Swallowing the Seas

"Get lost." Wang Jiuling uttered a word coldly.

Bu Chonghua turned his head and left without saying a word, and only listened to Wang Jiuling's heart-piercing words before taking two steps: "You fucking come back to me!!"

Bu Chonghua had no choice but to turn back, and saw that the dissecting room with bright and clean windows had become a garbage dump. The floor, table, and washbasin were full of garbage. Masks and double-layer gloves, behind the masks, everyone's face is full of lovelessness.

Forensic doctor Xiaogui sat in the corner and said quietly, "Someone must be in charge of my dissection room today."

"..." Bu Chonghua coughed under the resentful stares like will-o'-the-wisps from all directions, and said nonchalantly, "Otherwise...you also...give me a pair of chopsticks?"

About [-] kilograms of garbage was transported to the Nancheng Branch by truck. Wang Jiuling went crazy on the spot, saying that if Bu Chonghua didn't follow along with the sorting, the head of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Nancheng Branch would have to die here today, and the criminal investigation detachment would have to wear clothes tomorrow. Ma Daixiao cried for the national funeral.He also wanted to support Zhang Xiaoli's ascension to the throne, let the widow Liao Gang listen to the government behind the curtain, and ask the eldest princess Wu Yu to come to the forensic room to get married;

Bu Chonghua didn't care that Liao Gang listened to politics behind the curtain, but he would never let Zhang Xiaoli's low IQ ruin the country he had built in half his life as a soldier, and even hand over Wu Yu to marry him.As a result, he had to be held as a hostage of the criminal investigation team in the dissection room, together with Wang Jiuling, sorting cigarette butts in hundreds of kilograms of garbage dumps, using steel chopsticks to pick and choose among the rotting garbage dumps; the sorting lasted for several hours , Liao, who had finished another poisoning case, hurriedly brought people to rescue him just now, and rescued the head of the detachment from the scene of the kidnapping.

As for Wu Yu, he was summoned urgently by Xu Bureau's phone call, saying that he needed someone to help fix the flickering desk lamp in his office.

It was not until the evening that the sorting of the hill-like garbage was completed. After removing those that were too pulpy to be extracted, a total of 546 shaped or unshaped cigarette butts were dug out.

Director Wang said that if the 546 cigarette butts were fully tested for DNA and ran into the database, he would be busy at least half a month later, and asked Liao Gang to find Bu Chonghua again and asked him what to do now; Liao Gang easily rescued the hostages back to the Criminal Investigation Detachment , Afraid of repeating the tragedy of a sheep going into a tiger's mouth, he made a phone call and asked: "Today, more than 500 cigarette butts were found. What should I do now? Take all of them to separate DNA samples?"

The phone was silent for a moment, and then Imakami on the other end of the phone slowly said: "The cigarette butts that have been sucked into the filter, those that have no paper filling in the filter, and those that are relatively new are screened out first. The cigarettes that are still far away from the filter, The outer packaging of the filter tip has a priori punching, if there is a trademark on the filter tip and the brand is relatively good, the priority is to separate the first batch.”

"Come on!" Liao Gang was about to hang up the phone when he remembered something: "Today, where are you?"

The surroundings were all staring at each other, and Wang Jiuling glared at the cell phone next to Liao Gang's ear.

"..." Bu Chonghua said calmly, "I'm repairing lamps in Bureau Xu's office."

According to Bu Chonghua's idea, among the 546 cigarette butts, there were 499 cigarette butts filled with paper in the filter, and then 256 cigarettes with perforation marks were screened out, and 86 cigarette butts that were still some distance away from the filter were found; among these 86 cigarette butts Fifty-two of them were scraped out and not soaked in dirty water, and the 52 yellow and black paper balls that were hard to distinguish were sent to the Forensic Medicine Institute of the Municipal Bureau for DNA isolation and comparison overnight.

Bu Chonghua closed the thick case materials, got up and went downstairs to drive home, it was already very late.

Wu Yu had already finished repairing the legendary desk lamp... and went back early, and before leaving, he even asked him what takeaway he wanted to order tonight.Bu Chonghua had already told him that there was spare cash in the study drawer, so he didn't care too much. He ordered a braised fish and mushroom cabbage with scallion pancakes, knowing that the training results of just a few days should be wasted.

The jeep was turned off in the underground garage. Bu Chonghua went up from the elevator to the top floor. He was about to press his fingerprints to open the door when he suddenly paused, remembering that Wang Jiuling deliberately stood in front of the office door two days ago and said happily:

"When I go home now, I don't have to ring the doorbell at all. I come back from a long distance. Either my wife has prepared a table of hot meals to welcome me, or my daughter came out with slippers to open the door for her father... ..."

