Swallowing the Seas

Beep!

A white Toyota car parked at the gate of the kindergarten in the morning rush hour. The man in the driver's seat honked the horn twice in the noise, and without looking back, he told his wife in the back seat: "Hurry up, Peng Wan! It's not easy to park here. !"

The woman hung a small schoolbag on one shoulder and held the toddler in the other hand. She hurried forward a few steps before turning back: "Old Tao! Aren't you here to see it off?"

"What to send, where to find a parking space. Hurry up!"

Peng Wan reluctantly picked up the little boy, walked a few steps into the gate of the kindergarten, knelt down and tidied up his son's bib and blouse, loosened and re-tightened his shoelaces, put water bottles, crayons, Sliced ​​fruits, pacifiers, replacement blouses and other bits and pieces of schoolbags were handed over to the kindergarten teacher. After hastily exhorting, he squatted down again and hugged his son and kissed him. He lowered his head and asked: "What did you teach you yesterday? Don't cry, don't make trouble, mom I will pick you up in the afternoon, remember?"

The little boy nodded ignorantly, and protracted the tone of his childish voice: "Okay——"

Ding Dang a few WeChat messages came, it was her husband who was waiting outside: "Hurry up, the traffic police are coming!"

Peng Wan quickly got up, took two steps and looked back, seeing the child standing next to the teacher obediently waving, and then reluctantly walked out of the kindergarten gate, squeezed into the crowd and walked towards the car on the other side of the road.

At this moment, her footsteps suddenly stopped, and she looked behind her as if she felt something was wrong, her eyes were confused and confused.

——The gate of the kindergarten in the morning is the busiest, seeing off the children on the way to work, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren going to battle, even ringing the class bell, and grandparents looking up from outside are everywhere.Private cars, electric cars, and elderly "three jumpers" shuttled back and forth among the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd. It was a busy scene, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

But she just felt as if she was being watched by someone.

This time has come several times, is it an illusion?

Beep beep!The husband on the other side of the road was urging again, sticking his head out of the car window: "Hurry up, hurry up! Oh, I say you, why are you standing in the middle of the road!"

"..." Peng Wan frowned, and finally turned her head and let out a sigh, and took two steps: "Here we come!"

Looking back from the side-view mirror of a black SQ5 at the corner, I could clearly see the woman, in her early thirties, usually dressed as a white-collar worker, with a shirt and short skirt and a pair of flat leather shoes; she clutched her satchel tightly and got into the passenger seat , the car started before the door was closed, and slowly drove away from the gate of the kindergarten in the morning rush hour.

The black car's rear lights came on, and it slid out of the street corner without a sound, disappearing into the traffic.

·

A few days later, Saturday.

Sunlight penetrated into the bedroom through the gap in the curtains, forming a strip of light across the messy big bed, and then the phone buzzed and vibrated, and new unread messages flashed.

Bu Chonghua suddenly opened his eyes and got up, as if he had been waiting for a long time, he picked up his phone and looked.

The contours of his brows and eyes were slowly tightened, and only faint fluorescence was reflected in the cold pupils.After a while, he closed his eyes, deleted the text message, put down his phone, got up and opened the bathroom door.

There was a splashing sound, and Wu Yu was standing under the shower as he brushed his hair. His smooth back and long legs could be seen at a glance. Because of the movement of raising his hands, the ink-colored flying bird tattoo on his right shoulder also spread its wings, as if it was about to fly Same.

Bu Chonghua opened the glass door, pressed his left shoulder, bowed his head and kissed the tattoo design.At that moment, Wu Yu immediately turned around as if being electrocuted, swept back his wet black hair with one hand, exposing his soaked forehead, and retreated to the corner of the wall at the same time: "No, I won't come, I won't come..."

Bu Chonghua laughed and asked, "Does your waist still hurt?"

Wu Yu said angrily, "Try it yourself! Another person has already gone to the emergency room!"

"I won't try," Bu Chonghua said calmly, "I didn't ask to be on it."

Since that night, Bu Chonghua seemed to have unlocked some kind of seal. Wu Yu used to think that his indifferent and stern look was very funny, but now he thinks it's all false propaganda, there is no after-sales service, and there is still a lot of money. There is no reason to reason, so I can only look at him angrily but dare not speak, waving his hands while splashing the water: "Get out, get out, let me charge for a while."

Bu Chonghua couldn't help but smile, turned around to brush his teeth, wash and change clothes, then opened the bathroom door and said loudly: "The meal is on the table, eat it yourself, I'll go out for a while!"

