"The blood pressure of the injured is 80/40mmHg, and it is still falling!"
"Prepare for surgery immediately, and notify the blood room to prepare blood!"
"Nurse! Nurse! Two suction devices are not enough to add another one!!"
…
A nurse rushed to open the way in front, and the medical staff behind him pushed the iron wheels of the ambulance and rushed into the already wide operating room, and then the red light for rescue was turned on. The doctor on duty, whose hair was soaked with sweat, took off his mask and asked, "Are you two family members of the two injured?"
Several criminal policemen from the Nancheng Detachment stood in the corridor outside the operating room door, and Yan Jiujiang stopped by the door.
"Bu Chonghua, liver contusion, multiple contusions and lacerations of multiple organs in the abdominal cavity, intra-abdominal hemorrhage, and immediate surgery is required." The doctor took out the informed letter and stuffed it into Yan Yu, then turned to Jiang Ting: "The injured Wu Yu, the situation is more complicated, Families need to be mentally prepared."
Jiang Ting didn't move, and after a few seconds he spat out two words: "...you said."
"The injured person suffered a skull base fracture in the car accident, and the fracture port cut through the skull base segment of the arterial blood vessel, which should have caused massive intracranial hemorrhage immediately, but the bleeding point was blocked in time by the blood clot, so miraculously, it persisted for several days. But unfortunately, a few days later, because the blood clot began to dissolve and the injured person moved without authorization, the blood vessel ruptured again, causing bleeding. When I was sent to the hospital, the bleeding from the nose and mouth had reached nearly 2,000 ml, and it might be too late for rescue after half an hour. already."
The doctor paused, and also took out another letter of knowledge and handed it to Jiang Ting: "We have established a blood transfusion and rehydration channel for the injured, and we are going to try to insert a catheter into the femoral vein of the injured to see if we can successfully embolize the carotid artery rupture. But because it has been delayed for more than 72 hours, the success rate of the operation is not very high. I hope the family members will be prepared and cooperate fully."
Jiang Ting clenched the piece of paper tightly with his fingers, and the paper was even wrinkled a few times, but his voice remained steady: "Everything is up to the doctor."
The doctor on duty nodded, didn't have the energy to say more, turned around and rushed back to the operating room.
"Song Bureau!" "Song Bureau is here!"
Song Ping didn't have time to take the elevator, so he ran up the corridor by himself. The vice president of the first hospital was quickly following him and explaining something in a low voice. He should be repeating what the doctor on duty just said in a more euphemistic language. Tie Qing nodded with a sullen face: "I see, please do your best to help."
Then, without looking at the surrounding police, he walked straight forward and stood in front of Yan Yu and Jiang Ting. He opened his mouth as if he didn't know how to organize his words, and finally let out a hot breath and said concisely:
"Peng Wan's body was found at the scene, and it was homicide."
The air froze.
"Her son also died, but because of severe prostration and lack of water, the rescue was declared invalid five minutes ago."
The surroundings were silent for a while, and no one could believe his ears. After a while, Yan Xun stiffly uttered three words: "...Who did it?"
who did it.
Song Ping shook his head, the corners of his mouth seemed to be filled with bitterness and sarcasm, but he was so exhausted that he didn't even have the strength. After a long while, he looked directly into the eyes of the two of them, and squeezed out an extremely ugly smile: "You better get it first. One thing clear."
"Bu Chonghua, Wu Yu, Peng Wan, and Tao Ze were imprisoned in a long-abandoned warehouse at the port area's waste industrial container distribution center. The kidnappers locked the door of the warehouse with iron locks, while the four hostages were locked inside the door. The door latch. In other words, during the 72 hours of captivity, the kidnappers could not get in and the hostages could not get out. After careful investigation by dozens of technical investigators at the scene, it was determined that no tunnels or secret doors could be found.”
"The scene of the murder was an inside and outside double secret room, and it was the people in the secret room who killed her."
