Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 114

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Not far away, the speedboat didn't seem to move at all, as the waves floated slightly, reflected in Bu Chonghua's calm eyes.

"… Rumor." He pondered for a moment inexplicably, then asked, "What rumor?"

The muzzle of the gun is firmly against the back of his head. If the trigger is pulled at this distance, then the TV will be shocked and the corners of the mouth will bleed, and then the beautiful and slow posture will fall gracefully to the ground. Half of his facial features were gone, and there was only a blood gourd with a scoop left on his neck.

Shark's question finally came from behind: "I heard that when the painter first entered your public security bureau, he was your little brother for a long time?"

Bu Chonghua stopped for half a second before saying, "Yes."

"I rarely kill people in my life, but nine out of ten people I kill are stupid." The shark's voice was very serious, and he didn't mean to joke at all: "Have you noticed this? The brains of people with bad eyesight It won't be good either, and cooperating with stupid people will get you into huge trouble for yourself. So in order to avoid any trouble you get me in the future..."

The bullet was loaded with a click, and the shark raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry, squad leader."

He was about to pull the trigger, when he heard Bu Chonghua suddenly sneer:

"—Is the daily love between us so blinding to you?"

"what?"

The shark's movement was stagnant, and Bu Chonghua suddenly turned around and grabbed the handle. With a bang, the bullet went off, and the handle of the gun came out of his hand, and was caught by him; the shark reacted very quickly, but he was caught by Bu Chonghua before he had time to counteract. He grabbed his arm and twisted it twice, kneeling on the ground with a knee on one side, and then his temple was firmly pressed against the muzzle of the gun!

"What!" "Put down the gun!"

The two bodyguards stepped forward in horror. Not far away, there were several movements in Karakara. Suddenly, twenty or thirty people flashed from behind the mound dozens of meters away. The muzzles of the black holes were aimed at Bu Chonghua at the same time. !

"—Don't move!" "Put down the gun!"

The situation was on the verge of breaking out, but Bu Chonghua slammed his middle finger on the gun, and the magazine fell off the ground.

"Just kidding." He smiled slightly, "Wu Yu and I... No, I sometimes play like this with the painter."

Shark rubbed his numb elbow and stood up, waved his hand to signal the bodyguard to put away the gun, and frowned, "What do you mean?"

The subordinates who were hiding in the dark retreated one after another, and the scene where the sword was drawn just now eased a little. Bu Chonghua took off the inconspicuous ring on his left index finger and flicked his thumb: "That's what it means."

The shark raised his hand and grabbed the ring, just glanced at it, and his eyes were fixed on the little fish in the inner circle with poor strokes, which looked like a hand-carved stick figure.

"Do you still want more evidence? But I guess you probably won't want to hear it." Bu Chonghua teased unabashedly: "Sorry, Mr. Shark, I didn't expect you to be this kind of... um... so emphatic and People who care about their opponent's social status. From a psychological point of view, this should be a manifestation of excess self-awareness and a strong sense of failure."

The shark's eyes didn't look away for a long time as if it was fixed. After a long while, he said coldly: "No, I just don't want to believe it."

"Don't want to believe that the painter enjoys the ordinary life of ordinary people very much?"

"… "

Shark didn't answer, and didn't even mean to pay any attention. He finally threw the ring back to him and took the gun that his subordinates picked up from a distance.

"You won, and I accepted your gift and proposal." His expression was quite gloomy, and he said, "I hope to cooperate happily from now on."

Having said that, the big international drug lord didn't have the slightest sense of happiness. If he just pulled the trigger and it was only five points true and five points false, now at least eight or nine points are true.

But Bu Chonghua didn't care, smiled and nodded, seemingly relaxed and happy, turned and walked towards the speedboat that was floating and sinking on the beach.

The jeep door behind him was finally pushed open, and Qin Chuan jumped out of the car, feeling very helpless: "I thought you had already decided before you came here that no matter how rhetoric this surnamed Bu, you would never trust him, let alone cooperate with him. boss?"

Shark asked: "What do you think the painter saw in him?"

Qin Chuan thought about it for a while, and said regretfully, "I don't know that. My position has always been a close friend of the majority of single women. A ruthless painter like a painter should not want to come to me for a long talk."

Shark shook his head.

"Hey," Qin Chuan suddenly remembered something: "How do you know that the ring was actually carved by the artist himself?"

"Of course I know," Shark said coldly.

"—what are you carving?"

