Swallowing the Seas

As the zipper was pulled down, the body bag made a slight friction sound and hung onto the iron frame bed.

Nian Xiaoping's pupilless eyes were gray and black, and they suddenly jumped into Wu Yu's eyes.

"Are you scared, little brother?" Suddenly someone beside him asked with a smile.

When Wu Yu raised his head, he thought it was some policeman, but when he took a closer look, he saw that it was the driver of the funeral parlor who came in the forensic car from the police station, poking his head out of the car window out of boredom, talking to him with a smile.

Although the Caiying District Police Station is a large one, it is relatively poor among the first-level police stations because of its remote area. It has been talked about building a new type of dissection room for several years, but it has not been built until now. The forensic doctor has to find a driver from the funeral home to pull the corpse, and then take the box and car to the funeral home for an autopsy.

The driver has pulled dozens of corpses if not hundreds, and he has been familiar with it for a long time, and he can't get out of the car to walk around at the murder scene, so he is very happy to catch someone to chat with: "Hey, brother, you said you have a piece of paper." Son, why are you still afraid of seeing dead people, haven’t you seen them?”

Wu Yu smiled wryly: "I've seen it."

"Hey, then you just don't see enough! Like me, I deal with this all day long, and I don't feel like watching frozen meat. It's no problem to pull the car alone in the middle of the night!" The driver waved his hand triumphantly, and asked: "How many dead people have you seen as a policeman?"

"……a lot of."

"How much is a lot?" The driver nodded at himself with his thumb: "I have seen one that can form a battalion! There are all kinds of things! How about you?"

"... an army."

"Ah?" The driver was shocked: "Are you bragging?"

Wu Yu was noncommittal.

"Then you've seen so many, are you still afraid of Mao?"

"The more the more the more afraid."

"What, what do you mean?"

The driver was puzzled, but Wu Yu only twitched the corners of his mouth flatly under his stare: "The more I see, the more I realize that it's not puddles of frozen meat, but a person, how can I not be afraid?"

The driver's face was full of foggy expressions about what you are talking about.

Wu Yu didn't explain much, and waved his hands mockingly: "I'm the one who lived and went back." Then he zipped up the body bag.

——At this moment, a hand reached out from behind, grabbed his wrist and lowered it, forcing him to pull the body bag completely open again in this position.

When Wu Yu raised his head, Bu Chonghua was beside him.

Seeing that the leader was coming, the driver immediately retreated into the cab with apologetic smiles, and still gave Wu Yu a sympathetic look, which meant that if you were caught by the leader for being lazy, you better hurry up and ask for blessings.

However, Bu Chonghua seemed to have not heard him chatting with the driver at all, and called out: "Cai Lin."

Cai Lin sighed, and secretly winked at Wu Yu to tell him to run away.

"—Don't go," Bu Chonghua ordered suddenly without turning his head, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

Wu Yu had no choice but to stand beside the corpse.

"I said that He Xingxing is unlikely to be the murderer because of this wound." Putting on gloves, Bu Chonghua gently lifted Nian Xiaoping's exposed skirt, pointed at the rotten incision above the heart, and saw the wound around him. The flesh was ashes and swollen, and was washed away by the rain without blood, exuding an extremely strong and indescribable smell.

"The murder weapon pierced down from the gap between the ribs and went straight to the heart. It is about [-] centimeters long and [-] centimeters deep. Judging from its shape, it should be a sharp double-edged weapon. The double-edged knife is very easy to cause small However, there were no probing wounds, resisting wounds, or scratches caused by struggling and blocking on the skin of the deceased. There were no marks left by conditioned reflexes on the inside and outside of the hands and arms. What?"

Cai Lin rested his chin and listened earnestly, but Wu Yu didn't say a word.

"——First of all, Nian Xiaoping was indeed killed by one blow when she was completely unprepared and probably stunned. Secondly, the murderer was very skilled and powerful, and the psychological quality of the murder was extremely high. It could not be an afterthought. A gangster who stole a neighbor's motorcycle in a panic and escaped and was caught by the traffic police."

Wu Yu's eyes moved slightly, only to see Bu Chonghua put down Nian Xiaoping's cold hands, and put the body bag back on.

"Then, then you don't really believe the skeleton's confession?" Cai Lin was still hesitant: "The process of committing the crime is too ridiculous..."

