"—What, Mr. Philip wants to see Wu Yu?"
Bu Chonghua spread his hands in a graceful manner, his tone was restrained, polite, and sincere as if he had heard some ridiculous joke, although everyone could see the eyes of this gentleman at that moment: "I'm sorry, I don't understand very well. , what is there to see, and why is it necessary to see? If you have to see every drug dealer you catch, then will the painter not come to work in the Nancheng Detachment? Major prison detention centers all over the country hold a tour every month, specially responsible for Hospice for drug dealers?"
"... ..." Song Ping said: "Young people, pay attention, I suggest you bathe, burn incense and pray three times a day before the supervisor's advice to the painter is issued. The fathers of the Ministry of Public Security will do whatever they want, hold their tails, and be well-behaved. Be human, okay?"
Most of the time, Wu Yu is a subordinate who makes the leader very satisfied. He is docile and docile, and it doesn't matter what kind of tasks and arrangements he accepts.
On the day he was discharged from the hospital, there was a rejuvenation in North China, the grass was growing and the warbler was flying, and the peach blossoms were blooming on both sides of the roadside in the suburbs of Jinhai City. However, the iron gate of the detention center seems to have opened up another world. The high iron windows cut the gray and white light into several pieces. The dark corridors of the building are twists and turns. In the distance, except for the sound of shackles and iron chains, there is a dead silence. The stagnant gelatinous substance was heavily compressed in everyone's lungs.
"This way," the prison guard who led the way was very polite, "please."
"… "
When the prison guard turned his head, he saw that the young man in black was standing in the corridor, looking up at the cold bars. The backlight cast a shadow on his handsome facial features, as if covering many unspeakable past events and secrets, only the tip of his eyes shone a little in the dimness.
The prison guard was taken aback.
"It's nothing." Wu Yu retracted his gaze, looked up, walked into the meeting area, and whispered, "Thank you."
The door clicked open, and the shark suddenly looked up.
A figure he was very familiar with entered the house under the escort of the prison guard, pulled out the chair and sat opposite, looking at him calmly:
"Mr. Philip, are you all right?"
Wu Yu was obviously seriously injured and had lost a lot of weight. He was wearing a black suit that fit very well. The jacket was unbuttoned, and the cuffs showed white shirt piping. This simple and harmonious combination of plain colors is very suitable for him. He looks very energetic, and his hair has grown a little longer, and the ends of the hair are swept over the tips of his ears, which brings out a kind of transparent and distant cold whiteness on his face.
It was their attire when they first met.
The shark looked at him fixedly, the pupils in the blue eyes were so gray that they were almost white, and after a while, he smiled slowly: "I was thinking about one thing when I was waiting for you just now."
"What's up?"
Although he knew that there were many eyes on the opposite side of the camera watching his every move, the drug lord didn't care, and his smile even deepened: "What were you thinking on the way through the prison just now?"
"… "
"You see the shackles, the iron windows, the cold and moldy bricks, the walls that don't see the light of the sun... What are you thinking? Do you feel like you can't get out in your life?"
"Damn, this grandson is talking nonsense—" After the surveillance, a director was about to get up, but Lin Fang stopped him, winking and telling him to sit down.
"Did you feel like you were about to drown in this deep sea, eh?" The shark's upper body moved forward, staring at Wu Yu almost face to face: "—Agui?"
The crowd after the surveillance was silent for a moment, everyone had different expressions, and there was no sound at all.
"...I guessed why you wanted to see me before I came. It turned out that I wanted to come and regret it." Wu Yu sat there and exhaled after a while: "You may have misunderstood me a little, Mr. Philip."
His voice was hoarse because of the injury, but it was still very smooth and clear in the quiet cell: "From the moment I solved the walk to the present, it was always the past, not the current situation, because only from the past. It's very easy for me to escape from the status quo, whether it's working for the special investigation team or after I came to Jinhai, or even when I was working for you."
The shark stared at him. "Yeah, then why haven't you ever walked by?"
Wu Yu didn't answer immediately, he thought about it and asked, "Do you know what Bureau Song said to me before I came today?"
"… "
"He said that the more than 300,000 yuan in cash I had saved before had been donated to my hometown, and Bu Chonghua added a little more to build a primary school."
When he heard the three words Bu Chonghua, the shark narrowed his eyes coldly, but Wu Yu didn't care about it.
