Swallowing the Seas

Bang, clang, clang.

Footsteps stepped up the iron ladder step by step, echoing inside the empty building.

These commercial and residential buildings were a well-known engineering project in Jinhai at the beginning, but a month ago, due to the fire in the color steel house, they were ordered to suspend work by the government for rectification, and they have not yet fully resumed work. There are almost no people on the entire construction site, and the floors are dark. Reinforced bricks and stones are scattered inside, and messy scaffolding is piled up beside the concrete walls, giving it a ghostly and gloomy feeling in horror movies.

"Ah Gui died ten years ago. Those who knew him were also buried in the tunnel of the Hongshan torture chamber by the explosion. Their bones should be rotten. If you appeared in front of me today, it should be the person who deserves to die. death, and this person also knows about Agui's relationship with the painter."

Wu Yu boarded the last iron ladder, stood in the middle of the floor, and stopped.

"Who sent you here, Thayer?"

There was silence all around.

"It's still the person whose death I didn't witness with my own eyes," Wu Yu looked around, and slowly uttered a name in Burmese: "Ma Yin?"

Suddenly there was a plop above his head, which was softer than a cat jumping over a beam. Wu Yu raised his head instantly, raised his dagger suddenly, and the black shadow above his head approached with the wind—Ding! !

Metal sparks splashed, and the killer fell from the sky. The force of the cold weapon's impact made Wu Yu stand up, and then he was kicked head-on, knocking down a large piece of scaffolding!

bang-

A takeaway electric scooter running through a red light stopped abruptly and nearly overturned, but Bu Chonghua didn't even have time to turn around, and rushed across the intersection amidst the delivery staff yelling at him, and Jiang Ting hurriedly looked down at the phone location: "Hurry !here!"

While running wildly, Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand and ordered: "Give me the phone!"

Jiang Ting: "What are you thinking? This is my mobile phone. Do you think it's half-eaten sugar cane?!"

Bu Chonghua: "..."

The construction site was ahead, and four semi-finished commercial and residential buildings stood gloomy under the sky.Bu Chonghua kept on walking, one cartwheeled over the wall of the construction site, and landed cleanly. He was about to turn his head to see if the "cousin" with a frail face had jumped up. Squeezing in through the rusted iron gate on the edge of the fence, he glanced at Bu Chonghua with a strange look.

"........."

The construction site in the busy city was miraculously quiet, with several semi-finished buildings scattered in various directions.Bu Chonghua gasped and looked around, lowered his voice and said, "I have a question that I'm really curious about, and I don't mean to offend. Did you have any P pictures when you met my cousin?"

"no!"

"Then what do you rely on..."

"Charisma!" Jiang Ting gasped for breath, and suddenly waved: "Yan Yan! This way!"

Bu Chonghua looked back and saw that Yan Yan looked rather embarrassed - mainly because he specially changed into a shirt and trousers with a string of zeros on the back of the price, Italian handmade leather shoes, and even applied hairspray in order to meet Jiang Ting. After styling it, it can be directly on the cover of a magazine after taking a photo, but it was completely ruined within a few minutes of searching back and forth on the potholed construction site.

"I can't find it!" Yan Yan was exasperated, and immediately stopped at Jiang: "Didn't I tell you to stay in the hospital and wait for me to pick you up?!"

Jiang Ting knew he was wrong, so he didn't speak back.

Yan Yan was very dissatisfied, and turned to Bu Chonghua: "What are you and Wu Yu doing? Call him quickly and ask where he is!"

Bu Chonghua said coldly, "He won't answer."

"why do not you answer?"

"..."

For the second time today, Yan Xie was about to explode with anger from his cousin's shocking pen: "So what did you do, and why did you offend your wife again!"

Bu Chonghua ignored his cousin, forcibly held his breath, and looked up and down at the four buildings.

It hadn't rained for a few days, the construction site was dusty, and no footsteps could be seen clearly on the dry and messy ground.

Wu Yu deliberately let the gangsters leave the police circle. He rushed out of the underground parking garage more than a minute late, which was enough time for the gangsters to blend in the crowd and disappear, but Wu Yu was able to chase him back and forth to the construction site. It is the result of their deliberate mutual creation.

——Where is he hiding? Has he already encountered danger?

The towering construction tower cranes are atop the layers of scaffolding. The building has not yet installed windows, and the floors are like huge black holes under the sky.Bu Chonghua's eyesight and hearing were mobilized to the limit. Suddenly, hundreds of meters away, in the middle of the building that was diagonal to their position, the scaffolding shook in an uproar, and then a figure flew out of the window.

Wu Yu!

Bu Chonghua's pupils were shocked, and then he saw Wu Yu grabbed the steel pipe hanging outside the building and stabilized his figure in mid-air; the thrilling scene didn't even stop, he swung up in the air and used his strength to turn over, and turned directly from the window Back to the floor!

