The aftermath of the bombshell reverberated in the void for a long time, blocking all sounds from the invisible barrier. After a few seconds, a leader of the Jinhai Municipal Party Committee squeezed out his voice:
"What... what do you mean? Isn't he a 'painter'? Who is Ah Gui?"
Lin Fang was about to speak, but Zhang Zhixing grabbed him first: "Do you know Thayer, the drug lord in the Golden Triangle? If you know Thayer, you can know who the most loyal bodyguard around his only daughter is." He maliciously asked Wu Yi glanced at him and said with a smile: "Look, no one knows about you in ten years, what a pity—I think even Fang Pian J Jinjie had to call you brother, right?"
Square J? !
No one knows who Ah Gui is, but when it comes to Fang Pian J, no one knows anyone, and one can imagine what kind of role Jin Jie can call his brother. The city party leader's face became even more ugly, and he pointed at Wu Yu for a long while: "But... but that doesn't make sense? After 12 years of undercover, you came back and changed people, and you Yundian can't find it? You are just—simply—"
Lin Fang's voice was tight: "It's not what you think."
"Why isn't it what we thought?! What the hell is going on?! You put the drug lord's people undercover in our Jinhai as a meritorious deed, what are you trying to do—"
"Captain Wu." Song Ping interrupted in a deep voice: "Don't you have anything to say?!"
The whole room was quiet for a moment, and in the eyes of everyone, Wu Yu looked down at the stagnant air in front of him, not looking at anyone, let alone Bu Chonghua.
After a while he finally took a breath and said, "No."
"you… "
"It's me who takes the place of understanding."
—It was me who took the place of understanding.
Every word of his was very plain and clear, but like a red-hot needle, Song Ping's expression changed suddenly: "Captain Wu!"
On the other side, Lin Fang finally couldn't bear it any longer: "I said it's not what you think!"
Everyone was shocked by Lin Fang's unusually anxious voice, and then he took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions again: "The undercover plan is more complicated than everyone imagined, and I only slowed down after Zhang Boming's death. I slowly figured out the clues, but I am sure that the painter for the past 12 years has been Wu Yu. From the time he was imprisoned in the Jinkang District Detention Center to the siege of sharks a year ago, there was no one else from beginning to end, it was him!”
"Fart!" The leader was so angry just now: "You Yundian dare to use a drug lord's horse boy as an undercover?!"
"Don't call him that!" Bu Chonghua, who had been silent for a while, suddenly shouted.
The leader was stunned: "you you you..."
"Everything is quiet!" Song Ping scolded, frowned and turned to Lin Fang: "Then who is Xie Xing?"
Lin Fang glanced at Wu Yu.
Obviously the center of all the chaos, but this person is extraordinarily silent and quiet, as if all emotions, all expressions, and even all voices have faded from him, as silent as a pool of stagnant water.
"Xie Xing is an undercover officer who was officially filed by the special situation, codenamed 'painter', but he is not the only undercover in the special situation group. Thirteen years ago, we sent out many people in batches, and they were all selected through various assessments. They are all equally loyal and excellent." Lin Fang paused, and it seemed that it was difficult to find the right words to describe his meaning, and finally he had to give up: "—Understanding is just the last link in a huge plan."
Although the truth is ugly, it is actually understandable. With such a long span, such a dramatic intensity, and such a huge amount of resources invested in an infiltration operation, how could it be possible to put all the bets on one and let a 20-year-old young man alone lead the charge
"The infiltration plan at the time was called "Choose Undercover". In fact, the requirements in all aspects were the same as for training agents. Otherwise, the people sent out would not have the ability to infiltrate the drug trafficking core of the Golden Triangle. Xie Xing was indeed outstanding, but he was only an intern who dropped out of school in his junior year. Xue police, he should not be recruited under normal circumstances, but Zhang Boming personally recommended him to Hu Liangan, the head of the special intelligence team, and then Lao Hu gave him an exceptional charter."
Speaking of this, Lin Fang's expression is also a bit complicated: "Every undercover agent sent by the special intelligence team has its own action code, and Xie Xing's original action code is called Tanli."
The pearl of the daughter of gold must be in the abyss of nine layers, under the chin of Lilong. If you want to capture the rare pearl under the abyss, you have to take advantage of the short-lived opportunity of the evil dragon to rest, and risk being shattered to steal it from under its jaw. This is Tan Li Dezhu.
"Zhang Boming's plan was for Xie Xing to persuade Agui, who had already penetrated into the core of the drug gang at the time, to make Agui a real spy of the special intelligence team. But doing so violates the principle of confidentiality, because no one knows about Xie Xing. In the end, who will turn against the other between Agui and Zhang Boming, so Zhang Boming's private plan was only verbally approved by Hu Liangan, but the special intelligence team did not have a written record, and the others were completely unaware of it."