"...Impossible," Yan Yan said in a trembling voice, "Impossible, they have no motive, why would they do this?"
Song Ping said hoarsely, "They have."
He took out a small physical evidence bag from his pocket, Yan Xun took it over, only to see that the physical evidence bag was a piece of paper that had been pieced together and pasted by the technical investigator, and two lines of red letters on the paper were vaguely recognizable: "This— "
"This was found in Bu Chonghua's trouser pocket. It is presumed to be an order from the kidnappers. Only the fingerprints of Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu are on the note."
Yan Yan's expression was blank, she looked at Jiang Ting, and met Jiang Ting's equally blank face.
"It must be 'one person kills the other' before 'you can all go out'. That is to say, suicide is not acceptable, and collapse to death is not acceptable. The purpose of the kidnappers is to force the prisoner to commit murder." Song Ping said in a deep voice Said: "I also don't want to believe that either of them killed people, but the fact is that the forensic doctor determined that Peng Wan died of homicide, and a dagger pierced her heart."
"… "
In extreme desperation, in a desperate situation where you have completely lost the last hope of being rescued, what would you do if you were Bu Chonghua and the daughter of a big drug lord who slaughtered your family was on the opposite side
Even if you have an absolute sense of justice, precise self-control, and a mechanically flexible love and hatred, you would rather die than break the principles and beliefs in your heart; but what if your lover is bleeding into death in your arms
Are principles still so indestructible
Is justice still so black and white
"...I don't believe that there is an absolute secret room in this world." Suddenly Jiang Ting spoke abruptly, his tone gasping and decisive: "How many secret rooms have turned out to be just murder tricks, organs, tunnels, door locks, blinds... Some secret rooms are indeed No one can get in or out, but the murder weapon can, as long as you look carefully, you can always find flaws!"
"Then tell me where the flaw is?" Song Ping asked in response, "Dozens of technical investigators have rummaged through the entire warehouse, feeling every inch of the brick cracks. The only thing that can communicate with the outside world is the drain pipe. It is 9.3 centimeters long and 6.5 centimeters wide, so even an old rat can't get through it, how did the kidnappers use this drain pipe to insert the knife into Peng Wan's chest?"
Jiang Ting raised his voice rarely: "I request to investigate the murder scene in person!"
"No, okay! You are a relative of the suspect! Now I tell you that the case is considered a violation!"
"Does that mean that if it proves that Wu Yu is not suspected of murder, I don't have to evade this case?"
Song Ping roared: "How do you prove that Wu Yu is not suspected of murder?!"
The surrounding air was suddenly dead.
Yes, both of them are undergoing emergency surgery, and Wu Yu's life and death have not yet been determined; if the technical investigator can't conjure up a surveillance camera out of thin air from the secret room that was sealed inside and outside to restore the process of the crime, then the only way to catch the kidnapper is. can go.
But where to go to catch the kidnappers
One fog after another, this bloody and bizarre kidnapping and secret room murder case, will the police really make it clear one day
With a ding sound, the elevator at the end of the corridor opened, and the round Xu Ju stumbled out, his face was pale and sweaty, he waved away his men who hurriedly came to help, stumbled to Song Ping's side, grabbed his hand, squeezed out two Word: "Lao Song."
"What?" Seeing that the situation was wrong, Song Ping immediately held back his shaky body: "Have the fingerprints of the murder weapon been found?"
Xu Bureau shook his head.
"Could it be that a secret passage was discovered at the scene?!"
Xu Bureau shook his head again.
"What's going on?!" Song Ping was about to roar.
Xu Ju stared blankly but was speechless. He panted for a while before approaching Song Ping's ear. Although his trembling voice was extremely low, he could hear all around him:
"... Wang Jiuling detected Bu Chonghua's blood from Peng Wan's teeth and between his fingernails."
"The last person who struggled to resist before she died... was Bu Chonghua."
The roar of thunder outside the window shattered the sky, reflecting the faces of everyone who changed color at the same time.
