boom!
Just as the trigger was pulled, the strong wind approached from his side instantly, Zhang Zhixing was caught off guard and shoved to the ground, the bullet was immediately empty, and the pistol slipped out smoothly!
He suddenly knew something was wrong, and before he had time to grab the gun, he was grabbed and twisted and kicked to the ground. The cold handcuffs snapped, and they were handcuffed to the iron bar in the corner.
Zhang Zhixing turned his head in shock and anger, and all the blood faded from his face on the spot: "It's you?!"
It's Lin Fang!
Lin Fang was in a mess, his coat had been taken off, the cashmere sweater and trousers were covered with dust, several bloodstains were smeared on his face and hands, and there were still net-like impressions from his forehead to his cheeks. He didn't have time to talk to Zhang Zhixing, so he rushed to the window sill and reached out to Wu Yu: "It took me a few more minutes to climb out of that net, come up!"
In mid-air, Wu Yu's lips moved, and he asked softly, "... Bu Chonghua and the others are on their way?"
Lin Fang turned his head and glanced at Zhang Zhixing, who was struggling in the far corner, and said in a low voice, "The net is already closed and ready to come. Come up quickly!"
But Wu Yu stared straight at him without moving.
"Wu Yu?"
"… "
Lin Fang suddenly realized something, and a chill rushed to his limbs: "What are you thinking? Come on fucking!"
The cold wind whistled through the steel scaffolding, making a sharp whistle, like a distant elegy.
"...Do you know," Wu Yu whispered, "I just found out today that no one has given up on us."
Looking at his expression, Lin Fang suddenly felt cold, realizing that Wu Yu was not talking to him.
"No one has ever given up on us." Wu Yu murmured again.
His bloody cornerstone, which had been tempered by hatred for ten years, collapsed on this day, turned into powder, and roared away with the whole world.
Zhang Boming is dead, the real murderer has been arrested, and all the secrets will soon be exposed.
The seed that was thrown into hell by fate took root and sprouted, and stretched out vines from the abyss to the scorching sun. It knew that the flowers it tried to bloom were rejected by the light, and it was destined to be burned until death at the moment of embracing the scorching sun.
"Wu Yu!" At that moment, the blood all over Lin Fang's body rushed to the top of his head: "Don't you want to see Bu Chonghua again? You, you—"
Wu Yu closed his eyes, and at that moment Lin Fang suddenly leaned forward and grabbed his hand tightly, half of his body slipped out of the air in an instant: "Don't you want to catch a shark?! Painter?!"
In the blink of an eye, Lin Fang realized that he had hit a dead end with every word.
Every millisecond seemed to have no end, Wu Yu trembled strangely, opened his eyes slightly, and looked at him panting.
"Come up to me!" Lin Fang roared hoarsely, gritted his teeth and forced him to lift him by half an inch, Wu Yu finally grabbed the steel pipe in a conditioned reflex, and both of them rolled onto the level of cement in the murmur of noise.
Lin Fang gasped and stood up, but even in this situation, he didn't forget to stand cautiously behind Wu Yu, hiding between him and the windowsill. Not far away, Zhang Zhixing couldn't break free from the iron cuffs, and his whole body was paralyzed on the ground, and he sneered in the dark: "I see... I see! It turns out that everything you two is playing!"
The last few words could be called gnashing of teeth. He glanced at Wu Yu, and then looked at Lin Fang meaningfully: "You already knew that, right?!"
"Yes, so I really never doubted you." Lin Fang smiled bitterly: "He has a full motive to kill, but you are Zhang Boming's biological father, and you are the only one besides me who shouted that Zhang Boming could not commit suicide. But now that I think about it, your unwillingness to lose your beloved son is just a show, otherwise, based on your qualifications and connections, you would have tried your best to find a relationship trustee to restart the investigation, so why stop at word of mouth?"
The distorted look on Zhang Zhixing's face disappeared, and confusion emerged from those turbid old eyes. He seemed to see the shocked and frozen face of his own son when he fell from the building, and the hand that he desperately stretched out but failed: "... No... not complete Yes."
Not all performances.