Just blow it up, Bu Chonghua thought coldly, who doesn't know that you cooked all 21 meals in your family during the seven days of National Day last year.

Bu Chonghua raised his hand to open the door, but suddenly there was a clang, and the anti-theft door opened by itself, and Wu Yu poked his head out with a spatula in his hand: "What are you thinking? You don't come in?"

"How do you..."

"I heard that your footsteps stopped at the door for a long time, and I thought you were injured and cut your thumb today." Wu Yu turned and walked to the kitchen without looking back, "I was shocked. Hurry up and wash your hands and eat."

The living room was lit with warm light, the food was steaming on the bar counter, Wu Yu's white feet were stepping on plush slippers, making a pattering sound on the clean floor tiles, which was in harmony with the little grunts who didn't know what to cook in the kitchen. Together, they mixed into the breath of fireworks.

Bu Chonghua lowered his head, the corners of his mouth seemed to turn up, but he controlled him immediately, and said calmly, "Okay."

As expected, dinner was braised fish, mushrooms, cabbage sum, and golden scallion pancakes. According to the theory that takeaway food tastes better in home dishes, Wu Yu served them on a snow-white bone china dinner plate.Bu Chonghua cleaned the two pairs of chopsticks and two bowls, and was a little surprised to see Wu Yu bringing out a pot of steaming golden soup from the kitchen: "What is this?"

"Warm tofu." Wu Yu said casually, "The main reason is that I want to eat it myself, and I want you to try it too."

...you want me to try your...tofu?

Bu Chonghua raised the corners of his eyebrows, took a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

Kind of like English mush or Italian polenta - that was his first instinct.Immediately afterwards, he felt that this thing was definitely not tofu, and the smooth and strange taste quickly spread on the base of his tongue, and then a spicy choke hit his throat without warning, and rushed straight into his nasal cavity: "Cough! Cough!——This is tofu ?”

"No," Wu Yu held the spoon in his mouth, and the black eyebrows on his white side face were raised slightly, with a youthful and sly look, as if observing his reaction amusedly, he took the spoon out of his mouth and couldn't help but laugh. : "It's chickpea and pea flour, with a little turmeric added. Are you used to it?"

Bu Chonghua coughed and reacted: "Burmese food?"

Wu Yu laughed loudly, took a large spoonful of it into his mouth, and said, "Well, it's called hto-hpunwe, a dish from Shan State in Myanmar."

I don't know if it was the shadow of the lamp or an illusion, there seemed to be a trace of complicated melancholy between his handsome brows, but it passed in a blink of an eye.

"Actually, people in Shan State eat warm tofu with deep-fried oil, but I don't want you to go on a two-hour climbing machine tonight." He smiled and said, "It's okay, most people are not used to eating it, so I won't do it next time."

Looking at his expression, Bu Chonghua felt as if he had been slightly scratched in his heart, and then suddenly reached out to scoop up a few spoonfuls and put them in the bowl, and ate them all under Wu Yu's unexpected gaze, making the porridge-like warm The food slides down the throat and into the stomach; after getting used to the mixed taste of turmeric and soybean powder, a strange and comfortable feeling fills the taste buds.

"you are not……"

"Actually, it's quite fragrant after you get used to it." Bu Chonghua tasted it for a while, then raised his eyes and said with a smile: "Next time you teach me how to make it, put less turmeric."

Wu Yu lowered his eyelids under his smiling gaze, his pupils shone with sparkles, and the corners of his pale red lips curled up involuntarily: "Okay."

The two of them first ate the warm tofu in the small milk pot one by one, and then they had dinner. Bu Chonghua took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. He washed the rag and wiped the table, threw the rag away, and said loudly, "I'm going to take a shower!"

Bu Chonghua paused for a few seconds before falling silent.

Hearing Wu Yu's brisk steps upstairs, and the sound of splashing water in the bathroom of Shaoqing's guest bedroom, a thought came to his mind: What kind of relationship do we have now, are we officially dating?

Formal contact.

This thought made him feel a little hot, and then the heat spread throughout his body along the meridians, like countless clusters of small flames burning secretly in his limbs and bones.

Bu Chonghua stood up, staring at his own reflection on the glass of the cupboard, with high browbones and a straight nose. Because of his thin lips, he often gave people an illusion of indifference and inhumanity.He could see the deep flames burning in the depths of his pupils on such an unclear glass reflection, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, exhaled forcefully, then couldn't help but raise his hand to unbutton the collar of his shirt. The second one was released, revealing a small piece of strong muscle outline.