"What?"

"Procuratorate!"

Wu Yu turned off the shower, and while wiping his hair with a towel, he waved at him to show that he knew.

Behind the glass door, his profile is as handsome and straight as a new poplar tree.Bu Chonghua didn't leave immediately, just stood there quietly with one hand on the doorknob and looked at him, the glint in his eyes was indescribable.

After several full seconds, he retreated and gently closed the door, the crack of the door blocked his gaze from being fixed on Wu Yu.

·

Tianlu Community may be one of the best-located communities in the Jinhai area. It is only half a stop away from the central business district and Yun Road, but it is quiet amidst the noise and has a beautiful environment. The road at the entrance is full of lush golden osmanthus trees .Early in the morning on Saturday, the beauty salons, convenience supermarkets, and coffee and bookstores on this road all opened one after another. Bu Chonghua pushed open the coffee shop that didn't have many customers, and saw a white-haired old man looking up in the corner , obviously have been waiting for a long time.

Bu Chonghua casually ordered a drink, and quickly stepped forward to shake hands with the old man: "Professor Zhang."

——It was Zhang Zhixing who came.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, I was delayed for a while after I received the text message." Bu Chonghua pulled out the chair and sat down, and asked, "Do you want to order something to eat?"

"No need, I have something on my mind, so I can't eat." Zhang Zhixing smiled bitterly: "It's normal for you young people to be busy on weekends, and you didn't wait long—it's because once I made up my mind, I couldn't wait for a moment, alas!"

Bu Chonghua nodded and asked, "You asked me out suddenly, did you decide to agree to my request?"

He used the word "request" very politely, but in fact it was an exchange, and Zhang Zhixing knew it well.The old man sat there pondering for a moment, and couldn't help confirming again: "I have been retired for so many years, can you really let me participate in the dark net case?"

"Yes." Bu Chonghua stared at the cloudy eyes on the opposite side, "We have a tracking plan for sharks, but it is not perfect yet, and to a great extent we need to rely on the power of network reconnaissance. If you agree to my request , I can immediately suggest to Song Bureau that you participate as a rehired expert, but you are not in the Nancheng area, and you should go to the network investigation department directly under the city bureau."

Zhang Zhixing nodded and said nothing, after a while he bent down and picked up the black bag at his feet, put it on the table in front of him and patted it:

"—It's really not easy to get the materials you want!"

Bu Chonghua's eyes fell on the bulging bag, and his heart beat heavily, but there was no clue on the surface.

"After Xie Xing dropped out of school that year, all his student status materials were erased, and the school only claimed that he had an accident at home-in fact, his counselor and the head of the department knew a little bit about it, but a few years have passed. No one mentioned it anymore, as if this student had never existed. Until a year ago, someone from above suddenly came to do a thorough cleaning, and even the piles of old papers in the archives were dug out and taken away. I heard from an old colleague I also talked to his counselor back then, and repeatedly asked that all the past of the deceased be kept secret."

"Dead?"

Zhang Zhixing said: "Yes, the system internally claimed that he was not rescued in Yundian a year ago, so the investigation team once wanted to use this as my son's suicide motive...to say that it is psychological survivors who are guilty of suicide tendencies. "The old man smiled wryly: "I didn't want to believe it at the time. I know what kind of person Zhang Boming is. Why does he feel guilty? Why should he feel guilty if he didn't do anything wrong? Don't take it. Those psychological provisions to perfuse a father!"

Bu Chonghua opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He lowered his head and took a sip of tea in silence.

"So I have been vaguely suspecting that Xie Xing is actually still alive, but there is no evidence. It was not until the sharks issued a warrant for the artist on the dark web not long ago that I almost believed that he should indeed be alive." Zhang Zhixing shook his head: "——So I don't even believe that Zhang Boming committed suicide."

Bu Chonghua's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly raised his eyes: "Then you suspect that Zhang Boming's death has something to do with Xie Xing?"

"..." The old professor avoided his gaze, turned his head and looked out the window of the coffee shop: "The painter is a hero, I didn't say that."

The air was quiet for a while, and after a pause, he said lightly: "I just think that if I can participate in the investigation of dark net cases and follow in the footsteps of my son, maybe one day I will find the clues, maybe Maybe we can even find out the real cause of my son's death."

Outside the window is the crowded street on Saturday morning, and the gongs and drums of the opening of Heyun Road Mall in the distance, as well as the busy and lively voices of people, are faintly transmitted through the floor-to-ceiling glass.