The off-road vehicle roared on the mountain road, the dense rainforest on both sides scraped the windows and backed away. The shark in the spacious back seat leaned forward, and saw the young man in the passenger seat with a Bluetooth microphone pinned to his left ear, an M9 pistol on his waist, only half of his handsome white face showing under the sunglasses, and a knife in his hand. And an apple, but did not eat, carved something in the bumps of the vehicle, and when I looked closely, I saw that it was a vivid human face.

"Isn't this yourself?"

The young man laughed: "It's just boring and refreshing."

Long and bumpy journeys require constant vigilance, but can easily make you drowsy. On a whim, the shark asked casually, "The knife is good, can you carve one for me too?"

Unexpectedly, the atmosphere changed as soon as he got out of the car, and the bodyguard team leader beside the drug lord hesitated: "Mr. Phillip, this..."

Not only is this not very good, it is a taboo thing to let people look at the face of this long-wanted drug lord in the world at such a close distance, and then carve it in their hearts - not to mention that the security personnel will stop it, this act in front of you A young man who is prudent and has no water leakage to the point of becoming fine will definitely not agree.

The young man looked back at the shark. At such a close distance, the shark could see a hint of playfulness in his black and white eyes. After a while, the smile in his eyes deepened slightly, and he turned the apple to the other side that was intact. With three cuts and two cuts, something was quickly carved, and he cut off the half of the apple and raised it, "Is it like it?"

The bodyguard leader was stunned.

I saw a big, lively fish carved on the full skin of half an apple, and the teeth carved in the upper and lower rows were exceptionally sharp and clear, exuding a sweet and fruity fragrance - it was a cartoon great white shark!

"I'm sorry Mr Phillip, I didn't mean to offend you..."

The shark laughed, took the half of the apple without hesitation and bit it: "Like, this is the most vicious shark I've ever seen!"

The young man also nodded with a smile, cut the other half of the apple engraved with himself into a few random pieces, and wrapped it in a piece of paper, his thick eyelashes with a three-pointed smile were reflected in the rearview mirror.

"They told me that when Bu Chonghua escaped from Jinhai, the painter followed him for hundreds of kilometers. At the time, I didn't quite believe it. I thought that the only person who would chase after the painter in his life was me. When the man asked me to meet again and again, I agreed, thinking that if I found out that this man was lying half a word in his mouth, I would just kill him and throw him into the sea to feed the fish…”

"I didn't expect this to be true," Shark said solemnly, "My brave, cunning, and hard-hearted opponent above the altar actually has a day of chasing after ordinary people and feeling sad. "

Qin Chuan said with concern: "Yes, love is really a blinding thing, I completely understand your feelings. So what are you going to do now, boss, to kill this kid?"

"Kill him?" the shark repeated absurdly. "No, how can I kill my new friend?"

Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows and made a polite and doubtful expression.

Shark took out a cigar and slowly lit it, squinting his eyes and looking at the direction where the speedboat was gradually disappearing on the sea surface, and after a long time he put the cigar to his mouth and took a deep breath, sneering: "What do you think, if our new friend The drug business is booming, so in terms of his charm, is it enough to lure the painter to my side?"

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bang!

There was a dull movement from the drain pipe, Jiang Ting knelt on the ground halfway, glanced inward with his cheek on the ground, and said loudly: "No! Come down!"

Outside the high iron bars and windows of the warehouse, Wu Yu slid down the ground along the drain pipe, stepped on the soil covered with withered yellow grass and circled to the front door. After passing through a dusty corridor with a flashlight, he walked into this familiar dark warehouse. , Jiang Ting was standing up from the drain pipe and patted the dust on the survey gloves.

"It is indeed rusted to death," he said. "There should be no possibility that the murderer used the drain pipe to transport the murder weapon or materials to the secret room. However, just to be cautious, the technical investigator can remove the water pipe for a decomposition test."

Wu Yu said briefly, "Go."

"It's Team Wu!" Several surveyors behind him immediately responded and ran out to get tools.

The warehouse that once trapped them for three days and three nights still maintains its original appearance. The entrance is a small open space of about 30 square meters. On the wall opposite the main entrance, there is an iron fence window nailed with wooden bars. , next to the red rusted drain pipe by the window, there is still a small figure drawn in chalk, with a red triangular mark on the side, which is the trace of the body left by the three-year-old Tao Ze.

