"I know Xu Ju, I don't need to thank you if it's all right, and I'll trouble you... Professor Zhang and Wu Detachment are both in a relatively stable mood. I will comfort them in time. I'll contact you later if there is anything else."
Jiang Ting hung up the phone, waved his hand to signal to the hesitant waiter not far away that he didn't need to refill the water, then turned around and pushed open the private room door.
This is a high-end tea room with very good privacy and confidentiality, and the thick door shuts off all the movement outside. The two people who had almost made a commotion at the entrance of the sub-bureau just now sat at both ends of the wooden table. Zhang Zhixing stared at Wu Yu, his eyes full of confusion, tension and disbelief; Wu Yu lowered his head under his stare. , I couldn't see the slightest expression under the thick eyelashes at all.
The Pu'er tea in front of him didn't move, his jacket was draped over his tight shoulders, and his hands wearing black leather gloves were folded on his thighs. Under the indifferent winter light outside the window, it was like a cold statue immersed in the dark blue shadow. stone statue.
The tea room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard. Jiang Ting pondered for a moment, then pulled out the chair on the other side of the small square table and sat down. He refilled a cup of tea and handed it to Zhang Zhixing: "Professor."
The teacup collided with the table top with a ding sound, Zhang Zhixing seemed to be awakened, and finally stared at Wu Yu and squeezed out a few words: "You went to Zhang Boming the day he jumped off the building, didn't you?"
Wu Yu's side cheeks twitched.
"Why did you go to him? What did you say to him? What happened that day?!"
"… "
Wu Yu didn't say a word, Jiang Ting coughed, and his tone was very gentle: "—Professor, don't worry. No matter what he said to the investigation team, the investigation team must have something to say to the family. You got it here. How is the situation?"
After all, Jiang Ting was the person who turned the scene in the Gongzhou Municipal Bureau last week, and his methods in dealing with this kind of situation were much more clever than Wu Yu. Zhang Zhixing's eyes suddenly turned to Jiang Ting, the cloudy eyes were cloudy and uncertain, and it seemed that he was struggling fiercely on which side he was on. The 'painter' died of serious injuries and was not rescued. He jumped off the building under the strong suicidal tendency of the survivors."
The tendency of survivors to commit suicide is a type of post-traumatic stress syndrome. In reality, there are indeed many cases of suicide due to this, but Zhang Boming clearly knows that the painter is not dead, so this reason is obviously that the investigation team is perfunctory his father.
"...I don't believe it," Zhang Zhixing held the teacup tightly in one hand, as if he could barely restrain his emotions with this action: "So later I asked someone in private to find out that Xie Xing had been to my son's ward that day. …”
"Who told you?" Jiang Ting interrupted suddenly.
Zhang Zhixing hesitated for a moment before saying, "Yes... it's Lin Fang."
—Lin Fang.
Jiang Ting glanced at Wu Yu, only to see Wu Yu's brows twitching slightly in the shadows.
"... So that day Lin Gang also went to Zhang Boming?" Jiang Ting turned to Zhang Zhixing and asked with a frown.
Zhang Zhixing said: "Yes, Lin Fang went to my son to sign some documents for the disbandment of the special intelligence team after the operation. He saw Zhang Boming was in a low mood, so he asked what happened. Zhang Boming said that Xie Xing had just come to the ward, half an hour ago. just go..."
"Xie Xing came to you alone?" Lin Fang pulled a chair and sat down in front of the hospital bed, and said in surprise, "This is really a rare visitor, even Feng Ting's visit to him was blocked. - Has he recovered enough to walk alone? ?"
The single ward of the Yunnan Provincial Hospital has thick curtains drawn, and the air is filled with the unique smell of the hospital medicine. A figure sat on the edge of the bed, bent over and buried his face in his palm, without any movement for a long time, casting a solidified shadow on the ground.
"What's wrong with you?" Lin Fang felt that something was wrong: "Are you all right? Did you—"
Zhang Boming's hoarse voice came from his palm: "...Do you think he hates me?"
"Understood? Hate you?"
Lin Fang's first reaction was to suspect that he had heard it wrong, but then a cold suspicion surged into his heart: "No reason, where did you start?"
Zhang Boming laughed indistinctly, and the ending was full of helpless sadness, like rough sand rubbing flesh and blood wounds, and finally raised his bloodshot eyes after a long while.
"Do you know Lin Fang? I've never regretted it like this, I've never been like this... I know how hypocritical and incompetent I am."
Lin Fang looked at him suspiciously.
"If only I had never seen him back then." Zhang Boming looked at the dust slowly floating in the air, his voice was as light as a dreamer: "If I had never been in that place at that time, if he had never been there in his life Never met me... just fine."
The hot steam rising from the teacup dissipated in the air, Jiang Ting retracted his gaze, thought for a moment and asked, "That's all?"
