Swallowing the Seas

Solve the line, untie the thousand mountains.

In that flash of thought, Bu Chonghua remembered many details that he had missed before: the tattoo on Wu Yu's back, the professional books he had read countless times with him, his unconcealable desire for knowledge, the sourness and envy of the elite class, the in front of the tombstone. Choked "I'm running fast" but "really too late"...

After 12 years of fighting against death, living and dying on the border, it is indeed possible to give people an illusion of identity confusion, and twist Xie Xing, the proud son of the sky, into a bottom-level drug dealer Xie Qianshan.But when Wu Yu rejected him in the martyrs cemetery and in the car outside the boxing ring, the kind of humbleness and self-deprecation was really too much, too much to be unreasonable at all.

In fact, he has no reason to belittle himself. He was born in the highest school in the police field, and his grades are among the best. People's care for him and the detachment's love for him are not fake. Even Lin Hao, who has always doubted him, would not have the courage to confront him face to face. Lurk in disguise.

He may suffer from stress disorder, but he shouldn't be intimidated by other people's affection.

Bu Chonghua stared at the laughing boy in the photo, stared at his shining eyes, and countless doubts came to mind: What made him not accept me?

Where does that kind of self-deprecation come from?

Snapped.

The photo frame was held down, Bu Chonghua raised his eyes, and saw the young man standing in front of him, snatching the photo away.

"Officer Bu." He said coldly, "I am amazed at how excessive you are."

Bu Chonghua breathed out: "I really don't mean anything malicious, but I'm very sorry for the trouble I caused you, the second captain of the Gongzhou Anti-drug Team...Jiang Ting."

Jiang stopped.

Wu Yu was standing at the corner half of the corridor, no one could notice that his pupils were trembling violently, and fragments of memory hit his head——

"Did you see that man, the one who ran at the front of the line? His name is Jiang Ting."

"It's really good. Our department is stable in the top three, occasionally the first, and the marksmanship is amazing!"

"Playing is also very good! The layup is super!"

……

"You didn't pick up the uniform I'm going to use tomorrow. I sent you a text message and didn't see it, or something. I have to run back by myself." Jiang Ting walked back and forth, and Wu Yu lay on the upper bunk, facing Looking at the wall, I heard the rain from the window crackling against the steamy glass, and the dormitory was filled with a dark and damp smell: "Oh, right, Zhang Boming asked you to go fishing, don't go, the last time we agreed to go to self-study with me, you If you don't make up that class, you should fail the exam..."

If you make a list of the people Wu Yu doesn't want to see again in this life, Jiang Ting should at least be in the top five if not in the top three.

He retracted his body and retreated behind the corner, feeling his heart pounding!Boom!Hitting the throat one after another, as long as you open your mouth, it may pop out of your mouth.The dull pain caused by the chest spasm stimulated the nerves all the time, but his brain had never been sober, even more sober than when the undercover agent encountered emergencies several times in the past.

He must leave Jinhai immediately.

It has reached the point where it can no longer be delayed.

As early as when he moved into the Jinhai residence, he had already made preparations. All documents, items, and cash were placed in a unified category. In an emergency, he took his bag and went straight away. This is his fixed life pattern formed by ten years of wandering.A clear line was quickly formed in Wu Yu's mind, the upper teeth cut deeply into the inside of the lips, took a deep breath in the smell of blood rust, turned his head slightly from the corner, and finally looked at the door of the ward——

After so many years of special and high-risk work, he knew deeply that any nostalgia in his heart when he decided to leave would lead to the consequences of wasting all previous efforts, but only this time, he couldn't hold back.

Bu Chonghua stood there, only ten meters away from him.

But this might be the last time they get this close.

The man's deep and sharp eyes and perfect nose and lip line meandering into the collar of his shirt, his shoulders are wide, his legs are long, straight like a sharp sword, he can't find any flaws when he looks at it with the most critical standards, he has seen it in his life the best looking people.Wu Yu's gaze carefully outlined Bu Chonghua's whole body, as if he wanted to imprint all the details of this scene, even the angle of his hair and the slight folds of his shirt, into his soul; Finally, the fishy sweet breath was completely exhaled, and he turned and walked into the distance.

But at the same time as he turned his head, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and his movements froze.

——Beside the door of the ward is another up and down stairs. Bu Chonghua and Jiang Ting are facing each other in front of each other. Wu Yu is half a corridor away on the left, and facing the stairs on the right, one goes down and the other goes up.

There is a man standing behind the handrail of the stairs going up to the first floor. From Wu Yu's perspective, he can only see his feet in jeans and high-top ankle boots. The part above the calf is blocked by the unique triangular space of the stairs. ; but if the other party stood there condescendingly and looked down, they could just have a panoramic view of Bu Chonghua and Jiang Ting at the door of the ward.

It's the biker.

What is he doing there?

Who is he looking at?

Wu Yu's eyes sank slightly, and his extreme sense of danger instantly passed through every inch of nerve——

The two photos on the phone were sent successfully, the motorcyclist waited for a moment, the phone vibrated, and it turned out to be the number he had memorized: "Hello, Miss Yin?"

"Is there no clearer frontal photo?"

"No," the motorcyclist passed through the wards on both sides, and said in a low voice: "I have followed him several times without success. This man is too vigilant. Even within ten meters on the main road in the downtown area is the limit. He seems to be There is an instinct to avoid any prying eyes..."

A very soft snort, slightly sarcastic, came from the other side of the phone, interrupting him.

"..." The motorcyclist hesitated for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help asking what he had been wondering for a long time: "Sister Yin, why do you want me to take a picture of this person?"