Footsteps were heard on the stairs in a short while. It was Wu Yu who quickly came down from the shower. While wiping his wet and soft black hair with a white towel, he walked into the study with a patter: "Your corpse change illustration book Can you lend me another look?"

From Wu Yu's neck to the butterfly bone, to his narrow waist and long, strong legs, there is not a single muscle line that is not tightened to the extreme, and there is not a single aspect that is not in a neat and lean proportion.But as long as you take a closer look, you will find all kinds of scars on the skin all over your body, some of which are dark and white when facing the light, and some will always leave dark red marks or even hyperplasia. Every trace of different shapes is telling It tells a story that has been lost in the years and no one knows.

No one else in the world has a body like his, which combines the beauty of elegance and savagery with such a contradiction and unity.

Bu Chonghua exhaled, and said hoarsely, "Take it and see."

"Thank you."

Wu Yu tiptoed to take down the illustrated book from the top shelf of the bookshelf. During the movement, one side of the collar slipped down, revealing a small light ink tattoo on his right shoulder.Then he turned around and pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose with his knuckles, and said casually, "Why are you still standing there?"

The fire in Bu Chonghua's heart burned all the way up, making his throat tight.

"It's nothing." He turned his eyes and said lightly, "Look, I'm going to take a bath."

The sound of water continued for a long, long time, until the whole bedroom was filled with steam, Bu Chonghua turned off the shower, reached out to wipe the mirror, and looked at the upper half of his face in the mirror.

The corners of his brows became distinct because of the water, like the curvature of a blade, and the fire in the depths of his eyes did not go out because of the temporary expression of desire, but became more gloomy, as if he was still young and impulsive, unable to restrain himself from attacking. Desperate boy.

Bu Chonghua was not satisfied with his image, so he blew dry his hair, changed into a clean cotton dark gray home T-shirt, and adjusted his expression in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to make himself look warmer and more handsome—a pity This face that has been in the front-line criminal investigation for more than ten years is really not warm. Not only that, but he also discovered for the first time that if he stood with the killer who pretended to be a college student in the sports department, he would be more like a killer...

Bu Chonghua stared at the mirror coldly like facing a subordinate with insufficient ability, and the self in the mirror returned the same harsh and stern gaze, accusing each other of 500 million owed to him through a layer of glass; after a long while Bu Chonghua finally gave in, realizing that just like Wu Yu would never be able to be elegant and cold in suits and leather shoes in this life, it would be difficult for him to be cheerful, lively and likable in this life. People cannot be stubborn with fate.

Bu Chonghua walked out of the bathroom, put on home sports pants, took out a brand new unopened mobile phone from the drawer of the bedside table, rubbed it in his palm for a while, and then seemed to muster up some subtle courage, and made up his mind to go outside .

"Wu Yu!"

He was just about to open the door to enter the study when he suddenly saw a figure lying on the sofa in the living room, and his footsteps stopped suddenly——

He took this bath for so long that Wu Yu fell asleep.

Perhaps because the big snow-white leather sofa was too soft and comfortable, he even snored a little—this is very unusual, and he never sleeps without the slightest sound.The rimless glasses were still on the bridge of his nose, looking calm and dignified, with one hand vacantly holding the corpse illustrated book, and the whole book had already been opened and collapsed on his chest.

The house was extremely quiet in the middle of the night, Bu Chonghua looked at him, and suddenly an indescribable sense of stability and tranquility permeated his heart.

"Why did you fall asleep here?" He whispered.

Wu Yu moved unconsciously, turned his face to the sofa cushions, the book on his chest slipped off, was quickly caught by Bu Chonghua's sharp eyes, and gently placed on the coffee table.

Living in my house, eating my fish, and dreaming of sleeping on my sofa, catching cold and extorting medical expenses, it's just a piece of cake...

He leaned over and hugged Wu Yu horizontally, wrapped his thin shoulder blades with one hand, and wrapped his legs with the other. He carried him from the sofa in the living room to the master bedroom effortlessly, put him on his big bed, and kissed him slightly with his head down. Cool lips.

"That's called a princess hug, and yours can only be called hugging a sack." Bu Chonghua teased softly, reached out to pick up a photo of himself as a child from the other side of the bedside table, and shook it in front of Wu Yu: "Come on, Say hello and we'll know each other from now on."

In the photo frame, Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei were smiling, as if they were very happy.

