A week later, Mao County, Jinhai City.
The streets of the county town were cold and windy, and it was dark after five o'clock. Bu Chonghua tightened his coat, glanced left and right, and quickly came to a hidden phone booth on the corner of the street and pressed a few numbers.
"Hey?"
Song Ping's low and urgent voice sounded over the receiver: "Why don't you use the secret line?"
"The phone was tapped by a shark, and people were following everywhere. It was too late to go to the connection point."
"What's the matter..."
Before Song Ping could say "urgent", he was interrupted by Bu Chonghua's extremely tense voice: "Why did you report to Wu Yu?!"
Song Ping froze for a while, and his eyes fell on the internal fax in front of him. Under the six bold letters of the "Emergency Assistance Report" just issued a few hours ago, the high-definition picture of Wu Yu's front and his ID number were particularly dazzling.
"... At present, the public security system has only launched an emergency plan, and established district and county checkpoints and exit checkpoints. Wu Yu's identity information has not been distributed to the society. He should be... It should be safe for the time being."
"It's not an issue of safety!" Bu Chonghua couldn't help but grit his teeth and said angrily, "Wu Yu just didn't make it clear that he had a problem. He's not a criminal, but you will expose him to sharks!"
"I don't want to do that either, but he ran away!" Song Ping roared louder than him: "He is the only one who knows all your hidden plans but is not under the control of the task force, what do you ask me to do? What if he sells you with all the information? What if he has taken refuge in sharks? What if he feels that Xie Xing died wrongly and wants to avenge him?!"
"He won't betray me, but you're pushing him towards the shark!"
Song Ping asked in disbelief: "Do you think your two sentences are contradicting yourself?"
Bu Chonghua breathed in the noisy background of the street, realizing that no matter how much he explained, it was useless.
Sharks can't understand the artist's subtle and complex psychology, let alone the leaders of the task force, and it's just a waste of time to go on.
"—If," Bu Chonghua rubbed his eyes hard and asked in a more serious tone, "If I can catch the shark with my own hands during the operation three days later, and then bring Wu Yu back, can I get a past event written off? The chance to set him free from now on?"
Song Ping hesitated for a moment, then raised his eyes across the desk. On the sofa against the wall, Secretary Weng and two other leaders of the Ministry of Public Security looked at each other. After a while, one of the older leaders stared at Song Ping and nodded very slightly.
Song Ping understood.
"You are making a deal with us, and I can't guarantee you." Song Ping turned to the microphone for a while, then changed the conversation: "But if you can do it, I'm sure that the task force will treat you well. All opinions are going to be very, very skewed."
Although this answer did not completely say the words, it has already given a hint.
Bu Chonghua lowered his head and let out a deep breath of hot air. He didn't say anything more. He raised his head and dropped the words "understood" before hanging up. Song Ping over the receiver hurriedly asked, "Wait! Bring it back? Where are you going to find him?"
Bu Chonghua said, "I have a channel." Then he hung up the phone neatly, swept his surroundings, and hurried out of the phone booth.
Snapped!
Light bulbs covered in greasy dust flicker, and a dim halo illuminates the old-fashioned kitchen.
A small pot of water was boiling on the stove. Wu Yu opened the vermicelli and poured in half a packet. Watching the noodles soften a little, he beat the washed vegetable leaves and raw eggs in and stirred them. A few bangs.
"Anyone? Express!"
Wu Yu didn't turn off the fire, smeared his hand on his jeans, and went outside to open the door. Outside the rental house was a dark and narrow alley. A lean man dressed as a courier was standing there wrapped in the snow on a winter night. He looked him up and down, handed over a cardboard box without a word, and nodded and left.
Wu Yu closed the door, knelt on one knee on the cluttered concrete floor of the entrance, opened the cardboard box, piled plastic foam on the corner of the door, and opened the layers of wrapped newspapers, finally revealing the heavy items inside—
A pistol, a dagger, twenty rounds of ammunition.
The windows in the interior were ajar, and with the north wind came the smell of food and jokes from the neighbors in the alley, and occasionally the theme song of a popular TV drama played.
The rental house was empty and quiet. Wu Yu's calm profile remained motionless. He skillfully disassembled the gun into parts, and after carefully inspecting the low light bulbs, he reassembled the parts into a gun, loaded the magazine, and put it in the back. trousers waist, then got up and walked back to the kitchen.
The noodles and vegetables were completely mushy, and the soup was bubbling. He didn't even put any salt or sugar, he turned off the fire, and while stirring the noodles in the small pot with chopsticks, he walked back to the outside, passing through several bodyguards who appeared at the entrance and by the wall at some unknown time, and pulled out the chair. Sitting on the side of the dining table, I lowered my head and took two mouthfuls of steaming noodles.