"The slogan of the Mariana Trench is 'Freedom of choice, not tyranny', and it is said that you created this website to explore extreme decentralization and anarchy, and you also promised me freedom. But you and those People who do the same thing as you selectively ignore the most crucial point: thorough and boundless indulgence will only lead to crime in the end, what the general public is after is the thread under the kite, the nest after the tired bird returns late .me either."
"My old thread was burnt by Khun Sa and Thayer's gang, and now I've found a new home. In your eyes it's a bondage, in my eyes it's the foundation of ultimate freedom "Wu Yu smiled, stood up and said, "Mr. Philip, our views on freedom have been opposite from the beginning. It's a pity that you have recruited me for so long, but you have never seen this clearly."
The chair made a sharp sound as it rubbed on the ground. He turned and walked towards the door. At this moment, "Bang Dang!" behind him. He didn't know what the shark hit, and suddenly blurted out angrily: "Stupid!"
The armed police's nerves were highly tense, and the words bounced up almost immediately, but Wu Yu waved his hand.
"Even without me, there will still be the Mariana Trench. Version 1.0 has fallen and there is still 2.0. Even if the trench is completely shut down one day, AlphaBay, Dream Market, and Dark Web Wall Street will still be in operation! As long as the anonymous communication technology is still there, The desire will not disappear, you will be trapped here forever! You will endure in this endless cycle to death!!"
The surveillance cameras couldn't see Wu Yu's face, and I saw him facing the door, his thin and straight back almost disappearing into the shadow of the cell, and it took a long time to finally turn around: "Arthur Hodgson was also dead before he was executed. Said the same thing."
"Desires won't go away, and wars won't stop. You're right, I'm indeed going to stay in this cycle until I die, just like the generations before me and the new ones behind me, one day we will go See you again in the same place." Wu Yu smiled, although the smile lines were very light: "-I don't know if I will regret the day you wish, Mr. Philip, but you definitely won't see it. If one day in the future you want to invite me to watch your execution, I will agree, but we shouldn't have to meet again until then."
He nodded under the indescribable gaze of the shark, opened the cell door, and walked out calmly, behind him came the violent banging and slamming of the armed police.
…
Wu Yu walked out faster than he came in. When he signed to leave the detention center, it was already noon outside. Lin Fang was sitting on the steps outside the prison building smoking a cigarette, and when he saw him coming out, he stood up and patted his trouser legs, handed him a cloud of smoke, and Wu Yu gestured back while lighting the fire: "—It won't make your interrogation more difficult, right? ?"
"No, all the interrogation experts in North China are here. Your irritation can be ignored." Lin Fang breathed out a breath of smoke, raised his eyes and smiled: "I have two good news to tell you."
Wu Yu moved for a while, and seemed to have a hunch. Sure enough, Lin Fang said: "The qualifications of the martyr for Xie Xing have been approved, and a monument will be erected and buried in Yundian."
Xie Xing is a solid martyr, but his sacrifice time and obituary inscription are closely related to Wu Yu's future destiny. As long as it is determined that he died ten years ago, it means that Wu Yu's name and merits are recognized by the above, which is also the focus of Feng Ting, Lin Fang and the others to actively strive for it during this period.
The lighter reflected two faint lights in Wu Yu's downcast eyes, and after a long time he was silent: "How did you keep up with what you said above?"
"I persuaded Feng Ting, Feng Ting came forward to bail, and assigned you thirteen years ago to the name of the secret outsider of the special intelligence team. Everything was done secretly later, and it was considered that Lao Hu filled in these ten Nian Jukeng. In fact, seriously speaking, it is not impossible to logically prove your achievements in the past ten years. The key is to see if there is anyone to resist this relationship. The arrest of the international drug lord is the final The key weight that determines the balance." Lin Fang patted Wu Yu's shoulder, "So in the end, you actually earned it yourself, so I don't need to say thank you."
Wu Yu smiled slightly: "You think too much, I didn't want to say it. So I will go to Yundian or..."
"Feng Ting means that I want you to go back, but I think it's better to save it. What's the age, don't make a tragedy of flying to the southeast of Qingchi peacock. Yundian will add your new file in a few days. Completely transfer to Jinhai, and when Jinhai officially applies for the meritorious service, your real name will be revealed to the world." Lin Fang smiled at Wu Yu: "Congratulations in advance on your promotion, Wu..."
Wu Yu: "If it's nothing, I'll be a little policeman and have nothing to do—"
"… return."
The surroundings suddenly became quiet, the air seemed to freeze, Wu Yu stared at Lin Fang blankly, and after a few seconds, Lin Fang finally burst into an earth-shattering laugh.
