Swallowing the Seas

A red flag car stopped abruptly in front of the sub-bureau, Song Ping got out of the car in a hurry, and didn't even bother to say hello to the deputy director of the sub-bureau, and asked directly: "Where is the person?"

"In Lao Xu's office, the mood is not very stable..."

Song Ping's face was not very good-looking, and he dropped the words "Got it", and walked quickly into the criminal investigation detachment building, and then saw a figure not far from the elevator entrance, and suddenly felt something wrong, and the conditioned reflex suddenly He paused.

——That’s Yan Yan.

The arrogant and domineering little boy 20 years ago has grown up, and the impoverished young criminal policeman has grown old; time flies by in this collision, which is too fast for people to react.

There was a trace of gloom between Yan Yan's handsome brows, then she lowered her eyes slightly, put out the cigarette butt by the window sill, threw it into the trash can, turned and left without saying a word.

"What's the matter, Director Song?"

"..." Song Ping watched the figure disappear into the crowd, then withdrew his eyes and said hoarsely: "It's nothing." Then he turned around suddenly and walked up the stairs quickly.

"Not to mention that we have recusal rules, but the current degree of danger of this case has far exceeded what was originally expected. Our current conversation is entirely for your own good!..."

As soon as Song Ping opened the office door, he saw Liao Gang, Meng Zhao, and Wu Yu, the deputy detachment leaders, standing in the office, looking worried and embarrassed; Xu Zuxin was standing at the desk trying to persuade him, while Bu Chonghua was sitting in a chair , looking gloomy, without saying a word.

Song Ping's temples throbbed and tingled immediately, and he waved his hand to interrupt Xu Ju: "Okay, you guys go out first."

"——For your own good, you know?" Xu Juyu was still angry, and couldn't help but add another sentence angrily: "Hey! You really want to die!"

Bu Chonghua didn't respond.

Xu Ju was at a loss what to do, so he hummed angrily and waved for Liao Gang and the others to follow him.However, at this moment, Bu Chonghua, who had been unresponsive like a stone statue, suddenly said hoarsely: "Wu Yu stay."

what did he say?

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, thinking they had heard wrong.

"...Me?" Wu Yu hesitated, "I'd better go, I'm not very..."

Xu Zuxin obviously agreed to take Wu Yu away, and was about to yell at Bu Chonghua, but was unexpectedly interrupted by Song Ping: "Xiao Wu can stay, old Xu, go to the conference room and wait. "

Everyone didn't understand what happened, only Wu Yu looked a little strange, and after hesitating again and again, he took two steps back and stood in the corner. Xu Zuxin, who was full of doubts, had to leave the office with others.

There were only three of them left in the room, Bu Chonghua sat upright in the armchair, Song Ping stood behind the large solid wood desk, Wu Yu half of his body was hidden in the corner, with little sense of presence.Song Ping didn't pay attention to him, and said directly: "What do you want now?"

Bu Chonghua finally raised his eyes fixed on the void, his eyes were bloodshot and shot directly at Song Ping's face.

"Why am I the only one who doesn't know that Wan Changwen has returned to the territory?"

I can't let it go today, Song Ping thought.

He breathed out, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "After the Spring Festival this year, the Ministry of Public Security received a report that Wan Changwen's mother died."

"The man surnamed Wan is a dutiful son, and his family values ​​are very strong. His mother's last words were to be buried in his hometown with his father's ashes. After getting this information, people speculated that he would take the risk of smuggling back to China. Sure enough, he took his father's ashes with him soon after. Mother's urn smuggled across the border, from Guangxi to Sichuan and Shaanxi, and entered North China. There are leaders from the Ministry of Public Security to supervise this first-level wanted criminal. Trapped in the north without leaving the country, just don't know exactly where."

Bu Chonghua said coldly, "Where's his grandson?"

Song Ping said: "How do you know him..."

"Thirty years ago, Wan Changwen was wanted by the police in three provinces. In order to sneak across the border, he threw his wife and daughter into the water when he boarded the boat. Later, none of the wives he married in Myanmar gave birth to children. Only the daughter who stayed in China gave birth later. He has a grandson, who should be two or three years old this year, and is Wan Changwen's only bloodline. Is his daughter's family under surveillance?"

Song Ping was stunned.

Bu Chonghua stared straight at him, his gaze was like solid ice.

"...As expected, you have been chasing him." Song Ping's expression could not be described as angry, sad or relieved, "It has been so many years, as expected, you have not given up the idea of ​​revenge..."

Bu Chonghua asked back: "Shouldn't I avenge my parents?"

"Yes, you should. But..."

"My parents are not suspects, they are sacrificed martyrs. Why should the principle of evasion be used to limit me?"