"Cai Lin, you have to remember one thing." Bu Chonghua said: "Many times the testimony of eyewitnesses is quite different from the truth, but it just describes the truth from another angle."

Cai Lin's expression became even more confused: "That is to say——"

"Team, troop!" At this time, Liao Gang came from a distance with one foot deep and one shallow foot, and said loudly: "I asked the Caiying District Police Station to bring the witness to identify the scene, and now the person has arrived!"

Several of them turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw a police car parked on the rocky beach by the river bank. The captain of the criminal squad personally led two auxiliary policemen to escort a young man, pulled him out of the car, and walked far away. come.

"That's He Xingxing, doesn't he look tall? It's only two months away from turning eighteen." Liao Gang shook his head and said, "Fortunately, he is not an adult. I heard from the people at the Xiaogang Village Police Station that this kid will most likely be an adult in the future." Master who wants to 'go up the mountain', the detention center can't keep him..."

As soon as the words were finished, the boy suddenly staggered, saw the corpse on the iron frame next to the police car, and stopped straight.

"Why? Let's go!" The auxiliary police reprimanded impatiently.

"...Nian...Nian..." He Xingxing muttered a few notes in his mouth, suddenly hugged his head and shouted, scrambling back and forth: "Ghost! Ghost! There is a ghost!"

His scream was quite miserable, and everyone in the surrounding area looked around, even the captain of the criminal squad was anxious: "What are you doing? Stop!"

"I didn't do it! It wasn't me!"

"Stop, don't move!"

"It's not me! There's a ghost! Don't come here, don't come here!" The two auxiliary policemen couldn't catch He Xingxing alone. Panicked and hideous: "It's a ghost! It's a ghost!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-"

The shrill screams lingered on the scene for a long time, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Fuck," Liao Gang was also stunned: "What should we do now?"

"Take it back to the car and let Lao Zheng and the others watch." Bu Chonghua made a decisive decision and said, "Cai Lin, go and interrogate him yourself."

"So you mean, a dead skeleton came out of the grass, and you watched it kill Nian Xiaoping with a knife?!"

Half an hour later, in the police car of the police station, Cai Lin raised his voice and slammed the oppressive interrogation on the face of the boy opposite him.

He Xingxing is dark and thin, with his hands sticking out of his sleeves like two dead branches, clutching tightly together nervously, his natural curly hair has dried up after not washing for an unknown amount of time, his wide-eyed eyes Empty and lifeless, staring straight at the dust floating in the air in the compartment.

His face was black with gray and red, with a piece of gauze on his forehead, with dried blood still faintly showing on the edge, making his dull eyes particularly frightening.

Bu Chonghua stood outside the open car window, raised his chin inward, and said in a vaguely displeased voice, "What's going on?"

As soon as the words were finished, several policemen from the police station yelled at the same time: "It really has nothing to do with us!"

"The major homicide case is underage, and he dare not use all means. It seems that this kid himself has a rabies attack." The captain of the criminal team explained with a bitter face: "You didn't see the momentum, our team Xiaozhang just asked more questions. He said, "How could the skeleton move?" After that, the kid went crazy immediately, swearing and begging for mercy, and then slammed himself into the car window. If I didn't rush in and stop him quickly, he would Give us a kneeling nail board on the spot!"

A policeman on the side muttered in a low voice: "Let's act..." There were several stares from the surroundings.

Bu Chonghua said lightly: "Go to the next door and ask someone who graduated from Chinese opera to come and see if he can act so realistically?"

The policeman shrank his neck and dared not speak.

"I didn't lie, I didn't lie, I didn't kill it..." He Xingxing grabbed his hair hard, dandruff fell like snow flakes, and his chapped lips couldn't help trembling: "I really didn't kill it, it was a ghost, It’s a ghost, why don’t you believe that there are ghosts in this world!…”

Cai Lin interrupted him mercilessly: "On the night of May [-]nd at ten o'clock in the evening, you wait at the gate of the assembly plant until Nian Xiaoping, take the bus home together, get off at [-]:[-] and wait until the time of the incident. No one has seen you two either. Why did you pick her up that night?"

"I didn't, it wasn't me, I..."

"I asked you why you picked her up that night!"

"I like her!" He Xingxing roared hoarsely, "Because we were playing friends! I didn't kill her!"

