Swallowing the Seas

The young man surnamed Yan had dry, slightly cold palms, and he was not very enthusiastic, so he let go after only a short grip.

Bu Chonghua glanced in the direction where he was standing. The bedside table in the advanced ward was very spacious, with flowers and several photo frames, inlaid with group graduation photos. Under each photo, there was gilding of the XX class of OUHK I don't know if it was brought from home by the old man or given by the students who came to visit these days.

He casually placed the photo frame that the young man was looking at just now at the front, Bu Chonghua's eyes fell on it, and he suddenly froze slightly.

"The nurse said that the teacher may have to sleep for a while before waking up." The young man asked politely, "Is the police officer going to wait? Or how about calling another day?"

"..." Bu Chonghua didn't answer.

——Following his gaze, in the middle of the front row of the photo is Professor Zhang Zhixing, whose black hair has not yet turned white more than ten years ago. The third student is exactly the young man in front of him, his facial features are almost the same as now, and he can be recognized at a glance.

And Professor Zhang, the second from the right, was the student on the left of the young man. It took several seconds for Bu Chonghua to recognize his face in disbelief.

That was Wu Yu.

That turned out to be Wu Yu!

"A police officer?"

"Ah." Bu Chonghua came back to his senses, his thoughts suddenly changed, and he said, "I'm fine, just wait here for Professor Zhang to wake up."

The young man's expression was a bit subtle, and Bu Chonghua could tell what was going on in his heart at a glance: Is this Bu's mind okay?

What Zhang Zhixing had was an early stage benign tumor, which had already been surgically removed, so that he would not be seriously ill.But even so, few people would squat in front of the hospital bed and wait for the patient to wake up to help them. Bu Chonghua's answer was more than unexpected, it was simply a wonderful flower.

"...Then please sit down for a while." The young man was very self-restraining and swallowed the order to evict the guest, "I'll get you a glass of water."

There is a small pantry on this floor of the inpatient department, which is used for hot meals for doctors, nurses, and family members of patients.The young man pushed the door open, Bu Chonghua heard the sound of footsteps fading away, got up suddenly from the sofa in the next second, picked up the photo frame, and his eyes changed instantly——

If it is said that when Xie Qianshan was imprisoned, the quiet and thin image in the old files of the detention center was very different from what he is now, then at first glance, this college student who is in full bloom and radiant in his graduation photo looks like two people at first glance. different people.

For a moment, Bu Chonghua was reluctant to believe his eyes, but reason told him that there was nothing wrong with it.

The shape of a person's face, figure, temperament, and even facial features may change over time, especially for a person like Wu Yu who has survived 12 years of life and death, it seems that both of them are normal.However, the characteristics of human eye height, interpupillary distance, and geometric proportions of facial features will basically not change much except for plastic surgery.

Most importantly, Wu Yu's appearance is too recognizable, not everyone can grow up like him!

"...I couldn't continue my studies, and I dropped out of school after meeting Zhang Boming..."

"The police academy is expanding its enrollment year by year, but there are only so many positions. There is no money, no connections, no grades. If you don't try hard, where can you find a way out?..."

For a moment, Bu Chonghua didn't know whether to applaud Wu Yu's superb acting skills, or sigh for his own innocence and stupidity.He should have known a long time ago that a cross-border undercover operation with such intensity and significance, and with a latency period of 12 years, could not just take away a child who dropped out of the police academy because he couldn't finish school; The person who is finally selected after the screening must be one in a million in terms of background and quality. He is the most loyal, sharp, and invincible blade on the battlefield.

——He lied to me again, Bu Chonghua thought.

As expected and reasonable.

After Bu Chonghua's molars tightened tightly, he knew that many graduation photos had the corresponding students' names printed on the back, so he wanted to break the photo frame with his backhand—but at this moment, footsteps came from outside the ward's concealed door , The young man surnamed Yan came back just now.

In an instant, Bu Chonghua only had time to turn the photo frame over to face him, when he saw the young man walking into the room with a disposable paper cup, he was stunned when he saw this: "You..."

"Sorry, I'll take a look at it casually." Bu Chonghua shook the photo and asked calmly, "Mr. Yan hasn't changed at all compared to ten years ago. Is this your graduation photo?"

"Oh, this one isn't." The young man put the paper cup in front of the sofa, looked at it and said, "This is our military training graduation photo during the summer vacation of our sophomore year. In fact, there are still great changes, and things have long since changed. "

——sophomore.

Wu Yu in that photo may not even be in his twenties, or even only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Bu Chonghua's thoughts turned, but his expression remained normal on the surface: "That's true, the same is true for the graduation photos of our criminal court. A few were promoted, and a few died. I heard that there are still one or two who got in."