"In the next three years, some of the special intelligence team's infiltration plans have made great progress, but most of them have stagnated, and a few undercover agents have died heroically. Of all the people who were released at the beginning, only Xie Xing's line was worth it. Calling it a miracle, it not only overcame all obstacles, but also helped the border anti-drugs to set up a good monitoring station and intelligence network. So in the third year, Lao Hu asked the special intelligence team to focus most of its resources on the line of understanding. , the painter has become the most important and critical blade for the special situation team to penetrate the enemy line."
Song Ping glanced at Wu Yu: "But in fact, the person who worked for the special love team in the name of the painter was Ah Gui?"
Lin Fang said, "Yes."
"Old Hu dares to let Zhang Boming do this, where did the courage come from?" Song Ping narrowed his sharp eyes: "Are Gui and Xie Xing twins?"
The loyalty and affection between the twins is even greater than that of the brothers, and it is indeed possible to convince Hu Liangan, the chief of special affairs, to take a little risk for this. Song Ping was on the point of asking. But the question is, how could one twin go to the Confucius University, and the other go to the drug gang
Everyone at the scene looked stunned and confused at the same time, only Bu Chonghua kept staring at Wu Yu, and the group photo of the military training group appeared like lightning in his mind - the young students who were tall and straight like poplars, and the lonely and silent man in front of him. The silhouettes gradually overlapped, but gradually staggered, finally showing the extremely subtle difference between the corners of the brows and the eyes.
But the most subtle doubts at that time were all subconsciously persuaded by him to ignore them on the grounds that the group photos were blurred and the twelve years of negotiation.
It was only now that he realized so clearly and painfully: No, no.
That's not the same face, that can't be twins.
"...No." Lin Fang answered dryly, turned slightly to Wu Yu and asked in a low voice, "If I guess right, you should be cousins, right?"
Wu Yu didn't make a sound at first, and after a few seconds, he suddenly turned his face slightly to the dark side.
This action was so light that no one present noticed it, only Bu Chonghua saw through his most secret thoughts in the blink of an eye—he wanted to avoid his sight.
He didn't even want to say anything in front of his face.
"Wait, the surnamed Lin, what are you doing?" At this time, the leader of Jinhai City couldn't help it, and asked anxiously and angrily: "You are not even twins, you can't tell the difference between cousins, you two. Are you fucking trying to stuff us with people on purpose?!"
"There are indeed loopholes in the rules of the special love year, but all those undercover agents are on the tip of the knife, so it's good to leave a few file photos. Should they each take a few high-definition close-ups before setting off and hang them on the office wall?" Lin Fang's attitude is not very good: "Twelve years of high-risk lurking, you know how many injuries and accidents you will encounter, and it is normal for your appearance, body and even facial features to change at all! Besides Zhang Boming, we don't even know there are If such a person exists, where will Lenovo go undercover and come back for a new person?!”
The old leader was at a loss for words, and then he became suspicious: "No, what about Hu Liang'an? Zhang Boming died, and the person in charge was blinded?"
As soon as the words fell, the surroundings fell into a strange silence, but Lin Fang hesitated as soon as he opened his mouth, and his face slowly showed absurdity, irony, helplessness, and various complex expressions that were difficult to describe in words.
Wu Yu silently closed his eyes.
"...Old Hu has had a stroke." Lin Fang finally said helplessly after a long while, "Sudden cerebral infarction, I didn't have time to explain anything. That was two years ago."
There was silence all around, and even Song Ping was speechless.
The bottom of Bu Chonghua's heart was hit hard, and the stinging pain of numbness spread.
Destiny mostly tricks people, but when it comes to Ah Gui, it should be that destiny never even had the slightest kindness towards him.
Hu Liangan was an old man, and he worked hard for many years, his brain was overloaded, and it was unexpected and reasonable that he had a sudden stroke. But if this happened a little earlier, Zhang Boming might have realized the need to take precautions, and would have immediately informed Feng Ju, who was in charge of the special intelligence team, about the existence of Agui; unfortunately, almost two years ago It happened to be a critical moment when the special investigation team was preparing to take the sharks in, and the dust would settle in a few months.
Zhang Boming won't feel that there are any variables in the remaining months, so he won't be in a hurry to immediately stab the matter of Ah Gui. After all, according to his knowledge, Ah Gui died in the Hongshan torture chamber. He had been dead for ten years, so why rush these few months
More importantly, if Xie Xing returned with honor, the two would report the secret of Ah Gui to their superiors together. For the sake of the painter's numerous military exploits, who else would be stingy about Ah Gui's reputation and the treatment of martyrs? objection
- Zhang Boming's idea is not wrong, what's wrong is that he didn't know that the painter changed people ten years ago, and he didn't expect his life to come to an abrupt end that afternoon, and it was too late to leave a word like Hu Liangan!