"...I know best what kind of person my son is!" "Why should he feel guilty if he didn't do anything wrong?!" "Zhang Boming couldn't have committed suicide, I don't believe it!"…
That's not acting.
"I really thought that the murderer who killed Zhang Boming was Wu Yu, until four hours ago, I finally made up my mind to confront him, and I wanted to solve everything in the past, but I didn't expect him to tell me that the initiator of all this is likely to be You." Lin Fang also seemed to feel very ironic, "He said that we can jointly design a scene to test the authenticity, and I agreed."
Zhang Zhixing's face wrinkled, and his fierce demeanor returned: "—You always thought he was the murderer, but for more than a year, you didn't report him at all, and you confronted him in private?"
Lin Fang did not hesitate: "Yes."
"Then why did you strongly accuse him of the investigation team? Did you start playing tricks and deceiving people so early?!"
Lin Fang didn't say a word, and glanced at Wu Yu amid Zhang Zhixing's unbelievable stare.
Wu Yu's eyelids drooped, and half of his body sank into the darkness, like a stone statue glowing with a moon-white halo.
"... No, my accusation was true." Lin Fang paused, his voice choked with a sour lump: "But half a month later, I discovered that Zhang Boming had left a last wish before he died. Wanted to protect the painters...our real painters for twelve years."
"That was the last hour of his life, the last thing he did."
Zhang Zhixing buzzed in his head: "What?!"
Lin Fang didn't answer Zhang Zhixing directly, but motioned Wu Yu to hand him the note just now: "—You've been madly wondering what happened to Zhang Boming in the last few hours of his death, because you didn't find this thing, right? ?"
Zhang Zhixing's face was pale, and he stared directly at the half sheet of paper in Lin Fang's hand.
"This piece of paper is the biggest and most obvious flaw in all of your crimes for more than ten years. Once it falls into the hands of the investigation team, professionals can identify that although the handwriting is similar, it is not written by Zhang Boming. Looking down this thread, even your operation of the Ancient Tea Horse Road may be exposed to the world. So within 16 to 26 minutes from the time you fell from the building to the discovery of the body, you quickly dealt with the footprints on the spot and entered Zhang Boming's ward. Searched around, but the scary thing was that the note disappeared and couldn't be found anywhere."
"—What you didn't expect is that the note has been destroyed long ago." Lin Fang shook his hand sarcastically: "I wrote this four hours ago by imitating Zhang Boming's handwriting from memory, and the real evidence was as early as that afternoon. When I went to question Zhang Boming at five o'clock, he burned it to ashes with a lighter in front of me."
Zhang Zhixing's eyes widened, and he couldn't say a word.
"If you find the note, your performances over the past year should be different, but you didn't find it. So you always have in your heart whether Wu Yu has seen it, and whether Wu Yu still preserves it. It and Wu Yu have the question of whether to give it to others, this question forces you to be startled no matter what you do." Lin Fang was a little sarcastic at this point: "I guess Bu Chonghua hinted to you 'I know Zhang Boming' ', 'When I knew what happened that afternoon', you should have been very shocked and frightened: How could this surnamed Bu know my son? How much does he know? More importantly, is he investigating Zhang Boming? Death? - Bu Chonghua is a very professional interrogator. The original intention of his lies is to deceive you and defraud you of more information about the settlement. But unfortunately, you took it seriously."
Therefore, the Ancient Tea Horse Road must deal with Bu Chonghua. For Zhang Zhixing, the best result is not to kill Bu Chonghua, but to pour dirty water on him and get the police force out of the police force - so that he has participated in, handled and investigated Everything about him will be kept on the shelf from now on, and will become a banned file that the police force keeps secret. At least in the next few years, no one will touch it again!
From this point of view, it is actually very wrong for Bu Chonghua to be "selected" as the murderer of Peng Wan's secret room death case. If it weren't for the fact that his narrative tricks on Zhang Zhixing were too realistic, and Zhang Zhixing, who had been so neurotic for a year, was fooled, the entire secret room murder case would not actually have happened.
Zhang Zhixing really wanted to kidnap Wan Changwen's daughter and grandson, but he could use other methods to kill the mother and son more cleanly.