The young man didn't want to express his opinion on the Criminal Court, so he only spit out two words: "Really?"

Bu Chonghua nodded, and then picked up the photo frame to observe carefully. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that the young man hesitated to speak, and raised his right index finger hanging by his side, but did not move.

He wanted to take the photo back, but couldn't find a reason.

Bu Chonghua's heart was clear, but he pretended not to see it and continued to look at the photo. After a few seconds, he suddenly discovered another unusual feature.

——The third person on the right of Professor Zhang Zhixing is this young man surnamed Yan. His lips are slightly pursed, his expression is serious, his face and eyes are slightly turned to the left, as if deliberately avoiding the camera.The second is Wu Yu. Just standing there reminds people of the words Yushu Linfeng. His vigorous vigor almost overflows the paper. He hooks the shoulder of the young man on the right with one hand. It is obvious that the two have a good relationship.

On Wu Yu's left, there was a young man in his mid-twenties. His features were obviously more mature and handsome, and he was quite tall.

This person was smiling and turned his head towards Wu Yu.

That's all right, but then Bu Chonghua noticed that although Wu Yu was hooking Yan's shoulder on the right, his head and face were facing more to the left.If you look closely, his whole body is leaning towards the young man on the left. The most obvious detail is that his shoulders are not on the same level.

Bu Chonghua has been engaged in criminal investigation for more than ten years, and he is familiar with these subtle body language. He knows what it means: he is very close to the young man on his left.

who's that person?

"...We were taking graduation photos back then, and we would stand in the first row only if our grades were particularly good. I think Mr. Yan must have been very good at that time."

The young man's attitude is modest and perfunctory: "I'm sorry, I just graduated with my best."

Bu Chonghua nodded, and suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he pointed to the young man on Wu Yu's left: "Is this the counselor of your class?"

"No," the young man paused before saying, "This is our senior who is studying in graduate school."

"University graduate school also military training?"

"...That's not true."

"Then why did you take a photo with you?"

The hesitant expression on the young man's face became more obvious, but Bu Chonghua seemed to be quite ignorant, and stared at him with piercing eyes. After a while, the young man reluctantly replied: "He didn't come for military training, he It's... the son of our teacher's family."

It turned out to be Zhang Zhixing's son.

Bu Chonghua didn't react at first, but after two seconds he was suddenly struck by lightning, looked at the photo as if enlightened, and realized something——

In the early years, he had a very good relationship with Wu Yu. They also had the same surname Zhang and were from the same university. They appeared in the same old photo with their shoulders crossed. Could it be this person? !

Bu Chonghua's ears were ringing, and he realized that he was approaching something very important. As long as he pushed his fingers forward a little bit, he could pierce the last layer of window paper, and the old dust would be blown up. Expose the truth that everyone has known for so many years, but everyone has tacitly pretended that it doesn't exist.

But—there is a but here—the young man surnamed Yan is tight-lipped beyond imagination. His avoidance just now was not because of perfunctory, but because of some unknown reason, he deliberately refused to mention a word from his student days. language.

How did he get out of his words?

"So that's how it is," Bu Chonghua took a sip of water from the disposable paper cup in front of him, and said with a smile, "You are really a young talent."

Those short two or three seconds of effort gave him a chance to think quickly.

There are many mediocre people in this world, few powerful people, and very powerful people are divided into two categories: one is like Wu Yu, who can't tell from his appearance that he has any special qualities, and is very meek and silent , as long as you don't touch his point, he may never want to show his powerful side in his whole life; another type is like the young man in front of him, who can see his powerfulness from his words, deeds, speech, and aura just by meeting him. Chu, is a person who doesn't mind letting others—at least not letting Bu Chonghua see his edge.

Such a person would not be easily tricked, and based on his relationship with Zhang Zhixing, as long as Bu Chonghua's words touched a sensitive point, he might not hesitate to issue an order to expel the guest directly.

The speed of thinking honed over more than ten years of criminal investigation work helped Bu Chonghua a lot at this time. He put down the paper cup, looked at the young man's indifferent face, and made a very bold decision in his heart in an instant.

"No wonder I felt familiar when I saw it just now. When you said his surname was Zhang, I suddenly remembered it." Bu Chonghua pointed to the young man in the photo, raised his eyes and smiled: "A few years ago when I was on a business trip to the south I met your senior brother, and we even had dinner together."

No matter how alert the young man was, it was impossible for Bu Chonghua to say such a thing, and his expression froze: "Oh? Have you seen it?"

"Yes, but it must have been several years—what a coincidence, everyone is acquaintances, but I delayed visiting Mr. Zhang until today, what a shame!"

The young man looked vaguely surprised.

