"Did I sell my drugs to the Chinese? Do you have any evidence to prove that I sold the drugs to the Chinese? I sold it to the ghosts! I am, I am patriotic!!… "
Wan Changwen was handcuffed to the hospital bed, his hair turned white in just a few days, two blood-red and turbid eyes stared at his blue-grey face, and layers of wrinkles drooped down from the corners of his mouth. A layer of gloomy air - that's dead air.
It was the hideous gray shadow reflected by the death god hooking the sickle on the neck of the dying man.
Bu Chonghua pushed open the door and entered, nodding to the leaders of the task force in the corner. Song Ping was standing by the window with his hands behind his back, and when he saw him coming, his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled in disapproval.
"The Opium War, the Opium War, do you know? Why can the ghosts sell drugs to us Chinese, but I can't sell the drugs to the ghosts? You police still arrest me, why do you arrest me! Why do you—"
Wan Changwen's eyes, which had been soaked in drugs for many years, suddenly saw Bu Chonghua, and his venting nonsense suddenly stopped.
The room was so quiet as if someone had pressed the mute button, Wan Changwen stared straight at Bu Chonghua, and everyone looked over.
Bu Chonghua remained calm, standing in front of the hospital bed with his hands behind his back, his amber eyes cold and ruthless.
"...It's you, it's you." After an unknown period of time, Wan Changwen sneered, "Hey, hey, hey", full of confusion and nervousness: "You are that brat, the one 20 years ago. The little brat who slipped through the net... life, this is life. If I knew earlier, I shouldn't have let you go, I really shouldn't have let you go."
The last few words are already gnashing of teeth, but they are Wan Changwen's most sober and logical words since last night. Before that, he was either roaring or babbling nonsense. Not a word.
Several supervisory leaders were refreshed at the same time, and the interrogator made a covert gesture to Bu Chonghua.
"Yeah," Bu Chonghua looked down at the drug dealer, with a hint of sarcasm hidden behind his flat voice: "How does it feel to be caught by the policeman's son, Boss Wan?"
Wan Changwen was like being stung by a poisonous needle, and at that moment his brain, which had been transformed by meth, was full of blood, and his facial features were twisted with hatred: "Do you know how I planned to kill your parents, little brat ?"
Bu Chonghua stared at him blankly.
Song Ping by the window changed his face.
"I originally wanted to hang the two dead slivers, slowly bleed them, and slowly roast them on the fire until they dripped with oil and became dry, and the accumulated people's oil can still be frozen. Make candles... Or if I knew you were there at the time, I would have someone grab you first, cut open your stomach in front of your mother and father, pick out your heart, liver, lungs and intestines, and cook it slowly in a large pot cooked…”
Song Ping's hands trembled by his side, and he stepped forward abruptly, and was firmly held up by the two commissioners of the Ministry of Public Security on the left and right at the same time.
"Feed your meat piece by piece to your mother and father, smash it into their throats with an iron rod, and make them cry at your bones." Wan Changwen's face was morbidly flushed, every word was Drenched in venom: "That's the way a dead guy should die, don't you think? I heard that you watched the whole process of your parents being tortured to death, and you think they died too easily, don't you?"
bang!
Song Ping's eyes were flushed, his teeth were clenched, and he slammed into the window frame while struggling. Secretary Weng pointed at Wan Changwen and slapped the table: "Enough! You—"
The interrogation expert Huo Ran stood up to block the furious Secretary Weng, and winked desperately.
"So what?" In the turmoil, Bu Chonghua stared down at Wan Changwen, and said lightly, "They are dead, but they have me."
Wan Changwen opened his mouth sharply, but it was as if a hot egg had been stuffed in his throat.
"When they died, I fell into the basin and mourned, their tombs were cleaned by me every year, and their incense was inherited by me - my family is not extinct. You see, it was I who avenged them and caught you Is it? How important it is to have the root of incense, isn't it, Boss Wan?"
Wan Changwen's open mouth kept trembling, but Bu Chonghua smiled sarcastically in his stare: "And your old Wan family, your family is extinct, the incense is cut off, your ashes can only be sprinkled No one even sweeps the sewers. How can you face the ancestors underground? Those drug dealers in Myanmar have been pointing at the backbone of your old family all these years and laughing at your family's extinction? Wait until you die Shouldn't they joke more happily?"
"you you you-"
Wan Changwen was stabbed in the most painful spot, his chest bulging terribly like a sharp flatulence, but the interrogation experts stared at him from all angles, not letting go of every slightest change in expression on his face, including roaring. Shi twisted the decree pattern: "Shut up! What do you know! What do you know!!"
