The two of them sat and squatted, with their foreheads almost touching. After a while, Wu Yu raised the corners of his pale and cold mouth, and his movements were very hasty and brief: "What are you talking about, you are a leader, and you didn't go to drug trafficking."
Then he turned his head and tried to break free, but the back of his neck was pressed and pressed back by Bu Chonghua's palm: "Let me guess what you are thinking."
"Every morning you come to work, sit behind your desk in a daze, and listen to my reprimands. Occasionally you face the bastard who robs the house and the scumbag who steals the bag by speeding. The death of a few people is considered a serious case. I heard it on the way home from get off work. I don't understand the lace news of the entertainment industry on the radio; they say which celebrities are married and have children and which are divorced and have scandals. I ate everything within 10 kilometers of the takeaway, I made a meal myself, and the leftovers can be mixed with heat for a week. - It's better to go back and be an undercover agent, right?"
"… "
"You've been lurking in the jungle where the knife is licking blood for too long, and you can't melt into the warm sheepfold. Seeing Liu Li feels very kind, doesn't it? Those sad, pitiful, ignorant, helpless, twisted and deformed in the horns Your life is very similar to Xie Qianshan, isn't it?"
Wu Yu pursed his lips tightly, his whole body seemed to freeze.
Bu Chonghua stared at his slightly trembling pupils: "But I want to pull you back from the crack."
I don't know where the sound of flushing water came, rushing through the water pipe, and rushing away. Someone in the distance slammed the door shut, echoing in the empty corridor, footsteps close and far.
It was like the sound of iron cables being dragged on the ground.
"Two three six five nine!" The guard dragged his tone impatiently: "Someone is visiting—"
The skylight was cut into countless twisted fragments by the iron fence, and spread over the silhouette of the man opposite the viewing window. Wu Yu shivered and stared at him. He saw the very familiar eye sockets, nose shadows and cheeks sunk deeply, like ghosts poking out from hell, but the eyes were burning with strange and frightening light.
"What did they ask you to do? Why are you here? Why did you come here after being in the police academy?!"
…
Wu Yu's chest couldn't stop rising and falling, but it was as if his throat was filled with deep water. Except for his increasingly rapid breathing, he tried his best to make no sound—
"...I'll pull you back..."
"I said I would pull you back from that hell!"
"I know you want to solve this case, just like everyone else." Bu Chonghua patted Wu Yu's black hair on the back of his head, finally let go of him, and said in a deep voice, "If you gave Liu Li money at Gao Ling's house at that time, If it wasn't you, or it was someone else who was pestered by her in the interrogation room just now, I wouldn't have reacted this way, but it would be different if it were you. Do you know why?"
Wu Yu seemed to be immersed in some old nightmare. He couldn't even notice his breathing, and his eyes were scattered in the air. He was shocked when he heard the words, and suddenly woke up: "What?"
Bu Chonghua said: "That day, Daxing was drinking and making trouble before the surveillance. There were people in the corridor, and only you didn't hesitate to beat him. From that time, I knew that some of your characteristics were really different from others. "
"It's easy to do what's not wrong, but it's easy to get hurt when doing good things. Sometimes that's what worries me the most. You haven't learned how to be a good cop who doesn't get hurt easily."
Wu Yu has been a policeman for many years, but no one has ever used the word policeman to describe him - Lin Fang did not, Feng Bureau did not, and Zhang Boming certainly did not.
They may have forgotten, or felt it was not necessary at all.
Now, hearing this comment from Bu Chonghua's mouth unexpectedly made him feel unrealistically paralyzed.
"...I see." Wu Yu suddenly squeezed out a few words, his throat seemed to be blocked with a sour lump, his lips moved, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you."
Bu Chonghua may have never said so much. According to normal people's reactions, he should give some candid responses at this time, he thought.
But some deeper instinct, like an innate curse, firmly imprisoned all language.
"Come and wash your face." Bu Chonghua patted his shoulder, got up and stretched out his hand to him: "You can't stay in the bureau tonight, go home and rest, and come back tomorrow morning."
Wu Yu was a little bit cramped, it seemed that after he was in prison, he was really not used to touching others actively, so he stood up on his knees - then a violent dizziness struck him by surprise. Holding it firmly, he came to the sink with a half-assistance and half-assistance. After a long time, he eased his breath and washed his face hastily with a cold water bridle.
"You vomited so much that I almost asked the forensic doctor to call 120." Bu Chonghua handed him a towel and asked, "Can't you eat a single bite of meat, conditioned reflex?"