"No one can prove the relationship between you." Cai Lin opened the thick interview transcript in front of him, turned a few pages, and sneered suddenly at the corner of his mouth: "Nian Xiaoping is a junior high school student, naive, childish, pure, innocent, And you are a gangster who dropped out of school, fought, stole and collected protection money. The owner of the convenience store downstairs has testified that you bought a box of condoms at his house a week before the incident, why? Huh?"

"I just……"

"Just what? Say, what are you trying to do to her by buying condoms?!"

He Xingxing roared: "It's really not me, I didn't do anything!"

The two looked at each other for a while, Cai Lin's gaze was like a sword, while the boy's eyes were bloodshot.

"Maybe you just didn't do it 'in person'." Cai Lin said slowly under He Xingxing's desperate stare, "Workers in the same workshop as Nian Xiaoping testified that she mentioned more than once that she wanted to save money to take her mother out of the city and back to her hometown , which means that there is a high possibility that she will break up with you. Maybe you just want to teach her a lesson, maybe you found someone else or a buddy, but you didn’t expect Nian Xiaoping to die. In desperation, you stole the neighbor’s motorcycle car, but throws itself into a trap on the highway..."

There was a clatter of the handcuffs, and all the veins on He Xingxing's neck burst out: "I said it wasn't me! It wasn't me!! I didn't find anyone, I don't want to kill her, please believe me!! Please believe—— "

"Then tell me the truth about that night." Cai Lin leaned back indifferently: "Don't talk to me about killing people with skeletons, what exactly did you see, and whether you have any concerns, tell me honestly. Otherwise, you are the biggest and only suspect in this murder."

The surroundings froze for a long time, and several eyes inside and outside the car were fixed on He Xingxing.

The boy's crazy and hoarse whispers finally slowly seeped out:

"...I saw a skeleton, a skeleton, with white bones on its face and hands, and white bones on its legs..."

"Damn it!" Everyone was discouraged at the same time, Liao Gang punched the car door and cursed: "Fuck!"

At this point, the mouth is still full of skulls and bones, how can the trial go on?

Cai Lin's expression didn't froze, and from the shape of his mouth, he probably scolded his mother silently: "Didn't you say that the murderer was wearing black long clothes and trousers? Where did you see that his legs were full of white bones? Can you give me a clue?" Don’t tell me the fuck?!”

"It's really a skeleton, with such a big head... so big..." He Xingxing was completely nervous, pulling his hair violently one after another, trembling and talking to himself constantly: "Why is there such a thing?" Ghosts? Why are there ghosts in this world? Why don't you believe me? Why don't you believe me?..."

"I really saw a ghost!" Liao Gang said angrily, "I think this kid is probably a suspect. What should I do now, boss? Do a psychiatric evaluation?"

Bu Chonghua didn't know what he was thinking, so he breathed out for a while. This action made his shoulders loose slightly, and the outline of the shoulder and back muscles under the straight shirt disappeared instantly.

"Not necessarily," he finally said.

Liao Gang thought he heard it wrong: "What?"

"He Xingxing, a gangster who is used to dealing with the police, even if he really wanted to kill someone, he wouldn't make up such a straightforward lie. It would be more likely to use excuses such as robbery and murder or falling into the water, so I tend to What did he actually see, the imagery representing the skeleton made such a deep impression on him that it caused a short-term memory impairment in the panic—in other words, PTSD."

Wu Yu was passing by not far away with a few evidence bags, when he heard something and stopped in his tracks.

"PTSD?" It happened that a policeman from the police station asked casually.

"Post-traumatic stress disorder, also known as war neurosis." Bu Chonghua glimpsed Wu Yu from the reflection in the car window, but ignored it: "It refers to the psychological state that usually occurs after people have experienced murder, war, and tragic accidents." Sequelae, including memory disturbance, palpitations and nightmares, emotional dissociation, and obsessive-compulsive recall of the most painful and frightening scenes... There is also a situation that has not been studied much in China at present. Even experienced criminal investigators can't see the signs of psychological trauma, but its hidden symptoms will intensify over time. This kind of silent and introverted victim is the most dangerous. Everyone thinks they have They have returned to normal life, but in fact their inner fear and despair are getting worse, and they may suddenly develop suicidal tendencies after many years, and they may even suddenly change from victims to perpetrators due to psychological imbalance."