"If you really dare to write this name on my file, I will definitely let you go to Qingchi tonight." Wu Yu said coldly and authentically in the wild laughter, "And the turtle matches the eighth, you were scolding just now. The eighth of the detachment... just wait, I'll call the detachment, he won't let you go."
"Hahahahahahaha-" Lin Fang covered his mouth with one hand and slapped the wall with the other, almost even dropping his cigarette, "No, I'm sorry to go to the detachment, I didn't mean it, look at Officer Wu, he really only smoked this one. …”
"?!"
Wu Yu was in a bad mood and hid cigarette butts everywhere, but the last chance to destroy the evidence was fleeting. A familiar hand stretched out from behind him, swiped away the cigarette between his fingers, and threw it into the trash can mercilessly, and then the callous voice of Bu Chonghua's artificial intelligence sounded: "I swore to quit smoking last night. Who is it?"
Wu Yu: "..."
"Small smokers are fined 500 push-ups or not allowed to eat snacks for a week. There will be no spicy bars for next week."
The culprit who provided the cigarettes, Lin Fang, laughed so hard that he hurried away clutching the cigarette case, almost hitting the glass of the guard's duty room.
"#￥%#￥%..." Wu Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You are too stingy, Bu Chonghua! You were not like this when you were chasing me!"
"Which man have you seen feeding bait to the fish?" Bu Chonghua asked rhetorically.
The party involved has only one feeling now, that is, regret and regret very much, wishing to turn around and go to prison for a few days with a cigarette case and lighter. However, Bu Chonghua, a health madman, has extremely tough methods. Holding Wu Yu's small neck, he shakes out his cigarette case, loose cigarettes, matches, and lighters... He threw them all into the trash can, and clapped his hands lightly and wrote: "Okay, let's go home."
Wu Yu covered his eyes and choked silently: "Didn't you agree that you will go to the city bureau for a meeting today and come back tonight?"
"I can't wait, I'm here to see you." Bu Chonghua's lips twitched: "Tell you the second piece of good news that Lin Fang didn't have time to say."
His expression was indescribable at that moment, his sword eyebrows raised slightly, the smile in his eyes flashed a hint of coldness, and his thin lips pulled out a slight and sharp arc. Wu Yu stopped subconsciously and felt something in his heart. He just listened to him and said lightly with such a smile: "Wan Changwen's death penalty has been approved."
"Next Monday, the death penalty will be executed immediately."
·
Wan Changwen was shot.
Jinhai has seldom executed by firing squad, and the approval of the death penalty is done quickly. That morning, Wan Changwen was pulled out of the detention center cell. After the two judges read the verdict in person, the armed police went up to tie his trousers, tied a knot, and then carried him into the car on the left and right sides—really he could only carry it, because At that time, the old poisonous insect would not leave at all. The toes dragged two long traces on the ground. The military vehicle was twitching all the way along the way, and the two turbid old eyes stared straight at the air, not even turning. will turn.
The execution ground was in the reeds near a depression in the suburbs of Jinhai. When he got out of the car, his entire face, surnamed Wan, had completely turned dead gray. It was really the kind of gray that was no different from a dead person. When the criminal investigator came up to take a picture, the armed police let go, and he threw himself on the ground, his limbs twitching violently like a sieve.
"—Boss Wan." At this moment, he heard a slow and deep voice coming from above his head, and asked, "Do you still remember me?"
"… "
Wan Changwen shivered for a long time before raising his eyes, and his scattered gaze reflected a burly and dignified man in his fifties, who was Jinhai City Public Security Bureau Chief Song Ping.
Song Ping looked at him condescendingly, his eyes were very strange, not just looking at a mass of rotten and smelly garbage at his feet or an ant that was about to be trampled to death, but something deeper and more incisive, but it was difficult for outsiders to see. hatred and hatred.
"I shouldn't remember it, but it doesn't matter." He squatted down and stared at Wan Changwen, saying word by word, "You only need to remember one thing: today you were shot instead of being injected because of me. A bullet is what I bought for you."
Wan Changwen's brain seemed to be filled with cement, and it took a long time to slowly realize what he meant, and hatred suddenly burst out from his yellow eyes: "... You! You—"
"I want you to be shot to death like the Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei couples back then, I want you to taste a hundred times, a thousand times the pain of theirs before you die, and I want to witness you turn into a pool of rotten flesh. Song Ping's eyes were red, and every word concealed a deeply suppressed trembling: "But you will not be remembered forever like their heroic spirits, you will go down to eighteen levels of hell and be cast aside until you pay off your debt." A lifetime of sins and all blood debts."