"People say that only in the last life without virtue will we cut off the incense in this life, and the extinct family who has cut the incense will be reborn as a beast in the next life. It seems that it is you Boss Wan." How can those competitors in the Golden Triangle laugh at you, being caught by a dead man and feeding a gun is not counted, there is no son, no grandson, you look at the seeds that everyone else has brought to the family..."
"Shut up! Shut up!!" Wan Changwen rattled the metal handcuffs, and hatred overwhelmed everything, so that he could no longer hide the most desperate and true side of his heart: "No one has my surname Wan, you guys. Are you very proud? Very proud?! Don't be too damn happy too soon!"
"I'm going to drag you all to die together! My Lao Wan family is gone, so don't dream of getting a reward for solving the case! Let's die together!!—"
The shrill roar echoed for a long time, but Bu Chonghua suddenly sensed something between the lines, glanced at the interrogation expert, and met the old expert's eyes that were enlightened.
Five minutes later, outside the ward.
"How did you think of stimulating him in this way?" Secretary Weng asked in a deep voice.
Bu Chonghua thanked him, took the fire from the interrogation expert, and said hoarsely while lighting a cigarette: "I have read a lot of investigation materials on Wan Changwen in the ministry. Wan Changwen is obsessed with giving birth to a son, but maybe Drug use has had a certain impact. Over the years, the concubine he found in Myanmar could not be conceived, or could not give birth. Eight or nine years ago, he adopted a baby boy who was said to have the same eight characters. When he was a few years old, he died unexpectedly. Later, I hugged another one, but it didn't take long to die."
Several experts and leaders from the department were standing around, their expressions solemn and serious, and Bu Chonghua smiled mockingly in the curling cigarettes.
"Many idiots who value sons over daughters but can't have sons end up buying baby boys. Since Wan Changwen is like this, it means that he has reached the point where he is very obsessed, which means that Peng Wan's three-year-old son Tao Ze is actually for him. It's very attractive."
Secretary Weng frowned and said, "But it's useless. We've already thought about this. We have tried Wan Changwen several times since last night, but he has never shown any interest in Tao Ze, which makes the situation very passive..."
"That's because Tao Ze is a grandson." Bu Chonghua interrupted him.
Secretary Weng's expression changed suddenly, and then his brain, which was involved in countless things, suddenly reacted!
"Yes." At this time, the interrogation expert said, and immediately attracted the attention of everyone: "The police officer has hit the key."
"—The suspect hates the police very much, so from last night until now, he has been using a lot of roaring, cursing and other meaningless ways of venting to cover up his true inner aspirations, which is fatal to us. But the special identity of the police officer just now And the wonderful angle of conversation, but it produced a shocking psychological stimulation to him, so that he finally revealed his strongest desire in his anger - 'No one has my surname Wan'."
Even the interrogation expert shook his head sarcastically, took off his reading glasses and wiped it: "Because 'my old Wan family is gone', so 'you police don't dream of meritorious service and rewarded', have you noticed? In Wan Changwen subconsciously, the two are a causal relationship.”
Secretary Weng said incredulously: "So his real psychological appeal is actually..."
"It's not that he is exempted from the death penalty, he knows that he will surely die." Bu Chonghua said coldly, "He wants to ask his grandson to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestry."
Everyone looked at each other, and then Secretary Weng responded, and his tone changed uncontrollably: "This matter can be discussed! No matter what method is used, as long as the surname Wan's mouth can be opened! Lao Ou, Lao Ou—"
Secretary Ou of the Municipal Bureau rushed over, and Secretary Weng glanced at his watch: "There is still a little time, call Tao Zhengqing immediately! Ask the Tao family to cooperate! No matter what conditions his family puts forward, they will report it to me immediately, and I will approve it. If you can’t, send it to the municipal committee for special approval, hurry up!!”
"Yes!"
Secretary Ou hurriedly dialed the number while walking out, but was stopped by Bu Chonghua: "It's useless, we don't have enough time to go through the process now."
Secretary Ou was startled: "But..."
"You don't know the Tao family." Bu Chonghua took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed a number, without looking up, he said, "Let me come."
beep —
The phone was quickly connected, and an aging male voice came from the opposite side. It was Father Tao who was full of doubts: "Hello?"
"Hello Mr. Tao, I'm Bu Chonghua from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Public Security Bureau."
The receiver was stunned for a moment, and then it broke out unsurprisingly. Halfway down the hallway, the phone could be heard across from the phone: "You—you police officers still have the face to contact my family?! My good daughter-in-law said she was gone, and the murderer was caught. Is it? Has it been sentenced? What about compensation?! If it hadn’t been for your meddling in the matter, it would have turned out like this, I can apply for state compensation in my situation, and I will tell you!!…”
Bu Zhonghua's handsome facial features did not move at all, and everyone watched him turn around and walk to the window, put out the cigarette with one hand, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and operated it for a while, and finally, in the gap between the angry scolding from the opposite side Taking no time to speak, Father Tao was stunned by one sentence:
"Is two million enough?"