A circle of young policemen seemed to understand.

Only Liao Gang looked at Bu Chonghua, seemed to suddenly think of something, seemed to interrupt, and fell silent again.

"He Xingxing's situation is a typical memory-disordered stress disorder. After two days of trauma, his subconscious tampered with, exaggerated, and magnified the most terrifying part of his experience. So now he will say the murderer Wearing black clothes, he later said that the murderer's limbs are all bones, which is the result of the interweaving of his subconscious fear fantasy and real memory."

"Then He Xingxing is crazy now?" The young policeman who asked the question just now scratched his chin, frowned and said, "This kid doesn't look like such a weak person, and the murderer didn't hurt him. Can you go crazy?"

"Shut up!" Liao Gang scolded, "What kind of mental illness, do you have any professional qualities, everything is about mental illness—"

"PTSD is not the same as a lunatic, and it is not something to be ashamed of. It has nothing to do with weakness or hypocrisy, but a natural reaction after experiencing trauma." Bu Chonghua interrupted coldly, "Even the strongest fighter on the battlefield may With PTSD, you never appreciate the harshness of what other people have been through, so don't jump to judgment."

The little policeman had just graduated, so he stood up straight for a moment in fright, muttering, unable to speak: "Yes... yes..."

Liao Gang was about to scold, but Bu Chonghua turned his head expressionlessly.

At this moment, he suddenly saw Wu Yu, who was reflected in the car window, slightly tilted his head to this side, with a rapt expression, as if he was listening to himself very intently.

--What's up with him?

Bu Chonghua frowned and turned his head, and their eyes suddenly collided.Wu Yu came back to his senses with a jolt, immediately lowered his eyes, turned and left.

His walking posture is actually a bit unnatural, which should be due to the pain in the back injury.

"..." Bu Chonghua watched the thin figure leave in a hurry, and a very strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

But that was only a moment, Cai Lin ran out of the car: "Boss, what should we do now?"

Everyone present was helpless, staring helplessly at He Xingxing who was curled up in the car and trembling.Bu Chonghua came back to his senses, and said "uh" in a low voice: "You let people go in with a pen and paper, and ask He Xingxing to draw the murderer he saw. I think the only thing that has not changed in his statement is the murderer's head. Therefore, the point of forming a stress disorder is likely to fall on this. Tell him not to care about the limbs, the key is to draw the head of the skeleton, as long as the police can be drawn, the police will believe him.”

Cai Lin was helpless, so he could only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor: "Yes!"

Dozens of police officers came to the embankment scene, digging soil, surveying, and picking stones. The whole place was very busy.Cai Lin sent the little policeman to the trace inspection station to get a pen and paper, and sent it back to He Xingxing in the police car. After a while, he saw the kid's dull black eyes round in the white sockets.

For some reason, Cai Lin felt that he could see the despair of a condemned prisoner in those eyes.

"Boss, do you think this kid is really good?" Liao Gang asked in a low voice, "He has been like this for 10 minutes, why don't you take him back to the bureau and lock him up for interrogation?"

Since the clerk handed over the pen and paper just now, He Xingxing only drew one stroke—not so much a "drawing" stroke, but rather a slash on the paper with all his strength, covering the plywood. The paper broke at the sound, and then he dropped the pen with a snap, covered his face trembling, and never changed his posture again.

Bu Chonghua stared at the boy's every move through the car window, and after deliberating for a moment, he said, "Ask Cai Lin to give him a cigarette."

The little policeman ran into the car to pass the message, Cai Lin lit a cigarette and handed it over: "Hello."

He Xingxing didn't move.

"Hey!" Cai Lin shouted, wanting to push away his hand covering his face.

He Xingxing shivered like an electric shock.

Cai Lin became a little impatient: "Relax! Draw whatever you think of, and come back to us if you don't think of it. Anyway, you..."

"Don't touch me!" As if a certain mechanism was suddenly touched, He Xingxing jumped up almost all over his body, waving his hands wildly and leaning back: "Don't touch me, don't touch me, ghost, ghost, ghost——"

There was a loud noise, the boy fell backwards with the chair on the ground, and everyone inside and outside the car changed color at the same time!

Cai Lin suddenly stood up: "Boss!"