Wan Changwen's eyes twitched uncontrollably, which was a manifestation of extreme fear. He saw security guards encircling the execution ground on the desolate reeds, and saw police cars, court cars, and funeral home corpses parked by the open space. Black body bags were prepared behind the cordon. The plainclothes police officers formed a few circles around the open space. Everyone's expressions were calm and indifferent, and they vaguely surrounded a young man in the middle of the front row holding two black and white portraits in his hands.
That was Bu Chonghua.
"That's right." Song Ping just got up to leave, suddenly remembered something, and smiled back: "Remember your only grandson Tao Ze? Bu Chonghua is the master, and his surname has been changed."
Wan Changwen seemed to have been given a booster, his eyes widened like an electric shock, and the next second he met Song Ping's pitying and condescending gaze:
"My mother's surname is Peng, and my name is Peng Yize."
Song Ping turned around and went behind the police car, without turning his head, behind Wan Changwen's angry and desperate howls and the banging of his head grabbing the ground.
Bu Chonghua stood at the front of the crowd, and Wu Yu stood silently behind him. The black and white photos of Tongguang and Zeng Wei cast a smile. They were so young, handsome and happy. The hot and sour liquid in Song Ping's eyes finally came out of his eyes and fell to the ground with every step he staggered.
He had never seen the living synchronization and Zeng Wei, and he didn't even know each other's names before the final moment. But he would never forget that bloody night in his life. He and more than a dozen other horses who could not be excluded from suspicion were locked up in an ancestral hall in a village on the border. Frightened face. Wan Changwen was sitting on the Taishi chair in the middle of the front, holding a dagger and slowly picking his nails, with a row of rusty torture instruments hanging around him. The floor tiles and wall cracks of the ancestral hall were removed.
Every minute and every second of waiting for death was terribly long. At first, he wanted to scream, struggle, and desperately slammed open the door and ran out frantically, wanting to pay all the price to travel back to the world beyond the mountains and rivers. Hometown, even if I look at my old parents again; but the cold and terrifying reality is that he can do nothing but kneel on the ground with the others, his mind is blank, his heartbeat has almost stopped, and the machine is waiting for a long, painful death finally came.
Death did not come.
When it was just dawn, the door of the ancestral hall was finally pushed open in a hurry. At that moment, he was like a death row prisoner who had finally waited for the guillotine. He closed his eyes in despair, and heard someone rushing to Wan Changwen's side and calling for the master, and said with sincerity and sincerity: "The person in charge has passed the word back, those two Tiaozi refused to explain who the 'painter' was until his death..."
"what?!"
"Actually, there's really no other way. In the end, the only thing I can do is kill things, set fire to it, and run out of two little brats for some reason..."
With a loud bang, Wan Changwen threw the dagger from his hand, cursing, slamming the table, and the roar of boiling voices, but his rumbling ear drums could no longer hear anything.
The joy of the rest of his life, the shame that followed, the incredible astonishment, the rage that surged to the top... Countless intense emotions hit his heart at the same time, causing him to fall backwards, and he fell into the ancestral hall. On the blood-black mud bricks that came down, absent-minded eyes looked at the dark sky.
At that time, he was still young, and he didn't call his current name Song Ping, and Hu Liangan, who was in charge of the special investigation team later, did not suffer from overwork, and was still his single-line level. Later, he was successfully rescued by the frontier armed police, changed his name and surname, and went north for a long time.
Wan Changwen is still at large, and border drug trafficking continues. From then on, he will never forget that it was a comrade he didn't know who paved his way out of hell with his corpse, and it was the unforgettable blood feud on his shoulders, urging him to move on in this world.
…
boom!
Gunshots sounded from behind, the body fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and the forensic doctor, criminal prosecutor and notary swarmed up.
Song Ping stopped in front of the portrait, his throat twitching and shaking. Wu Yu took the photo frame, and the red-eyed Bu Chonghua opened his hands, and the father and son gave each other a tight hug.
The clouds are low and the sky is vast. The wind swept through the reeds in a circle of waves, through the desolate and grand world, and roared to the south.
- Yunnan Martyrs Cemetery.
The ceremony finally ended, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Lin Fang turned his back to the sun, leaned down and put down a bunch of white flowers, and exhaled when he got up:
"I was looking for you just now, and I thought you weren't coming."