"... The surnamed Bu deceived me, he actually deceived me, and I actually... "
Zhang Zhixing gasped in disbelief, his mind was in a mess, and suddenly his bright eyes turned to Lin Fang: "—So that afternoon, what happened that afternoon?! You said that Zhang Boming left a last wish, How did he leave a last wish?!"
Lin Fang lowered his head and pressed his eyebrows, thereby forcibly suppressing the stabbing sadness in his heart, then raised his head and said categorically, "You don't need to know."
"You!" Zhang Zhixing roared in extreme anger, panic and despair: "Lin Fang! I tell you! Do you think I came alone today?!"
His stupid threat was purely because he had nowhere to go. Lin Fang said lightly, "Do you think we came alone today?"
Footsteps came from the iron ladder in the distance at the end of the floor. It was heard that there were about a dozen people, and soon it was a sound in the empty and unfinished building. Zhang Zhixing's pupils could not help but widen, and then, the scene he least wanted to see at the moment appeared in front of him—
Bu Chonghua took a skinny black man covered in handcuffs to the iron ladder, followed by Jiang Ting, followed by Yan Yan, Xu Zuxin, Song Ping, and the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau meeting four hours ago. of the leaders.
Zhang Zhixing's eyes touched the detained man, and he closed his eyes heavily.
"Only this one?" Lin Fang asked in surprise.
Bu Chonghua panted slightly, his clothes were messy, and he should have experienced a fierce fight at the construction site downstairs just now: "I caught fourteen, this one is the head." Juvenile proud: "He was the kidnapper who hit our car on the highway that night and put us in a secret room."
That is, another horse boy who was hired by the Ancient Tea Horse Road in the drug trafficking case in Daxing County ten years ago and escaped from the scene!
Unexpectedly, Wu Yu's reaction was very cold, just standing there quietly, Bu Chonghua couldn't help but startled.
"It's really unexpected, it makes sense, old Zhang," Song Ping said with a sigh.
Zhang Zhixing curled up against the wall and said nothing.
"Although the Ancient Tea Horse Road has been a small website in the past 13 years, it has been haunted by ghosts. The suspicions related to the group have never been broken, but at that time no one could find any evidence, and finally Lao Feng even suspected it," Song Ping's voice suddenly stopped, and he looked at Lin Fang sideways.
Lin Fang regained the polite and considerate demeanor of a diplomat: "Nothing, Feng Ting has always taught us descendants to respect the senior police officers in Jinhai very much."
"Your respect is to sneakily follow Jinhai Detachment Captain's car on a rainy night?"
"..." Lin Gang smiled politely and did not answer.
But he didn't need to say anything. Song Ping's heart was like a mirror. In the eyes of this surnamed Lin, Song Ping and Bu Chonghua were both major suspects in the kidnapping of Peng Wan. The so-called secret room kidnapping case might just be directed and acted by Jinhai. . Therefore, after Peng Wan was killed, Lin Fang first insisted on taking Bu Chonghua to Beijing for review, and second strongly demanded Song Ping to avoid suspicion and the remote investigation team to settle in Jinhai—both of these two moves were quite ruthless.
In Lin Fang's eyes, he was probably a warrior who was trapped in the den of thieves and fought alone. He would rather die than investigate Bu Chonghua's alleged drug trafficking and connection to the dark web. So at this point, he is not embarrassed at all, he is quite calm, and he is really a talent.
"You're not greedy enough to swallow an elephant, old Zhang." Song Ping ignored the brat surnamed Lin, turned to Zhang Zhixing with squinted eyes, and said leisurely, "With your anti-reconnaissance ability, if the Ancient Tea-Horse Road still can't make a few orders a year , maintaining the state of dying in the past, and it is estimated that in a few years, the fox's tail may not be exposed. But you are too greedy, taking advantage of the crazy expansion in the year when the Mariana Trench went offline, and kidnapping Wan Changwen's daughter and grandson - You want to force Wan Changwen to show up, right?"
Zhang Zhixing's cheeks twitched, staring at the dusty ground in front of him.