Before the words were finished, the car door was pulled open, and Bu Chonghua strode in.The two clerks in the corner immediately got up and called Bu Detachment, but Bu Chonghua ignored him, pulled the boy up from the ground, ignored his sharp crying and resistance, pushed him into a chair to hold him down, and shouted condescendingly: "He Xingxing!"

These three words sounded like thunder, and He Xingxing responded with a huge shock, and then the pen and paper were photographed in front of his eyes.

"Didn't you say there are ghosts?" Bu Chonghua stared straight at the boy's eye sockets, his eyes almost penetrated into his brain through the retina, and dug out the red and white brain from the skull: "Since you said there are, Just draw it and show it to me. Don’t be afraid that you won’t be able to draw it or that no one will believe it, even just a few strokes are clues for our investigation, you don’t want to avenge the unjust death of Nian Xiaoping?”

He Xingxing's chapped lips trembled.

"She died in the wilderness, and you didn't dare to come to the city bureau to report the crime, so she died for more than 30 hours and all the evidence at the scene was destroyed before you waited for the police who could avenge her. Are you still a man?! "

"...But," He Xingxing's already big eyes almost turned blood red: "But they don't believe...they don't believe..."

"I believe you." The police car was silent, only to hear Bu Chonghua staring at the boy's pupils word by word: "I know you are very scared, and you start to have nightmares as soon as you close your eyes. Horrible scene. I know you hate yourself for being helpless and unable to save her, and also hate that there was no one to turn to for help at that time, and Nian Xiaoping's ghost will come at any time to drive you into a lunatic."

"But I also know that you like her and cannot be the murderer."

Under He Xingxing's red stare, Bu Chonghua pushed the cardboard inch by inch in front of him, and said, "I believe in you. Only by drawing the ghost can you save Nian Xiaoping and yourself."

Tears rolled down from the corners of He Xingxing's eyes, but he couldn't cry out, every bone in his body that didn't have much flesh seemed to be shaking.The inside and outside of the police car were so quiet that a needle could be heard falling on the ground. Everyone held their breath. Bu Chonghua just stared at him, and slowly let go of his hand and took half a step back.

"It...its head..." Finally, He Xingxing's inflected cry slowly penetrated: "Its head is very big..."

As soon as Bu Chonghua looked, Cai Lin quickly picked up the pen and handed it over.

"Its eyes are two holes, its nose is a hole, its teeth...the teeth are black..."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, He Xingxing finally drew a few clumsy lines on the paper, and the exaggerated and deformed human skull gradually appeared on the white paper.

"The top of the head is bulging, very bulging, very bulging..."

"Is it hair?" Bu Chonghua's voice was terribly steady, and he asked, "The top of the head is protruding. Is it hair or something else?"

"The top of the head... the top of the head..." He Xingxing muttered in a daze.

His gaze pierced through the air, as if returning to that nightmarish rainy night.Tens of thousands of rain lines run through the sky and the earth, and the whole world is full of deafening bangs; he fell into the muddy water, crazily moving his hands and feet backwards, and his inhuman screams were drowned in the torrential rain. Raise your blade high—

Let me go!I do not want to look!I do not want to see!A voice in my head begged frantically.

But then a stronger and more shocking voice resounded in my ears: "She died in the wilderness, but you dare not report the crime, are you still a man?"

"I know you like her, don't you want to save her?!"

"Don't you want to save her? Don't you want to save yourself?!"

He Xingxing's pupils constricted like pinpricks - he saw a train passing the rails in the rain in the distance, and a bright yellow light flashed, as if the camera shutter had frozen that moment deeply.

"It's not...it's not the hair," He Xingxing said hoarsely, "It's the hat...it's..."

As if suddenly catching a thread of spider silk from the void, He Xingxing grabbed the paper tremblingly and drew a few strokes: "It's a round hat! It's two hats made of bones!!"

Bang!

The car door was wide open, Bu Chonghua stepped out quickly, and handed over the portrait to Liao Gang who was the first to meet him: "Take He Xingxing back to the Nancheng Branch, and ask the sketch experts from the Criminal Investigation Bureau's Crime Research Office to interrogate him. A sketch for refinement."

"Yes!"

Bu Chonghua kept walking, striding towards the distant scene.Everyone in the open space was busy collecting evidence back and forth, but he clapped his hands hard twice, and everyone stopped what they were doing, and stood up to look at him solemnly.