Bu Chonghua looked at the deep wrinkled shadows on Zhang Zhixing's face, and after a while he finally raised his chin towards the black bag and said, "But I just mentioned this material to you a week ago, Professor."

Zhang Zhixing was slightly taken aback.

"You just said that after Xie Xing announced his sacrifice, someone from above cleaned up his files thoroughly, so how did you, a retired tutor, prepare so many things in just one week?"

"……I……"

"You have suspected that Xie Xing killed Zhang Boming since that year, didn't you?" Although it was an interrogative sentence, Bu Chonghua's tone was straightforward and firm: "There should be a time gap between Zhang Boming jumping off the building and announcing the artist's death. Yes, although it may only be a few days, it is enough for you to start taking action and do everything in your power to collect and conceal all kinds of material information, right?"

Zhang Zhixing suddenly looked at Bu Chonghua, with unconcealable astonishment flashing in his wrinkled eyes, he squeezed out a sentence after a while: "...how do you know that there is a time lag between these two events?"

Bu Chonghua didn't answer immediately.

"Do you really know my son? Or did you participate in the investigation a year ago?!" Zhang Zhixing leaned forward sharply, "No, no, it's impossible for you, a Jinhai criminal investigator, to go to Yundian to meet Feng. Those people are even less likely to know the details of these investigations... Then do you really know our Zhang Boming? When did you know him? 13 years ago? Or earlier? How much do you know about him?!"

——Bu Chonghua knew this detail purely because Song Ping mentioned at the time that Wu Yu's second-level hero model hadn't come down. Like Ren painter, he has a happy ending of being respected, affirmed, and ascending to the top.

It was only later that Zhang Boming's death became the fuse. It gave birth to all the doubts about Wu Yu, and it also became the key factor in the subsequent extinction of the merits of the second-level hero model. In the end, he had to "die and sacrifice".

Bu Chonghua couldn't let Zhang Zhixing know of Wu Yu's existence, so he pressed his palm down slightly, which was a soothing gesture: "Professor Zhang, please calm down, I'm just guessing about this detail..."

"Impossible, you know both my son and Xie Xing, and you mentioned it to me last time in the hospital!" Zhang Zhixing seemed to have glimpsed a glimmer of hope in the predicament: "——do you also suspect that my son's death is related to him?" Is it related to Xie Xing? Otherwise, why did you just ask me about Xie Xing's student status?"

Bu Chonghua frowned and said, "I..."

"How much do you know about them? Why are you so interested in Xie Xing's past?!"

Unexpectedly, when Zhang Zhixing was so emotional last time in the hospital, he could still hear clearly Bu Chonghua's sentence "I also know Xie Qianshan" in the confusion, and he still remembered it firmly until now!

Bu Chonghua glanced at the black bag firmly held by Zhang Zhixing, and took a deep breath.

He couldn't tell Zhang Zhixing that if Agui really existed, then Zhang Boming did have the motive to commit suicide.Ten years ago, he gave up on rescuing the painter in advance during the arrest of Arthur Hodgson. Ten years later, he was confronted with constant questioning. It is not impossible for such an extreme idea to happen under the extremely high moral standards.

But at the same time, what he couldn't tell Zhang Zhixing was - if Agui really existed, then Zhang Boming might have been killed too!Because Wu Yu has dealt with all the people who mentioned Agui's existence so far, Zhang Boming may just be the first victim!

——So, how much information can he disclose to Zhang Zhixing now?

Guessing further, how much information did Zhang Zhixing hide from the outside world?

Bu Chonghua's brain turned rapidly, but on the surface it was only a moment, so he let out the breath slowly.

"I don't know a lot," he said plainly, "I only know that after Xie Xing talked with Zhang Boming that afternoon, he was very...excited."

In fact, if you are more clear-headed, you will find that Bu Chonghua's words are actually narration, and it is an on-the-spot response in a tight situation. It is essentially just a suggestive speech technique.

But Zhang Zhixing's expression changed instantly, he stared at Bu Chonghua firmly: "Excited?"

"..."

Zhang Zhixing shook his head slowly, and it took him a long time to say in disbelief: "Impossible, impossible!"

——Bu Chonghua narrowed his eyes slightly, but his heart actually sank, was he seen through?

"Absolutely, absolutely impossible." Then he saw Zhang Zhixing sitting there, panting and muttering: "The investigation team said that Zhang Boming's mood was very stable that day, and I also inquired with others in private later, after Xie Xing left My son didn't show much abnormality..."