Wu Yu stood quietly in front of the newly built tombstone next to him, with a brand new police uniform over his shoulders and his hands in his trouser pockets. The sun cast his obliquely elongated figure, parallel to the rows of gray monuments, and they couldn't tell them apart for a while.
"I didn't expect that you really agreed to put Xie Xing's monument here." Lin Fang turned from Zhang Boming's tombstone, "Originally, Feng Ting asked me to discuss whether you would be like Bu Chonghua. Move the ashes to the north so that it will be convenient for worship in the future."
In the black and white photo, Xie Xing is handsome and has bright eyes, while Wu Yu has a slight frost on his eyebrows. Hearing this, he shook his head: "He has no ashes, and the monument is the same wherever it is erected."
Lin Fang couldn't help being silent.
"Besides, he grew up in Yundian. Maybe he wants to get together with his companions and comrades. After all, the special affairs team buried a lot of people here." Wu Yu looked around: "Imagine that they are in We are very happy to gather a crowd to fight the landlord above our heads."
Lin Fang laughed dumbly: "Yes, so I want to be buried here after I die. What about you?"
Wu Yu didn't say anything at first, Lin Fang looked at him teasingly, and after a long while he heard him say lightly: "I told Bu Chonghua not to bury it. Find a waterside and sprinkle the ashes, I will try my best to flow into the sea, and follow me. When the water vapor rises to the clouds, and the rain spreads all over the land of Shenzhou, you can run around this country, and maybe you can come to play cards with you."
"..." Lin Fang blinked his eyes, and took a long breath: "Old-age sunset tour, I can't see that you are quite fashionable!"
Wu Yu laughed.
Lin Fang smiled and shook his head, turned around and walked towards the exit of the cemetery along the road he came from: "After a while, the Ministry of Public Security will organize a network investigation to break the Mariana Trench website server. At that time, I will take people to Jinhai. When I look back, remember to ask I eat! Go!"
Wu Yu didn't look back, he just waved his hand. The two figures drifted away in the bright sunlight. Lin Fang's driver at the foot of the hill was already holding his computer and several stacks of official documents, waiting by the door.
The wind blew through the grass in the early spring, making a rustling sound, as if countless whispers of laughter meandered away. Wu Yu stood there, the smile on the corner of his lips gradually disappeared, staring blankly at the smiling face on the stone tablet that used to be very similar to himself, he knelt down for a long time, put his forehead against the photo, and let out a deep and thorough shudder. gas.
At this moment, a hand patted him on the shoulder, and then someone leaned down and placed a large bunch of lush, light purple flowers in front of the tombstone, and the fresh scent of mint hit his face.
"Do you believe in the world after death?" Wu Yu asked with his eyes closed.
Bu Chonghua's voice came from behind: "I believe. What about you?"
"..." Wu Yu let out a soft sigh, and the aftertaste had some long-lasting bitterness after the years faded: "Those who have been separated from life and death will believe that there is a world after death."
Spring returns to the earth, and the sky is far away. Wu Yu opened his eyes and stood up, standing side by side with Bu Chonghua, the sunlight reflected at their feet through the colorful trees, the heroic Xie Xing on the stone tablet, Zhang Boming in uniform, and rows of clear or yellowed photos. And names, frozen countless years of war and immortal legends, looked at them silently.
"When I was a child, I dreamed that when I grew up, I would go to many places and take a camera to measure the vast mountains and rivers with my footsteps. I didn't expect that I would become a policeman who measured countless crime scenes with my footsteps." Bu Chonghua smiled and said: "If When I die one day, I will mix our ashes together and let someone sprinkle it into the water. After the spring rain, all things germinate, and new life is prosperous in the mountains and plains. Those heroic souls who are born to death will gather in the sky and reunite with us. meet."
"How old should we be then?" Wu Yu couldn't help laughing.
Bu Chonghua pondered for a moment, "At least eighty."
"Your cousin said he would live to be ninety-seven."
"Then we both work hard to live to ninety-nine, and we can't lose to others."
"But I don't even know what year my birthday is..."
"I'll give you a good birthday tonight when I get home, ah."
…
The two figures who depended on each other walked along the long stone path to the endless stone steps outside the Martyrs Cemetery. There were countless small flowers blooming in the sun. The wind in the distance came from the pale blue mountains, passed through the vigorous pines and cypresses and the towering tombstones, passed through their scarred and clasped hands, and swept away to the vast and peaceful world below the mountain.
The snow has cleared, and the journey is long.
The dark blue police uniforms and jackets fluttered in the wind, and the two figures walked side by side toward the splendid country and hometown under the scorching sun.
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