether it was because of the cold or exhaustion. He was wrapping his sodden black jacket tightly. His hair was dripping wet. He turned his head to the car lights that were on behind him, and was stunned. .

Misty rain shrouded Jinhai City, and the lanterns lined up along the Hong Kong Bridge in a long line. Farther away, there was a tiny lighthouse floating on the sea, and the sound of the tide was rushing away into the distance.

"Did you have meal?"

"No, I'm waiting for you."

"...What if I don't come back?"

Bu Chonghua looked at Wu Yu without blinking, his eyes seemed to hide complex and difficult emotions, he patted the co-driver for a long time: "Get in the car, go home."

The sky was full of clouds, looking down from a high place, the jeep's passenger door opened and closed, and it retreated back to the garage of the building.

After a while, the lights of the duplex apartment on the top floor were also turned on, and the clinking of bowls and chopsticks, footsteps of slippers, and swaying figures could be seen from the gaps in the floor-to-ceiling curtains. , Passing through the heavy gray rain curtain, a vague warm yellow is reflected in the sky.

Volume Two, Five Zero Two: Under the Skeleton Head Case