Bu Chonghua rushed over: "There!"

With a muffled bang, Wu Yu slid out on the back with a slam, and at the moment blood poured out of his mouth, he entangled with all his strength, bent his hind legs at a very tricky angle to grab the killer's neck, and immediately knocked him down on the hard ground. on the cement floor.

"..." Wu Yu held the dagger in one hand and stood up reluctantly with the other. Suddenly, he saw the ticking on the ground in front of him, which was blood dripping from his nasal cavity.

"You can't do it, painter." The young man nailed the triangular thorn to the ground, stood up with strength, panted and laughed, "Admit it, the years have taken away your fame, and it's time for you to disappear. "

Wu Yu staggered back, using the dusty wall to support his back: "What does Ma Yin have to do with the human bone helmet case? Did she send 'Sanqi' to kill Chen Yuanliang?"

The killer said nothing.

"It seems that you are not so sure of killing me, at least not to the point where you have shown it." Wu Yu laughed, "Admit it, little brother, you are not sure who will disappear between the two of us here today , a man who only speaks bravely will not grow up, understand?"

"You don't need to provoke me. People like Sanqi can't climb up to Miss Yin, and it's useless for the police to catch him." The killer said lightly, "I don't care about the human bone helmet. I came here just to replace your name and take It's all about the bounty."

Wu Yu said in a deep voice, "You really know about human bone helmets. Did Ma Yin get mixed up with sharks?"

The killer didn't mind being told by him, instead he raised his eyebrows and smiled, with a provocative "you understand" expression.

"It was Qin Chuan who got the human bone helmet, but Sanqi was a broker for the shark, and you are from Mayin." Wu Yu raised his head and exhaled: "I can't think of any common goal as the bond between these three people. ...Shouldn't it be a romantic relationship, right?"

The killer didn't answer, but seemed to think of something suddenly, which felt very interesting: "I heard that there are some old-fashioned emotional entanglements between Sister Yin and Ah Gui, and between Ah Gui and you, is it true?"

"..." Wu Yu was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard some ridiculous joke: "Ah Gui and me?"

The killer raised an eyebrow.

"You must not be Ma Yin's confidant, otherwise you will hear another version of the story from her." Wu Yu shook his head and said regretfully: "People like you must not understand that truth. Replacing a painter requires not only force, but One more thing is needed..."

"what?"

"Brain."

The killer laughed back in anger, and he was in front of his eyes like lightning, and the three-edged piercing pierced his eyes, and Wu Yu gritted his teeth to fool him!With a sound of blocking, the loud sound of the collision of the two blades made people's eardrums hurt!

Even with the short moment of respite just now, the differences in physical fitness, reaction, and speed are still irreparable, and all fighting experience and analysis are of no help under this huge face-to-face pressure.Wu Yu flew back all the way along the base of the wall, and in the blink of an eye, the three-edged thorn and the dagger had already clashed seven or eight times, and the next moment he touched a hard object with his lower back, it was a cement window sill!

There was no way to retreat behind him, Wu Yu instantly leaned back, his waist was almost bent at [-] degrees, the triangular thorn pierced under the collarbone and slashed across, splashing an arc of blood stars!

Dang-

Wu Yu's palm was empty, the dagger was swirled out, and Xue Guangduo pierced deeply into the crack of the brick on the wall.

The killer pinched his neck with his hard fingers, threw the three-edged stab upwards, and caught it with his backhand: "I will remember your teachings, senior—" Immediately afterwards, the sharp point of the knife stabbed right at the throat!

Everything was so fast that it was impossible to express it. Wu Yu kicked up his feet and was about to bring the killer down the window sill when suddenly——Boom!

A person from Hengli swooped in, so fast that it was like a high-speed train rushing toward the face, knocking the killer out instantly, and the two of them rolled over ten meters on the ground at the same time, with several loud bangs, they collapsed The internal scaffolding two to three meters high by the wall.

It's Bu Chonghua!

"...Damn, you did a good job." Yan Yan ran up the stairs out of breath, and he climbed up half a second later than this scene of life and death. Panting: "Beautiful brother, no one can beat you in your BGM!"

Wu Yu coughed up a mouthful of blood, wiped it without even looking at it, stepped forward and turned over the hill made of bricks, stones, wall ash, and wooden scaffolding, and pulled out Bu Chonghua who was coughing constantly amidst the billowing gray smoke: " How the hell did you find this place?!"

Bu Chonghua was so embarrassed that he grabbed Wu Yu's elbow with his backhand.The sharp stone drew a bloodstain on his cheek, from the corner of the forehead to the tip of the eye, and the bright red blood continued to flow to the chin, making the usually indifferent face more aggressive and hostile out of thin air: "What do you think?!"