It was the last downpour of late summer.
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The gust of wind came from afar, rolled up the fallen leaves on the street, blew the traffic lights that changed at high places, drowned the rushing traffic people, and rushed into the sky wrapped in the breath of a huge city, disappearing under the cloudy sky. .
The autumn rain fell once and then again.
The summer dresses in the window of the city center were changed to autumn clothes, the sanitation workers swept away the dead leaves on the sidewalk, and the old people who were exercising in the park put on cardigans and trousers.
The temperature is getting cooler day by day.
The taxi stopped at the entrance of the first hospital of the city, and the driver slapped the meter: "Twenty-eight yuan, thank you! Alipay or WeChat?"
Song Ping, who was wearing a hat and a mask in the back seat, handed over two banknotes and signaled that he didn't need to look for them. He stumbled out of the car and walked across the road to the inpatient building.
At this moment, someone behind him quickly caught up and shouted: "Song Bureau!"
Song Ping turned his head when he heard the sound, his eyebrows tightened under the brim of his hat, and he saw Lin Fang.
The single-room ward on the top floor is quiet and silent, and the corridor is light and can be seen. The elevator door opened slowly, Song Ping took the lead and walked out, saying lightly, "As expected of a network security worker, your nose is smart enough."
"I also heard that Wu Yu woke up from a coma last night, and the Bu detachment finally woke up this morning, so I came to have a look." Lin Fang followed behind him and smiled: "But it's not as good as Song Ju— I heard that Bureau Song has been running to the hospital every day to guard the Bu detachment since half a month ago, and the frequency is not comparable to that of the Bu detachment's cousins.
The two of them stepped on the empty corridor, and Song Ping didn't turn his head back: "You think too much. Yan Xun can't come because the city bureau has issued a prohibition order, only me and a few old men from the city party committee can come to the hospital in person. When I asked about Bu Chonghua's recovery, I only came here three or five times more than others."
Lin Fang smiled and changed the topic casually: "But the fate in this world is really coincidental."
"how?"
"I heard that the operation of the Bu detachment was very successful, but it just couldn't wake up. Last week, the doctor said that Wu Yu's condition had improved, and the Bu detachment suddenly announced that he was out of danger. Last night, Wu Yu was completely awake, so this morning the Bu detachment also Then I woke up." Lin Fang blinked his eyes and seemed to find it quite interesting: "Probably the Bu detachment could sense Wu Yu's state across two floors. It's just that the legend has a consonance."
The two walked to the door of the ward one after the other, when Song Ping suddenly stopped, looked back at Lin Fang, and looked him up and down.
Lin Fang politely said, "You—?"
Song Ping asked, "How long have you known Wu Yu?"
Lin Fang didn't know why he suddenly asked this: "It's been ten years."
"Some people have been together for ten years, and their white heads are like new; some people are as old as they are when they meet each other." Song Ping patted him on the shoulder and smiled leisurely: "That's why there are four words in the world, I understand. right?"
Lin Fang: "..."
Song Ping pushed open the door of the ward and walked in.
Yang Chengdong was standing beside the hospital bed with his subordinates, and when he saw the door being pushed open, he immediately stood up: "Song Bureau!"
"how is the situation?"
On the hospital bed, Bu Chonghua was lying deep in the quilt. The infusion bag was dripping water into the vein of his arm. The instrument showed a steady heartbeat. His eyes were closed and his face was calm. Apart from being a little pale, he was much better than before. In contrast, Yang Chengdong was so haggard: "Report to Bureau Song, I woke up again in the morning and can speak. That is to say, I have to take three breaths, and I have to call me Zhang Xiaoyu. It sounds like I am scolding me. The doctor gave me some medicine and said that I would sleep for four hours after eating, and I will wake up and see if I can get out of bed. Activity - I figured it was time to wake up, and I was planning to call someone."
Bureau Song said: "Don't cry, I have already said hello to the Disciplinary Committee of the Municipal Party Committee. You Hou Bureau will arrive later with those old men. You go out and prepare to welcome them."
