Dong Dong, the open door was knocked twice before being pushed open by Bu Chonghua.
Lin Fang froze in his footsteps.
Wu Yu frowned: "Is that you?"
"Come here to change the dressing, and take a look." Bu Chonghua nodded, Quan Dang simply greeted him, and turned to Lin Fang calmly: "Is this your friend?"
Before Wu Yu could speak, Lin Fang quickly returned to his normal state. He didn't know when he reached out to his waist with a smile, and the two of them shook hands briefly and forcefully: "You're the Bu detachment, I've been looking forward to it for a long time. My surname is Lin, I work in the Public Security Bureau of Yunnan and Yunnan Province, and I used to practice in the same place as Wu Yu. This time I happened to pass through Jinhai on a business trip, so I came here to see."
These words are open, honest and coherent, and their voice is very soft, which makes it easy for people to feel good.
"That's a coincidence." Bu Chonghua was also polite: "Officer Lin, right? It turned out to be an expert from the provincial department, disrespectful."
"I don't dare, I'm just a clerk who eats for a while, how dare I call myself an expert in front of the Bu detachment."
"You are..."
"Ah," Lin Fang said with a smile, "I work in information technology in the office, and I can't compare with your criminal investigators. I'm ashamed."
— Internet police
The concept of network police is actually quite large, and the division of labor is very complicated. Network security, crime investigation, network monitoring, etc. are all collectively referred to as network police. In terms of physique and temperament, it is not very similar to the Internet police that Bu Chonghua usually works with.
But Bu Chonghua didn't ask in detail, the two chatted for a while knowingly, Lin Fang picked up the briefcase and said with a smile: "Since the Bu detachment is here, I must have work to explain, I still have a few things to do. Why don't you say goodbye first."
Wu Yu sat silently, neither holding back, nor did he mean to get up and send him off. However, Lin Fang greeted him with a good attitude before leaving. The door clicked shut, and there were only the two of them left in the ward. Bu Chonghua turned around and saw Wu Yu was raising his head and staring straight at him.
The two stood and sat one at a time, only a few steps apart, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. For a long time, Wu Yu's eyes fell on the blood-stained gauze exposed on the collar of Bu Chonghua's shirt, and he raised his chin untouched: "You have already explained it, right?"
- His name is not Nian Daxing, but Nian Gui who was in prison.
This question was so straightforward that it could be called acerbic. It was obviously different from the dullness who usually pretended to cover up in the Public Security Bureau. At that moment, Bu Chonghua seemed to hear the shadow of the young man who was like a trapped beast and covered with thorns thirteen years ago. .
"No matter what Nian Daxing said, the matter has passed, and in the future..."
Obviously, Wu Yu has heard this kind of stable cliché repeated many times by leaders at all levels, and he is too lazy to listen to it any more: "No, I didn't pass, otherwise why did Lin Fang rush back to Jinhai in the middle of the night?"
Bu Chonghua thought for two seconds before saying, "I thought you two had a good relationship?"
"He just wanted to investigate me. Didn't you hear it just outside the door?"
"… "
The mask-like docility on Wu Yu's face finally faded away, and his brows became a little sharp: "Zhang Boming committed suicide by jumping off a building. They suspected that it was me. Lin Fang never gave up on the investigation. He likes to give people the illusion of that aspect. , it's just a means, for everyone."
Bu Chonghua didn't know what to say for a while, Wu Yu didn't want to talk to him anymore, got up and took off his regular clothes from the hanger, took off the ill-fitting hospital clothes, turned his back to Bu Chonghua and pulled up the trousers chain, then picked it up. The clean T-shirts the nurses brought on are all wrapped up.
He stood in front of the window, and when he got up, the sun disappeared from the protruding butterfly bone, reflecting the jagged back muscles and countless old and small scars.
A top student at Bu Chonghua Zhengzheng College. After graduation, he worked in criminal investigation all the way. I don't know how many victims, men, women and children on the autopsy table, let alone the same sex, even the body of the opposite sex is a bit numb, and it's a bit free for you to make waves. My unwavering professionalism. But at this moment, probably influenced by Nian Daxing's confession, the first reaction in his mind was to avoid suspicion, and he subconsciously looked away, "Oh?" Who is it? Nian Daxing never explained it."