Wu Yu gasped for a while, then finally lowered his head and smiled wryly, "I think you're disfigured."

"..."

Disfigured and still handsome, such a vague thought flashed across Wu Yu's mind in an instant.But he didn't say it, he just laughed shortly, and said hoarsely and tiredly: "I thought it was the last time I saw you just now."

Bu Chonghua squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Let's say this again when the seventh and eighties are lying on the hospital bed!"

"Cough cough cough..."

The killer staggered up from the pile of scaffolding, his face was covered in dust and blood, and he looked no better than Wu Yu. He looked around from the faces of Yan Yu, Wu Yu, and Bu Chonghua in turn, and finally settled on Bu Chonghua. On his face, he spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "It's fucking unlucky, it's you again..."

Bu Chonghua narrowed his eyes: "Sanqi?"

"He's not 'Sanqi'." Wu Yu stepped back two steps and said hoarsely, using the heel of his palm to wipe away the blood that was continuously flowing out of his nasal cavity, he said, "He just wants a reward for my head."

Yan Yan sensitively: "A reward? How much??"

Wu Yu didn't say a word, he took out the cigarette case and poured out a cigarette. He didn't know whether it was because he was enduring the severe pain or for some other reason. When he lit the cigarette, his fingers trembled slightly, and the lighter instantly reflected his clear and profound profile.

At this time, sirens approaching and people's voices were faintly heard downstairs, and the police from the local police station rushed to the construction site.The killer looked at the three people surrounded in front of him, then turned his head to look at the street in the distance, and said coldly: "Don't you know how much the head of the 'painter' is worth? It’s a pity that I haven’t heard of all kinds of heroic deeds.”

Bu Chonghua's blood-soaked sword eyebrows jumped: "What do you mean? Who told you that the artist is in Jinhai? Who sent you here?"

"It's not interesting." The killer laughed: "Although I'm not the lifeless money-grubber like 'Sanqi', 'Sanqi' did tell me the whereabouts of the painter... No, it's not like he told me directly, he I told my client first."

The police are here, but he seems to be a little relaxed, looking at Wu Yu slantly from bottom to top, a little unabashedly arrogant and threatening: "As for who my client is—"

"Shut up." Wu Yu said flatly.

Bu Chonghua's gaze flicked back and forth between the two of them, and his reaction was astonishingly fast, he immediately understood what was going on, this killer was betting!

He bet that Wu Yu would help him escape from the police like he did in the underground garage of the hospital!

"..." Bu Chonghua's eyes changed dramatically, his thoughts turned, and he tilted his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Yan Xi."

As expected of a cousin, Yan Xie understood something when he saw his wink, and quietly moved half a step towards the stairs, vaguely blocking the only exit on this floor.

At the same time, there were noisy footsteps downstairs, and the snorting of police dogs approached, and the pursuers had already arrived.

"Senior painter." The killer smiled, "No matter what method you used ten years ago, if you were able to escape from the Hongshan torture chamber, you must be able to do the same thing now, right?"

The human voice was getting closer and closer, but this space was contrasted with more and more dead silence. Apart from the breathing of a few people who were getting tighter and tighter, even cigarette butts could be heard falling on the ground.

Wu Yu didn't seem to see Bu Chonghua and Yan Yu who had already blocked his way. He raised his head and exhaled a long mouthful of bloody smoke. He looked past the killer and looked at the endless sky in the distance. Right scapula.

In fact, you can't feel it through the T-shirt, but because you have rubbed it too many times, your fingertips still seem to be able to touch the light-ink-colored bird flapping its wings, just like turning on the switch of an old phonograph.

"Walking again and again, parting from your life; separated by more than ten thousand miles, each at the end of the sky...The road is long and obstructed, how can we know when we meet? Huma follows the north wind, and the south branch of the bird's nest..."

"Thousands of miles are difficult and dangerous, who knows how long it will take to see each other after parting?" He heard the voice of the past ringing in his ears again, with a long and gentle sentence: "Only birds can go all the way south, across the distant mountains and rivers, Find your own branch nest.  …”

"Yes." Wu Yu lowered his eyes and said, "Of course I can do the same thing."

Bu Chonghua frowned, pressed a few steps and scolded: "Wu Yu!"

"Here! The footprints are here!" Footsteps came under the stairs, and several policemen in the distance shouted at the same time: "I found it, I found it!" "Quick!"

Wu Yu finally took a deep and forceful breath of smoke, turned his head and rushed to Chonghua and smiled, his black and white eye circles were slightly red, and whispered: "I like you too."

He waved his hand and threw the cigarette butt to his side, and a star of red light was drawn in the air——

Bu Chonghua foresaw something in an instant, and shouted angrily: "Don't!"

