Swallowing the Seas

"Officer Bu Zhong can be considered a talent if he can decipher so many things from a single photo." The young man who claimed to be Yan Zheng leaned back in his chair. This sitting posture allowed him to look down at Bu Zhong Hua: "It's really hard for a person like you to be a policeman. If you entered the new media and became a KOL, you should have become a million-dollar V by now."

Bu Chonghua clearly felt the unabashed sarcasm in the other party's words, but he was indifferent: "Thank you, but I have no malice, just curiosity."

As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of the hospital bed: "Fortunately, I met you, otherwise Professor Zhang would have woken up later."

Indeed, the breathing of the old man on the hospital bed is no longer as deep and long as before. According to sleep theory, he should have entered a state of light sleep that is about to wake up. If you delay for a while, you may be able to hear their conversation .

Yan Zheng took a deep breath.

"Yes," he finally said, "I have a relatively normal relationship with Zhang Boming."

Bu Chonghua knew that this sentence almost meant "I really hate Zhang Boming".

"I'm a realistic conservative, and Zhang Boming is more metaphysical. We have different opinions on many things. But there is no conflict between us, it's just that my roommate prefers his kind of person: perfect, excellent, radiant, and to himself and others Both have extremely high moral requirements and are highly idealized."

Yan Zheng smiled in his nasal cavity, which sounded a bit complicated and sad: "If my roommate was still alive, I would definitely choose to stay away from this kind of person now, but it's too late to say anything now."

It was clearly midsummer, but Bu Chonghua was sitting in the ward, but he seemed to be trapped in an ice cave, and a chill that was stronger than another climbed from every nerve to his brain.

"Bu Chonghua is the best person I have ever met in my life, and also the most perfect idealist..."

"Out of that door, the sun will still rise tomorrow, and you are still the perfect, excellent, and glorious Bu Chonghua... I should never have met you."

He thought those sour adjectives at least expressed Wu Yu's affirmation of him, but who knew that it was not affirmation at all, from the very beginning, it was a veiled rejection of being bitten by a snake for ten years and afraid of well ropes!

"... Then you were back then," Bu Chonghua forced himself to look directly at Yan Zheng, and he heard his own voice ask calmly, "Did you never try to stop your roommate from dropping out of school and leaving with Zhang Boming?"

"I tried." Yan Zheng said indifferently, "but he has his own path to go, and he has people to save."

Is there someone he wants to save?

Yan Zheng stood up, nodded to Bu Chonghua, and issued a eviction order in a calm tone: "Officer Bu, let's come here today. The teacher has not recovered yet, it's better for you to visit another day, and I won't see you off."

Countless thoughts flashed through Bu Chonghua's mind at the same time, but the one surnamed Yan had already withdrawn and opened the door of the ward, his eyes were clear and firm, and he could not refuse.Bu Chonghua slowly stood up from the sofa, paused for half a second, and then said, "But I..."

creak creak-

Yan Zhengbu and Chonghua turned their heads at the same time, only to see that the hospital bed was shaking slightly, and the old man unconsciously lifted the hand holding the infusion bag, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Professor Zhang Zhixing woke up.

Yan Zheng said displeasedly: "You—"

Yan Zheng couldn't stop him in time, but Bu Chonghua suddenly stepped forward and leaned down beside the hospital bed: "Hello, Professor Zhang, I'm Bu Chonghua, I've admired you for a long time."

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With a ding sound, the elevator opened, Wu Yu walked out the door, glanced around under the baseball cap, bowed his head and turned left towards the ward at the end.

The oncology floor is a single and double ward at its own expense. There are not many patients, and they basically go back to take a nap during this period.When Wu Yu walked to the end and turned a corner, he was as silent as a shadow stuck to the wall, and saw the patient's name on the door of the last ward at the corner, with three words Zhang Zhixing written on it, but the curtain on the window on the ward door But it was pulled up, unable to peek inside.

A trace of coldness climbed from the bottom of Wu Yu's heart to his throat. He suppressed his doubts and quickly looked left and right. He saw that the doors of the next few wards were either ajar or ajar, but except for a few wards, they were basically closed. No curtains were drawn.

In fact, it is just an insignificant small detail. It may be that the patient is afraid of being disturbed while sleeping, or it may be that the curtain is drawn at night and forgotten to be opened during the day.But just this little detail was enough to make Wu Yu tense up like a frightened bird, and pondered a few times quietly in his heart for a moment: Why did you draw the curtain?

According to the time, Bu Chonghua should have arrived, what did they say inside?

—Did they mention... mention "I"?

No one could see the violent struggle in Wu Yu's mind, for a few seconds he couldn't even control it, he wanted to lean against the crack of the door to listen to the movements and conversations inside.But as soon as he took half a step, he changed his mind again, and wanted to turn around and run home to collect all the cash, fleeing the city without stopping for a second, fleeing to the ends of the earth, as far away as possible.

Those two impulses tug-of-war repeatedly tug-of-war in his mind, but in reality it only took a few seconds before Wu Yu forced himself to stand still.

calm.

You must use all the information to accurately judge the situation before you can make a decision that may never be changed once you act.