Wu Yu paused and turned his head. The slender line from his chin to his neck stood out. There was a sharp and abrupt contrast to usual, but his voice was smiling:
"He was my boss, commander, and one-way liaison when I was undercover. The college sent him a leadership post, but he never 'goes to the ground'."
"Speaking of which, you are a bit like the team."
Bu Chonghua wanted to test it, but this sentence made him stunned.
"Zhang Boming was born in an elite, iron-blooded, loyal, and unsympathetic. He regards principles and justice as his first pursuit, and can't tolerate any stains on himself. Ten years ago, in an emergency, a North American drug manufacturer sneaked into China to follow up with him. People connected, I passed the news to him, but I was at risk of exposure. I asked him for help, but he chose to arrest people first."
- Expose.
It's just two simple words to say, but in the actual undercover, it is directly equivalent to death - no, it is more terrifying than death. Death is nothing but relief in the blink of an eye.
"Then what?" Bu Chonghua couldn't help but feel heavy.
Wu Yu's tone was lackluster: "He ordered the arrest, and I immediately fell into a situation of isolation and helplessness. At that time, the situation was extremely dangerous. However, I didn't expect it to be very... Fortunately, I didn't reveal my identity in the end. "
I don't know if it was an illusion or not, but Bu Chonghua seemed to have come up with a ridicule that was harder to hide than just before.
"They suspect you hate him?"
"Maybe, but I'm not really familiar with him. After all, undercover agents can only contact him one-way, and sometimes there are only a handful of opportunities to contact him throughout the year... I didn't go to see him until I came back from the mission last year."
Wu Yu raised his head and took a breath, and Bu Chonghua asked keenly, "Do you want to ask him for an explanation?"
Commanders may make decisions for many reasons: adherence to principles, loyalty to justice, synthesis of reality, and consideration of the bigger picture. It is honorable to sacrifice one's life for the task, and it is praiseworthy to dedicate oneself to the collective. At that time, anyone who sat in Zhang Boming's position might not have too many other thoughts.
But what Zhang Boming definitely didn't expect was that after sticking to the principles and taking care of the overall situation, Wu Yu did not sacrifice.
Not only did he not sacrifice, but he continued to perform tasks for many years, and finally came back alive.
Then Wu Yu, who came back, will definitely want to say: When you ordered to give up your comrades ten years ago, did you ever hesitate? In the past ten years, when the night was quiet, have you ever felt the slightest regret? Now that you and I accept the award side by side, will you feel even the slightest tinge of guilt and blush
"... Saying," Wu Yu muttered.
He stared straight at the dust floating in the air, his pupils like the bottomless abyss under the glacier.
"Don't say... please, don't say, don't say..."
A cry of pleading floated from the void, and he saw Zhang Boming's painful face again—the man was kneeling on the floor of the ward, every inch of his skin and every finger seemed to be being roasted by the fire of hell, spasmed alive. Distorted shape.
"...Did you think I'd come to ask for an explanation? No, I just wanted to tell you why I'm standing here..."
Very good, he thought.
He saw that every word of his own was like a red-hot blade piercing his internal organs, and then he plucked out pieces of scorched blood and cooked meat from Zhang Boming's body. The pleasure of revenge had never filled his chest like that moment, making him Flying lightly.
- Of course he can float.
He has been slashed by the sharp blade for ten years, and the flesh is dried out and the blood is drained.
"I just want to tell you why I'm standing here..."
"...I just want to tell you why I'm so lucky."
The sound of the wind swept across the world like a rising tide, passing through the bright glass windows of the ward, and the tide was mixed with a hoarse cry of despair.
But Wu Yu was a little dazed, he couldn't tell for a while that the cry came from Zhang Boming or himself.
"Yes," he said softly, "I'll have to find him... for an explanation."
"Zhang Boming didn't expect that you are still brooding about the past ten years ago, and you can't give any explanation at all, so you simply chose to cut yourself off?" Bu Chonghua couldn't see the slightest clue from Wu Yu's calm to a bit dull surface, but I always feel that this logic is very wrong: "However, the superior thinks that the reason why Zhang Boming chose to commit suicide has something to do with the unclear problems during your undercover period?"