Wu Yu covered his face with a towel and said nothing.
"How did it form?"
"… what?"
Wu Yu's eyelids were slightly red, and a blank eye appeared from the corner of the towel. Bu Chonghua asked, "How did you form this reflection, eating dead flesh?"
Wu Yu was caught off guard and coughed. Bu Chonghua quickly supported his shoulder with one hand and patted his back with the other. After a while, Wu Yu finally stopped coughing, lowered his head and said in a sullen voice, "Everyone is as delicate as you are. What about meat?"
"..." Bu Chonghua's expression was a little weird when he heard the words "fine skin and tender meat", but seeing that he was already coughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, he didn't say anything, just shook his head silently.
Wu Yu supported his knees and wiped the corners of his lips with the back of his hand: "Your clothes—"
"It's okay, there are spares."
Bu Chonghua, a workaholic who is in charge of the Public Security Bureau, has everything in his office for four seasons, including toothbrushes and flossing cups. But Wu Yu thought about it and said, "I will compensate you."
Bu Chonghua stared at him for a while, noncommittal, and suddenly asked, "Do you know who was the last person who vomited on me?"
"what?"
"Deputy Detachment of Jianning City Public Security Bureau, my cousin."
Wu Yu glanced at him unexpectedly, and Bu Chonghua said, "Our brothers have a bad relationship, and we fought since we met when we were young. In his eyes, I was a sane complainer, and in my eyes, he was a prodigal prodigal. I went north to study, and gradually lost contact until I happened to meet him when I was arrested in a different place after work. I dived into the sewers in order to break in secretly. When I came out, I didn't have time to ask him to pull a hand, and he actually threw up on me. And the smell made him vomit for the second round... It happened a few years ago, but the feeling of being stuck in the sewer with nowhere to hide is still fresh in my memory. You can only count it as a drizzle. "
When Bu Chonghua, the flower of the high mountains, was forced to face the storm, Wu Yu couldn't help but ask, "What happened later?"
"What later?"
"Are you still in touch?"
"No." Bu Chonghua said lightly, "I'll block him after I vomit."
Wu Yu let out a laugh.
This was probably the first time that Bu Chonghua saw Wu Yu really laugh. Although it faded away in just half a second, there was no sense of flinching, coping, or forcing a smile. The frozen eyebrows and facial features came alive at once, as if a kind of thrilling feeling. The look flashed by.
Wu Yu's appearance has always been good, and everyone in the Nancheng Branch can see this, but it is only an objective evaluation of the facial features after putting aside his taciturn and timid temperament. It was only at this moment that Bu Chonghua caught a glimpse of the handsome and handsome shadow from thirteen years ago from the flowing expression and smile.
- "That's a prison, a prison where even a rat is fucked. He looks so good-looking, why do you think all the prisoners are thinking about it?" He seemed to hear Nian Daxing's greasy and sinister voice resounding from behind the interrogation table again: "What do you think they're thinking about, Sergeant?"
Bu Chonghua's muscles suddenly tensed a little, and the arm resting on Wu Yu's side rose unnaturally, and let go a little unobtrusively.
At this moment, he suddenly heard Wu Yu's "Huh?"
In an instant, Bu Chonghua's first reaction was to let go of his hand: "What?"
"This ceramic..."
The bathroom of the Nancheng Branch had just been renovated, and the walls and pools were all white. Wu Yu frowned and stared at the pool he had just used. He saw that the white ceramics were covered with a layer of water under the light, which clearly reflected him and Bu Chonghua. Shadows of the two.
—Torrential rain, surveillance, low-lying water in urban villages…
"Gao Ling." Wu Yu suddenly said two words.
"what?"
"I know how to find her," Wu Yu looked at Bu Chonghua, his eyes flashing with an unusual light: "It rained heavily on the day of the crime, and the four fork roads from Gao Ling's house were filled with water, even if she was close to the blind spot of the surveillance camera. Useless!"
"—Her shadow can't be avoided, it will definitely be thrown on the water!"
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"There are four fork roads in front of Gao Ling's house, Mingguang Road, Jinling Road, Zhengxing Alley, and Mao'er Hutong. Call up the monitoring around the exit of each road, and analyze the hue of all the places that may cast reflections!"
"At 2:12:06 pm on May 2nd, the exit of Mao'er Hutong was fifteen meters away. A small part of the water surface fluctuated against the wind. It is suspected that there was dynamic interference around!"
