"Don't move! Put down the knife!"
"Hands up! Police!"
The patrol police, the police station, the anti-riot brigade, and the criminal investigation detachment were all present, and the huge abandoned construction site was surrounded by police. The underworld horses trembled one by one, and the machetes and crowbars fell to the ground.
Only then did Bu Chonghua put down the muzzle, panting and asking, "Are you alright?"
Wu Yu stared at him in a daze, his skin pale and translucent, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be darker and clearer. Bu Chonghua's face was ashen, and he pressed his shoulders to patrol his whole body without being seriously injured, and then he asked again with aggravated tone: "Are you alright?"
"…Why are you here?"
Bu Chonghua reprimanded: "Why am I here, shouldn't I ask you?!"
The two of them stood very close, and Wu Yu hurriedly took a half step back and said hastily, "You're bleeding, Captain, call someone over. I'm sorry I won't..."
At this moment, several special police officers escorted Brother Liu, Nian Daxing and others from the abandoned alley connecting the wasteland. Nian Daxing struggled and twisted, shouting, "You arrested the wrong person! I am the victim's family! I To report and expose... uh!"
The SWAT was not a vegetarian, so he gagged his mouth on the spot and stuffed him into the trunk.
Wu Yu's expression changed slightly.
Bu Chonghua focused all his observational power on him. He noticed this detail at the time. Just as he was about to ask, Liao Gang, Cai Lin and the others rushed up crying: "Bu Detachment!" "Quick! Quickly call Xiaogui forensic doctor!" "Boss, boss, are you all right? Damn, which grandson chopped this down, and dragged it out for Lao Tzu to bury it on the spot!"…
Wu Yu was squeezed to the point of staggering half a step, unable to stand firm on his feet, and suddenly his knees went weak.
"Xiao Wu is okay too, who saw me Wu... I'm fucked!" Cai Lin was startled, but before he could react, Bu Chonghua suddenly turned around and grabbed Wu Yu, only to see him coughing for two while covering his mouth. It was a cough that almost came out of his chest, and then he wiped his hands on the pants of the police uniform.
Bu Chonghua grabbed his wrist, opened it, and saw that the palm of his hand was full of blood.
"Called a car to take him to the hospital, he was injured internally. Quick! Cai Lin!"
Cai Lin jumped up like a rabbit and ran out, causing the crowd to become a mess. Bu Chonghua's arm was half wrapped around Wu Yu, and he made him sit against the brick wall. Suddenly, he felt Wu Yu grabbed his arm with his backhand, his fingers were cold and trembling, and he said hoarsely: "Nian Daxing..."
Bu Chonghua stared at Wu Yu's eyes tightly, and suddenly saw something indescribable from those pupils.
— a mix of grief, struggle, and deeper helplessness.
"What happened to Nian Daxing?" Bu Chonghua asked in a low voice, "Why are you chasing him? Tell me!"
This relative gesture made Wu Yu raise his head. He stared at Bu Chonghua from a close distance, opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.
"Come here! Be careful!" At this time, Cai Lin rushed back with a few policemen, carrying a simple stretcher on the police car, and helped Wu Yu up with all his hands and feet. Bu Chonghua also stood up, ignoring the obstacles of the others, and shouted, "Wu Yu!"
"The forensic doctor! The forensic doctor is here!" Liao Gang desperately supported Bu Chonghua: "Captain, sit down quickly! You are still bleeding!"
Wu Yu suddenly closed his eyes.
For some reason, Bu Chonghua felt a bit of nervousness from his subtle reaction. Immediately after, Wu Yu was sent to the police car, the siren was blared, and he rushed out of the scene at a rapid speed.
Liu Dongcai, male, 50 years old, has been imprisoned many times for crimes such as theft, robbery, selling counterfeit medicines, and stealing used cars. After he was released from prison ten years ago, he wandered to the Northeast. In the past two years, he has made many cases of burglary and is wanted by the police in three provinces.
No one knows why he absconded to Jinhai, and besieged the criminal police in a frenzied manner, and was completely besieged by the local police in one fell swoop.
"—Resistance, no repentance! I think you are hopeless!" Jinhai City Public Security Bureau Chief Song Ping slapped the case, and his voice was fierce: "I warn you that it is best to hold back from the precipice and turn your back, I will repeat this for the last time today. - Odd change and even change, the symbol looks at the quadrant! Look at the quadrant!!"