"You you you... what did you say?"
"Back then, the kidnappers asked for a ransom of 400,000 yuan, but you didn't want it. Now I'll give you five times the amount to buy your grandson Tao Ze's right to change his name. If you agree, someone will bring your son to the notary's office with a cash check within an hour to handle the materials. The money is I made it myself, so I don't need to go through the city bureau procedures."
Father Tao was stunned in disbelief as if he had been slapped with a talisman.
Bu Chonghua's voice was calm and direct: "I'll give you ten minutes to think about it. Before answering me, check your bank account to see if there is an extra deposit of 200,000 yuan."
The hands of the clock turned in circles on the wall, the sky outside the window changed from light to dark, and everyone gathered in the corridor to screen and wait for the result.
The peripheral mobile team, the investigation team, the municipal party committee, the municipal public security bureau, and the technical investigation teams of various jurisdictions who came and went to ask for instructions... hurried back and forth, and calls came one after another. Numerous reports and news came from all directions like snowflakes. All the leaders and experts of the task force accompanied them in shifts. The conference room specially set up by the hospital was filled with the smell of instant noodle soup mixed with cigarettes overnight.
Song Ping stood in front of the open window, and suddenly his shoulders sank. It was Bu Chonghua who put a coat on him from behind with a cigarette in his hand: "Uncle Song."
"..." Song Jing looked at him quietly for a long time, his eyes seemed to penetrate him, and he saw the more distant and yellowing years, and smiled sadly for a long time: "You still haven't quit smoking? Before the addiction is not deep, hurry up and quit. !"
Bu Chonghua said, "I will quit when Wu Yu comes back."
Song Ping nodded and asked in a low voice, "How's the talk with the Tao family?"
"Agreed. One and nine million."
"Why is there still less?" Song Ping's first reaction was surprise, but then he reacted, surprised and praised: "Yes, you did the right thing!"
"Blindly raising the price will only make the other party delay. Appropriate price reduction will increase the speed. Different negotiating opponents should adopt different strategies." Bu Chonghua gently pulled the corner of his mouth: "Tao Zhengqing is eager to remarry, and his father regards money as his life. , he doesn't have much opinion. When I was handling the kidnapping case, I paid attention to observe the character status of everyone in his family, and sure enough, the whole family's psychological weaknesses can be hit with a single blow."
Bu Chonghua's ability to become the real head of the criminal investigation detachment at this age is not only because of the preferential treatment policy for the children of martyrs, but also because of Song Ping's merits and protection. His criminal investigation instinct allows him to collect information, analyze quickly, accumulate storage, and strike decisively almost anytime, anywhere. His brain is like a precision instrument, waterproof, shockproof, and efficient.
Song Ping turned around and pressed the shoulder of Zongbu Chonghua hard, his bloodshot eyes looked slightly red: "If your parents are alive, they will be proud of you!"
"If my parents were alive, they would be proud of you, Uncle Song." Bu Chonghua said calmly, "Don't worry about what the surnamed Wan said, he is destined to go to the execution ground, and they will be in the sky on the day of execution. Watch the sentence with us."
Song Ping smiled sadly: "Yes, you are right!"
"—Secretary Weng! Bureau Song!"
At this time, there were hurried footsteps outside the conference room, and then the door was pushed open. I saw Secretary Ou running out of breath, and even his voice changed: "The notarization procedures are in place, Deputy Liao is carrying the notarial certificate halfway. It's here in an hour!"
Snapped!
The interrogator threw a notarial certificate with a light yellow cover on the hospital bed. Wan Changwen stared at the three-year-old baby girl who was being held by the police in the corner, his eyes straightened, his lips trembling and he could not speak.
Doubt, madness, resentment, unwillingness, heartbeat, longing... All kinds of complex emotions came to the top of his head. This was the first time he showed such an uncontrollable expression in front of the police after his arrest.
"Tell the police everything Shark has discussed with you. Your cooperation will determine when we will stamp this notary certificate." The words are clear and calm, even to the point of cruelty: "You know, I just spent 1.9 million to buy your grandson's surname right, I can let him recognize his ancestors or let him change his surname to another family, as long as you have Lie one word, guess what I would do?"
He leaned down slightly, looked at Wan Changwen's trembling eyes, smiled and said, "I will change his surname to Bu on your execution ground, pour your ashes into the toilet, and let the only relative of your old Wan family. The grandson broke down and cried for my parents - do you want to see that scene, Boss Wan?"
Every second, the tick of the hands seemed to resound in the hearts of everyone. There were various movements from the door of the ward, conversations, threats, enticements, roars, crying... After more than an hour, the door was finally slammed open. Now, everyone stood up.