Yang Chengdong was eager to go out and smoke a cigarette: "Yes!"
A group of people were ordered to leave, the door of the ward was closed, and silence was restored. Song Ping slowly sat on the edge of the hospital bed, moved the chair closer, looked at Bu Chonghua's calm face on the snow-white pillow, and muttered after a while, "...he was so honest when he was a child."
Lin Fang stood by the side with his hands down and said nothing.
"When he turned ten years old, the two of us just went north together. At that time, it was not so much that I adopted him, it was better to say that a big bachelor led a small bachelor to live with each other, learning from each other to comfort and heal each other for a long time. At that time, there was no such fashionable statement as stress syndrome. We all felt sick, but we didn’t know where the disease was. Having a child was my hope in life.”
Song Ping lowered his head and sighed deeply.
"Until I met Xiujuan later, with Huihui and Xiaoyuan, I still felt that he was like my eldest son. I once thought that what I left in the future should be divided equally among the three of them, although he may not need it, although His grandfather and mother have left him a lot... But I didn't expect that fate in the world is so short, and separation is always so easy, that people can't even prepare for it."
Lin Fang glanced at Bu Chonghua's sleeping face, looked at Song Ping again, and said with a slight smile, "Have you stayed in front of the hospital bed every day for half a month just to talk about this?"
Song Ping turned his head to meet his gaze, and asked back, "What else?"
"Oh, it's nothing." Lin Fang smiled and said, "I just think that you said it as if you had already determined that the one who killed Peng Wan was the Bu detachment. It sounds really uncomfortable."
Song Ping smiled lightly, and said meaningfully: "If it wasn't Bu Chonghua who killed him, I'm afraid some people will not feel good about it, right?"
In an instant, Lin Fang's expression changed slightly, but it only happened in the blink of an eye. Hearing the creaking of the hospital bed twice, Bu Chonghua slowly opened his eyes and moved his arms in a trance:
"Song..."
"You finally woke up? Don't move!" Song Ping got up and held his hand, and immediately pressed the nurse bell: "Lie down, how do you feel?"
Bu Chonghua closed his eyes, opened them again after a while, his vision became slightly clearer, took two sips of water in Song Ping's hand, took a long sigh, and sat up and leaned on the hospital bed as if he was enduring dizziness. Head, staring blankly at the ward:
"I am..."
"This is the city's first hospital. Do you remember what happened? The car accident, the secret room, Peng Wan and her son, more than a month have passed, do you know?"
- Peng Wan.
Bu Chonghua didn't react at first when he heard these two words, but after a few seconds, it seemed as if he had been pricked by a needle, and his pupils instantly tightened: "...Peng...Wan..."
Song Ping said eagerly: "Do you remember what happened? Who moved you to the abandoned warehouse after the car accident, did you see the kidnapper's face?"
"I… "
"What happened in the secret room? Has anyone entered it? Has Peng Wan ever been in contact with the kidnappers?"
"… "
Bu Chonghua held his forehead painfully, and inserted his fingers deeply into his hair, as if countless images were erupting from the depths of his mind like a blowout. Lin Fang narrowed his eyes suspiciously, when the door of the ward was pushed open by the doctors and nurses on duty, and a group of people rushed in at the same time: "Are you awake?" "How do you feel?" "Don't mess around, don't mess around. verb: move!"
The situation of questioning was suddenly broken. Song Ping wanted to push Bu Chonghua back to the hospital bed for examination, but at this moment, a "crack!" sound was blocked by a hand stretched out from Hengli. Focusing on Bu Chonghua: "Bu Detachment, Peng Wan is dead."
Bu Zhonghua suddenly stopped.
But Lin Fang didn't give him time to react, and he didn't give Song Ping any room to stop him. The next more direct question was slammed on the head: "Who killed her, Wu Yu or you?!"
Song Ping said angrily, "Lin Fang!"