"In other words, only three and a half people know the inside story thirteen years ago, Hu Liang'an, Zhang Boming, Xie Xing, plus half Zhang Zhixing." Song Ping paused, looking at Lin Fang with a sharp knife-like gaze: " What about you, who told you?"
Lin Fang smiled bitterly: "Zhang Boming."
"When you went to his ward with a note that afternoon to question him?"
"... No," Lin Fang said with sadness in his eyes: "It's the fifteenth day after he left."
Song Ping was startled.
"I received a call from the investigation team that morning, saying that Xie Xing firmly denied that he was suspected of killing Zhang Boming, and my accusation against the painter lacked evidence. I was very angry and was going to go out to meet the leaders of the investigation team, but someone rang My office door…”
"Jinkang District Detention Center?" Lin Fang wore a jacket on his arm, and kept his footsteps at all, with an inexplicable and impatient tone: "When did I tell you that I would destroy paper files, this kind of thing has something to do with me? "
The person who came was the person in charge of the Electronic Information Section, and his face was equally puzzled and inexplicable: "The internal order you issued yourself, look at this date, fifteen days ago, right?"
fifteen days ago.
As if an invisible hook was stretched at the nerve endings, Lin Fang suddenly stopped.
"You asked the Jinkang District Detention Center to destroy some of the designated old paper files in order to cooperate with the construction of the electronic data archive, and it must be completed as soon as possible within half a month. Is the account in the background right? The old files that are required to be destroyed have already been destroyed in accordance with the principle of confidentiality. I will report to you the current operation of the electronic database, starting with the server architecture…”
The visitor was still babbling about what to report, but Lin Fang had no interest in listening. He raised his hand in a trance and shook it at the other party, walked back to his office like sleepwalking, and slammed the door shut.
There was only one person in the entire special team who knew his key and password, but that person died fifteen days ago.
Some kind of cold guess, like a shadow under the water, gradually came to Lin Fang's mind.
He almost rushed back to his desk, turned on the computer, logged in to the background, and checked the traces of historical operations; rows of data on the screen were reflected in the depths of his pupils, and then stopped abruptly, and the whole person trembled uncontrollably.
- Fifteen days ago, at 5:39 pm, his key was logged into the intelligence network, and he modified a collection document in the electronic archives.
The detainee is called Xie Qianshan.
All the misfortunes of that afternoon were explained in that moment.
At five o'clock, Lin Fang knocked on the door of Zhang Boming's ward with a note. The disheartened Wu Yu no longer cared about what they were going to do with him, and turned upstairs from the corner of the corridor and returned to his ward;
At 5:10, Zhang Boming burned the note, saying that he wanted to be alone, and Lin Fang, who was full of suspicion, had to leave and went out to the lobby on the first floor of the hospital;
At 5:20, Zhang Boming used Lin Fang's secret key to log in to the background, and quickly issued an internal order to let the Jinkang District Detention Center in Yundian cooperate with the construction of the electronic archives and destroy the old paper archives as soon as possible;
Then Zhang Boming did the last thing in his life.
He called up the photo of Xie Xing wearing a prison uniform on the archives of the Jinkang District Detention Center, and made minor corrections to the facial features, making the part of the features that belonged to Xie Xing blurred, the overall image was thinner, and the eye sockets were slightly deepened. Closer to Ah Gui when he was young.
Xie Xing sacrificed, Hu Liangan was incapacitated, and Zhang Boming alone could not prove. No one in this world can prove his innocence for the "drug dealer Ma Zai" Agui who has been dead for ten years. He simply let the name that has never been treated kindly by fate disappear forever, and let him walk in Mingguang in the name of Jie Xing for the rest of his life. The majestic world.
This seemingly superfluous move was actually very meticulous, and it was the only way Zhang Boming could think of in a hurry. At that time, the reason why he used Lin Fang's key was because he was not sure how much his key had been exposed to his father over the years, and he didn't want to let Ah Gui's safety become a bargaining chip for his father to use to threaten him in the future.
At nearly 6 o'clock in the afternoon, when Zhang Boming boarded the roof of the hospital, he might still be thinking about how to explain it to Lin Fang. Can you get Lin Fang's help and cover? But what he didn't expect was that he would not be able to get off the rooftop again. Just a few minutes later, he fell from the sky, splashing blood and staining the cloudy sky.