"The water at the exit of Mao'er Hutong outlines the reflection of a suspected human figure, Director Wang!"
Wang Jiuling turned around and almost tossed off her newly bought wig: "Make a local high-definition! Quick!"
At 2:12:08 pm on May 2, eight hours before Nian Xiaoping was killed, there was a heavy rainstorm in Nancheng District, with a sixth-level east wind. In a puddle on a road 116 meters away from the house of another missing girl, the water surface swayed several ripples in the southwest direction, as if it was a slight shock caused by a foot stepping on the edge of the puddle - that flash The passing moment was captured and enlarged by the surveillance image, and after countless image processing, a blurry dark blue silhouette was finally collected from the image.
The girl who disappeared in place finally revealed her whereabouts to the detectives again.
Going down Mao'er Hutong, every corner, fork in the road, and every surveillance camera in the urban village were captured, and the stagnant water in every frame was captured and analyzed. High-definition technology revealed her deliberately hidden whereabouts. Wu Yu: At 14:15:02, her dark blue raincoat passed through the shade of trees at the entrance of Wudao Hutong, and a foot in red rubber shoes was reflected in the water; at 14:20:06, she turned from Wudao Hutong to Yuanhang Road, Half of the raincoat was exposed on the edge of a supermarket surveillance monitor; at 14:36:07, she finally walked out of the most dilapidated and low-lying area in the urban village.
"I found it! Detachment!" A visual inspector suddenly raised his head from the surveillance screen, his voice hoarse with excitement: "At 3:30 in the afternoon, the target passed the entrance of the FamilyMart convenience store under the highway bridge, and the surveillance camera caught her face, she was in Walk north along the railway line!”
—The railway is covered with railway surveillance cameras. As long as she walks in this direction, she cannot avoid the dense cameras!
It was less than four o'clock, the darkest hour before dawn. Gao Ling in a dark blue raincoat hurriedly walked past the surveillance image, her face pale and expressionless; her rubber shoes were stepping in the standing water, her trouser legs were already wet, and the hem of her raincoat swayed in the wind, revealing half a bulging black schoolbag.
Countless pairs of bloodshot eyes watched her go north, all the way to the Sili River, where the rainstorm poured, until she disappeared again in the wilderness where the river bank monitoring was missing—
The reed-filled wilderness was the scene of Nian Xiaoping's murder a few hours later!
The office of the technical team was agitated and encouraged, Wang Jiuling pulled off the wig and slapped it on the table, her voice changed with excitement: "It's a bet! The disappearance of Gao Ling is related to the murder of Nian Xiaoping, the murderer. It's not the first time I've committed a crime, this grandson must have a criminal record!"
Bu Chonghua breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at Wu Yu—this boy had messy hair and looked tired, leaned back heavily on the back of the chair, wiped his face with both hands, and happened to touch him across the crowd.
"Let Lao Zhang take his four-bedroom wife to check Gaoling's original call to the police, call up the police records, and call up the surveillance!" Wang Jiuling instructed: "Just find the person who followed Gaoling when she called the police. What it looks like, the case has its eyes on it, hurry up! Go immediately!"
"Wait, call the police dog first." Bu Chonghua came back to his senses and stopped him: "Let the police dog brigade next door take the last piece of surveillance left by Gao Ling and the two places where Nian Xiaoping's body was found as the center of the circle. The first wave of searches is carried out within a range of five kilometers, and the forensic doctor is now packing up his things and setting off, and will go with me to Silihe."
Wang Jiuling: "Ah? What are you doing?"
"Go to Gao Ling." Bu Chonghua said solemnly, "I always have a feeling that the girl should not be able to get out of the river bank alive in the end."
Only then did Wang Jiuling react, and she shuddered suddenly: "I... I'll go with you!"
At four o'clock in the morning, the sky was completely silent, only to see the long river rushing southwards and disappearing at the end of the vast plain. More than a dozen police cars flashing red and blue lights roared in a row, one after another parked in the dark wilderness, and after a while, sixteen groups of city tracking police dogs broke up and rushed into the dense reeds.
"there!"
"Yes!"
The three shifts of the Criminal Investigation Detachment worked for several days and nights, and they were exhausted. Bu Chonghua closed the car door with his backhand, stepped on the grass and stepped forward, only to see Wu Yu squatting on the side of the road with his back to him, smoking a cigarette.