"I don't know if his suicide has anything to do with me." Wu Yu said hoarsely, "At that time he was very regretful, but not to the point of seeking death, so Lin Fang told me that night that he jumped off the roof of the hospital. At that time, I couldn't believe it for a while... His second-level model certificate had already been approved."
Bu Chonghua has been in the police for more than ten years, and he has participated in the highest-rated operation, which is collective first-class merit. This is already a very powerful qualification. Many provincial and ministerial leaders may not have such achievements at his age. However, the undercover operation of the year could be reported to two heroic models at one time, and its scale, intensity and significance are naturally self-evident.
So no matter what the reason for Zhang Boming's jump, he was freed himself, but it caused Wu Yu miserable, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the second half of his hard-earned life was destroyed.
"At first, I really couldn't think of why he died... But then I felt a little clear." Wu Yu's black and white eyes glanced, and he fluttered lightly on the medical bandage on Bu Chonghua's shoulder, and immediately looked away: "He may really be Such a proud person."
"He's that arrogant man"
Bu Chonghua's reaction was terrifyingly fast, and he understood why Wu Yu said that he was similar to Zhang Boming, why he didn't thank him at all for blocking the sword, and he didn't even bother to ask how his injury was—
"You know, the team, you are actually very similar to Team Zhang", "Zhang Boming is from an elite background like you", "He is such a proud person", "I can't tolerate any stains on myself"...
Zhang Boming doesn't necessarily think that it is against morality to sacrifice an undercover agent in order to catch a drug lord. He is loyal, iron-blooded, and regards his mission as the only one. Willingly and reluctantly, he even hated this incompetent boss, because he could only let his subordinates die in a dilemma, and his subordinates never wanted to die!
It's not that he can't face Wu Yu's life, but he can't face his "stained" self!
"—So you lay in the hospital thinking about it all night and came to a conclusion that I was just Zhang Boming who made another choice temporarily?" Bu Chonghua suddenly asked unexpectedly: "I think I am out of Why does arrogance not allow himself to stand by and watch, and force himself to save him out of a heroic complex?"
Wu Yu didn't expect him to be so sharp, he subconsciously said "Oh?", and then returned to his usual docile and surprised expression: "What did you say—"
"Do you think I can still take the opportunity to make a meritorious performance?" Bu Chonghua suddenly walked around the hospital bed and stepped forward. Wu Yu subconsciously took a half step back, and his back reached the window sill, but then Bu Chonghua stepped forward. He poked a finger in his shoulder, and at such a close distance, he was condescending: "I tell you, if I am another Zhang Boming who only talks about principles, you kicked Nian Daxing at the camera back in the Public Security Bureau. It's time for me to deal with you when it hits the wall!"
Wu Yu leaned back with one hand on the window sill: "You..."
"It's you! The mobile phone illegally installed an anti-tracking program, and one person chased Nian Daxing to a place where there was no surveillance. What were you planning to do at that time, dare you tell me?!"
"… "
"—If I'm really unsympathetic," Bu Chonghua leaned down lightly and sternly, the two of them were only a stone's throw away: "The dagger with your fingerprints on the scene last night should not be locked in my office now, but It has been handed over to the Municipal Supervision Committee, how can you still stand here and analyze my psychological motives?!"
The air was terribly tense, and they could only hear each other's breathing suppressed and ups and downs, and Wu Yu's fingers on the windowsill were so hard that they turned white.
After a long time, he finally softened imperceptibly, and said hoarsely: "...Thank you, Team Zhang, I didn't mean to compare you with Team Zhang."
Bu Chonghua stared at his dark eyes, and after a long time he finally got up like a kindness, and the pressure like a needle was relieved, but his sternness was not reduced by half: "You better remember. Next time if you dare If you don't say hello to me, and go out alone to carry things, I won't be so good at talking."
Perhaps because of the backlight, Wu Yu's pupils were particularly deep, his cheeks were bluish and white, and his expression looked a little strange. He stared straight into Bu Chonghua's eyes without saying a word, as if he wanted to dig something out of his mind through those eyeballs, but he couldn't find the direction.
