The hour hand on the wall was gradually pointing to ten o'clock. Clues gathered from the front line of search and rescue, and orders were sent out from the task force in all directions. Countless people stayed awake, and chaotic footsteps resounded throughout the building... but to no avail.
The weather and road conditions at the time of the crime became the best cover for the kidnappers.
"It's only been a few fucking days since I returned to Jianning, and my living cousin could be kidnapped on the way to the scene?!—The surname is Song! My great-grandfather's tablet swore not to give in to the Chinese police academy!!…”
Yan Yan's roar shook the corridor through the thick wooden door of the reception room. No one dared to make a sound outside, and no one even dared to stop for a while. When everyone passed by, they leaned against the wall and slid past. "Who is that?" "Our team is his cousin!" "Hey really, it's useless to scold people now." "But what else can family members do other than scold people..."
…
"Detachment Yan, I understand your feelings, but please believe that I am also worried." Song Ping's face was terrifyingly dark in the reception room, but he still managed to remain calm: "You know, it's useless to vent your emotions now. Yes, everyone outside is working hard to find the clues for them... "
"Fuck your sister is useless! The purpose of my coming here is to see you dead in this room!" Yan Yan scolded her head and face: "When the kidnapper calls, I will immediately put a gun on you, no matter what the request must be. Unconditional promise to Lao Tzu! As long as I'm watching here, no one will try to make my cousin a martyr, and no one will want to take it out of this matter!!"
Yan Xun's key point was right to the point, but what he grasped was another key point. Song Ping gasped for several breaths before barely suppressing his rising blood pressure, and turned his target to the other side of the long table: "Professor Jiang, you also say something, now our most critical and most urgent task is obviously—"
Jiang Ting poured a cup of tea and patted Yan Yan on the back: "You drink water first, take a breath..."
Song Ping's blood pressure broke through 180 on the spot.
Yan Yan drank the tea with Jiang Ting's hand, turned his head and stared at Song Ping with red eyes: "Don't use the official language with me, I will guard the Nancheng Branch from now on, I will go wherever you go. I don't care about the kidnappers. What's the purpose of it, whether it wants money or people, even if you want this black gauze hat on your head!—"
bang!
The door of the reception room opened in response and slammed into the wall. Wang Jiuling's face was bulging and he was panting for breath: "Hui, Hui, report to Song Bureau, the base station exchange signal shows that Bu Chonghua's mobile phone is turned on!!"
Yan Yan's roar stopped abruptly, and he said in unison with Song Ping, "Where?!"
"..." Wang Jiuling opened her mouth and said in a trembling voice, "Port area."
In the port area, the deceased Ding Sheng went online on Weibo, the police were dispatched on a rainy night, and the port area where Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu disappeared mysteriously after a car crash.
There seems to be a pair of invisible ghost hands that have set up a trap and are slowly opening the ghostly door to the police.
Yan Yan ran out without hesitation, when he heard behind him: "Stop for me!"
Song Ping clutched the back of the chair tightly, gasping for breath, his face was gloomy and blue, and strode out: "Immediately mobilize the port area public security branch, the patrol police brigade and the nearest search and rescue team to the location of the signal, and tell Lao Xu that I will be here in person. In the past. The surname is Yan!"
Yan Yan turned his head, Song Ping passed him hurriedly, and said coldly, "I don't care whether you drive a tens of millions of luxury cars, from now on you will ride with me in the police car. Otherwise, if you turn over today A G63 will flip a G65 tomorrow, I'm afraid your grandfathers will stand on my bedside with ropes in the middle of the night!"
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"... Wu Yu, Wu Yu?"
"… "
"Wu Yu, wake up!" Someone called him in a trance, and his voice gradually became clearer: "The sun is so high! Get up!"
Wu Yu opened his eyes, and then he was stabbed by the dazzling morning light outside the floor-to-ceiling window and raised his arm. After a long while, he rubbed his eyes and slowly got up. He glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table: "So early you... Ha-yawn-"
He stood up listlessly and stepped on the carpet with his bare feet, only to hear the hurried footsteps of Bu Chonghua from outside the bedroom door: "Eat your own breakfast on the table, the car is full of gas, and the keys are in the plate in the shoe cabinet. .You have the card that keeps the money at home, right? Remember to pay the bill when the bill comes in two days. The cash for the weekly cleaning is kept in the study drawer. Don't forget to water the green plants on my balcony. ."
"...Bu Chonghua?" Wu Yu stood beside the bed, stunned: "Where are you going?"
"You must brush your teeth after eating snacks at night, and don't run around without drying your head after taking a shower. You will know it's bad if you are old and rheumatic." There was a ding from the microwave in the kitchen. Hua Yangsheng: "Hey! Your soup is hot! Come out and drink it!"
The bright sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lost its temperature at some point, turning gray and gloomy, and the bird calls disappeared in the whistling-sharp wind. The cold wind swept the room through the cracks of the window, and the dust roared up and fell on the quiet furniture in the dim light.
"...Where are you going?" Wu Yu took a step forward mechanically: "Bu Chonghua?"
Bu Chonghua's normal voice still came from outside, as if he was unaware of all the changes: "Come and drink! Your soup is ready!"