"Have you asked someone?" Bu Chonghua suddenly caught something: "Did someone go to Zhang Boming after Xie walked that afternoon?"

Zhang Zhixing's eyes trembled slightly, he hesitated to speak several times, and finally said hoarsely: "Yes, there is a person...his name is Lin Hao."

—— Lin Hao!

"This person is my son's friend for many years, and he belongs to the first group of Internet police officers trained in China. He joined the special intelligence team about ten years ago, and is responsible for network security. He also has a deep research on the dark web."

Bu Chonghua frowned imperceptibly, his brain seemed to be divided into two parts, one part controlled him to receive every word Zhang Zhixing said and quickly parse the information in it, while the other part was running rapidly in the depths of his mind——

Lin Hao joined the special case team ten years ago. This time happened to be around the time Wu Yu assisted the police in capturing Arthur Hodgson and escaped from the Hongshan torture chamber.

So what role did he play in Zhang Boming's suicide?

What kind of psychological motives are there for all his concern and doubts about Wu Yu, as well as the metaphor of the abyss and dragon slaying? !

"At the Yunnan Provincial Hospital that afternoon, almost half an hour after Xie Xing left, Lin Hao brought some documents to my son to sign, and left about 40 minutes later. He later revealed to me that Zhang Boming was in a sad mood. , but his thinking is still calm and clear, and he handles all kinds of to-do items in an orderly manner. He doesn't seem to be suicidal at all; Normal, just a little sad and down."

"Why is he depressed?" Bu Chonghua immediately asked.

Zhang Zhixing shook his head: "During that time, he was always like that. He was escaped by sharks because of the siege operation. He felt that he was responsible for improper command, but I think it was just a psychological gap caused by his too high demands on himself."

He has extremely high self-demand, is very strict with others and himself, and is highly idealized—it really fits Wu Yu and Jiang Ting's descriptions of Zhang Boming respectively, and it also fits Wu Yu's explanation of the reasons for Zhang Boming's suicide.

"He didn't mention Xie Xing to me, but in retrospect, he did say something strange."

Bu Chonghua frowned: "What?"

"..."

Zhang Zhixing pondered for a long time, as if he couldn't make up his mind whether to mention it to the head of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, who had only seen him a few times. After half a cigarette, the old professor sighed and said, "Well, anyway, I was I also told the investigation team, but no one of them took this sentence seriously..."

"He said that he was sorry for Xie Xing and felt very ashamed."

He is ashamed of Xie Xing?

Doesn't this mean that Zhang Boming may have committed suicide?

"When I say that, you must think that my son may have committed suicide, right?" Zhang Zhixing seemed to see through what Bu Chonghua was thinking, and smiled wryly: "But you believe me, I know my son, he is an upright, A kind and principled person; he feels guilty because he dragged his former classmates into the water, causing Xie Xing to be seriously injured and sacrificed in the battle against sharks, not because he has done any other things that are sorry for his comrades, let alone Because of this, I ran to commit suicide!"

——Bu Chonghua finally confirmed what he had always guessed.

Zhang Zhixing didn't know what happened in the Hongshan prison ten years ago, and he didn't know that Zhang Boming was suspected of giving up his life as an undercover agent in order to catch the drug lord. Obviously, neither the investigation team nor Lin Hao told the truth to this father. .

So he was brooding, he couldn't figure out why his son died, all his unwillingness and resentment were the most logical and natural reactions of a father!

"..." Bu Chonghua looked at the haggard old professor in front of him. He didn't know what to say for a while. He felt sore and congested in his throat. After a long while, he coughed forcefully and said calmly: "... ...Have you ever thought that perhaps Zhang Boming's guilt refers to other things?"

Zhang Zhixing asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"Zhang Boming is the only upline who can communicate with the artist one-way, that is to say, all his instructions are only directed to the artist, and the artist is completely closed to everyone in the special situation team and never communicates. In this case, If Zhang Boming had ever made any decision that was not conducive to the safety of undercover agents in order to complete the task as soon as possible..."

"Impossible!" Zhang Zhixing interrupted him abruptly.

Bu Chonghua took a breath: "I'm not..."

"I know what you mean. The situation you said is impossible! Although Zhang Boming is the only person who can command the painter, all his orders must be approved by the leader of the special intelligence team, and then conveyed by the network security experts. How could it be possible to joke about the safety of an undercover agent?!"

Bu Chonghua froze for a moment.