Obviously it was a deadlock situation, but Bu Chonghua felt his mental activity in an instant - he was thinking: "This surnamed Bu is not from the same world as me. How kindhearted is he? Or is it pure Do you want to control?"
"I'm still a little cautious. This kind of 'leader' with a background and a promising background has neither experienced anything, but has a high self-esteem. It is uncertain how many interests are involved."
"...I see." Wu Yu finally said slowly, "I must report to the organization next time."
Bu Chonghua let out an inaudible sneer from his nose. Just at this moment, the old-fashioned Nokia charging on the windowsill rang, and a text message came - it was Lin Fang.
Bu Chonghua stepped back symbolically, Wu Yu hesitated for a while, then picked up the phone and opened it. He originally planned to glance at it, but suddenly stopped: "What?"
The text message was a few short sentences from Lin Fang: [I found it this morning, I wanted to show it to you, but I didn't have time just now]. There is an attachment in jpg format below the text message. Clicking on it is a very clear picture taken by a foreign museum. A hideous skull is placed in a showcase covered with yellow silk.
Wu Yu didn't care about the dispute just now, and immediately handed the phone to Bu Chonghua: "Is this the skeleton head restored by the City Bureau in the 502 case?"
When Bu Chonghua saw it, his heart suddenly stunned, it was indeed!
Due to its age, this skull has completely turned black, and although the engravings are vague, delicate patterns and symbols can still be vaguely seen. Its eye sockets, nasal cavity and teeth are all worn to varying degrees, cut off from the brow bone, and the inside of the skull is cushioned with black cloth or iron; the left and right sides of the forehead and temple are connected with three curved Rectangular bone fragments with extremely delicate patterns engraved on them, but only the forehead can be seen clearly due to the shooting angle.
The skull that was cut off, like a melon cap, is covered above the three bone pieces, and the edge of the "hat brim" is a carving of a circle of small skulls linked together. Countless patterns are densely engraved on the "hat", and even if you look closely, you can only barely make out that the two skeletons on the cover of the heavenly spirit are entangled with each other, holding magical instruments in a dance.
—This skull is eight or nine points similar to the murderer He Xingxing witnessed, especially the structure that is separated from top to bottom, it is exactly the same!
"You leaked the restoration map to Lin Fang?"
Wu Yu immediately denied: "No."
Bu Chonghua glanced at him, but did not pursue the details, but a vague idea passed through his mind: that Lin Fang's speed in mobilizing resources to capture information is really not comparable to that of ordinary "section staff", and the level of attention to Wu Yu is also It seems to be much higher than Wu Yu himself described.
"What is this skeleton for?"
Bu Chonghua exhaled: "Master of the corpse forest."
"Ah?" Wu Yu said blankly.
"Have you seen this?" Bu Chonghua pointed at the two pairs of skeletons who were standing and dancing in each other's arms: "'The forest is secluded and cold, because it is called the Cold Forest; on the side of Wangshe City, the dead are often sent to them, always referring to the one who abandoned the corpse. The place is the cemetery forest'—this is a narrative in the "Zhongjing Yinyi" in the Tang Dynasty, the corpse forest master is almost the god who protects the cemetery, symbolizing that people have life, old age, sickness and death, and there is no eternal truth in the world."
They all leaned in front of the mobile phone screen, and they were very close together. Wu Yu turned his head, his lips almost touched Bu Chonghua's side face, and his conditioned reflex leaned back: "Tang Dynasty? What did He Xingxing see? Artifacts?"
"If the cultural relics are authentic, they will be destroyed when they are launched into the water, so it is hard to say what He Xingxing saw. But this exhibit is not an ordinary thing. As a sculpture, the main body of the corpse forest usually only appears on objects related to a religion— "
Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Yu, and spit out two words:
"Hidden secrets."
·
"You two sit down for a while, there is water here." The receptionist of the Folklore Research Institute led Bu Chonghua to the door suspiciously, took two small glasses of cold water with a disposable paper cup, and explained: "Several experts are retired and rehired. I don't work too much, I have to go see who is still there today."
The Folklore Research Institute is attached to the university. Usually, there are few horses and horses in front of the door. Even the mice don’t come to eat the pile of old papers. Therefore, the receptionist was obviously curious about why the police from the city bureau came to visit, and turned around and walked away three steps at a time. .