There were several rows of rusted iron frames on both sides of the clearing, and there was another larger chalk figure deep in the dark corner, maintaining the posthumous frozen posture, but the blood had dried up.

That's Peng Wan.

The wind swept into the room from nowhere, like a cold breath spraying on the back of Wu Yu's neck, like the girl crying resentfully.

"Song Ping is right, it is true that every brick crack and every inch of the ground is sealed with concrete, and there are no organs or secret doors. Except for the only iron door in the warehouse, there is no space for entry and exit, but the iron outside the iron door There is nothing suspicious about the lock or the solid wood latch that was broken by the door breaker." Jiang Ting had already taken off his coat, the cuffs of the gray woolen sweater were stacked on his arm, and he hooked at Wu Yu: "Give me a drink."

Wu Yu drank half of the mineral water bottle and handed it to him directly. Jiang Ting drank the other half before wiping the corner of his mouth with his wrist: "Did you find anything outside?"

Wu Yu shook his head, and he put on a shirt, but the back was already wet with sweat, showing a thin waist line: "No, the wall is solid and sealed on all sides."

"Is there any inconsistency in the depth of the cement in the corner?"

Jiang Ting wanted to ask the kidnappers if it was possible for the kidnappers to tear down half of the wall while they were in a coma. After killing Peng Wan, they exited and sealed the wall with bricks and cement. Although it looked like a tight room, it was actually a new one. There will be slight differences in the cement color between the brick surface and the old brick surface, which is enough to become evidence of overturning the case.

But Wu Yu said: "No. I have seen it."

Jiang Zing nodded, stepped forward, took off his survey gloves, and patted Wu Yu's hair: "You've been looking bad recently. Are you alright?"

"..." Wu Yu said in a low voice, "It's okay."

Having said that, he's been losing weight lately, eating very little, and very much when he's quiet. Once, Associate Professor Jiang personally cooked and chopped up fresh shrimp and saury to make small wontons and brought them to the hospital, but he could not eat them after eating a few. It seemed that the taste so fresh that he could swallow his tongue was in his mouth. But it tastes the same, and even eating has become a burden of last resort to survive.

Food color also. A person has no taste for food and sex, and the matter of living has basically become a mechanical movement purely for one goal. There is no other fun other than that goal, and it is quiet and indifferent like a boundless wasteland.

"Many traces of the scene have been removed, let's go back to the car and look at the case file." Wu Yu rubbed his face to refresh himself, and said, "Maybe some of the first-hand photos taken by the survey may not have been noticed. details."

Jiang Ting couldn't persuade him, so he nodded.

"Actually, there are two details about Peng Wan's death that I can't figure out." On the way back, Jiang stopped a few cracks in the window and said aloud while driving in the wind. "But it's not strong enough for the task force to use it as a suspicious point in the case file."

Wu Yu was sitting on the co-pilot with a heavy kraft paper bag on his lap. He was flipping through the Xingzhao photos one by one: "What details?"

Jiang Ting said: "First, Peng Wan had been holding the child and curled up on the ground under the drainpipe, but she died in the corner of the warehouse. There was no sign of being hit or pushed down by the nearby iron frame, which means she walked by herself. In that corner, why?"

"I've thought about this, but there is no evidence of drinking water, tools, organs, unusual lights or sounds near that corner. The current opinion of the task force is that she might want to do some activity." Wu Yu shook his head and said nothing. Far-fetched explanations are mostly evaluations, asking: "What about the second one?"

"The second detail is why the murderer used a knife. With stones on the ground at the scene, if I am the murderer and I want to blame, the best way is obviously to pick up the stones two or three times and knock her head out. , and then whether throwing the blood-stained stone to the corpse or taking it away, it is very convenient and there is no doubt, but using a knife will cause a lot of doubts in the case - where did this knife come from? Why is there no step weight on the handle of the knife Hua or your fingerprints? Of course, the police can barely guess that you wrapped your hands in clothes when you assassinated Peng Wan, but how can you explain that there is no blood on the clothes? More importantly, there are four people in a secret room, and it is necessary to wrap your hands in clothes. So much for this?"

Wu Yu nodded and said nothing.

"So the murderer's assassination of Peng Wan in the corner of the secret room and the use of a dagger as a weapon are both indispensable and important parts of the murder process." Jiang paused and said, "But I can't figure out why this is happening. Both are so important to the murderer."

