Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 13

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The isolation door slammed open, and the two directors turned back at the same time, only to see Bu Chonghua walking into the office, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other pulling out the chair and sitting down, watching them back and forth:

"What happened to the people you assigned to me, can you tell me now?"

Xu Zuxin looked at Song Ping, his expression was obviously very puzzled.

Song Ping pondered for a moment in two bright eyes, and finally sighed, and threw the stack of documents he had just faxed on the table, and said, "Well, I just got it too."

Bu Chonghua picked up the document and looked at it, his eyes narrowed - it was the old archives and custody documents of the Jinkang District Detention Center.

Thirteen years ago, Wu Yu stood in the camera, his black hair was cut short, his skin was very white, he was wearing a gray-blue prison uniform, and he looked at Bu Chonghua calmly.

Most people describe young guys as handsome, handsome, or energetic; but Nian Daxing uses the adjective "good-looking".

This word is not wrong. Whether it is the outline of the facial features or the details of the eyebrows and eyes, Wu Yu is very clear and standard, even a little boyish. Moreover, he may have just left school at that time, and he still looks a little quiet and bookish, with no trace of being tortured by the years. No matter who sees this photo at first glance, it will easily form the initial impression of good-looking.

Therefore, the group of people surnamed Liu did not expect him to be so fierce and stubborn, and it was forgivable.

"—Jie Qianshan." Xu Ju held the reading glasses, slowly read out the name on the file, and said oddly: "'Only Jie Qianshan calls the traveller, who knows that the body is not the soul'—this name is somewhat cultural , but the omen is too bad, who gave such a name?"

Song Ping looked at him helplessly: "Old Xu, why don't you let the police station re-employ after you retire. I think you are good at teaching Chinese."

"Where is it?" Xu Ju was a little smug, then leaned in and turned over a few pages of the file, and asked, "What's his real name?"

Song Ping said, "I don't know."

"do not know?"

Song Pingping looked at Xu Ju and Bu Chonghua, and spread his hands: "I just checked the background of 'Jie Qianshan', and I will find that he has a complete set of files: his native place is in the border areas of Yunnan and Yunnan, and he has a junior high school culture. Theft, drug smuggling, escape from prison and smuggled into Myanmar, and then disappeared completely; no matter which system is used for this case, it is true, even witnesses such as prison experience and Nian Daxing are all available, and no flaws can be found. But if you go to investigate 'Wu Yu'? You will find that Wu Yu is also real: a man who was born in Guangxi and went to school in Sichuan, and was assigned to Jinhai after graduation. After thirteen years, the ordinary policeman who was admitted to the detachment of the sub-bureau with his grades on the back of the crane has complete work history and file procedures. He can even find the records and receipts that he left in the police station in the past, saying that the complainant was not satisfied. , Complain about his bad attitude, Jinghui will be with the mud."

Bureau Xu: "..."

"So the two characters 'Jie Qianshan' and 'Wu Yu' are very meticulously shaped by the archives. You might as well ask him who the real person is."

Bureau Xu pondered for a while, but he was still unwilling: "When the people were transferred over, even you didn't breathe?"

Bureau Xu's doubts were justified, because even if he was sent out to perform a disguised investigation mission, thirteen years would be enough time to complete the mission, leave the post to decipher, and return to normal police work. Even if it has not been completely deciphered due to some historical reasons, I will greet the leaders of the new post and disclose good news, so that what should be taken care of and should be protected can also be put in place, so as not to let the police with meritorious service in the future. What difficulties have you encountered in your work life

But Wu Yu's identity was very well protected, so well protected that even his immediate boss like Bu Chonghua didn't hear anything. This is obviously very inappropriate. If Bu Chonghua is a leader who likes to put on airs and be careful, then according to Wu Yu's quiet and easy to bully character, he may have been punished 180 times.

"I did hear some, but I don't know much more than you." Song Ping paused and said slowly: "From what I have heard, the Public Security Bureau of Yunnan and Yunnan Province applied for him a Credit, and the ministry has been discussing it in earnest - the national second-level hero."

Bureau Xu almost knocked over the teacup.

Second-level model, what is that concept!

The third-class, second-class, and first-class merits of individuals in the public security system are all fixed, and the proportion cannot be higher than 3%, 3/1000, and 3/10,000 of the total number of serving police officers in that year. There are many of them. It’s still posthumous—that is to say, those who have achieved meritorious deeds and still have full arms and legs are truly one in ten thousand, and strength, luck, and professional quality are indispensable. Bu Chonghua himself has a distant cousin, because of his second-class merit in the anti-drug operation, he became the number one acting deputy at the age of 30, and he was also a sub-provincial city. The real power unit, the criminal investigation will give the high profile half!