However, in front of the photo frame, Wu Yu's sleeping profile was covered with light and shadow, and the rare joy and spirit of the past few days disappeared like the tide receding.His furrowed brows and drooping corners of his mouth seem to hide a lot of things, just like the moonlight shining on the rocky beach thousands of miles away, outsiders standing on the shore cannot see through the hidden and distant sea.

With a soft snap, Bu Chonghua turned off the desk lamp and said almost silently, "Good night."

At the same time, in the suburbs of Jinhai City.

The abandoned factory building in the dark night was eerie and quiet. Suddenly there was a loud bang, and the rusted iron door of the warehouse was pushed open forcefully, splashing a cloud of dust mixed with rusty wood chips.

"Fuck!" A man wearing a baseball cap, an anti-smog mask, and a shoulder bag strode in, flipped the backpack onto the messy camp bed, sat down and rubbed his face, revealing a pair of clothed With bloodshot eyes, he gritted his teeth and took out his cell phone to make a call.

"Hello, the number you have dialed has been deactivated..."

"Fuck!!"

The man threw his phone even more irritablely, and fell back on the bed, staring straight at the ventilation fan that was spinning high above; after a while, he sat up again suddenly, grabbed a laptop on the wooden table and opened it, skillfully Linked to onion routing, opened a private chat room, tapped the keyboard with fingers and entered two lines:

[Miss Yin. 】

[The police found Xiaobeizhuang, and they may find me soon, what should I do? 】

There was no echo on the empty screen, and it took several minutes before a reply popped up under the man's anxious gaze:

【You shouldn't have killed Chen Yuanliang in the first place. 】

Ah Yin was leaning on the back seat of the off-road vehicle that was constantly bumping slightly, and the street lights on both sides of the national highway retreated quickly, and only a star of her bright lipstick could be seen in the gloom.The other side of the phone was quiet for a while, she knew that greedy idiot Sanqi was typing frantically, and sure enough, the phone vibrated again a few seconds later:

[There is no way I can kill him!The one surnamed Chen has been in contact with the police from the very beginning, he will confess me, he will confess everything, even the 'shark'! 】

[I have nowhere to go in the country, Sister Yin, help me, I must leave the country immediately! 】

If it is so easy to leave the country, Wan Changwen will not lose contact.There was a hint of sarcasm in Ah Yin's eyes, and he was about to cut off the phone when suddenly another message flashed out, it was Sanqi:

[As long as you are willing to help me this time, I can do anything, anything! 】

anything?

Ah Yin paused, swiped the screen in a strange way, and switched to the picture she was looking at just a few minutes ago. It was the last message sent by her staff before they died—a tall, imposing man in the hospital corridor The man turned sideways to the camera, did not realize that he had been secretly photographed, and raised his sword eyebrows and said something to the opposite side.

Bu Chonghua, Chief of Criminal Investigation Detachment of Nancheng Public Security Bureau, Jinhai City.

The teammate and partner who escaped with the "painter" in the fire scene of Gao's house in Fengyuan Village.

The tip of Ah Yin's tongue touched the inside of his lips and twirled half a circle. It was also a sudden excitement. He selected a picture and sent it to Sanqi. His fingers painted with bright red Kodan quickly typed a line of words: [Kill him. 】

The input status was displayed on the opposite side, then stopped, and there was no response for a long time.

[Help me kill him, I will take you back to Shan State immediately after the matter is over. 】

The moonlight was cut into pieces by the tall ventilating fan blades, and the swirling light and shadow illuminated Sanchi's blood-red eyes. After a while, he typed a word and clicked to send: [OK. 】

Sister Yin laughed, closed the chat page, returned to the phone photo album just now, and stared at another photo on the screen thoughtfully, after a long time, the distorted smile on the corners of the bright red lips gradually disappeared, that one is enough to make any man fascinated There was an almost icy look on his sexy face.

——In the photo ten years ago, she laughed heartily at a cruise party, surrounded by scantily clad handsome men and women, smoking, drinking, smoking marijuana, and flirting with each other; In a doomsday indulgence.

Only a young man in the upper right corner of the picture remained awake from beginning to end. His skin was not as dark as that of the local Burmese, but was smooth and porcelain white.He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt that were completely different from the surrounding environment. The collar of the shirt was unbuttoned a little, and he was vaguely separated from the carnival crowd, but his eyes were fixed on her all the time.

He has always been the best bodyguard, dedicated and omnipotent.

Until he threw a grenade at the crowd in the tunnel, and then stabbed the sharp knife cleanly into her chest.

"It's been ten years, can't you wait?" Ah Yin put his red lips close to the screen of the phone, smiled and murmured: "Don't worry, I'll send him down with my own hands and accompany you well."