Snapped!
The warm yellow light is bright, reflecting the entire spacious living room and the second floor.
Wu Yu stood at the door, and after a long time, he lowered his head and put on his slippers, and walked into this familiar home.
This is the first time in four months that he has returned to a duplex apartment in this top-level residential area in Jinhai.
It was raining outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the living room was filled with the smell of the air being still for a long time. There was a supermarket shopping bag full of snacks scattered on the kitchen countertop, and a thin layer of ash had fallen on the snack packaging. The study door was open, and the half-messy tabletop was littered with knives, cloth pads, and small spotlights, all of which maintained the last-minute scene left by the owner when he left in a hurry.
Wu Yu picked up the carving knife and looked slightly dazed.
... "Engrave one for me too." "Is there too many strokes?" "You can engrave anything, as long as it's your name." "You're afraid that I'll keep the ring in the future and I won't be able to explain it clearly, right? "You are such an excellent object..." "You have promised to be with me all your life. If I want everyone to know, you can't stop it!"
…
Wu Yu cast his gaze to the empty swivel chair behind the desk. He seemed to see himself sitting there again, stalemate with the pressing Bu Chonghua, the carving knife stopped in mid-air, and no matter what, he could not engrave on the inner ring of the ring. With the first stroke of the word "Wu", the phone rang.
It was from Bureau Xu.
On that sunny afternoon, the news of Peng Wan's kidnapping fell like a bombshell, detonating the peace they had worked so hard to maintain on thin ice, and everything fell apart.
The white mist dispersed in the quiet air of the study, it was a silent sigh.
Wu Yu put down the carving knife, turned around and walked out of the study, and went outside to turn on the central heating. It's almost six o'clock, Bu Chonghua has been awake for more than ten hours, and he is still in a meeting with the city bureau. He must be anxiously looking forward to going home before leaving tomorrow morning, even if it's just for a few hours.
But there is actually nothing to eat at home, and the vegetables in the refrigerator have long been spoiled. Wu Yu cleaned it up casually, called for a takeaway, and went to the bedroom to take off his coat. He was about to unbutton his neat standard shirt when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the open door in the cloakroom of the master bedroom.
Immediately, he remembered that he had nothing to do with it.
The day Yang Chengdong brought a group of criminal policemen from the Wuqiao Branch to arrest people, he hurriedly packed some clothes for Bu Chonghua, stuffed them in his backpack, and rushed out the door, not caring about anything behind him.
Wu Yu walked over and was about to close the door, but at that moment, it seemed that fate had returned to the origin from the fork in the road, and continued to move forward along the doomed route-his eyes fell on the full row of coats again just like four months ago. There was an inexplicable pause on the safe.
The scene of that afternoon suddenly replayed in the back of his mind. He heard Bu Chonghua knocking on the door. When he entered the house, he couldn't help but give him a hard hug. Kiss, Bu Zhonghuasai gave him a supermarket shopping bag full of snacks, and went straight into the bedroom cloakroom without looking back. He seemed to be in a very happy mood...
The moment the figure turned into the master bedroom, Wu Yu raised his head inadvertently and saw that Bu Chonghua had a small handbag in his arm.
It was a black, zippered, bulging handbag like a stuffed bag.
However, he didn't pay attention at the time. He took a lollipop and put it in his mouth. He went back to the desk and continued to engrave the ring. When he heard Bu Chonghua changed his clothes and left the closet, the bag was gone when he walked into the study. .
- What's in the bag
Wu Yu's heart was beating wildly, and he squatted down and looked at the quiet metal box in the dark. After a long time, he stretched out his hand and lightly touched the password button.
Bu Chonghua is very particular about the passwords of all work-related devices, but his personal passwords are simple and unified, probably because workaholics have no personal space, and a person who lives alone all year round has nothing to guard against. Wu Yu knew even Bu Chonghua's personal mobile phone unlock code and payment password, and of course he could open the safe. His thumb hovered in mid-air for a moment, and finally a soft click sounded in the large, quiet room, followed by a click, and the metal box It did open.
Inside was a black handbag.
Wu Yu's pupils dilated slightly, he took out the handbag and opened it, his hands were cold and unstable for no reason.
The next moment, a bag full of documents and photos slipped off his lap and splattered all over the floor in an uproar!
It was as if a giant sword was humming, and the death knell sounded in the void, causing all the internal organs to burn. All Wu Yu's eyes were fixed on the color scan beside his feet, the depths of his eardrums trembled, his pupils dilated to the extreme, his mind and soul were blank—
The young woman in pink and white dress squatted in front of the grove, and the little boy in her arms stared at the camera from bottom to top, full of confusion and tension. Those immature eyes traveled through the chaotic years and the war-torn time and space, and they looked at each other more than 20 years later, and the depths of each other's pupils reflected the other's similar faces, as well as the same natural downward lip corners. .
—Two day of the tenth month, mother
decoupling
"..." Wu Yu was half-kneeling on the ground, staring at the two lines for a long time, all the bloody answers were ready to come out between the lines.
Peng Wan's dead eyes, the rolling and burning vehicles on a rainy night, Zhang Boming who jumped from the top floor, and even the distress signal that was sent over and over again ten years ago but no one answered... The truth finally twisted into a thread at this moment, and the sky and the sky roared. .
Wu Yu took out his phone with trembling hands and dialed Yan Yan's number: "...Hello?"
At the same moment, in the small conference room of the Jinhai Municipal Public Security Bureau, all the serious-looking participants at the long table packed up and stood up one after another. Yan Yan grabbed his mobile phone and said, "What?" Then he turned his head to look at Bu Chonghua.