The nurses in the room didn't dare to move, only Bu Chonghua couldn't help breathing, staring straight at the air in front of him. The second hand of the wall clock only moved a few spaces, but the time was astonishingly long. Finally, he raised his head, but no one looked at it:
"...Where's Wu Yu?"
Song Ping's throat squirmed: "...In the downstairs ward, he is out of danger."
In the eyes of the crowd, Bu Chonghua nodded and used all his strength to press the back of his head against the wall, as if he had finally made a decision that could not be turned back, and after a while he finally made a hoarse and calm voice: "I want to take a look at it again. he."
"Let me take another look at him and I'll tell you the answer."
Song Ping closed his eyes silently.
Wu Yu slept in the intensive care ward with tubes inserted all over his body, his complexion was far inferior to that of Bu Chonghua, and his cheeks were pale and thin, even a little out of shape.
Only the smooth curve of the bedside instrument and the silent flashing green light showed that he had passed the dangerous period safely.
"The doctor said that the recovery is not bad, but you can't do strenuous exercise for half a year, and there may be some sequelae. The specifics should be observed later." Jiang stopped by the hospital bed, holding a thermos cup in his hand. , with a faint look of tiredness in his eyes: "Fortunately, my mobility has not been affected for a long time. After a few more days of sleep, I should be able to get out of bed and move around."
Bu Chonghua sat in the chair beside the hospital bed, held Wu Yu's hand, and looked at him without blinking.
"The first thing I said when I woke up last night was to ask the Bu detachment you. I said you were okay, and you have been discharged from the hospital. I don't know if he understood." Jiang Ting glanced back at Song Ping and Lin Fang inexplicably, and then Then he turned to Bu Chonghua: "If he knew that you came to see him today, he should be very happy."
Bu Chonghua said softly, "Thank you, Professor Jiang."
"Thank you, it's better to save these two words until the end of the song." Jiang Ting picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair and said, "Then I'll go out first, and you can talk slowly."
Bu Chonghua said plainly: "No, I won't delay for a long time."
Jiang Ting was about to let Song Ju and Lin Gang go out naturally, when he heard the words, he paused. I saw Bu Chonghua stand up, with one elbow resting on the pillow, and the other hand carefully straightening Wu Yu's messy and soft black hair, fingertips from his full forehead, tightly closed eyebrows, tall and narrow nose bridge and The edge of his lips was drawn inch by inch, as if he wanted to use this action to imprint the face in front of him in the depths of his soul forever.
"...Remember that night when I was downstairs in the detachment, you asked me why I never smoked?" He asked in a low voice after a while, unexpectedly soft and tender: "I'm sorry, before I met you, I thought I would never smoke in my life. There will be regrets one day."
Wu Yu's face was calm, his chest heaving slightly.
Bu Chonghua's forehead rested on his cold forehead, and the light projected from the window on the other side of the hospital bed outlined their face-to-face silhouette. The ward was silent, and after an unknown amount of time, I finally saw Bu Chonghua's sharp Adam's apple rolling up and down, and he closed his eyes.
"From now on, I really have to take care of myself," he said.
Jiang Ting's eyes widened slightly uncontrollably, and his eyes suddenly turned to Song Ping, but he saw Song Ping forced himself to turn his face a little bit, his hands clenched into fists by his side, and his fingers didn't go into the flesh of his palm—
At this time, Bu Chonghua straightened up, glanced at Wu Yu for the last time, and turned back to them with a flat smile:
"I killed Peng Wan."
- He really said it.
That's what he said!
Jiang Ting was shocked, Song Ju's face was pale, but Lin Fang was the one who responded the fastest. The air in the ward only froze for a moment, and the next moment Song Ping just pulled his feet, but was stopped by Lin Fang, his voice was sharp and merciless: "Song Bureau stay!"
"you… "
"From now on, you are a family member of the suspect, and you must avoid this case and send Bu Chonghua out of Jinhai for review by the Ministry of Public Security!"