Fifteen-year-old Song Xiaoyuan was half-dead at the dining table, and the sound of the director's wife clinking and frying ribs came from the kitchen.
"Look at you like this, ah, how dare you be stubborn with me! Look at when Chonghua is going to give homework tutoring, and then look at you?! Still staring? Stare at me again and send you to Bu Chonghua for discipline! I don't believe it. you try!!"
Song Ping covered his heart with one hand, and was about to look for the feather duster, when suddenly his cell phone rang, and the caller said that Cao Cao was here.
"Hey, Chonghua?"
Song Xiaoyuan's chrysanthemum tightened instantly.
"Well, um, I heard your old Xu report... What?!"
Song Ping's voice suddenly raised his voice. He didn't know what Bu Chonghua on the other side of the phone said, but when he saw his face changed suddenly, he immediately got up, put on his shoes, and grabbed the car keys: "I see, tell Lao Xu that I am now. Just go, we'll be there later!"
"What's the matter?" The director's wife stuck her head out of the kitchen and asked dissatisfiedly, "After a long day at home, where do you want to go?"
Song Ping hurriedly put the bag in the creaking nest: "Last night, the Nancheng Detachment arrested a group of people in Lao Changping District. Chonghua was slashed and injured. I just called to say that there is a new situation in the case."
"What—?!" Madam's high-pitched voice was exactly the same as Song Ping just now, even the tone was not bad: "Chonghua is injured? Is it serious?! Huihui! Huihui!"
Song Ping was like a big head and two big ones: "Oh, why did you call her!"
There was a sound of footsteps in the back room, and Song Hui, who was at home on vacation, ran into the dining room, her little face as pale as a flower and jade: "What's the matter? Mom? What's going on?"
The director's wife said in a loud voice, "Your dad went to the Nancheng Detachment to look at Chonghua. You should follow him quickly and put on that new pink dress..."
"Let's go, let's go!" Song Ping didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he closed the door in a hurry and left.
Jinhai Nancheng Public Security Bureau, Criminal Investigation Detachment Building.
A red flag car stopped in front of the door. Before the driver could get out of the car to open the door, Song Ping had already got out and strode up the steps. He waved his hand to signal to Xu Ju not to greet him, and pointed directly at Bu Chonghua's shoulder and asked: " what is the problem?"
"The forensic doctor has already sutured, and the knife is so blunt that it won't kill a chicken." Bu Chonghua was wearing a police uniform jacket, and his left shoulder was tightly wrapped by a bandage, but his actions were completely unaffected: "The news of Liu Dongcai's arrest has already been made. It was sent to the Dalian Municipal Public Security Bureau, and the people they sent to assist in the investigation would arrive at noon..."
"Have you killed chickens? Do you know that chickens are more tenacious than you?" Song Ping scolded and interrupted: "Go to the hospital for me! Go to the hospital later!"
"..." Bu Chonghua said, "Okay, I know. Last night, Liao Gang and the others interrogated a few of Liu's subordinates through the night. After comparing their confessions, it was confirmed that Nian Daxing, the family member of the victim of the 502 murder case, was also implicated. Among them, he was the one who notified Liu Dongcai to bring people into Jinhai City."
The group hurried into the Criminal Investigation Detachment Building, Song Ping frowned: "Why?"
"Nian Daxing's original name is Niangui. Fourteen years ago, he was sentenced to three years in prison for assisting in the trafficking of opium under 200 grams. While waiting for the sentencing in the Jinkang District Detention Center, he lived in the same cell with Liu Dongcai. , Nian Daxing is his thug and younger brother. After the two were released from prison, they gradually stopped contacting until Nian Daxing came to the city bureau a few days ago because of the murder of his daughter. When he saw Wu Yu, he privately informed Liu Dongcai to bring someone here Jinhai is seeking revenge, and he got a reward of 30,000 yuan from Liu Dongcai because of his meritorious deeds."
Song Ping paused, and several people also stopped: "Seeking revenge?"
Bu Chonghua nodded: "Nian Daxing claimed that Liu Dongcai's severed hand was cut off by Wu Yu ten years ago, and he also said that he wanted to report and expose it and ask for meritorious performance."