A hand was pressed on his shoulder from behind, and the shark smiled in his ear:
"When you bought a gun from the dark web, you should have thought that I would follow, didn't you, painter?"
Wu Yu turned a deaf ear, and didn't even take the sight of a room full of guns and ammunition seriously, and snorted and ate half a bowl of noodles in front of everyone's eyes.
He was far from graceful in eating, and he didn't even chew much before swallowing. The old light bulbs and the curling hot steam seemed to have added a layer of filters to him. His skin was hazy and white, and his facial features were very dark. The shark's thoughtful gaze fell on the noodle soup in his pot. After a while, Wu Yu finally saw Putting down his chopsticks, he wiped his mouth casually, and said calmly:
"I'm in a bad mood today, I suggest you pay attention when you talk."
Shark slowly showed a smile, pulled out a chair opposite the old-fashioned wooden Eight Immortals table, sat down, and said gently: "I heard that the Chinese will burn paper for their relatives on the day they die, as a way to commemorate them. Later Will you go out and burn paper for the police officer?"
Wu Yu made a move.
"When did you find out?" he finally asked after a moment.
"I have dealt with many police officers in various countries, and even on an equal footing with their high-level officials. I know at most what an agent can disguise as, and I am familiar with the different ways of undercover lurking. So after I parted with you a year ago, Your words, deeds, and actions are constantly recollected in my mind, gradually raising my suspicions."
"In order to investigate these suspicions, after Ma Yin's death, I left China and went to her hometown in Myanmar. Finally, I pieced together an incredible guess from the many traces of the local village." Shark smiled and looked at Wu Yu and said, "Thank you. As soon as I saw the report of the assistance sent by the North China police to you, I knew that all my guesses had come true."
Wu Yu lowered his eyes and stared at the small half bowl of noodles in front of him.
Suddenly the back of his hand on the table sank, and the shark leaned over and held his hand:
"But I still don't understand, painter, how could they do this to you?"
"… "
"Come with me, they won't believe you anymore, let me take you to the land of true freedom."
There were so many people standing in the small and low room, but they didn't even hear their breathing. Only the sound of the wind howling in the winter night outside came from the crack of the window.
The bodyguard standing behind Wu Yu raised his gun silently, the muzzle was hanging in the air towards the back of his head, his index finger was secretly pressed on the trigger, but he didn't press it, everyone was holding their breaths and waiting for him to say that answer.
Promise or reject outright
As long as there is one word that does not meet the expected calculation of the shark, blood will be splashed three feet in front of the eyes in the next second, and it is impossible for the legendary god of war to escape!
"...What answer do you want to hear from me?" After an unknown period of time, Wu Yu finally laughed at himself in the eyes of all the people around him, "It's easy to deceive others, but it's hard to deceive yourself. Tell yourself you're going to be a policeman."
He didn't notice the black muzzle half a foot behind his head at all, he pulled out his hand from the palm of the shark, picked up the chopsticks again, and said wearily, "Until now, I still want to be a policeman."
The air seemed to be frozen, and the gun-wielding bodyguard couldn't believe his ears, and after a while, he finally lowered the muzzle completely.
In contrast, the shark was trembling slightly. Although he couldn't see it through the windbreaker, he could feel a stronger wave of excitement rushing down every nerve ending to his brain—the artist didn't say anything to him. , and not even play hard!
He is really wanted to the point of nowhere, this is not a bureau set up by him and the police inside and outside!
"Do you really want to go back to being a policeman, or do you think you want to be a policeman?" Shark's pupils had turned gray-blue from excitement, but his voice was well controlled, and he even laughed: "You know what, painter , why was I willing to exchange 80 kilograms of No. 5 heroin for you, and I didn't suspect that you were a police spy until the last moment? I have seen so many police officers in disguise and sly agents, why is it only you who don't have any suspicious smell on you? , only you are different from those countless failed undercover agents?"
"you-"
Wu Yu's face was forced to lift, and the shark got up from the other side of the wooden table and grabbed his chin, and smiled condescendingly: "Because you don't have that kind of thing in your heart, your smell is the same as mine, from the first time I saw it When I was with you, I knew you couldn't be a cop!"
"Stop!" "Put it down!"
The bodyguard turned pale in shock, only to see Wu Yu's blade resting on the wrist of the shark holding his chin. Every word was forced out of his teeth: "Shut up for me!"
Shark didn't care at all, let go with a contemptuous smile, snatched the phone from the bodyguard's arms, and dialed 110: "Don't you want to be a policeman? Okay, give you a chance."