"Besides, do you know what the first iron law of the special situation team is, you are not allowed to sacrifice an undercover agent for any mission!" Zhang Zhixing seemed to have heard some ridiculous joke: "What do you think the special situation team is? Are 30-year-old young people messing around? How important is the life of a cross-border undercover agent, can you just give up if you say you want to give up? The death of a precious front-line undercover agent is enough to make all relevant leaders be held accountable and dismissed. How can Zhang Boming have such great power? Threatening the artist's safety?!"

Bu Chonghua leaned back in the chair slowly, unable to speak a word.

Even though he was emotionally inclined to Wu Yu, the rationality of more than ten years of criminal investigators told him that what Zhang Zhixing said was more in line with the actual situation.

In order to catch the international drug lord, they ignore the distress signal sent by the undercover agent. Although this kind of thing often appears in dog-blood dramas, the scriptwriter can think of the supervision team of the Ministry of Public Security. In reality, there are various Rules and regulations, and various monitoring methods to prevent it from happening.Otherwise, once this matter is exposed and spread, it will not only chill the hearts of other undercover personnel, but may even lead to unpredictable hurricane-like consequences.

So why is the story in Wu Yu's mouth another version?

What happened ten years ago, and whether the artist really exposed it, or guessed deeper—whether the so-called distress signal never existed from the very beginning, and Zhang Boming didn't need to commit suicide at all?

Who the hell lied?

"I shouldn't have told you this," Zhang Zhixing exhaled heavily and rubbed his eyes vigorously, "I just think that since you know Xie Xing, you also know my son... Ever since the investigation team in Yundian was disbanded , I have never met anyone who knows what happened back then like you, you are the only one."

Bu Chonghua took a sip from the already cold teacup.

"That's it for today." Zhang Zhixing couldn't continue, stood up with reddened eyes, and finally threw away the black bag that he had been pressing under his hands all the time: "This is what you want. Some of it is from the school back then. Some of the piles of papers were handed over to my son by Xie Xing before he left, and left after my son passed away."

Bu Chonghua reached out to catch it, and his knuckles were slightly discolored due to the force.

"Whether you believe me or not, I hope you will fulfill your promise as soon as possible so that I can personally participate in the plan to encircle and suppress the dark net." Zhang Zhixing said seriously: "I am already very old, Captain Bu, I hope not to Leave no regrets for yourself in this life."

After a long time, Bu Chonghua nodded, and with a deep murmur, Zhang Zhixing turned and left.

The coffee shop is very quiet. There are almost no people at this time. There are couples feeding each other cakes in the distance. Other than that, only the shop assistants are talking and laughing softly at the back kitchen door.Bu Chonghua's temples twitched and twitched. After a long time, he exhaled forcefully and looked at the bag in his hand.

——This contains Xie Xing's life.

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Bu Chonghua had never felt so heavy in his hand, not when he held a gun for the first time, not when he moved a corpse at the scene for the first time, and not when he killed a robber resisting arrest for the first time.For a moment, he even felt that he might not be able to open such a heavy package, but with the sound of slight friction, he saw that his hand still opened the small metal zipper little by little.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of A4 paper folded in half floated out——

As if some kind of hint in the dark, Bu Chonghua's heart beat wildly, and he bent down to pick up the piece of paper.

This is a scanned color copy. The original should be a scrapbook that was popular more than ten years ago, which is to cut out stamps, photos, and newspaper news and paste them in a notebook.Judging from the color, the original document should be quite old, and there are two lines of sharp and clear characters on the top——

On the [-]th day of the tenth month, mother

solution

Bu Chonghua's eyes froze on the color photo.

It was a very, very good-looking young woman, wearing a pink silk shirt, white pleated skirt, high-heeled leather shoes, and carrying a fashionable small handbag, squatting in front of the grove.She was smiling and holding a little boy about five or six years old in her hand. His facial features were very similar to her own. Bu Chonghua recognized the little boy at a glance.

The face changes between a child and an adult can be very huge, but whether it is the eyes of this child staring at the camera from bottom to top, the slightly retracted jawline, or the indescribable tension in the ignorant expression, they are all the same as those of adults. No difference.What is more obvious is that because the child did not smile, the corners of the mouth on both sides were naturally downward. This feature has not changed in the slightest until more than 20 years later.

Bu Chonghua stared at the photo without moving, and there was a bang in his heart, as if a boulder fell from the void, so relaxed that he almost collapsed.

It was Wu Yu, he thought over and over in his heart, it was indeed Wu Yu.