Wu Yu walked out of the open master bedroom door step by step in a trance, and the next moment his footsteps suddenly froze. He saw blood-soaked and messy footprints on the tiled floor. He followed the footprints and looked forward. The ground, walls, and floor-to-ceiling windows were full of shocking blood. Bu Chonghua stood in the open kitchen with his back to him. He turned his head, holding a bowl of steaming liquid in his hand.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked inexplicably.
Wu Yu opened his mouth, but his throat was blocked by something invisible, so he couldn't make a sound.
"Come on," Bu Chonghua smiled, and finally turned around, revealing his body that had been stabbed countless times, with blood gurgling from his neck, arms, chest and abdomen, then walked around the cabinet and walked towards him: "Quickly. , come and drink soup."
No, how did you become like this
"The soup I prepared specially for you."
Who made you like this
"I'm going to leave after drinking. You can take care of yourself in the future."
where do you want to go
Wu Yu stepped back, but the open bedroom door seemed to be blocked by an invisible and transparent wall, and he had nowhere to hide. I saw Bu Chonghua's smiling, unfamiliar face was already in front of his eyes, he brought the bowl of blood-red liquid to his mouth, and said with a smile, "Come, take a sip—"
don't want! Take it away!
Let my Bu Chonghua come back! —
Wu Yu was curled up on the cold and moldy ground, and in his drowsiness, he heard cluttered noises around him: iron frames banged, vague disputes and scuffles, women screamed, children hoarse and screamed... This movement lasted for a long time, and then everything suddenly quieted down. , like the movie was suddenly hit the pause button, so quiet that it was heart-pounding and creepy.
what happened? Where is Bu Chonghua
Wu Yu's soul seemed to have detached from his body, floating in the dark space, instinctively feeling a trace of unease.
At this moment, the footsteps finally sounded again, then stopped beside him, and then the familiar arms lifted him halfway from the ground, and drops of warm and sweet liquid flowed down his dry lips into his throat.
… What is he giving me a drink
Wu Yu seemed to be locked in the dark world behind his eyelids. His brain was stagnant and he couldn't think. He could only wriggle his throat with his survival instinct and swallowed the dozens of drops of liquid intermittently. A tinge of heat finally rose to the limbs.
"It's alright, it's alright..." He heard Bu Chonghua's voice whispering in his ear, kissing exhausted one after another, and kept repeating: "It will be alright soon, don't worry..."
Wu Yu ignored the vague fear and panic in the deepest part of his subconscious. He leaned on Xiang Bu Chonghua with all his weight, and the last trace of his mind broke silently, drifting into the bottomless abyss.
At least for this moment, they still hugged each other tightly.
If only it could be like this forever.
If only I could hold each other's hands like this forever.
…
Time passed by, and suddenly, without warning, there was a faint tremor on the ground!
"...the signal is over there..."
"There's a door here, there's a door!..."
It was a slight movement that seemed to be an illusion at first, and then it became clearer and louder. It seemed that a lot of messy footsteps were hurriedly gathered outside the door, and then there was a sound of bang bang bang bang bang and iron chain clattering: "There is someone inside. Hey!" "Anyone? We're the police!"
Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!
"Police!" "Anyone?" "Back, back, back!"
A patrol captain armed with a gun signaled everyone else to back away, aiming at the locked "General Iron" on the door and decisively bang! With one shot, the thick wooden latch of the padlock snapped, and the cartridge case fell to the ground, but when I pushed the door again, it didn't move.
"Holy trough, it's still locked inside, which unit has a door breaker?"
"Me, me, me!" Someone immediately responded: "We seem to have it in the car at the police station, and the car is parked outside!"
"Go get it!"
"Quick, quick, here, here, here!"
"Be careful! Everyone stand back! Three two one—"
Bang!
The iron door slammed open, the missile hit the wall, and was supported by someone, and the long-lost fresh air rushed in. Immediately after that, a dozen or so flashlight beams squeezed into the door and swayed. In the confusion, I saw two shadows close to each other in the open space beside the door, and then I took a closer look and suddenly screamed: "I'm really someone! "It's the step detachment!"
Messy voices swarmed up, but neither of Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu, who was in a coma, knew about it. They were helped up by people, and the flashlight showed them: "Both of them are dead, call 120 and notify the city bureau!!"
"Where is the distribution box, where is the distribution box, is this ghost place locked?"
The panic screamed and exploded on the ground: "—Fuck!! Drain the drains, some children are going to die!"
Child? !
Several people rushed to the drain pipe at the same time, and under the swaying flashlight, they saw a young child lying motionless on the ground, with a face full of gray and gray. Everyone felt their scalps tingle, and the patrol captain put the flashlight on the ground, shaking his hands to pick up the child. At this moment, he saw the flashlight swirl a few times on the ground, and suddenly a shadow appeared in the distance—
He stopped as if struck by lightning.
The beam spreads forward, and behind a few rows of empty iron frames at the end, a woman is leaning on the ground, her wide eyes like two blue lamps, staring at everyone in the open space.
She had a dagger stuck in her chest, blood was dripping all over the floor, and she was already dead.