But it was too late when he reached out to stop him.Wu Yu suddenly pushed forward, hugged the unprepared killer head-on, and led him to rush out from the edge of the empty unwalled floor like lightning, and plummeted down!

This is the eighth floor!

"Wu Yu!"

Bu Chonghua rushed forward like an arrow leaving the string, and Yan Yan frantically pulled him behind him, lest he stumble and fall from the eighth floor.The next moment, Bu Chonghua's amber pupils reflected an unbelievable scene:

Wu Yu, who was falling rapidly, grabbed the wooden frame on the sixth floor, and his whole body fell, smashing the two-story scaffolding in an uproar; he was wrapped in countless broken bricks and broken wood, and he stopped on the fourth floor, shoulders, elbows, and knees. Three buffer support points were made in turn, and the falling posture was reversed with the help of force.He is like a cheetah that fell from the sky under the eyes of everyone. He turned 130 degrees in the air conditioner. When he landed on the scaffolding on the second floor, he had already adjusted to the posture of his feet on the ground. His body bowed to the limit buffered most of the inertia—— The large shed panels in the center cracked at the same time and collapsed!

Among the tens of thousands of pieces of wood, he fell on the dirt road of the construction site and rolled over. He rolled over ten meters before turning over and standing up, and a mouthful of blood came out of his chest on the spot!

"...Hoo, hoo..." Wu Yu's eyes darkened for a while, he got up staggeringly and took two steps, half kneeling in the pool of blood next to the killer's body, he took out something from his trouser pocket.

—Motorcycle keys.

Before the killer came, he parked his motorcycle at the intersection half a street away from the hospital, but it was actually not far from the construction site. This location must have been calculated in advance, just for him to escape quickly after completing the killing task... Wu Yu was in severe pain A lot of thoughts went through my brain, I stood up with the blood boiling in my throat, thinking: I only have 3 minutes at most.

Some of the missing escalators inside the building were replaced by climbing ladders. Even if Bu Chonghua jumped down in the middle, it would take 3 minutes at the fastest, which could not be shorter.This time was enough time for him to rush out of the construction site, sneak into the nearest public place, quickly change clothes and escape on a motorcycle.

Wu Yu exhaled hot blood, just raised his head, suddenly froze——

A few meters ahead of him blocked a figure, it was Jiang Ting!

Police sirens wailing on the road behind him, people's voices were chaotic, the roar of the police on the high ground and Bu Chonghua's running wildly were swept away by the gust of wind, gathering the hustle and bustle of the huge city, rushing towards the sky like a torrent.

"...Come here," Jiang Ting panted, and stretched out his hand to Wu Yu: "Come to my side."

Wu Yu took half a step back, those trembling pupils suddenly fixed, so deep and dark that no light could be reflected, and the hand holding the key slowly stretched into his bosom.

But Jiang Ting stared at him closely: "Don't you remember me, Xie Xing?"

"..."

"Do you still remember that it was raining outside that day, and you were lying on the bed in the dormitory, but you didn't help me collect the uniform, so I had to run back halfway to collect it myself? You know that I went to etiquette the next day because the uniform was not dry Standing on the stage, you were punished by the instructor to stand for three hours, and you still patted your chest and promised to invite me to eat in the third canteen?"

Wu Yu looked at Jiang Ting, as if he wanted to move but couldn't, the hand in his arms trembled involuntarily, and the trembling spread to his whole body.

No one knows what this sentence means to him, and no one knows what kind of innocence and forgettable details that only happened between the two of them in those years of turbulent currents. Change the meaning of all situations.

"It's been 13 years, Xie Xing." Jiang Ting's voice also trembled strangely, as if he was choking with force: "Come here, come to my side."

It seems that time freezes and turns into a long silent song, which disappears far away in the faint light and shadow of the years.

Wu Yu finally mechanically took one step forward, then another step, and was immediately embraced by Jiang Ting, pressing his black-haired messy head into the socket of his neck forcefully.

"Listen to me, Xie Xing, you shouldn't go any further, the step detachment is very worried about you," Jiang Ting almost used all his strength to suppress the sharp pain in his chest, and asked softly in Wu Yu's ear: "You Do you think it's right to leave like this, huh? Do you think it's right to let him worry so much?"

Wu Yu leaned on Jiang Ting's shoulder, his whole body was like a string stretched to the limit, so tight that it seemed that even one more feather would shatter him to pieces in an instant.

In the distance, two figures rushed out from the building one behind the other, they were Bu Chonghua and Yan Yu, but Jiang Ting supported Wu Yu and did not let go, pressing his head and face on his shoulders, finally heard the ear An extremely hoarse voice as thin as a mosquito gnat came from the side:

"...shouldn't..."

Wu Yu closed his eyes.

Those few words exhausted his last bit of struggling strength, the whole world quickly spun away, and he fell into the abyss of consciousness.