"I can't figure it out either." Wu Yu leaned back on the back of the chair and frowned: "Blunt weapons such as stones and wooden sticks often require more determination and strength than using cold weapons to kill, and occasionally more Passion for murder. Is the physical strength and determination of the murderer not enough? I don't think so."

Big G drove across the street, Jiang Ting suddenly caught a glimpse of something in the side-view mirror, frowned slightly, turned on the lights, parked the car on the side of the road, turned off the fire, and said, "I'm going to buy something."

"buy what?"

Jiang Ting didn't answer, just waved his hand, got out of the car and hurried away.

Wu Yu looked back from the side-view mirror and saw that he was wrapped in a coat and walked quickly across the street, heading straight to a park in the middle of the street on the opposite side. Suddenly, I saw something in a corner of the stack of photos. I looked carefully at the light outside the car window for a moment, and saw a small black shadow at the junction between the side wall of the iron door and the ground.

It's a dead mouse.

Wu Yu didn't care at first, flipped through two more photos, and suddenly stopped.

mouse.

- How did the mouse die there

The noise on the street outside the car was vaguely heard through the cracks in the window, but Wu Yu didn't notice it, staring at the photo in his hand, his pupils gradually widened, as if an invisible hand grabbed all his consciousness, and he stared at the picture in front of him. The scene suddenly pulled back to the back room at that time—

"What are you doing? Don't come here! Don't touch my child!"

"I caught a mouse and just fed Wu Yu some blood, you ask the child to drink a little too, otherwise he won't be able to last that long..."

"Don't touch him! Don't come! Go away!"

"What are you doing? Rats won't kill him, but dehydration will!"

"You take it! Go away! Go away!!—"

The child woke up from the drowsiness and broke out into a loud scream. Bu Chonghua was pushed by the woman and staggered for several steps. Suddenly, he seemed to realize that something was wrong. He fixed his eyes on the child in Peng Wan's arms, and reached out, "Wait, why did he..."

"No!! You go away! Don't touch him!!"

The blasted Peng Wan was protecting the child with one hand, waving and scratching desperately with the other, screaming and angrily resounding throughout the warehouse along with the crying of the child. Wu Yu curled up uncomfortably on the dusty ground, his internal organs seemed to be scorched by flames, his chaotic brain couldn't understand what was going on, and could only make a weak voice instinctively: "...Bu...Bu Chonghua..."

The surroundings became quiet for a while, and after an unknown period of time, the familiar footsteps sounded again, Bu Chonghua picked him up, kissed his cold cheek exhausted, and murmured hoarsely: "It's alright, it's alright, soon. It'll be fine..."

Peng Wan's wheezing and the child's choking still sounded intermittently not far away. Wu Yu was leaning on Bu Chonghua's arms, a hand on his arm, vaguely feeling a viscous liquid.

That is blood.

It was the blood that Peng Wan scratched from Bu Chonghua's arm with a fingernail when Peng Wan was protecting the child and struggling to resist frantically.

The big G door opened, Jiang Ting got into the car with an ice cream cone and said without looking up, "I heard Yan Yan said you like ice cream, I bought it for you, eat it."

Wu Yu didn't want to think about why he went to buy ice cream in winter, but the inside of the car was very warm. He subconsciously took it over and sucked the part that was about to melt and drip off the edge, saying, "I know why Peng Wan's fingernails detect step weight. Hua's DNA, they did have an argument in the back room, but I can't figure out why that kid... What's wrong with you?"

Seeing Jiang Zing's movements paused in mid-air, he stared at him so fixedly.

"..." Wu Yu asked, "What happened?"

Jiang Ting buried his face in his palm. After two seconds, he rubbed his face hard and raised his head. His expression was complicated and a little depressed. He finally turned his head and asked in a low voice, "How does this ginger ice cream ball I specifically want taste like?"

Wu Yu immediately understood what he meant.

There was a heavy silence in the carriage. After an unknown amount of time, Wu Yu finally said softly: "I didn't mean to hide it from you, but it's useless to just say it, it's no use to worry about you..."

"When did you find out?" Jiang Ting interrupted him.

"Two days after Bu Chonghua left, you said that the hospital meal was too salty. At first, I thought it was because the infusion was too long and I was not used to eating. Later, I asked the doctor and checked some information on the Internet. It was determined that it should be the sequelae left by the bleeding at the base of the skull…”

Wu Yu rubbed his brows with his knuckles, unable to see his expression clearly, and it took a long time for him to breathe out almost inaudibly.

"I have no sense of taste."