"You joined the technical department in the name of a rehired expert to guide the work. When the kidnapper Ding Sheng's surrender call made a call to the Public Security Bureau, you were the first group of people who could quickly locate their exact location. The criminal investigation detachment needs to apply for guns and records when going out to the field. Recording and dispatching various search and rescue resources, but your killer did not need it, so the action was a little faster than the police, and rushed to the beach to shoot Ding Sheng and Deng Le, rescue Peng Wan's mother and son, and then use the name of Wan Changwen. Lure her into the secret room to cooperate with your plan to frame Bu Chonghua."
"And the 72 hours you trapped them in the secret room was also the time you left for Wan Changwen to negotiate - if he really came out to find you, he was willing to put the blue-gold sales channel on the Ancient Tea Horse Road. They will release Peng Wan's mother and son, and then let the remaining Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu in the secret room kill each other." Song Ping let out a long sigh: "Old Zhang, I have to say, you are really overestimating. The heart that Wan Changwen wants to keep! At that time, the kidnapping case was already hot. How could Wan Changwen, a drug lord who pushed his biological daughter into the water to save the gold, would be willing to risk being taken for the sake of his grandson? The risk of being outflanked by the police, come out to meet you?"
Zhang Zhixing's face was gray and defeated, and he saw his body shaking in the dark, and then shaking again.
"...Yes, I didn't expect it." He raised his head and sighed hoarsely: "You are right, you are right!"
This is actually very ironic. Zhang Boming's death did not stop his biological father, but Zhang Zhixing thought that Wan Changwen could be constrained by the life of his daughter's grandson. It was simply a bad guy who was counting on another bad guy to be less bad.
Song Ping's throat was choked, thousands of complicated feelings were in his heart, and he could only let out a sigh for a long time.
"But there's one thing I can't figure out," he asked after thinking about it.
Zhang Zhixing said with dismay, "What?"
Song Ping said: "Although you must have heard about the shark wanting to cooperate with Wan Changwen, you must know that an old-fashioned drug dealer like Wan Changwen is very resistant and unwilling to be associated with the shark. Why did you suddenly use such a violent way of kidnapping, desperately trying to force Wan Changwen out?"
This should be due to Song Ping's psychological sensitivity, or it may just be that he is over-hearted. Several other leaders didn't have time to think of this, and looked at Zhang Zhixing one after another.
"..." Zhang Zhixing smiled sullenly, and asked in a half-provocative manner, "I did the thing, and I killed the person. Does the reason still matter?"
Song Ping nodded, knowing that he would not obediently cooperate with the interrogation, so it was not surprising at all: "Okay, then I can only ask you to go back to the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau and slowly analyze the mental process behind the crime."
He nodded to his confidants behind him, and the two city bureau directors and deputy directors stepped forward knowingly, untied Zhang Zhixing's handcuffs, and prepared to take him to the police car downstairs.
But at this moment, Zhang Zhixing suddenly staggered to his feet, with a smile on his face: "Actually, I also have a doubt that I don't understand."
That smile was indescribably weird, Lin Fang was guarding against this, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Since the note has been burnt long ago, and I have never shown anything, why do you suddenly have doubts about me?"
Song Ping disagreed, and raised his head in the direction of Lin Fang and Wu Yu at will: "That's their two proposals..."
Zhang Zhixing interrupted Song Ping and smiled: "I would like to ask the protagonist who has been silent tonight - Captain Wu Yu, you."
All eyes turned to Wu Yu, but they saw that his face was as indifferent as ice.
Zhang Zhixing didn't care, he smiled and asked word by word, "How did you find out that there was something suspicious in me, and how did you decide the situation in one sentence, and persuaded Lin Fang to let everyone accompany you and join forces to catch me? ?"
Bu Chonghua suddenly looked at Wu Yu, and for some reason suddenly felt an extremely ominous omen, as if some hidden worry that even he himself had never noticed rose up in an instant, grabbing his heart.
Wu Yu closed his eyes silently, as if even his breathing, heartbeat and wind sound were still in the focus of many eyes.
But that was only for a moment.
"...Because of the photo you gave to Bu Chonghua." He finally said the first sentence in front of the crowd. His voice was slightly hoarse, but calm as deep water:
"You tore out three words from the caption before scanning that photo."
Everyone around was puzzled, only Bu Chonghua remembered the two lines of captions on the photo like lightning:
[On the second and fifth day of the tenth month, mother]
[Solution]
Missing three words? His eyelids twitched violently.