Judging from the unexpected expression on the face of Boss Song of the Jinhai Public Security Bureau, he didn't even know what was going on. After thinking for a while, he asked, "What is he going to report?"
Bu Chonghua made a gesture of waving outwards, palms inwards, backs of hands outwards—several directors except Xu Bureau took two steps back, the Criminal Investigation Detachment Building was crowded, and this small area Fang Cun Land was suddenly extraordinarily quiet.
"He said that Wu Yu was in prison." Bu Chonghua tilted his head slightly and kept his voice very low: "He said that Wu Yu was a wanted criminal who escaped from the Jinkang District Detention Center thirteen years ago."
interrogation room.
The four walls were pale white, and a palm-sized iron window opened on the top of the wall. The clerk had been cleared out, and there was only a dim lamp on the bare iron table. The light was yellow, not yellow, green, or green, reflecting Nian Daxing's fleshy face with a hint of weakness.
Bu Chonghua sat behind the interrogation table with his sleeves rolled up on his elbows, revealing his sturdy forearms, and said casually, "I heard you want to report that our detective is a wanted criminal?"
Bu Chonghua has broad shoulders and long legs, with straight shoulders and back. He simply sits there casually. The momentum he has cultivated from his ten-year criminal investigation career overwhelms the other party, and Nian Daxing doesn't even dare to look up at him: "I , I didn't lie, I didn't tip off Brother Liu because of the 30,000 yuan, but because the surnamed Wu was too ruthless! I did it for self-defense!"
In the small dark room outside the interrogation room, Boss Song and Ju Ju both stood side by side in front of the single-sided glass, and looked at each other deeply.
"Self-defense." Bu Chonghua repeated his attitude incomprehensible, and asked, "Why do you need to defend yourself, Wu Yu will be detrimental to you?"
Nian Daxing swallowed hard and made a thud in his throat.
"Young," Bu Chonghua said indifferently, his voice was very magnetic, but every word was as heavy as a thousand words: "You are in front of me, the person who accused me is a fugitive, do you know what the crime of slandering a police officer is?"
His last words seemed like Mount Tai was in the lead, and Nian Daxing collapsed into the iron chair under the pressure, and he forced out a sentence as if it took a long time to justify: "But... but I can recognize him, his appearance has not changed, and there is that tattoo. How can there be two identical tattoos in the world?!"
Bu Chonghua's pupils were squeezed tightly.
- Tattoos.
"His real name is Jie, I don't know what his name is. It is said that he was caught helping people to transport powder to Myanmar. I heard the guard call him number 23659. Everyone in the number has a 'flower name', but he doesn't have one. He No need to. Everyone knows it's him when you mention him, and you don't even need to mention it later. When the wind blows, a bunch of prisoners gather together, and with a wink you know they're talking about him, and the guards don't care at all. …”
"Why?" Bu Chonghua asked.
Nian Daxing gasped for breath, cold sweat dripping down his forehead under the light, and after a while he squeezed out a convulsive and distorted smile.
"Why? No reason. Do you think detention centers are like prisons, police officer? When the court didn't get the sentence, everyone was locked in the detention center together, killing seven or eight families, and the border drug dealers selling 180 kilograms of drugs. Gangs blocking the road and looting, murdering and dismantling bodies wanted all over the country... All the prisoners are mixed together, there are big shops, there are small shops, and each small shop has a cell head. The cell head is responsible for teaching the new prisoners to learn the rules, three times a day. I beat them to death, and then I mixed them with muddy water. Everyone knows how to play in the prison world. As long as they don’t kill people, they don’t even see it when they see it…”
"I'm not asking you this." Bu Chonghua interrupted, "I'm asking why '23659' doesn't have a nickname."
Nian Daxing glared at him, the twisted malice on his face almost turned into something sticky, and he finally told the truth:
"Because it looks good."
Bu Chonghua took a breath.
"It's a prison, a prison with a fucking rat. He's so good-looking, why do you think all the prisoners are thinking about it? What do you think they're thinking about, Sergeant?"
Both the inside and outside of the interrogation room seemed to be frozen, and the air turned into countless sharp pieces of ice, falling heavily into the human lungs.
After a long time, Bu Chonghua finally moved his lower neck, and the joints made a crackling sound. He asked, "So Liu Dongcai started?"