"You don't know how dangerous this matter is. The drug lords who have been entrenched in the Golden Triangle for so many years, even if they return to China-"

"Can you stop doing it if it's dangerous?!" Bu Chonghua interrupted Song Ping sharply: "Because there is danger, can you let go of your hatred and live a good life?! Because the living want to enjoy life, they don't have to worry about those things. People who went through fire and water to die?!"

Song Ping went up against the crime: "I haven't forgotten them! I want to avenge them as much as you do! It's been more than 20 years, and I haven't forgotten that hatred for a day!"

The office suddenly fell into silence.

Song Ping knew he had slipped his words, and looked away resentfully, his chest heaving uncontrollably.

"If it's just Wan Changwen, it's not inconvenient, but it's different when 'sharks' are involved." After a long time, Song Ping said in a low voice, "The case is very clear now, and the relationship between Wan Changwen and Qin Chuan is clear. Employment relationship, there is some kind of conflict of interest between Qin Chuan and Shark. Why did Shark’s armed forces cleanse the black market in Shan State, just to kidnap Qin Chuan, who runs a handicraft shop under his name? Why did Qin Chuan use Baosan’s pseudonym to kidnap Is the buyer’s evaluation on the dark web of the Mariana Trench intentionally sending some kind of signal to the outside world? There are all kinds of mysteries in it, and it is extremely sinister when you think about it... The viciousness and terror of a shark, an international drug lord, is The police all over the world have heard that those experts who are older, more professional, and more elite than you are helpless, how can I just watch you mess around to death?"

These words are reasonable and there is absolutely no falsehood, but Bu Chonghua is indifferent, and even a sneer appeared in his eyes: "Yes, sharks are international criminals. Wan Changwen has been wanted by the Ministry of Public Security for 30 years. Any of those experts can do it. More professional than me. But whose parents died? Their family?"

"you……"

"The person in this world who most wants to recover that blood debt is me, Uncle Song." Bu Chonghua said coldly through his teeth, "It's not those experts, and it's not you, it's me."

Song Ping looked at Bu Chonghua, at this child who was brought up by himself, as if he had been slapped heavily in the face.

"...Okay, you have to go to this case, okay." After a long time, Song Ping gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words, "But have you asked other people's opinions? There is a small one, they only work one day to get one day's salary, are you sure they are willing to accompany you to go through fire and water and die?!"

As soon as Bu Chonghua opened his mouth, before he had time to say anything, Song Ping interrupted him unceremoniously: "Wu Yu!"

Bu Chonghua was taken aback when he heard the words, then turned around.

"You know how the Mariana Trench expanded in the Golden Triangle back then. No one here knows the dark web better than you. Come on, tell me yourself, are you willing to accompany this surname to die?!"

Standing against the white wall, Wu Yu opened his mouth under Bu Chonghua's scorching gaze, but didn't make a sound for a while.

"Look at me, huh?" He heard Bu Chonghua smiling under the starlight, his eyes seemed to have the most gentle ripples: "If you don't say anything, I'll kiss you."

"Actually, you have done many things that you dare not be discovered by the police, have you? In fact, you also have some secrets that you are afraid of being discovered by them, have you not?!" Shark's bloody smile was reflected on the sharp blade, every word seemed Gangrene: "Look into my eyes and tell me if it's true! Painter, teacher!"

"This kid," Yan Yan stood outside the window of the interrogation room, with some pride and complacency on his brows: "The surname Bu has some skills in interrogation, right?"

……

Wu Yu closed his eyes.

He saw Diao Jianfa lying on the ground, weeping bitterly and pawing at Bu Chonghua's trouser legs, looking like a dog in the water. The next moment his vision changed suddenly, and he tried his best to raise his head from the ground, and found that the person lying on the cold floor of the interrogation room had turned into a man. Myself, Liao Gang, Cai Lin, Meng Zhao...the familiar faces condescendingly became harsh, disgusting and unfamiliar.

Bu Chonghua's gaze was as sharp as a sword, as if he wanted to dig out the most unbearable and frightening secret from the depths of his soul, spread bloody blood in broad daylight, and then was chopped into pieces by the police badge hanging high in the sky Blood mud.

……

"I," he murmured as if trapped in a long-standing nightmare, "I also...don't know, but..."

He leaned his thin back against the wall, looking at the ground under his feet.But the two lines of sight on the opposite side seemed to become more and more distinct, and he was so burned that even his brain was shivering for a while, and he only heard his own voice, which seemed to be floating from the sky, vague and unclear.

"...I don't want to investigate this case," he murmured.

"I don't want to face that again, I don't want to go back...I...I want to get out of here."

Wu Yu covered his eyes with one hand and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Even Song Ping didn't expect things to go this way, so he froze on the spot.