Bu Chonghua pretended not to see it, and asked with a smile, "How is it? Is Zhang Boming still in Yundian now? Has he already been promoted?"

Zhang, Bo, Ming, just as the three words came out, the pupils of the young man suddenly opened and then shrunk——

As if a boulder fell from the throat into the stomach in an instant, Bu Chonghua knew that he had made the right bet.

In the graduation photo of the military training back then, the "senior brother" who was [-] or [-] year old Wu Yu who had a bright future, and who completely changed the second half of Wu Yu's life a few years ago, was that Zhang Boming!

"..." The young man lowered his gaze, and Bu Chonghua could almost clearly see his brain running at high speed through the black hair, but he just repeated with a smile: "Gaosheng?"

The meaning of these two words is the same as Bu Chonghua lowered his head to drink water just now, they are all for the opportunity to think for a moment.But Bu Chonghua didn't give him this chance, he immediately frowned and said "ah", pointing to Wu Yu on the photo and asked, "Is this person your classmate, Mr. Yan?"

The young man had a meal.

"I've met him before. It's a coincidence that he worked with Zhang Boming." Bu Chonghua looked at the young man's dark eyes with a smile, and even the slightest expression contained just the right amount of surprise: "I remember his surname is Xie. , but the name is Xie... Xie what? I remember he has a very good relationship with Zhang Boming?"

The ward suddenly fell into silence, and the young man sat there staring at Bu Chonghua without saying a word.

Bu Chonghua was not in a hurry, he knew that he had already pushed the other party to the point where he could not avoid it, if he continued to avoid it and refused to answer, it would definitely cause embarrassment in front of the old man if Bu Chonghua mentioned it again when Zhang Zhixing woke up Even embarrassing situations.

Sure enough, after a long silence, the young man said slowly: "Officer Bu, I don't know what your specific job is...but the words are out of my mouth and into your ears, so don't say anything in front of the teacher from now on." I mentioned it, just to add to the sadness."

After a pause, he continued: "Yes, they have a very good relationship, but a year ago they both died in a secret mission in Yundian, which is a pity."

sacrifice.

A part of Bu Chonghua's heart convulsed slightly in an instant, thinking: So they explained Xie Qianshan's ending in this way, which was both solemn and official - "sacrifice".

What about the living Wu Yu?

Could it be that sometimes, in his heart, he actually felt that he had "sacrificed"?

"I'm sorry, I took the liberty." Bu Chonghua gently put the photo frame back on the coffee table, stared at it for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Mr. Yan must have a good relationship with this Mr. Xie?"

The young man said plainly: "Yes, we have bunk beds."

Bu Chonghua nodded and said, "But I think you have a normal relationship with your teacher's son."

"—Oh? Why do you say that?"

The young man rarely showed a surprised expression. Bu Chonghua pointed at the mirror: "Because in this photo, your roommate and Zhang Boming are leaning towards each other, but your right hand is around your roommate's back. I grabbed his right upper arm, as if I wanted to pull him to the left. Psychologically, this action meant to bring the other party closer to my own camp. Excuse me, do college boys also have jealous behaviors that are biased toward each other's friendship? ?"

"..."

Bu Chonghua looked at his motionless eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Or, since that year, you have subconsciously realized that Zhang Boming will be unfavorable to your roommate?"

The air seemed to freeze. The two of them sat facing each other, and a sense of tension gradually brewed around them.

"Sorry." After a long while, the young man finally opened his mouth and asked slowly, "I just remembered, it seems that I haven't asked the police officer's name yet?"

"Bu Chonghua, that Chonghua from Yao Shun Yu Tang. How about you?"

"Strict." The young man looked at him coldly, "The good and the evil are right."

Meanwhile, the hospital is downstairs.

"Is that Zhang Zhixing?" The nurse on duty at the front desk checked the computer, "Ward 836 on the eighth floor, go up the elevator and turn left to the end, and the single suite at the end of the corner is here. Come, register the visitor's name information here."

There were people coming and going in the lobby of the inpatient building, Wu Yu stood in front of the duty window, with the tip of the pen suspended on the paper for a moment, wrote down the words Bu Xiaohua, filled in a mobile phone number, closed the registration form and returned it to the nurse, Turn around and walk to the elevator.

——But at this moment, his gaze caught something inadvertently, and he suddenly paused.

The window glass reflected the blurred reflections of the crowds in the hall behind him. It seemed that a figure quickly disappeared into the crowd when he turned around, but when he turned around, he disappeared completely.

"..."

Wu Yu stopped in his tracks and glanced around secretly out of the corner of his eyes, only to see a bustling crowd of people waiting in line to pay for their medicines, without any abnormality.

He frowned, put his hands in his trouser pockets close to the wall, and walked upstairs.