Which three words? !
"...I'll just say, that's what it is." Zhang Zhixing gasped and nodded, his eyes flashing with a mixture of sarcasm, absurdity, absurdity, madness, etc.: "I tried my best to help you cover it up in front of the world, but unexpectedly because of this , exposed the fact that I knew that secret for a long time... Yes, I really shouldn't tear up the three words 'Yu Agui', right?"
Bu Chonghua's mind was blank, and the air instantly froze.
"In order to avenge those dead souls, you really sacrificed your own life." Zhang Zhixing gasped for a while, his face blushed with extreme excitement and trembling, and the tone-changing ending ripped everyone's eardrums: "It's the solution. Did Xing tell you to take revenge when you died in the 'Red Mountain Torture Room', Ah Gui?"
—Agui
Agui? !
It was as if the giant sword slammed down into the void, shaking the world apart. In an instant, not only Bu Chonghua, but also Xu Zuxin and Song Pingping's faces turned white with shock.
Behind the crowd, only Jiang Ting lowered his gaze quietly, and then took a few steps closer to Wu Yu.
"Have you heard the story of that young man slaying the dragon?"
Zhang Zhixing stood there condescendingly, with a proud and sympathetic expression, he looked at Wu Yu, who said nothing, as if he was looking at the god of war who was finally pulled down from the altar:
"After a bloody battle, the young man lost to the evil dragon and fell to the ground. The evil dragon looked at the young man's corpse, slowly transformed into a human form, picked up the long sword, and put on the shining light that it longed for but could not get. Armor. The dragon finally turned into a boy and returned to the world."
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When I posted this chapter, I really thought about it for a long time, and even considered whether to break for a day and then update two chapters in one breath, but then I thought that even ten chapters in one breath would still be useless, this threshold is still this threshold, so I thought about it. After three times, I still write an article that the author has something to say. In order to avoid controversy, there will be some spoilers below.
No plastic surgery, no real brothers, just very similar cousins for reasons that will be discussed later. Wu Yu, Agui, was the child who rescued the nine-year-old Bu Chonghua, Xie Qianshan, who was in prison, and the only painter for 12 years; the person who arrested Hodgson and sent a distress signal ten years ago was also Wu Yu himself. . Basically, all the deeds in the text are Wu Yu himself, there is no impostor, except for the three years of school at OUHK.
Xie Xing is Jiang Ting's classmate, a young student who is very close to Zhang Boming in the military training photos. Zhang Boming's real mission to Xie Xing was to assist painter Wu Yu to exchange information. Zhang Boming promised Xie Xing that as long as he completes the task, he will find a way to help the painter clear his identity and bring the painter back to the sun from hell.
On the first day Xie Xing came to Yundian and was imprisoned, he was replaced by Wu Yuding before he could see Nian Daxing and other inmates. Since then, it has been Wu Yu who has been imprisoned. The one who was beaten in prison, who was harassed and coveted, who returned to the Golden Triangle to perform undercover tasks after escaping from prison, and who assumed the name of a legendary undercover painter, has been Wu Yu for twelve years.
During the arrest of Arthur Hodgson ten years ago, it was Wu Yu who delivered the news, and it was Wu Yu who sent a distress signal to Zhang Boming. However, Zhang Boming did not arrange for rescue, so Xie Xing confessed and was tortured and sacrificed himself at a critical moment in order to protect Wu Yu. Before Xie Xing died, he told Wu Yu, "Don't take revenge for anyone, go forward, don't look back", hoping that he would live as his own, and live under the sun's light from then on, completely separated from his first half of his life.
Jiang Ting did not admit the wrong person. He had known the brothers thirteen years ago and knew these secrets. So Wu Yu knew that Jiang Ting would definitely recognize him, but he didn't think people like Jiang Ting would be willing to help him. Who would have thought that Jiang Ting helped Wu Yu to know his identity for many reasons. The real intersection between the young Jiang Ting and Wu Yu thirteen years ago will be slowly released later and in the fourth volume.
The few photos Bu Chonghua saw, as well as more seemingly contradictory plots, are actually foreshadowings and will be explained later.