He should have never imagined that half a month after he bid farewell to the world, Lin Fang found clues from an inexplicable work report in the Jinkang District Detention Center, and then deduced the whole truth, which made the mentally collapsed during the high-intensity interrogation. Wu Yu finally got his last chance. Pushing it back a year, the custody document that he had revised was faxed to the Nancheng Branch of Jinhai City. Qianshan was jailed for the crime of escaping. On the desk of the office in the interrogation room, Xie Qianshan in the photo was still a young man, with short black hair, very white skin, and wearing a blue prison uniform.
Only solve Qianshan and call the traveller, who knows that the body is not the soul.
Thirteen years ago, A Gui and Xie Xing stood in the same body. Their gazes traversed the swirling flames of war and chaotic time and space, and they looked at Bu Chonghua thirteen years later calmly, unobstructed.
"That is to say, everything you just said was deduction and guesswork, without written evidence?" Song Ping asked with a tight frown.
The neon of the city reflects the unfinished buildings from a distance, and rows of scaffolding cast vertical and horizontal shadows in the hall. Lin Fang swallowed and finally said in a low voice, "There is no written evidence that has been stamped with the official seal."
"What's the meaning?"
"... I got Zhang Boming's letter records more than ten years ago, and I investigated the intelligence exchanges of the special intelligence team for the first three years when I was sent out, and I also went to visit Hu Liangan in secret. At that time, Lao Hu heard the two There was a reaction to every word, his mouth was open, his temper became very bad, and he struggled to smash people with things. The doctor said that it was actually because he was anxious, and his brain was reminding himself that he had forgotten an extremely important thing. But he couldn't say a word, no matter how much he struggled."
Lin Fang lowered his head and covered his mouth with a fist. After a while, he regained his hoarse and steady tone: "But that was more than a year ago. When I went to visit him last month, Lao Hu was paralyzed in a wheelchair and laughed. , he smiled when he saw people, he laughed when he saw birds, and he laughed when he saw cars on the street. He was peaceful and happy, and he has completely disappeared in the world that we can't touch."
Lin Fang looked at Wu Yu, Wu Yu lowered his slightly red eyes.
"I do emotionally," Song Ping's voice was hoarse, but suddenly stopped.
He controlled his emotions, then changed the subject and said, "But it makes sense that I have to bring the captain of the Wu detachment back to cooperate with the investigation. This matter involves too many aspects, and it may be necessary to take some measures against the parties..."
Lin Fang's color suddenly changed, and just as he was about to speak up, the anxious old leader said angrily: "What is the Wu branch captain, someone will bring him back to me! Don't be confused, Lao Song, you know this matter. How corrupt is the nature, how serious is it?!"
Song Ping said: "Lao Ji, please don't..."
But the old man surnamed Ji didn't want to hear it at all: "Don't what?! You know which sentence is true and which is false in the mouth of the surnamed Lin. If he says that the surnamed Wu is a real undercover, you believe it? He said that Xie Xing died in ten You believed it years ago?! Who knows if this is a nonsense made up by them to cover up the truth by accidentally letting drug dealers infiltrate the spy team?!"
Song Ping was also angry: "You are purely a conspiracy theory, you can't—"
"No, do you know what it means for us to report such a major event? Ah?! You think you can still wear the official hat on your head?!" The old man surnamed Ji was so angry, he casually pointed two An old subordinate pointed at Wu Yu again: "Pull it away! Use coercive means!"
"Lao Ji, what do you want to do!" Song Ping roared.
"What are you trying to do!" Lao Ji's leader roared even louder than him.
Secretary Weng slapped Song Ping on the shoulder: "Take it back first, and think about it in the long run. This matter is too big, and Jinhai really can't be the master..."
"Take that surnamed Wu away! Take it away in cuffs!!"
-boom!
The loud noise shook the eardrums, the chaos suddenly solidified, and everyone turned their heads in astonishment.
Bu Chonghua held his gun out of the building with one hand, and the muzzle of the gun was smoking, his voice was short and tight: "I see who dares to be handcuffed."
The old leader's face was red with anger: "You—"
Bu Chonghua raised his eyes and stared at him, and slowly repeated: "I see who dares to be handcuffed."
In the darkness, his eyes were cold, completely different from when he was a criminal policeman, and there was something frightening faintly. The old man surnamed Ji only felt that he poured ice water on his head, and the coolness couldn't help jumping up. At this time, Bu Chonghua threw the bullet from the non-standard black gun, and threw it, slap!
The pistol fell to the ground, and several people shrugged backwards at the same time as if they were electrocuted.
Bu Chonghua faced the crowd, slowly took a few steps back, stopped half a meter in front of Wu Yu, turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Do you have anything to say to me?"
Wu Yu looked at the dark night beside him and said nothing.
"Wu Yu, no matter what you say, I will believe it." Bu Chonghua looked at his pale and indifferent profile, his tone was suppressed but terribly steady, and he said every word: "As long as you speak now, I will believe everything you say. "