But such a powerful personal second-class merit cannot be compared with the heroic model: individual merits can be approved in the province, and there is room for negotiation, but the national heroic model must be approved by the Ministry of Public Security in person. Moreover, the first-class and second-class merits are only three selected from tens of millions of people every year, but there are only more than 1,000 second-class heroes in the whole country, and a considerable part of them are posthumously awarded only after people have died!

A second-class hero who can walk alive is no different from a golden phoenix egg, not to mention that Wu Yu is still so young, he has already reserved the qualifications for the national flag party flag to be erected at the memorial ceremony in decades later. How many local public security chiefs' dreams have been accomplished ahead of schedule!

—What kind of glorious feats must this be to claim such an honor

Bu Chonghua suddenly remembered Nian Daxing's words just now: "Usually those people bully him, beat him, and vomit blood from the beating, that kid just gritted his teeth and didn't say a word..."

"I didn't drag him out of the horn until he couldn't move any more. The ground was covered in blood. I thought he was dead!"

"Then, how did the discussion end?" Xu Ju asked tremblingly, "Isn't there any approval?"

"No approval," Song Ping hesitated for a moment, then said, "I don't know exactly why it wasn't approved."

Xu Ju gave up, put his legs down, and stood up from the table: "You can't do this, Lao Song, you must know a little bit of the inside story, and you still refuse to tell me? Oh, don't tell me? I'm fine, and don't even tell your children?"

Bu Chonghua came back to his senses, his palms spread out slightly, and he implicitly said that it had nothing to do with him.

Song Ping had a headache: "Old Xu, what kind of artillery battle do you have with there..."

"When you handed people over to me, you only said that it was over for the elderly, but you didn't tell me that this was a 'special situation'." Xu Ju was also very aggrieved: "If the second-level hero is approved, then Don't say, let me treat people as ancestors; if it is not approved, then he is a hot potato. If you put a hot potato to me, can you still give me a vaccination? It is too unkind. Come on!"

- Although this is not a good word to say, it is also very reasonable. Special feelings are not as good people as they are portrayed in some promotional films. In fact, many special feelings must be both light and shadow. It is common to cross black and white, and it may be a little less determined. never come back. If Wu Yu really made meritorious deeds, but the honor could not be approved, then it is really a ghost who knows what he has done, which has led to the current situation.

Song Ping pondered for a long time, and finally compromised in the eyes of Xu Ju, who was full of accusations: "I didn't intend to hide you, but this kind of thing is unfounded. I also asked people in private when I received him..."

He paused, as if thinking about how to open this mouth, and then said, "This Wu Yu, during the incubation period, there are many problems that cannot be explained clearly."

Can't explain

Not only Xu Ju, but even Bu Chonghua was stunned.

"And after the celebration, one of the heroes who was initially responsible for organizing the whole plan was also the only one who could contact Wu Yu one-way in those years. Before submitting a detailed report to the Ministry of Public Security—"

Song Ping took a deep breath, and after a few seconds, he said slowly:

"He committed suicide by jumping off the building in the hospital."

·

"... your one on line... "

"Who is your upline? Who are the messages sent to?!"

"Don't tell me!" The scolding became clearer and clearer in the noise, and the bloody whip whistled across his cheek: "Beat me to death! Let's see if he talks!"

The basement is filled with the smell of rust that does not go away all year round. It is the black blood that solidifies layer by layer in the cracks of the heavy torture instruments, and rots and emits after a long time. Every time the whip was raised, an arc of blood was thrown, smashing the black and greasy brick wall with the broken flesh.

But strangely, Wu Yu didn't feel pain this time.

His soul seemed to be pulled away from the body, and floated quietly in the void, watching the scenes under his feet mottled with flesh and blood, just like it had been staged thousands of times in a dream, moving forward to the predetermined ending of the tragedy.

"Damn it! This guy is unlucky, the bones are quite hard..."

"If people are dying, what should I do, big brother?"

"What should we do now?"

As if he knew what was going to happen next, Wu Yu's pupils dilated silently.

The voice heard Susuo Suo, and then fell into a brief silence. He saw a syringe full of turbid liquid appear in his line of sight, and was passed up by hands full of sin, until the tip of the needle reflected a light bulb faintly blurred. of light.

"One shot for the sliver, one shot is enough." He heard a gloomy, hoarse voice say, "or pry his mouth open..."