"No," Bu Chonghua motioned him not to put out the cigarette butt, and then threw him a hot plastic bag: "Add some energy, don't just smoke."
Wu Yu looked down and saw that it was a few vegetarian buns: "When..."
"Fresh, just stopped on the way here."
Wu Yu was really hungry. After three or two puffs of cigarettes, he squatted down to eat the buns, and finally there was a trace of blood on his face. Bu Chonghua stayed by the side with a bottle of water, picked up the cigarette butt he casually pressed on the stone, looked at it, and asked, "Why do you always smoke cheap?"
Wu Yu said without raising his head, "You know it's a bargain again."
"The paper on the outside of the cigarette filter rod is rough in texture, without perforations, and the shape, color and feel of the cut tobacco are also different. Like Liao Gang, the cut tobacco they use smells like jujube mud, and every time you smoke it, it will only suffocate. , the tar content should be very high." Bu Chonghua threw the cigarette butt and said, "Saving money to save a wife can't be saved from this, and you will know it will be severe if you get sick in the future."
"..." Wu Yu finally raised his eyes unexpectedly and asked, "You really don't smoke?"
"What do you say?"
"Then how can you..."
Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, and there seemed to be a teasing look at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't answer, and the conversation changed: "Silihe Police Station has released the report on the investigation of Liu Li's house, and indeed found a large number of belongings belonging to Gao. Ling's fingerprints are especially concentrated in drawers, desks, bedside tables, and a small amount on the plug-in board corresponding to the power cord of the notebook computer. In addition, there was no evidence of any hidden chemicals."
Wu Yu nodded silently and frowned, "But she stole the computer, why did she bring it to the riverbank?"
This is a very reasonable question. If you are stealing and selling stolen goods, you should go to the local computer city in Jinhai, or go to the second-hand electronic waste recycling market; , as if to throw the computer into the river and destroy it.
But on the other hand, there are many ways to completely destroy a computer. The most convenient way is undoubtedly to throw it on the road, and let the traffic flow and even the solid-state drive completely crushed. Why do you need to avoid the surveillance and come to the river
"So we have to find Gao Ling first," Bu Chonghua stood up, stomped the damp weeds on the soles of his feet, and said, "Only when we find Gao Ling can we know what Liu Li means by 'big business'."
"Every group pays attention to each group," suddenly the walkie-talkie in Bu Chonghua's hand rang: "8 groups apply for support, an abnormal situation is found under the 362 section of the river bank, repeat the 8 groups' application for support..."
The rustling of the signal drowned out the words behind, the two looked at each other, and Bu Chonghua immediately walked towards the open space: "I'm Bu Chonghua, the 8th group is reporting the direction! Can the 8th group hear it?"
The signal rattled, as if there were a lot of people running over there, and the noise was mingled with the anxious barking of police dogs. All the criminal policemen around stood up and looked at them at the same time. Everyone's face was ashen. There was a loud noise of "Om!" on the channel after a while, and finally came the intermittent roar of the police dog team leader:
"Infantry detachment! 8 groups of emergency call infantry detachment!"
"There is a strong odor from the flood discharge outlet under the embankment of Section 362. We have blocked the flood discharge tunnel! Apply for support for the current investigation immediately!"
Weeds are overgrown under the embankment, and behind a sloping uphill section is a deep and dark river channel flood discharge tunnel, about three meters wide and two meters high. , exuding a very ominous cold air.
The dog handlers stood far away on the river bank, each with a look of fear, holding the restless police dog tightly. There was a human voice at the end of the Shaoqing River Beach, and I saw Bu Chonghua hurried to bring people there, and before he got close, he only heard a familiar stench blowing towards his face.
Bu Chonghua kept walking, and backhanded Wu Yu to step back outside the line: "You are not feeling well, stand still."
Wu Yu paused and saw that Bu Chonghua had already crossed the cordon. He took off his coat and covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and quickly climbed up the smooth uphill: "Wang Jiuling! Pharaoh!"
There was a buzz of flies in the cave. Wang Jiuling, who was wearing a gas mask, and the forensic doctor Xiaogui stumbled out of the flood discharge cave. Countless large green-headed flies rushed out, flying all over the sky. Bu Chonghua covered his jacket and asked in a muffled voice, "How is it? Can you identify it?"
Wang Jiuling lifted the gas mask, pointed to the dark and deep flood discharge hole, and shook her head with an indescribable expression on her face:
"The ground is full of corpses, identify a fart? It's all a fucking giant!"