Bu Chonghua didn't drink water, and was concentratingly and quickly contacting his subordinate investigators with the domestic machine uniformly distributed by the bureau. Suddenly, out of the corner of the light, he caught a glimpse of Wu Yu turning around a few times as if he couldn't sit still, and he couldn't help but raise his head and ask: " What are you doing?"
Wu Yu stood in front of the wall-filled bookcase in the reception room, his eyes wandering among the books, but he didn't hear what he was saying at all.
"Wu Yu!" Bu Chonghua raised his voice.
The boy surnamed Wu just recovered his composure, touched his nose and said, "There are so many books."
I don't know if it was Bu Chonghua's over-heartedness, but he could hear a hint of complex envy in his tone.
"A lot of books," Wu Yu repeated in a low voice after a while.
Bu Chonghua's heart moved when the receptionist came back like a gust of wind, and the sound of footsteps broke the temporary strange atmosphere in the room, and his attitude was much more enthusiastic than before: "It's a coincidence, our old Chen is at the place today, you two. this way please?"
Chen Yuanliang is a well-known national expert in cultural and folk customs. He has even appeared on CCTV. Because he is old, he does not usually work at work, and only holds a title to grow flowers and plants at home. The old pedant has a stubborn temper. He usually closes his house and rarely sees visitors. It happened that he had nothing to do today to inspect the old paper pile in the office. He was carrying two thread books and was about to go home for dinner. Unfortunately, he was blocked by the police from the city bureau. in the office.
"The case of Silihe? I read the news report." Hearing that there was a lawsuit involving human life, the old savant's face turned somber, he couldn't help sitting up solemnly, took Wu Yu's mobile phone and carefully identified it for a while, before using his wrinkled hands Knocked on the screen, pointed to the corpse forest master on the Tianling cover and said, "It's not all Tibetan secrets, to be precise, it's Bon religion."
"Bon religion?"
The Qingshui Yamen's office is a bit like the middle school teacher's office in the 1990s. Mr. Chen sat behind his desk and held up his reading glasses. His sharp eyes shot straight from behind the glasses, as if he was blaming the young people for why they read so little: "You guys now People who are so good are like people who say what they say, and always talk about Tibetan Buddhism - in doing learning, you must go back to the source, and you must have a meticulous research spirit, otherwise how can you do it?"
Bu Chonghua, who always trained people, was actually trained, and Wu Yu's ears suddenly moved.
Bu Chonghua obviously felt the small eyes from the side, but on the surface he was still very calm, so he pretended not to see: "Old Chen said yes, but I was just thinking that Bon sect does not only exist in Tibet. , and has it disappeared a long time ago?"
"This is a misunderstanding of the world. In fact, as long as any religion has become popular, it will not completely disappear, but will only be gradually integrated and evolved with historical changes, and new teachings will be born, thus leaving a unique and unique in cultural history. Traces." Chen Lao sat upright, as if he was teaching students on the podium, and seriously said: "The original Bon religion can be traced back to the Stone Age, and it is inextricably linked with Shamanism. Animal sacrifices, blood sacrifices and even live sacrifices are very important. It is common. When Xinrao Miwo Buddha preached from Xiangxiong to Tubo, he reformed many ignorant and bloody customs in the original Bon religion, and thus founded the Yongzhong Bon religion, which is divided into the early "Chabon" and the later "Chabon". Benzene'."
Wu Yu was taken aback and listened with Bu Chonghua.
"Early 'Chapun' reached its peak in the Drigung Zamp period, and even threatened the kingship. In order to suppress this situation, Songtsen Gampo introduced Buddhism from the Tang Dynasty, Nepal and other places. The princess married Princess Wencheng of the Tang Dynasty, and since then, 'Chaben' has turned from prosperity to decline. Princess Wencheng, you always know, right?"
Seeing the two young people nodded, Chen Laocai was a little satisfied: "Songtsen Gampo asked to marry Princess Wencheng, and introduced Buddhism into Tibet from Nepal and the Tang Dynasty. The boundary line. Since then, Buddhism and Bon religion have conflicted with each other, and the struggle is fierce, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner for a while. It was not until the Trisong Dezan period more than a hundred years later that Buddhism finally won the long religious struggle and was designated as the state religion. The religion was suppressed by the exile of the Tibetan king, forced to go underground, and its teachings were on the verge of extinction.”