"Notify the salvage team to screen both sides of the Sili River and the lower watershed to see if the serum chlorine penetration test in key areas can still be done, and try to find clues to the suspected murderer and the murder weapon. At the same time, we request the assistance of the Hydrology Bureau and call Regional precipitation statistics and river water regime reports on the day of the incident, and if possible, try to produce a distribution map of the city's water network."

The surroundings were silent except for the river, and if he said a word, the people below would remember it.

"Investigate and sort out the family, school, and social relations of the victim Nian Xiaoping and the informant He Xingxing, as well as everyone, everything, and all money transactions involved during the two people's interactions, focusing on verifying that Nian Xiaoping's school Teachers, colleagues at the place of work, and the doorman of the assembly factory. In addition, I interviewed the driver and passengers on the bus the two took on the night of the incident, and tried to restore as much as possible the period after Nian Xiaoping left the factory and before the two got off the bus. all the details in time."

"Also," Bu Chonghua turned to the forensic doctor of the police station, who immediately stepped forward and said, "There's no need to send the victim to the funeral parlor for autopsy, just send it to the sub-bureau and hand it over to the technical team."

Relieved, the forensic doctor nodded quickly: "Is there anything else you want to order?"

Bu Chonghua turned around and glanced in the direction of the police car not far away.

——The scene was left to the technical investigators, there was nothing to do outside the office, the detachment criminal police took the notes and materials from the scene, and were busy packing up their things and preparing to drive back, but Wu Yu happened to be stopped by Director Wang of the technical team and asked him to follow He raised his head and his feet one by one, and carried the iron frame bed where the corpse was placed into the car.

The iron frame bed was not light, and the back door of the technical team's cart was high. Just as Wu Yu lifted the legs of the bed, suddenly his back seemed to be struck by lightning, and his shoulders were pushed back under the stimulation of severe pain, and the obvious butterfly bone even protruded .

Director Wang asked out of breath, Wu Yu shook his head, probably did not explain.

"...It's nothing." Bu Chonghua said lightly.

Forensic doctor: "...Huh?"

But Bu Chonghua didn't say any more, and strode towards his jeep: "The field team is closed, let's go!"

"Post-traumatic stress disorder, also known as war neurosis, is a natural response to experiencing trauma..."

"It's not crazy, and it's not something to be ashamed of. Even the toughest fighters on the battlefield can suffer from PTSD. You'll never realize how harsh things others have experienced, so don't judge lightly."

……

Facing the back door of the blue and white forensic vehicle, with his back to the crowd, Wu Yu lit a cigarette with his head lowered and trembling slightly.

Suddenly, someone behind him shouted: "Hey, Xiao Wu!"

Wu Yu was startled, and saw that Director Wang wiped the sweat from his bald forehead, came over and took out half a pack of hard Chinese stuffed for him, and asked with a smile: "Is there anything you can do later? If not, stay and help us." As a physical evidence, go out to cook with the technical team at night?"

The boss of the technical team, Wang Jiuling, is known as Lao Wang next door. He likes poaching the wall most in his life, especially likes poaching good-looking young policemen from various departments.This great god is very famous in the entire public security system of Jinhai City, because from criminal investigation and anti-drugs to anti-pornography and anti-illegals, from anti-riot special police to the scripture protection office, except for Bu Chonghua who came on the scene with the BGM of the god of death, there is no one who has never dug According to his own words: "There is a shortage of people in technical positions, and if I don't dig some people to support the appearance, what will I use to deceive fresh graduates?"

Wu Yu responded vaguely, and Director Wang was very happy: "Young people are motivated! Good! Let me tell you Xiao Wu, our technical team has liked you for a long time, our benefits are high, the salary is good, the job is fulfilling and the leadership is gentle. It's a completely different thing to have a donkey face and a surname..."

Beep!

The car horn sounded twice, and Director Wang's expression changed, only to hear "that Bu guy" not far away saying loudly: "Wu Yu!"

Wu Yu turned around suddenly, and saw Bu Chonghua sitting in the SUV police car with the door half open, his shirt cuffs rolled up to his elbows, and one strong long leg propped on the ground, he patted the passenger.

"I said the morning's business is not over yet, I'll clean you up on the way back, forgot?" He cast a sharp look at the old Wang next door, and couldn't help but yell: "Come here!"