Wu Yu struggled, and his fear finally broke through the cage at that moment. The mountain tsunami drowned all consciousness, and the bone marrow of his whole body was drowned in the cold and dark deep sea—

"Or just let him die completely."

no, do not want!

Throw it away! don't want! —

"…!!"

Wu Yu suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

The sun shines through the window and sprinkles on the snow-white bedding, and the walls of the ward are bright and bright. The infusion bag on the iron frame was dripping into the hose, a bunch of lilies were inserted in the glass bottle on the bedside table, and the dew slid down the petals and dripped on the table with a clatter.

"Awake?" Lin Fang sat in the armchair by the window, stretched with a smile, opened the laptop on his lap, obviously he was still working just now, "—just wake up. The doctor said you didn't It's a big problem, but I still think you should get a good night's sleep."

"..." Wu Yu stared at him for a long time, his voice hoarse and difficult: "Didn't you return to Yundian?"

"The phone is half silent, and I can't get through any further calls. What do you think I can do? I'm also desperate." Lin Fang closed the computer and put it at his feet. Inside the brand's dark brown briefcase, he smiled and said, "I turned around and bought a plane ticket on the spot, and came to Jinhai in the middle of the night. Sure enough, fate made us meet again in the hospital. - That's why I have to give up two tickets today. After a meeting, I still don’t know what it will be like to be scolded by the old man surnamed Feng when I go back.”

Wu Yu's hair was a little longer, and it was messy when he woke up, covering his forehead in a mess. He was facing the window, his face was whiter than usual in the sunlight, and there was even a slight reflection above the brow bone and around the corners of his eyes, which made his pupils dark.

As if he hadn't heard what Lin Fang said just now, he repeated it slowly: "Why are you coming back?"

Lin Fang was standing up and pouring water for him, and when he heard the words, he moved.

After a few seconds, he put down the glass, looked back at Wu Yu, and sighed: "What do you think?"

"It's probably just that your signal is not good or something is in a hurry, but I'm fidgeting with my mobile phone, so I can only rush back to the airport in the middle of the night, fly to the hospital, take a temporary leave, and stay in bed all night—why do I come here, why do you think it is? ?"

The ward was unusually quiet, the voices and footsteps outside the door, the noise on the road outside the window, and even the sound of their breathing opposite each other, suddenly became more obvious.

Wu Yu fell silent, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, with his elbows on both knees, his half-drooping silhouette was reflected in the glass window, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.

People who are born with an advantage in appearance are easily recognized by others from a young age, so they are usually more reserved, confident, and taller in appearance. Lin Fang has seen old photos of Wu Yu's college days. Not to mention how high-spirited he is, standing there is like a young tree. Even the poor pixel conditions more than ten years ago can't stop the rushing towards him. High spirits.

Compared with the now silent and restrained silhouette, that photo is really too different, as if a person has been distorted from the soul.

"...You almost woke up several times last night," Lin Fang suddenly changed the subject casually, as if the impending questioning had never happened.

Wu Yu didn't say a word.

"Every time the nurse comes over and turns off the light, you start to wake up, and I get up and turn the light on again. After repeating this three times, I had to go to the nurse's station to say hello and tell them to stop being overzealous and turn off the light, and then you finally I slept until dawn."

"… "

"Let's have something to eat." Lin Fang took out his mobile phone and asked in a chatty manner, "What would you like to eat? Order Qingfeng buns, vegetarian three fresh or cabbage and mushrooms?"

Wu Yu shook his head.

"Let's have some porridge, there is a Chaoshan porridge shop nearby, and then order a steamed fish?"

"allergy."

Lin Fang has a good temper. He searched for food delivery apps, but he was not sure what his taste was at the moment: "Then why don't the vegetarian restaurant make a few refreshing dishes and make a soup..."

"Lin Fang," Wu Yu interrupted him hoarsely, "Go back."

Lin Fang stopped abruptly and looked at him from behind the phone.

The two of them didn't speak anymore. After a long while, Lin Fang finally took a deep breath, walked over and squatted beside the hospital bed, held down his hand, and asked:

"Are you so disgusted with me?"

"Pay attention to disinfection, don't get wet, get plenty of rest, don't eat spicy and irritating alcohol-containing food, and remember to come and remove the stitches next week no matter how busy you are..."

In the director's office, the doctor was chatting while writing the prescription, Bu Chonghua thanked him, put on his shirt, and asked, "How's the new guy from our detachment?"