Wu Yu's pupils were silently pressed, and he saw Shark raised his hand and threw the mobile phone connected to 110 to him: "—Tell the police that I am here, maybe they will ask you to return to the police force for the sake of your tip. , do you want to try?"
"Hello, Jinhai City 110 Alarm Service Desk... How are you?"
The room was dead silent, only the heavy breathing around him came and went, and Wu Yu's five fingers clutching the phone changed color and trembled because of the force.
"Hello? How can I help you? This is the Jinhai City 110 Alarm Service Desk?"
"… "
Wu Yu couldn't breathe, his chest heaved sharply, and he suddenly smashed his phone against the wall in a short while!
With a bang, the phone was smashed into several pieces, and the walls, rubble, and broken screen were splashed all over the floor. Wu Yu covered his face hard, his slender fingers kept twitching, his bones and joints were all discolored, and an uncontrollable hoarse gasp came from the palm of his hand.
"You don't want to put on that dress, painter." I don't know when the shark got up and came behind him, pressed his hands tightly on his shaking shoulders, and said softly in his ear: "I feel the sacrifice of the police officer. It is very sad and regretful that I would like to build a magnificent cemetery for him, or erect a statue, but you cannot use him to…”
Wu Yu said hoarsely, "Shut up."
"—you can't use him to deceive yourself. Because you don't have those things in your heart at all, and you're not the same as them, you and I are..."
"I told you to shut up!" Wu Yu suddenly raised his head and shouted.
Shark raised his hands politely, stood up and distanced himself.
- You are not the same as them, you and I are.
Wu Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and the tip of his tall and straight nose was slightly red. His knife-cut lips were stained with a little blood because of the emotional agitation, and he was slightly open while breathing.
Everyone was watching him closely, watching him take a deep breath after a brief collapse, and suddenly his lips pursed tightly. This cold and tough action seemed to mean that he quickly restrained his emotions, and then shook his head.
"I don't want to lie to you, Mr. Phillip, I can't be like you."
The shark's expression seemed to soften a little when he heard the name, but the next words made his face less good.
"Even if you take me away, I can't be your loyal subordinate from the bottom of my heart, so whatever I say next is useless. Today is the anniversary of Xie Xing's death. I have always wanted to go to that world to meet him again. Tonight is your only chance if you want to kill me. You decide."
Wu Yu stood up, packed up the dishes and hurriedly took a few bites of dinner, ignoring the whole room full of gun muzzles, and walked through the kitchen so plainly and even dumbly. bowl sound.
Several bodyguards did not dare to say a word, there was a strange breath in the air, and no one dared to look at the extremely ugly face of the shark.
The subordinate with the gun just now asked softly tentatively, "Boss..."
Do you want to force this man away
Or, to kill or not to kill
Rows of bungalows, alleys.
The motorcycle was turned off in the dark, and the rider in the black jacket took off his helmet, silently sticking it to the corner of the wall, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance.
At the end of the rough stone road, the jeep he had followed all the way parked in front of the main entrance of the courtyard. , The two did not talk to each other, but there was a hidden ferocity in their actions.
That's under the shark.
The rider took a half step back and glanced around. The route, terrain, and obstacles in the darkness were all printed into his brain. Then he ran two steps, jumped up, and volleyed over the wall more than two meters high with one hand and disappeared into the back door of the courtyard.
wow—
Wu Yu washed the chopsticks clean, put them on the white-tiled countertop, rinsed the small pot for cooking noodles, suddenly stopped abruptly, and glanced sideways from the corner of his eyes.
The kitchen window frame was covered with oil smoke for years, and the water vapor shrouded white mist on the glass, which faintly reflected the street lamps in the distance. Suddenly, a dim yellow light and shadow flashed, and it seemed that something was clinging to the outer window sill and swayed past.
Wu Yu seemed to be held back by some kind of force swept across his face, and after a long time he stretched out his hand from the water and wiped the white mist on the glass window—
A familiar palm tapped the window almost inaudibly from the outside, and was immediately separated from him by the glass, palms against each other.
"… "
Wu Yu's other hand was slightly unstable, and he wiped it twice on the glass. Passing through the hazy fog of the winter night and the distant street lamps, the extremely familiar figure was standing in the wind and snow, with a handsome face facing him across the window.
It is Bu Chonghua.
The faucet is still rattling, and the drug dealers who kill without blinking are still guarding the outside. Across the thin wall of the kitchen, no one could see their palms pressing against each other. Wu Yu was pale, tired and dazed, but Bu Chonghua's eyes were hot and greedy, depicting every inch of him over and over again through the glass window. The outline of the eyebrows and eyes, after a long time, finally opened the mouth and made a four-word silent mouth:
"Don't, follow, him, go."