Zhang Zhixing nodded with difficulty, and every time his neck bone moved an inch, there was a creaking sound of aging and rust: "That's all, Lin Fang said that Zhang Boming then changed the subject, he didn't dare to ask any more, he just thought it was the painter because he was undercover. The experience of nine years of life and death has caused resentment towards my son who brought him into this line of work."
Having said that, Zhang Zhixing turned his eyes to Wu Yu, but Jiang Ting interrupted with a cough: "What about after that?"
"... After that?" Zhang Zhixing gave a wry smile, "After that, he said that my son's mood quickly stabilized, and he took the initiative to request to handle some of the paperwork. Lin Fang left the ward in about 40 minutes. At that time, I happened to bring my dinner to the hospital for a visit. , I had a face-to-face with Lin Fang, he said that he would hurry back to the office and implement the documents signed by Zhang Boming, so we didn't talk much."
Wu Yu didn't move at all, but his fingers on his thighs trembled slightly, and only Jiang Ting caught a glimpse of this detail out of the corner of his eyes.
But there was no reaction on his face, and he still asked Zhang Zhixing, "Is Zhang Boming normal when you see him?"
"It's generally normal. I've been there for about 20 minutes." Zhang Zhixing lowered his head and took a deep breath, choking a little: "He said he took the medicine prescribed by the nurse and was a little sleepy, and wanted to sleep and wake up before eating... So I put dinner down and left. I didn't expect that in just an hour and a half... just an hour and a half..."
Wanting to sleep and wake up before eating doesn't look like someone who is going to commit suicide in an hour and a half - but the question is whether Zhang Boming will tell the truth to his father at that time, which is really open to question.
Jiang Ting leaned back lightly on the back of the rosewood chair, pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "I don't know much about this Officer Lin... But what he said to you sounds like he's hiding a lot. similar content."
"—Lin Fang said more to the investigation team." At this time, Wu Yu opened his mouth without warning, staring at the delicate texture of the black rosewood tabletop. Zhang Zhixing: "Lin Fang told Feng Ting that I have a lot of resentment towards Zhang Boming. He may be suspected of forcing Zhang Boming to commit suicide in words, and he may even have a passion for committing the crime. Feng Ting suggested that Lin Fang should not take such groundless remarks. Tell the investigation team, or wait until I pass the psychological evaluation and confirm my mental recovery, but Lin Fang did not listen to his opinion."
Not only Zhang Zhixing, but also Jiang Ting was stunned, only to see Wu Yu hook the corner of his lower lip without a smile.
"Later, an investigation team was set up for the case of Zhang Boming jumping off the building, but because of the high confidentiality of our hospitalization at that time, there was no surveillance on the three floors below the top floor of the hospital. No one could reproduce the scene at that time, even those who accurately witnessed the scene at that time. Neither doctors nor nurses could be found. In this case, we can only rely on the investigators' own judgment. Lin Fang was the first person who suggested to the investigation team that I might be suspected of killing Zhang Boming with passion."
Zhang Zhixing didn't expect this to happen at all, and said stunned, "He didn't tell me that..."
"I didn't kill your son." Wu Yu stood up and looked down at Zhang Zhixing: "I did go to him that day, but I told the investigation team what I should say. Lin Fang's accusation against me is so serious. , the investigation team's interrogation strength is countless times stronger than yours now, if I really had a ghost in my heart, I wouldn't be standing here now."
Zhang Zhixing stared at him with wide eyes: "You..."
"I agree with Zhang Boming's self-assessment of hypocrisy and incompetence, and I wish I had never met him. If I said that I never wanted him to die in those ten years, it would be false, but I haven't experienced this since I came back alive. an idea."
Wu Yu took a breath and suppressed the slight trembling at the end, even though no one could hear it:
"The debt of death is gone, and what Zhang Boming owes me has been paid off."
The wooden chair screeched sharply on the ground, and Wu Yu turned around and walked out of the tea room.
Zhang Zhixing stood up suddenly: "Wait! Come back and make it clear, you make it clear—" Then Jiang Ting held him down.
"I can't find anything to ask him now. I'll contact you later." Jiang Ting pressed Zhang Zhixing back to his seat and quickly chased out the door.
It was already dark on the street outside the teahouse, and the honking of traffic horns came one after another during the evening rush hour. Wu Yu stood under the bare tree trunk on the sidewalk, with trembling hands, he took out a cigarette, and was touching the lighter when suddenly a cluster of flames ignited by his side—it was Jiang Zing.
"...Lin Fang lied to the investigation team." Wu Yu raised his head and exhaled a breath of pale white smoke, and said hoarsely, "The last person Zhang Boming saw before his death was not his father, but Lin Fang."
Jiang Ting had expected it, but what he wanted to know was: "Why was everyone deceived and you didn't find out?"
"Time difference."
"what?"
"Lin Fang told the investigation team that he only looked for Zhang Boming once, and I only saw it once, but under the circumstance of severely limited information at the time, I couldn't find a fatal difference - I saw Lin Fang When he entered Zhang Boming's ward, his father had already delivered dinner and left, which means it was actually the second time."
Jiang Ting said sensitively, "Did you see that?"