Wu Yu lowered his head, no passerby around noticed his strangeness, and no one's eyes even stayed on him for half a minute.Like an ordinary visitor, he lowered his head and took two steps toward the stairs. The next moment he heard the round nurses pushing the trolley past. He went straight to the door of Room 836 and stopped, knocking on the door:

"Nurse! Change the dressing!"

Several family members of the patients who came out to fetch water happened to pass by. Wu Yu glanced around, and the distance and angle were instantly clear like a mirror.He silently took two steps to the right, tilted his body slightly, and turned his head towards Ward 836, which was halfway across the corridor; the family members happened to block most of his figure, and the nurse pushed the door and entered.

At that moment, the scene inside the house flashed——

With his back to the door, Bu Chonghua was standing beside the bed, and he could vaguely see the old man on the hospital bed with his head full of silver hair.

In addition, there was a young man at the end of the bed, whose face could not be seen clearly at all, only a silhouette appeared.

Heart palpitations without warning suddenly hit the top of his head, Wu Yu's eyelids twitched wildly, thinking: Who is that person?

At this moment, the nurse closed the door behind her back, blocking his view.

"..."

Wu Yu stood there for two or three seconds, his chest rising and falling, and his eyes turned back.It just so happened that the nurse walked into the water room not far away at this time, and at the entrance of the corridor next to the water room, a figure flashed in his sight and went straight upstairs.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Yu's eyes froze.

It was a young man with an ordinary T-shirt and jeans, and a pair of high-top short boots on his feet. His steps were quite vigorous.This person was also at the gate of the hospital just now. When Wu Yu got out of the taxi, he habitually glanced at the surrounding environment. He saw him stepping off the motorcycle half a street away. At that time, he felt that this person was moving very neatly. Also come to the oncology inpatient building.

Such a coincidence?

A trace of weirdness suddenly rose from Wu Yu's intuition.

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"...About the buyer's comment posted by the anonymous user on the dark web, some people think that the other party may have deliberately used this method to transmit some kind of coordinates or information to the outside world. So after reading your paper, I think it is very important for our current The investigation direction is very helpful, so I have to take the liberty to come here to ask you for advice." Bu Chonghua paused for a moment, then bowed slightly: "Mr. Zhang is sick, but he came to disturb you. I'm really sorry."

The nurse had already changed the infusion bag and went out. Zhang Zhixing was leaning against the bedside. He might be a little haggard because he had just had the surgery, but he could tell that his body was usually very strong, and his facial features could vaguely see the appearance of Zhang Boming in the old photos. Yan waved his hand: "It's just a minor operation, it's not a big problem. It's because my daughter is too worried that she caused such a big battle. It's only right to contribute to your public security work."

Bu Chonghua bowed his head to express his thanks, but ignored the solemn and cold gaze on the other side of the hospital bed.

"Your views are not unreasonable. The wrong digital certificate configuration may expose the dark web server address, and the browser security hole may expose a user's real IP. According to what you said, the suspect deliberately left unnecessary There are also buyers’ comments that may mislead the police’s investigation direction.” Zhang Zhixing pondered for a moment, then frowned and said, “I’m willing to help you take a look, but there will be many difficulties in applying theoretical methods to the actual investigation process. The story that a laptop can crack the FBI firewall can only appear in American dramas after all. Otherwise, you can send me the relevant materials and clues first. After I am discharged from the hospital next week, I will return to my daughter’s house and I will talk to you immediately. Contact the network detectives on the side."

The old professor is worthy of being a tutor of OUHK. He thinks quickly and expresses clearly even when he is old and ill.Bu Chonghua said sincerely, "Thank you so much."

"You don't have to thank me. I won't thank you until we really catch the murderer." Zhang Zhixing sighed, "I also know the professor you mentioned, Chen Yuanliang. Although the subject is different, I met him at a meeting in Beijing before. I didn't expect that." I heard again that there is a separation between yin and yang, which is really embarrassing."

Then you don't know the relationship between Chen Yuanliang and Sha Sha, Qin Chuan and others and how he died. If you know, it's not too late to sigh...

The old professor didn't notice the thoughts in Bu Chonghua's heart, and sighed heavily: "The time is so fast, why am I sick at this time!"

Bu Chonghua said: "Don't worry, you take your time to recuperate. The drug lord Wan Changwen has been on the run for 30 years, so don't worry, in these few days..."

"No, you don't understand." Zhang Zhixing interrupted him dignifiedly, "It is only in recent years that crimes on the dark web have really taken shape. Our technology is updating, and their technology is also updating. Vulnerabilities are often quickly patched by the other party. The pursuit of each other's brainpower is getting faster and more intense, and a few days are enough to change a lot of situations. Criminals wait for no one!"

Bu Chonghua was slightly stunned, and didn't know what to say for a while, but he said solemnly without saying a word: "Then you have to take good care of your health before you can continue to contribute to the public security work. If sharpening a knife is not a mistake in chopping firewood, then Isn't that what you taught us in tech class?"