The biker is still very young, he is not like the guy "Sanqi", who started working as a broker in Southeast Asia more than ten years ago to collect cultural relics everywhere, and has inquired about many secrets on the road.

As for the "painter", he only knew that this undercover agent was lurking in the Golden Triangle drug lord Thayer's place. In the end, he cooperated with the police and wiped out the whole group. He not only killed Sister Yin's father Thayer, but also helped the Chinese border armed police to catch him. The long known Arthur Hodgson.For more inside information, he only knew that this person vaguely had some emotional entanglements with Yinjie, and also involved Yinjie's highly valued and very powerful subordinate back then, but this was also what "Sanqi" said.

He didn't understand why Sister Yin made him hang around with the painter for so long before doing it. Is it because of the jealousy in women's nature?

"There is no reason." Sister Yin said in a lazy and indifferent voice, "You have to know that there are many things in this world that we can't think of the reason in this life."

The motorcyclist kept silent and didn't dare to ask further questions. He walked to the stairs in the corridor and paused before looking down.

The target is one floor downstairs.Although he didn't know why this person came to the cancer hospital in a hurry, he vaguely felt that the artist's behavior was a bit weird, as if he was hiding some deep secrets.

"Sister Yin," he glanced left and right, and asked, "When can I do it?"

The woman laughed silently on the other side of the call, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in the voice: "If you think you are ready, you can do it at any time."

——You can do it anytime.

The motorcyclist's nerve endings shuddered bloodily, and he said softly, "Okay."

Several nurses at the other end of the corridor entered the duty room together, and the nurses helped the toddler old man, and walked slowly back to the ward.During the lunch break, the inpatient department was much quieter, and no one noticed the movement here; the motorcyclist hung up the phone, pressed the handrail and walked downstairs step by step, suddenly looked through the handrail, and caught a glimpse of two people standing at the next stairway , I don't know what to talk about face to face, but the taller one is obviously familiar.

Hey, he thought to himself, isn't that the man next to the painter, the captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Jinhai City?

What is he doing here, the painter is not with him?

Wait, another possibility suddenly occurs to the motorcyclist.

The painter rushed to the cancer hospital, and his behavior was unusual. Could it be that he was following this Bu?

Suspicions arose suddenly, and the motorcyclist was sensitively aware that there was something strange about it. He collected himself, stood on the top of the stairs and took out his mobile phone, took a few photos of Bu Chonghua, and then zoomed in to take another shot. I ordered two, quickly sent them to Sister Yin and then emptied them, and sent another line of text: [Check this person].

The surname Bu was ignorant and didn't even realize that he was secretly photographed by a camera not far away, which was in stark contrast to the painter who couldn't take a close-up photo no matter what.

No wonder, not everyone is good enough to be his opponent.

The motorcyclist smiled inwardly, and just put away his mobile phone, he suddenly heard a familiar voice from upstairs: "Excuse me, the nurse, I just took a taxi, and the driver told me to pick you up at the south exit, which way do you lead to the south exit?" ?”

"Oh, go straight to the elevator over there and go down, and the one next to the payment office at the corner is there."

Painter!

The motorcyclist glanced up, made a trade-off like lightning, and resolutely went upstairs beside him, only to see Wu Yu's back flashing past the far end of the corridor, and disappearing into the slowly closing elevator door.

Where is he going, home?

Without the slightest hesitation, the motorcyclist turned around and skimmed the stairs, avoiding a few family members who were chatting slowly, pushed open the fire door with a bang, and rushed into the safe corridor with big strides!

It is impossible for ordinary people to get down from the ninth floor and synchronize with the elevator, but the motorcyclist is very precise about the timing, and even calculated how many seconds it takes for the hospital elevator to pass through each floor.The sound of rushing footsteps reverberated in the empty corridor, the motorbike rushed past the corner of the escalator like the wind, the figure flashed on the glass of the fire cabinet, and the strong wind blew past the blue sign on the white wall—— 8 floors.

It is difficult to do it in a public hospital with a lot of surveillance and a lot of people, but as long as you leave here, there are always many dead spots in the city that cannot be covered by cameras, most of which have been printed in his brain like a precise map— —

7 floors, 6 floors, 5 floors.

The motorcyclist made a sharp turn, and the soles of his boots rubbed against the floor tiles to make a sharp piercing sound. At the same time, he suddenly felt the wind whistling above his head, and shadows fell from the sky!

- Bang!

It was too late and then too soon, the killer only had time to jump up, rolled down the stairs, clattered his hands to support the corner of the wall, and turned his head suddenly: "It's you?!"

Wu Yu landed and got up, holding something in his hand, the killer recognized it instantly, it was his mobile phone!

"I thought you were really my admirer, but I didn't expect you to turn your target to our detachment leader in a blink of an eye." Wu Yu shook his mobile phone with a tired tone: "It's wrong for you to go around like this, little brother, what about a man?" How can you be so unspecific?"

The motorcyclist turned around, stared at Wu Yu closely from bottom to top, and slowly laughed.

He was only in his early twenties, and his face was naturally clean and sunny like a college boy, but his eyes showed the unique coldness and ferocity of a professional killer.

"You misunderstood, senior." He said slowly with this smile, "My admiration for the painter will not be diverted by anyone, at least not before you die, otherwise I will prove it to you now ?”

Wu Yu's eyebrows twitched slightly, and the whirlwind arrived in the next second——

The killer jumped up in lightning, crossing the eight or nine steps in the air, as fast as an afterimage in an arc; the kick in midair weighed more than a hundred kilograms, kicking Wu Yu hard onto the white wall on the spot!