Because of its close relationship with the Nancheng Branch, the doctors and the police are quite familiar with the First Hospital of the City. Often, the doctors here have not yet raised their fists, and the criminal police over there have already fallen into the sky. Established a very good cooperative relationship. Bu Chonghua didn't even need to mention Wu Yu's name. The doctor naturally knew who was the new face in the detachment and said with a smile, "That little brother surnamed Wu?"

Bu Chonghua said in his heart that Wu Yu could no longer be called a "little" brother if he looked at his ID card. But the boy's appearance really doesn't show his age. He can say he is in his early thirties, or he is in his twenties. If the doctor doesn't read the medical records carefully, it is indeed easy to be deceived by that face.

"It's alright, it's quite a fight, and the internal organs and tissues are all right. After recovery, you can be discharged from the hospital. However, the suspects sent by your Director Wang are worse, with a ruptured esophagus and a broken rib. , and one who was stabbed in the intestines only stabilized this morning, causing the head nurse to add a night shift. Tsk tsk, but you have greeted all the eighteen generations of your ancestors."

Bu Chonghua was thoughtful and noncommittal. After a while, he suddenly asked: "Then how is the old injury of our team?"

"Old injury? Do you mean the broken parts of the arms and legs?" The doctor was unaware: "It's good, after all, he's recovering well at a young age. Just pay more attention to keeping warm in the future, so as not to suffer when you get old."

"In addition to fractures, there is nothing else in terms of internal organs and blood?"

"No, the heart, lungs and spleen are running well, and there are no more problems except mild anemia - don't worry, everyone in your detachment is our hospital's VIP annual card customers, blood test, urine test and filming are a set of fixed procedures, I really don't worry When I look back, I will arrange for him a brain CT plus a colonoscopy and gastroscope, which will explode with chrysanthemums."

Bu Chonghua: "..."

Bu Chonghua frowned slightly. Just as he was about to ask something more, the doctor smiled and said, "By the way, has the man your bureau cared for last night married?"

"Who?"

"That policeman who came to accompany the bed." The doctor pouted in the direction of the nurse's station: "The new little nurse has fallen in love with her, and the head nurse has assigned us the task of inquiring about the news. It just so happened that you came here today, just in time... "

"We didn't send anyone to accompany the bed."

The doctor was taken aback: "Huh?"

The two looked at each other for half a second, and Bu Chonghua suddenly stood up: "What's that person's name? How old is he? Where is he now?"

The doctor hurriedly stood up: "He... He said his surname was Lin, I don't know if he's gone now, hello—"

The doctor's voice has not yet landed, and he has pushed the door out, striding across the corridor.

There were people coming and going in the inpatient department, and Bu Chonghua rushed through the doors of the wards, which were either half-open or closed, until he turned around at the end. There was a vague human voice, as if Wu Yu said something briefly, and then a very low and magnetic male voice came out, which seemed to be somewhat helpless, but also very tough:

"Are you so disgusted with me, Wu Yu?"

Bu Chonghua stopped the hand that was about to push the door, hesitated for a moment, and quietly looked in through the gap of the door.

Wu Yu was facing him, elbows on his knees, and sat down beside the hospital bed. He was wearing an old vest and big shorts that didn't fit well, and stepped barefoot on the cold floor tiles, looking very sloppy; but his neck, waist, legs and even ankles, and even the ten fingers that fell naturally, were all strong. Thin, graceful and smooth, it is the kind of smoothness that is really polished by professional and experience, and it is completely different from the cardia muscles that are exercised in the gym.

The person who asked the question was a young man in his early thirties. He was wearing a tailored light blue shirt, dark gray trousers and soft-soled shoes. He leaned over in front of Wu Yu, and the distance between the two was almost close to each other. Although he couldn't see his face due to his posture, he could vaguely hear the strong sense of oppression in his tone:

"I thought that after Zhang Boming jumped off the building, the only person you resented was dead. Why do you still resist us to such a degree?"

"I want to help you, Wu Yu, I thought you could feel that."

Wu Yu's indifferent expression did not fluctuate: "I have repeated with you many times, Lin Fang, the death of Zhang's surname has nothing to do with me. After I saw him in the hospital that day, I went directly back to the ward, and then I When I heard the news of him jumping off the building..."

He suddenly paused and turned to the open door:

"—Who's there, come out!"

It is impossible for a normal person to be sensitive to this level, and both Lin Fang and Bu Chonghua's expressions changed at the same time.

Lin Fang suddenly got up, his face was sinking like water, he reached out his hand to reach his waist covertly, and walked towards the door of the ward against the wall.