"Liu Dongcai was the first to do it. Because we squatted on the same number, it was easy to do it." Nian Daxing sneered: "But the man named Liu didn't dare to do it himself - he was the head of the prison because he had a background outside, and someone gave him money. , you can't beat him. So he ordered us to go first..."
Bu Chonghua's face was still heavy, and he couldn't see any emotion, "Then what?"
Nian Daxing took a breath, the fat on his face couldn't stop twitching, and finally lifted up his undershirt.
Even in the dark and gloomy visual conditions of the interrogation room, the scar on his chest and abdomen was still very clear, glowing with a dark red terrifyingly old and proliferating.
"Glass block," Nian Daxing said hoarsely.
Bu Chonghua's expression finally changed a little.
"Can you imagine? Usually the guys surnamed Liu bullied him, beat him, and vomited out blood. That kid just gritted his teeth and didn't say a word. I thought he was quite bullying. But that night, a group of people gathered around him. When he started to do it, he suddenly went out and smashed a person's head with a hidden brick, and smashed the broken glass into my stomach. They said my intestines came out. Everyone was shouting, everyone was Suddenly, before the armed police came with a gun, he stabbed a man in the neck, and blood spurted out half the wall. Later, I heard that there was almost a riot that night.”
Nian Daxing gasped and said, "Do you know why the surnamed Liu brought 20 or 30 people to Jinhai this time, police officer? Because he was afraid. I dare say that the surnamed Liu has been with him for most of his life and has never been away from death. So close."
Bu Chonghua narrowed his eyes, staring at Nian Daxing's face that was mixed with fear, cowardice and hatred, and did not speak for a long time.
"What happened later?" Bu Chonghua finally asked, "You said he escaped from prison?"
Nian Daxing stared at the interrogation table, as if through its icy steel surface, he had returned to the chaotic and bloody night in the detention center. After a while, he swallowed again and said, "Yes, after that night, he ran away."
"… "
"That night, the armed police surrounded the prison cell and sprayed the cell with high-pressure water guns. Everyone was pushed against the wall at once, and then they rushed in and kicked all the prisoners down, telling us to hold our heads and squat down, shouting who dares to I was shot immediately. At that time, I was still clutching my intestines, and the pain was so bad that I was about to call for help, when I suddenly saw the kid stand up and grab the guard, beating him to death like crazy - beating the guard in front of the armed police, it's worth it The armed police jumped on him with a bang, and a group of people beat him until he could no longer move, and then dragged him out of the horn. Let me tell you, when he was dragged out, he was on the ground. It was all blood, I thought he was dead, damn it!" Nian Daxing scolded fiercely, "Later I found out what he wanted to do, he just wanted to enter the infirmary. The sewer of the infirmary is connected to the outer river. He ran away in two days!"
Not only Bu Chonghua, but even Bureau Song and Bureau Xu outside the single-sided glass frowned - the sewers of the infirmary
Even if it was more than ten years ago, even if it was a dilapidated detention center in a small border town, it would be ridiculous to be able to escape from the sewers with one breath.
"I don't believe it? I didn't believe it at first. There are so many prisoners who don't believe it. The sewer runs from the infirmary to the outer area, and from the outer area, it has to go out and turn again before it leads to the Jinkang River outside. If someone said that he could I was full of breath and dived for a few miles. Can you believe it? But he really disappeared! Cough, cough—"
Nian Daxing was so excited that he choked on his saliva. All eyes in and out of the interrogation room were fixed on him. He couldn't stop shaking his head, and his puffy, sallow face was morbidly red from excitement.
"Later, I couldn't figure it out, no matter how I thought about it, I just knew that the entire detention center was under martial law at that time, and trucks and trucks of armed police came to four or five groups, and ordered that it is strictly forbidden to discuss this matter among prisoners, even mentioning that kid. No. But in fact, this kind of thing can't be resisted, everyone is secretly guessing, just can't guess why - it was not until I got out of prison two years later that someone finally told me."
Nian Daxing stopped shaking his head and stared straight at Bu Chonghua, his turbid pupils trembling:
"That kid didn't swim out by himself at all. In fact, he only swam to the outer area of the prison and was surrounded by the armed police. Then a group of Burmese crossed the border in military vehicles, broke through the power grid from the prison gate, exchanged fire with the guards, and was beaten to death by the armed police. several people."
"He was with the Burmese who took him out of jail."