Bu Chonghua strode out of Meteor, and the hem of his coat drew a neat arc in the air: "Wan Changwen explained it."
Secretary Weng lost his voice: "What?"
"There is a blue gold production den hidden in the deep mountains near Wangjiapo, Pitang Town, H province, where his wife is home. Sharks have deliberately inquired about the specific route, and it is very likely to be the next target of drug dealers." Bu Chonghua stopped, eyebrows Profound and sharp, there is a kind of determination that cannot be denied: "If the shark's convoy will definitely leave traces, I apply for an immediate survey!"
The hallway suddenly burst into jubilation, many people fell backwards in relief at the same time, and some of the detectives on shift even sat on the ground exhausted.
"Go! Let's go!" Secretary Weng's first reaction was to run out of his feet, and roared: "Let's go now!"
… where am I
A dark and long mountain road stretches out in front of you, surrounded by shadows of trees, and the fire behind you is blazing into the sky. Wu Yu seemed to suddenly become very small. He stumbled forward on the rugged stone road, and there were chaotic yelling and car noises behind him, occasionally mixed with a dog barking.
"Don't let them go!" "Chase!" "Chase!" "There there!"…
What am I doing? This thought appeared in his mind in a trance, but then he recalled the repeated nightmares countless times.
—It was the follow-up to that bloody night more than 20 years ago. It was what happened after he hid that white and tender "city kid" in a tree pit and ran out to meet the gangsters.
The blood-filled wind whistled and blew back in the ears, and there seemed to be countless screams and wailing hidden in the thick smoke, as if the spirits of resentment were approaching and far away. He couldn't remember how many times he fell and how many times he rolled and climbed to the ground. All his survival consciousness was condensed on the soles of those little feet that kept running, and he didn't even notice the blood dripping from the sharp stones.
run, run forward.
Being caught by a drug dealer is over, and being caught will be worse than death.
"I saw him!" "Mother X, let the dog chase! Chase!!"
The hurried dog barking came from the wind behind him, the child ran wildly, and a mountain crack suddenly appeared in front of him!
Wu Yu knew what happened after that.
He jumped down the valley without hesitation, thinking for a moment that he would fall to pieces and die, but fate favored him at that moment. A branch that stretched out from nowhere caught the child's clothes in mid-air, and the dense branches and leaves blocked the flashlight of the drug dealer, suspending him in mid-air for a whole night. It wasn't until the next day that he moved his scarred body and slowly climbed down from the branches by the light of the sky. He had already forgotten how he walked back to the village along the mountain road step by step.
That used to be the only chance for him to escape from hell. After that night, all his fates were silently rewritten, as if the moment he jumped into the abyss, he rushed to an ending without light.
"Wow wow wow wow!"
As it had been repeated thousands of times in the dream, the barking quickly approached, the breath of a giant dog came from the wind, and the fangs and sharp claws rushed in the air—
Wu Yu opened his eyes wide and tried his best to jump down into the pitch-black valley!
In the next second, unlike the dream and reality that have been repeated thousands of times, he crashed into a solid and powerful embrace.
The scolding of the drug dealer and the barking of the dog all faded away, and the Wuthering Mountain Wind turned silent at this moment. Xiao Wu Yu shook his head and raised his head. He saw the familiar face on the top of his head was staring at him closely. The amber eyes were still so beautiful, although they were slightly red because their eye sockets were full of bloodshots.
He was wearing a dark blue uniform, holding a gun in one hand, and holding the eleven-year-old Xiao Wu Yu in his arms in the other, and whispered hoarsely, "Let me protect you."
I will travel thousands of miles and come to take you away.
This time it's me to protect you.
Wu Yu closed his eyes, something hot and sour seemed to be choked in his throat, and the sky swirled and slammed into him, the dizziness seized all his sanity. I don't know how long he opened his eyes suddenly, his body rushed forward, and he suddenly retched!
"Cough cough!..."
The paralyzed consciousness finally recovered slowly, but the throat spasmed for a long time, but nothing came out, only a smiling voice came from the side, not only apologetic but also attentive: "—Awake?"
A bottle of water was brought to his mouth, but Wu Yu tilted his head while panting.
His eyes focused a little bit, and finally he found himself sitting in the back seat of the constantly bumping car, his right wrist was hung up and handcuffed to the roof handle, the front seat bodyguard was staring at him, and the person holding the mineral water bottle beside him was a shark. !
The author has something to say:
In order to prevent disputes, it is hereby noted that Bu Chonghua's remarks that "giving birth to a son, inheriting incense, and ending the family" are intended to stimulate Wan Changwen for psychological weakness, and it is purely for the purpose of interrogation. It does not represent the author himself and the protagonist in the text. Views, bow ~!