When I started to conceive this article, the most crucial character core was: "When a plant seed is forced to germinate and grow in hell, it is destined to be irradiated to death when it sees the sun, but it has a natural desire for the scorching sun. ; This inferiority sprouting from a strong desire, the resentment from being abandoned by the light, the inextinguishable longing tormented by inferiority and resentment, and the cycle of inferiority and self-destructive tendencies that are cycled by the inextinguishable desire will make this What's the story of what happened to a plant?" So from the very beginning, Wu Yu was not a once brilliant young man like Xie Xing, even though he was also a youthful, gentle and quiet man, in the final analysis, he was deeply afraid of his origin. Suffering, patience, repression and self-destructive tendencies are the core of his characters. It's just that my writing skills are still very immature, I only dare to try it out, and I can't express the deep and subtle human nature.
After the end of the second volume, the comment area gradually began to speculate that Wu Yu is not a solution from the various hints in the text. The focus of the comment area has always been: "If Wu Yu is not a solution, is there a plastic surgery stalk, twins, plot Can the many contradictions be arranged reasonably?" I was very relieved at the time, because I didn't have plastic surgery, and I looked alike but not twins, and the plot was basically reasonable. The various key plot contradictions discussed in the comment area were actually all It's the plot foreshadowing, and I've taken care of it. Until last Wednesday, when I was waiting for the bus after get off work, I searched Weibo, and suddenly found a question that has been missed: the key expectation of some readers is "is Wu Yu a classmate of Jiang Ting"! I knew it all at once, because only the three-year study at the OU was not taken care of. Even if it was explained that all the deeds in the text were done by Wu Yu, the only thing he did not do was go to the OU, because he did not Maybe Xie Xing, who is not exactly the same in appearance, went to OUHK in exchange, otherwise the logic would not be complete. When I woke up the next morning, I read it carefully, and found that one of the key arguments for insisting that Wu Yu is Xie Xing himself was two short passages I wrote: one was the artist's wife who tagged Wu Yu, but when I reposted it, I said, "This is It's like a little solution in college." One was Jiang Ting who said, "It's not as real as the old classmates." I knew it was over, because firstly, I didn’t have the awareness that “the short paragraph is equivalent to verifying the suspense in the main text”, but then I realized that when the serialized article was not finished, the short paragraph was inseparable from the main text, and it was the same as the ending article. Writing jokes is a different kind of situation; secondly, I have learned and tried the tricky narration technique many times in this article, and I also have this meaning when writing short paragraphs, but I didn't expect that some readers would be very concerned about "Wu Yu is Jiang Ting" The setting of "Classmates" is not only a stalk of playing "the bunk of the public university", but already has high expectations. I'm very, very sorry. I've been thinking about how to make up for it for the past seven days, but in the end I couldn't do anything. As the truth gradually approached, I felt that the sword of Damocles not only fell heavily on Wu Yu's head, but also landed on my head. In the end, I was extremely anxious and could only leave a comment, asking everyone to hoard the articles. After the hoarding of the third volume, I will decide whether to re-enter the pit or not. But I know in my heart that hoarding articles has little effect, and readers who care about this point in this part have already formed. The emotional damage is irreversible.
At the end of the matter, I really don't know what to say other than being extremely sorry. If there is emotional catharsis, negative comments, pinch and negative points, and abandonment of articles, it is very understandable. If there are readers who do not care about the setting of "Kongda Bunkhouse", I would like to ask everyone not to send negative comments. Readers who received high scores and negative comments responded with "If you want to see it, don't read it," "Abandon the article, don't post it specially," or even "If there are more people who follow the article, there is not much, but there is not much." This is because For readers who are very concerned about the "bunk bed at OUHK", I have not only hurt your feelings for chasing articles, but also really shattered the fundamental motivation for chasing articles, so negative comments, disappointment, and abandonment of articles are all very normal results. . I am very sorry, I will be more thoughtful when I code text in the future, and I will not make such mistakes again. I solemnly bow to you today, although I know that this part of the readers whose feelings have been hurt may be lost in the future. Thank you for your support along the way, and I am sorry for the hurt you have caused to your feelings. I hope everything will be well in the future, and once again solemnly express my apologies and bow.