"Since then, Tibetan Buddhism has flourished, and Bon religion has declined. This situation continued for nearly a hundred years, and history repeated a cycle of reincarnation. In the ninth century AD, Langdama destroyed the Buddha, a large number of monks were killed, and books were burned. Tibetan Buddhism Entering the dark period of a hundred years, the Bon religion has re-emerged with the support of Langdama, and many Bon scriptures have been compiled, and even spread to Gannan, Yunnan, India, Nepal and other places.”
Yundian.
Bu Chonghua's eyebrows jumped slightly.
—The night when the body of the victim of the 502 case was found, they were in the corridor outside the emergency room of the hospital. Liao Gang sent the picture of the murderer drawn by the experts of the Municipal Bureau to his mobile phone. Wu Yu only glanced at it and asked in astonishment: " Isn't this a great dancer?"
"I used to see the great ghost dancer in the countryside before, don't you have it here?"
The corner of Bu Chonghua's eyes glanced to his side, only to see Wu Yu listening carefully, his eyelashes swept an arc on the tip of his eyes.
There was a vague guess in his mind, but the thought was too vague, and then he just heard Chen Lao tap the phone screen again:
"By the time Bon religion rose again in the later period, it had been fighting against Buddhism for hundreds of years. This time, its teachings and rituals inevitably absorbed and merged with Tibetan Buddhism, the myth of genitalia and the use of human bones to make instruments. Customs have also been integrated with Tantra - of course, the religious behavior of the serf society is inevitably marked with blood and cruelty. Compared with the Bon religion, which was brought into civilized management by the state after the reform and opening up, they are basically two different things. It's the same day."
Bu Chonghua came back to his senses and asked, "What period does this helmet belong to?"
Chen Lao said: "This is not certain. There are many bad habits in the serf society. Lamas believe that human bones, human brains, and male and female genitals are powerful instruments. The male genitals are called 'Dharma' and the female genitals are called 'Lotus'. Menstrual blood is called 'blood bodhi', and even human intestines, human skin, and human flesh are the top grades for sacrifice. Among these utensils, the human skulls of eminent monks and lamas are especially precious, often decorated with silver carvings, leather Rope and turquoise are used as incense burners or offerings, etc. In thangkas, it is often seen that the gods hold a Gabala bowl full of things in one hand. The bowl is a human skull, and the contents are human brains; Or the sword is placed on the edge of the bowl, representing the image of the combination of 'method' and 'wisdom'."
"As for this helmet..." Chen Lao shook his head regretfully: "We can only guess that in ancient times, the magic weapon worn by the Great Lama in major ceremonies is extremely rare in modern society. As for what it specifically has What decoration, efficacy and meaning, I really can't tell you, please forgive me."
Old Chen handed back the phone, and Wu Yu got up and took it with both hands.
"Do you think you can find out more about the meaning of this helmet?" Bu Chonghua asked in a deep voice, "To be honest, the police's investigation of the 502 case has reached a bottleneck, and the skull helmet is currently the most valuable. Clues, if we can thoroughly understand its meaning, it should be of great help to our investigation work."
"This..." Chen Lao hesitated for a moment and asked, "I read on the news that the murderer in Silihe was a little girl?"
Bu Chonghua's mind is very sharp: "Is there any reason for this?"
Chen Lao hesitated to speak, his expression was a little struggling, after a long while, the old scholar hesitated: "Actually, I shouldn't promote these crazy things, after all, there is a lot of controversy on the Internet now, and there is no such thing as academia. Conclusive documentation to prove that this is the case. If people know that this is what I said, I am afraid... "
Bu Chonghua stared at him closely.
Chen Lao couldn't hide under his stressful gaze, and after a long while he finally exhaled.
"In the primitive worship of the serf society, the virgin symbolized purity and detachment from the world. Her human skin, uterus, and leg bones were all materials for making instruments."
"So it's easier for girls to become... the first choice for... living sacrifices."
Both Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu were stunned.
The room was silent, and the cold and treacherous fear slipped past his ears from the void like a snake.