Zhang Zhixing hesitated to speak, shook his head bitterly and smiled, and finally couldn't hold it back after a while: "That's what I said, but if I could have sharpened this knife a few years earlier, if I could have used purely technical means and Against the dark web, they won't... and won't..."

What will happen?

In an instant, Bu Chonghua realized what the old man was thinking—there would be no need for Zhang Boming, Xie Qianshan and others to track the dark net drug logistics by means of undercover agents, and his son would not die in the end!

"...I'm getting old, and I often think about the past." Zhang Zhixing realized that he had slipped his tongue, stopped the topic, then took off his reading glasses, rubbed his eyes, and then smiled wryly at Bu Chonghua: "Officer Bu is busy, I won’t leave you to sit any longer. Drug trafficking on the dark web is more hidden and dangerous than conventional drug trafficking, and your leaders’ concerns are not unreasonable, and you must be careful during the investigation!”

Bu Chonghua said: "I understand. But no matter how dangerous it is, someone has to do it. It's either me or another policeman. Danger cannot be avoided."

Zhang Zhixing was stunned.

"how?"

The old professor's eyes flickered slightly, and he said in a low voice: "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that you are not the first person to say this to me..."

Bu Chonghua reacted very quickly, before Yan Zheng had time to dissuade him, he blurted out in the next second: "The last person who said this to you was your son?"

Yan Zheng: "Bu police officer!"

Judging from the stern ending, he probably wanted to drive Bu Chonghua out of the house immediately, but Bu Chonghua looked at Zhang Zhixing unmoved: "I know Zhang Boming, and it was for this reason that he decided to continue the undercover plan ten years ago." Did it go on?"

Zhang Zhixing was stunned: "You...you know my son?"

"Bu police officer!" Yan Zheng suddenly got up and shouted: "It's almost done!"

Bu Chonghua said in a deep voice: "I not only know Zhang Boming, but also Xie Qianshan. I know that they are not so satisfactory in the end, but there must be someone..."

"Where did you know my son? How do you know that he didn't meet your expectations in the end?" Zhang Zhixing interrupted Bu Chonghua suddenly: "Who told you? How did you say it? Was it the group of people named Feng in Yundian? Yes or no?"

Bu Chonghua was a little taken aback.

Yan Zheng took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Did they also tell you that he committed suicide by jumping off the hospital, right?" Zhang Zhixing blushed and said angrily, "Impossible! Let me tell you that Zhang Boming couldn't commit suicide! I know my son , He is not ashamed of his duty and conscience, how can they go around telling people that he committed suicide?!"

Bu Chonghua: "No, they didn't..."

Bu Chonghua was so surprised that he couldn't speak, and then realized that Zhang Zhixing couldn't be provoked like this because of his words, this was the result of long-term depression but no one listened.Sure enough, at the next moment, Zhang Zhixing forcibly turned over and sat up, and the infusion stand almost fell over with a crash: "I told many people, I told everyone in the investigation team, there is a problem with the investigation of his death, and there are many reasons behind this incident. Big doubt! But they refused to believe my words! ——Come on, Officer Bu, you judge, you also know Zhang Boming, tell me if he is the kind of person who would commit suicide? Tell me the investigation by the gang in Yundian Do you believe the group's nonsense?"

Facing the old man's grief-stricken questioning, Bu Chonghua struggled to utter a word: "I..."

"Okay, teacher, okay." Yan Zheng quickly walked around the hospital bed to block Zhang Zhixing, and at the same time signaled Bu Chonghua to go quickly with his eyes: "I know, you lie down first, I know."

"How can they go around telling people that he committed suicide? Isn't that slandering people? Police officer Bu, you also know Zhang Boming, do you think what I said is right?!..."

Zhang Zhixing was obviously in a state of stress, he was so excited that he couldn't control himself, he caught Bu Chonghua and forced him to agree with his statement, and then turned to Yan Zheng, nagging him to agree, Yan Zheng could only forcibly pin the old man on the bedside He didn't let him move, and then rang the bell to call the nurse to come over and give the needle again, and gave Chonghua a stern look to urge Chonghua to leave quickly.

Bu Chonghua's mind was very confused, subconsciously stepped back half a step, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something in the confusion.

——The photo frame that was conveniently placed on the coffee table just now.

The nurse hurriedly pushed the door open, and the old man's nagging, solemn comfort, and hurried footsteps resounded through the ward, and no one noticed.

With a thought in his mind, Bu Chonghua quietly picked up the photo frame and exited the door, and stood by the door outside the ward, hiding at an angle that he couldn't see inside the door, and quickly opened the detachable iron hook on the back of the photo frame.

Zhang Zhixing's son is on this photo, which may be of great significance to the old man. He can't just take it away in his arms, he must send it back to the original place immediately after seeing it.Therefore, Bu Chonghua moved very quickly, gritted his teeth and opened the four back hooks one by one. He almost didn't care if his hand was scratched. It floated out, and was quickly caught by his sharp eyes——

His guess was right.

The young man desperately wanted to take the photo frame back from him, and it was because everyone's name was printed on the back of the photo. From Zhang Zhixing in the middle of the first row to the young man third on the right, the order was as follows:

Zhang Boming, Xie Xing, Jiang Ting.