Bu Chonghua suddenly stood up: "What did you say?!"

"I'm sorry." Wu Yu avoided their gaze and nodded hastily: "I have something to do today, so... let's take a step first."

He turned around and opened the door, left Song Ping and Bu Chonghua in the office like this, and strode out sullenly.

"..." Song Ping said in amazement: "That's not the case... Hey! What are you doing?!"

Bu Chonghua ran away suddenly, and chased him out without saying a word!

"Wu Yu!"

Wu Yu hurried downstairs with no abnormal expression on his face, but his ears were buzzing.

"Stop!" Bu Chonghua yelled in a low voice, and then pressed down on the handrail and rolled over. Hearing the sound of the wind in the air, he landed firmly in front of Wu Yu, grabbed him and pressed him against the wall and asked, "What are you doing?" mean?"

"..." Wu Yu said in a low voice, "It's not interesting."

"You're not the kind of person who would be afraid to run away because the criminals are extremely vicious. Where did you just say you were going to leave? Jinhai? Nancheng Branch?!"

Wu Yu pursed his lips tightly, swallowed dry saliva, and said hoarsely: "...I am that kind of person."

Bu Chonghua was stunned.

"I don't want to look back, I just want to go forward." Wu Yu lowered his head deeply, covered his eyes with one hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm really... so scared, I'm sorry."

Xu Zuxin and Liao Gang in the reception room upstairs heard the movement and hurriedly chased them out. A few messy footsteps came from the entrance of the corridor. Liao Gang, who was running at the front, was caught off guard by this scene, and he was stunned on the spot with an "Ah!" up.

Bu Chonghua let go of Wu Yu, and took half a step back, his expression could not tell whether it was doubt, disappointment or astonishment.After a while, he turned his eyes away and took a breath. With this action, he quickly stabilized his emotions. He didn't lose his composure in front of others. He just patted Wu Yu on the shoulder, and with unquestionable hand strength, he sent him towards the direction of going downstairs, saying in a deep voice : "You come with me."

Wu Yu thought he was going to the office, but Bu Chonghua went downstairs without stopping, walked straight through the parking lot, opened the Wrangler he often drove, and said concisely: "Get in the car."

"Team, you..."

"Get in the car." Bu Chonghua emphasized, "I'll take you somewhere."

During this period of time, there were a lot of police cars driving in and out of the parking lot. Wu Yu didn't want to show any strangeness in front of people, so he got into the co-pilot after a little hesitation.Immediately afterwards, Bu Chonghua slammed the car door, without even setting the navigation, he stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the branch.

The trumpets on the street came and went, and the aftertaste of the dispute was superimposed and fermented in this small space, and even the air was extremely thin.Wu Yu was preoccupied, and Bu Chonghua didn't speak. The two of them were very silent all the way. They saw the scene outside the car window receding quickly. After getting off the viaduct, they turned to a high speed again. The people ahead gradually thinned out. The hillsides rolled up and down in the twilight.

Bu Chonghua slammed on the brake and said calmly, "We're here."

Wu Yu looked up - Jinhai City Martyrs Cemetery.

"you……"

Bu Chonghua turned a deaf ear, got out of the car and walked forward, Wu Yu had to hurry to follow.

In the empty cemetery, only the sound of their footsteps stepping on the grass was heard. Bu Chonghua put one hand in his trouser pocket, walked through the rows of gray and black marble monuments, and walked forward for half a while without making a sound. After dinner, he suddenly stopped.

Wu Yu paused involuntarily, looking at the strong inscription on the tombstone in front of him, his pupils narrowed slightly——

[The Tomb of Martyr Zeng Wei, Loving Parent Bu Tongguang]

More than 20 years of wind and rain and vicissitudes were engraved on this stone tablet, and the gold inscription on the name of the martyr fell off, revealing its dark red skeleton of Chinese characters like a jagged iron hook.

There was a slight sadness in Bu Chonghua's eyes, and he asked in a low voice, "Do you know how they died?"

Wu Yu didn't answer.

He looked at the old and yellowed black-and-white photos on the tombstone. The fire lit by the murderer more than 20 years ago was burning outside the window, and the inside and outside of the house were full of pungent gasoline smells; He made a sound, and his whole body was twitching horribly.

The flames illuminated the corpses of the adults in the pool of blood. The young mother looked at him from the gap in the closet, her eyes wide open, unwilling to die.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, he thought to himself over and over again, if I am also afraid, it will be over.

If I had ever felt a little fear, the abyss would have crushed us to pieces.

"...I don't know, and I don't really want to know." Wu Yu lowered his head and said coldly and hoarsely, "You don't need to tell me about your parents."