"Okay... Okay, you wait." Yan Yan hesitated for two seconds, and handed the phone to Bu Chonghua in front of everyone's eyes: "Wu Yu wants to talk to you immediately."
Bu Chonghua was talking to Song Ping, Secretary Weng and others when he caught the mobile phone by surprise. He didn't understand what was going on for a while, so he cast an inquiring look at several leaders of the municipal party committee.
"Hello, Wu Yu?"
"...You're looking for someone to investigate me?"
Bu Chonghua's whole body froze, and several leaders who were close were also stunned.
But Bu Chonghua reacted very quickly, and immediately vaguely guessed what he had found, and said solemnly, "Listen to my explanation, this matter—"
Wu Yu's voice was hoarse and rough, with hot blood: "Are you looking for someone to investigate me?!"
Bureau Song, Secretary Weng and others looked at each other, everyone was puzzled and at a loss. Bu Chonghua calmed down and said, "Yes, Wu Yu, you listen to me first. We'll..."
Wu Yu turned a deaf ear, and interrupted him with a trembling: "Turn on the amplifier on your phone."
Meanwhile, downstairs in the community.
A black Audi stopped abruptly, and Lin Fang's gloomy eyes were reflected in the rearview mirror. He unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to get out of the car when he suddenly remembered something and stopped, turned his hand and took out a gun from the glove box, put it in the inner pocket of his jacket, and slammed the door.
- The dust and mud spots that normally splashed on the hem of the rear license plate of his car were wiped off at some point in the size of a palm, and it looked exceptionally clean.
But this is actually very inconspicuous, and other people will not pay attention to their rear license plates at all.
Lin Fang retracted his icy gaze and strode towards the front door of the apartment building.
After the loudspeaker on the opposite side of the phone was turned on, the noise increased immediately, and there was also a very light voice from Bureau Song: "You persuade him to go back and talk about it, now is not the time, the meeting is not over yet..."
Wu Yu put the phone to his ear with one hand, and quickly flipped through the documents on the floor with the other hand. Just as he was about to speak, the phone suddenly vibrated several times. He subconsciously saw that it was a picture sent by Jiang Ting.
- Soil sample inspection and comparison appraisal certificate issued by the Technical Corps of Jinhai Public Security Bureau.
What's the meaning
Before Wu Yu could take a closer look, the phone vibrated one after another, and news from Jiang Ting followed:
[Part of the soil samples in Lin Fang's tires are rich in silica fume particles and silicon dioxide. Compared with the soil samples from the road section where your car crashed in the industrial area, they show certain similar characteristics.]
[I'm going to ask Bureau Song to find the traffic control bureau to investigate the surveillance video of the night of the incident]
[Wu Yu, the black car you saw the night you were kidnapped might be Lin Fang.]
"Hello, Wu Yu?" Bu Chonghua's voice sounded across the phone, "Are you okay? Why don't you speak?"
Is it really Lin Fang
What does he want to do
How much does he know
The fluorescent light on the screen of the mobile phone reflected Wu Yu's face in the dim light. His temples throbbed suddenly, and countless calculations flashed in his mind. His face was pale but very calm. Suddenly, the doorbell rang from outside!
- The security measures of this residential building in this community are very good. You must stand downstairs and ring the bell first, and let the elevator go upstairs, otherwise the elevator will not be able to reach the corresponding floor. In an instant, Wu Yu seemed to realize what was going on. He said a few words succinctly and waited a moment. Then he put down his phone, got up and went to the outer door, Maoyan, to see that it was Lin Fang!
Ding dong! Ding dong!
Lin Fang stood with his hands behind his back. He always had the calm and watertight aura of a diplomat around him, but I don't know if it was because of the light in the corridor. The angle of the backlight seemed sharp and aggressive, and he made a few words for the cat's eye. A silent mouth:
"I, know, know, you, here, here."
Wu Yu's brows and pupils were pressed together, and all of a sudden, countless thoughts flashed through his mind—
Bet all of your net worth to open this door
Or procrastinate and plot it
"...If you want to live, don't avenge anyone, don't look back..." He heard the series of explosions in the depths of the tunnel and his cry of despair, and he heard the man in his arms gasping for dying: "Go forward, keep moving forward. Go... don't look back!"
"I promise that no matter what happens, I will solve this case for you." On the beach of Yuye River where the kidnapper was shot, Wu Yu pressed the violent Bu Chonghua to the door of the police car and said hoarsely in his ear: "I promise. You, I promise to avenge you."
Zhang Boming who jumped off the top floor of the hospital, Peng Wan who stared in the pool of blood in the secret room, the young couple who was shot to death in the dark night at the border, and the two children who ran for their lives in the raging fire... The scenes alternated in the void, and they cried hoarsely. Filled the ears: didn't you promise to avenge us
Why don't you find the culprit for us
Wu Yu closed his eyes, inhaled so deeply that his chest tingled, then gritted his teeth, grabbed the handle, and forced the door open—
call!
Lin Fang slammed into the door, stepped on the floor tiles with his leather shoes, and quickly forced Wu Yu to retreat to the corner of the entrance. With a click, the bullet was loaded, and then the cold muzzle pressed against his chest:
"Have you had soil samples taken from my body and tires?"
Wu Yu held the barrel of the gun in his palm, and his voice was as still as ice: "Why did you follow me and Bu Chonghua's car the night of the accident?"
The two looked at each other, the corner of Lin Fang's mouth twitched, it was a slightly mocking icy arc, then he leaned forward and whispered in Wu Yu's ear:
"It's just the two of us here, we don't need to act."
"We all know why Zhang Boming died."