"Yes." Wu Yu paused and said from the gap between his teeth, "What happened in the afternoon that Zhang Boming committed suicide... is more complicated than everyone thought."
"...don't say it, please...don't say it..."
In the ward of Yunnan Provincial Hospital, Zhang Boming knelt on the ground tremblingly, his fingernails clawed at the ground, his hands trembled sharply due to excessive force, and the blue veins ran along his arms all the way to his neck, his face was in pain.
"I didn't expect that I could come back alive, I didn't expect that I would be able to rescue and wake up, right? Look at your face," Wu Yu knelt down on one knee and half-kneeled, raised the face whose facial features were twisted and convulsed, and put it in his ear. Word by word, he said softly: "When I sent you a distress signal and you ignored it, where was this face? When I gave up my undercover life to catch Hodgson, where was this face? You still have a face. Alive? Still have the face to stand on the same high platform as me to get the medal?"
"If it wasn't for you, none of these twelve years would have happened, no one would die, and no one would be sacrificed in a grand manner. If only I had never met you."
"—You really disgust me, Zhang Boming, more disgusting than a shark."
The wind swept the world like a rising tide, Zhang Boming looked at Wu Yu in despair, opened his mouth, seemed to want to say something, but closed it again tremblingly.
Wu Yu stood up, looked at him coldly, and showed an undisguised, mocking smile for a while:
"I am waiting."
Zhang Boming stretched out his hand suddenly, but Wu Yu had already turned around and walked out of the ward without looking back, slamming the door—
boom!
The door of the ward closed heavily, and Wu Yu was exhausted with all his strength. Following the closed door, he slipped to the ground inch by inch, buried his face in the palm of his hand, and it took a long time before he let out a hoarse cry.
The ward was empty and dark, and the top floor of the hospital had been emptied. There were no patients other than himself, and no one could hear the heart-rending tears of joy, despair, sadness, and venting. I don't know how long the surroundings finally quieted down. He knelt on the cold ground, as if his soul had come out of his body with the last bit of strength. figure.
... I'm so ugly, he thought.
This looks really ugly.
He struggled to his feet, staggered into the bathroom, undressed and turned on the water. The shower poured from the top of his head through his closed eyes, and the warm water flowed down his neck and chest, flowing through his scarred body; he just stood naked in the water, like a fetus returning to the womb where life was first, completely Earth, for a long time, thereby isolating the whole world from the water flow.
- I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a slight click in the sound of rushing water.
Someone pushed the door and walked in.
Maybe it's a doctor, or a nurse doing rounds, maybe Zhang Boming. Wu Yu no longer had any interest in reacting to the outside world. He completed his next steps step by step, turning off the water, drying his hair, and looking at himself in the mirror with harsh and critical eyes; He took out the clipper provided by the hospital from the drawer, and carefully and meticulously pushed off the long hair during this period of time, revealing the unhealed forehead, the slender black eyebrows, and the cold and black-and-white eyes.
The bathroom light shone on his thin and straight body, and countless old and new scars formed a staggered shadow, like a perfect ivory statue polished by time.
Wu Yu lowered his eyes, put on clean clothes and shoes. At this moment, he suddenly heard very slight, almost imperceptible footsteps from outside, this time walking from the side of the hospital bed to the door. After about two seconds, the door panel opened and closed again—
It was the person who came into his ward just now, and he left.
This is not normal.
Maybe it was the hot bath just now, which made Wu Yu touch a little bit of the real thing from the state of his soul out of his body, and instinctively felt some kind of weirdness. He turned around and opened the bathroom door and glanced at it, but he didn't find anything more or less in the ward. Then he silently twisted the door handle and looked out. At the end of the corridor, a figure suddenly flashed.
It was Lin Fang, still holding half a piece of paper in his hand.
What does he come to do
Wu Yu only hesitated for half a second, the suspicion that came from nowhere made his heart move, and he followed silently out, like a shadow in the corner without making any sound. Lin Fang was unaware of the tracking behind him, and went downstairs and turned the corner. Wu Yu hid in the corner of the corridor, only to see him parked in front of Zhang Boming's ward and knocked on the door.
Wu Yu's pupils clenched unconsciously.
The next second, the door of the ward opened from the inside, and Zhang Boming's hoarse voice came: "You..."
Lin Gang lifted the half of the paper in his hand, and Zhang Boming's voice stopped abruptly.
The air seemed to freeze, and the scene inside the door could not be seen from Wu Yu's point of view, and an unreasonable shudder suddenly came to my heart—
That half of the paper was found in his ward
What's on top
"..." After a few seconds as long as a century, Zhang Boming's voice finally rang again, and this time he calmed down a lot: "Come in and talk."
Lin Fang nodded and walked into the room, Wu Yu's pupils dilated in shock reflected the door that closed with a click.
"Come in and talk" - these four words were the last time Wu Yu heard Zhang Boming's voice.
An hour later, at six o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Boming jumped down from the top floor of the hospital, ending his life tragically.