"Damn it, there are tens of thousands of retweets..." "The third-to-last real-time hot search trend!" "Where is Vice Liao? Hurry up to find Vice Liao and contact the Cyberspace Administration of China, hurry up!"
There was a lot of noise in the large office of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, and half the members of the Detachment were crowded in front of Cai Lin's computer. Bu Chonghua pushed in the door with two cups in his hand, frowned and said, "What are you doing?"
"Boss!" Cai Lin rushed out, "Look, Gao Ling's case is trending!"
Everyone was in a hurry to get out of the way, Bu Chonghua's face was sinking like water, holding a thermos cup in one hand, and the other hand stuffing the mug to Wu Yu, who was caught off guard, got up and squeezed in front of the computer, and the first thing that took the brunt was a high-definition enlarged picture—
On the screen, the flickering police lights in the distance can be seen faintly, reflecting the reflective cordon, Xiaogui forensic doctor's face is ashen, Cai Lin can't bear to vomit and his facial features shift, and the two are bowing to put a stretcher on the ground. On the stretcher was the corpse of Gao Ling's Giant View. Wu Qing was swollen and shocking. Only his face was mosaicked, and the rest of the body was unobstructed.
[Jinhai City burst! Take you to watch the news for the first time!]
[Directly hit the front line of the criminal police, and pay tribute to those who carry the burden!]
[There is a new progress in the white bone murder case, and there is another girl victim in Silihe? !]
[Summer is coming, don't let your children swim in unfamiliar waters, otherwise this will be a lesson! !]
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"Salute to your sister, pay tribute to your numbness!" Cai Lin's anger left: "Which son of the mother took this picture with a mobile phone at the scene, but if you take it, it's a p! You are not afraid that Gao Ling can go to you at night, at least give Can you play a mosaic, Grandpa Cai, it's the first time I've been on the hot search in my fucking life, and the hot comment even said I look like a monkey?!"
Bu Zhonghua Senbai's face was expressionless, and he quickly flipped through a few of the most widely circulated pictures. First of all, he made sure of one thing: Wu Yu was not photographed in any photos.
No one noticed that his tense shoulders loosened silently.
Bu Chonghua closed his eyes, and the crime scene under the hazy sky in the early morning came to his mind, his memory precisely pinpointed every minute and every second, and quickly retrieved every detail of the frame by frame - seven or eight criminal policemen who decided the outcome of boxing , the current survey who rushed to get the gas mask in a panic, the trace inspector who quickly opened the way with the survey board, the criminal camera with the flashing lights one after another, a few brigade interns swarming up...
"Dog trainer," Bu Chonghua opened his eyes.
"Ah? Who?"
"When you moved the corpse down the river beach, a few people went up to help. There were a few new arrivals from the police dog brigade, which matched the shooting angle of these pictures. Liao Gang!"
Liao Gang quickly squeezed in: "Hey!"
"Contact the Cyberspace Administration of China and say the clues to the serious case have been leaked, try to block the keywords, and block the pictures if the keywords can't be found, and call the police dog brigade instructor to confiscate the mobile phones of those people." Bu Chonghua got up and ordered: "Once it is found out, it is Whoever, the assistant police immediately dismissed, the intern returned, and the student police notified the school to record a major demerit, and said what I said."
"Yes!"
Cai Lin stumbled to his feet, followed Liao Gang's footsteps and got out, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Liao, you are my brother, can the Internet police help you to find out who the grandsons who say I look like a monkey are? This thing is a personal attack, I am such a handsome young man, if I look like the Monkey King..."
Everyone in the Criminal Investigation Detachment received news from their relatives, friends, and classmates who were curiously inquiring. The surrounding mobile phones were jingling and there was a lot of noise. Only Wu Yu was very quiet by his side, standing outside the crowd, staring blankly at the cup filled by Bu Chonghua—
hot milk.
No matter how you look at this kind of warm plot, it shouldn't happen to Bu Chonghua. Wu Yu finally hesitated for a while and took a sip. The next second: "Pfft!"
It must have expired!
Wu Yu was choking and coughing. Just as he was about to pour the milk into the potted plant while people were not paying attention, he saw Bu Chonghua turned his head across the crowd, his expression was unquestionable, and his fingers pointed a little away from him, meaning no, right, pour. .
Wu Yu: "..."
Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows at him when the phone suddenly rang. He looked down and saw the caller ID of Chen Yuanliang, the old pedant who had promised to help them check the information at the Institute of Folk Culture.
"Hello, Chen Lao?"
"Is it the Bu detachment?" Chen Lao's voice was hoarse, and he didn't know if he was in a hurry to get angry: "My student just showed me the hot search on Weibo, is there a second victim in the Silihe case? ?!"
Bu Chonghua paused for a while.
"Are you at the Public Security Bureau? I'll be right here." The pages on the other end of the call were flipping, and Chen Lao didn't wait for an answer, he said into the microphone like a machine gun: "My students have found some information that may be useful to you—yes About that skeleton helmet!"
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Half an hour later, the reception room.
After not seeing each other for a few days, Chen Lao was quite haggard, with two huge dark circles hanging behind his reading glasses. In the large living room, only the slightest movement of paper flipping could be heard. After a while, Bu Chonghua closed the materials, sorted out his thoughts, and pondered: "So the helmet worn by the murderer may be a real cultural relic?"
The door opened with a click, and it wasn't the intern Xiaoshuai who came in with the kettle, but Wu Yu, who respectfully made a Lipton black tea bag for the old expert in a disposable paper cup.
Bu Chonghua: "..."
This attitude of attentive service, let alone the leader of the detachment, has not even seen Bureau Xu or even Bureau Song. Bu Chonghua pinched the bridge of his straight nose with his fingertips.
"Thank you, thank you." Chen Lao didn't know that he was enjoying the treatment at the main hall level. After taking the disposable paper cup, he turned to Bu Chonghua worriedly: "On the foreign museum data map you showed me, the Gabala On the top of the skull, there are small holes left by the 'opening' method of repairing the broken tile, and the number is quite large. It can be seen that the owner of the skull was indeed a great lama before his death. As for whether the murderer in the Silihe case was wearing a real cultural relic or an imitation, the theory is that The above says that you have to find the helmet to confirm - but I just heard from the student that there was another victim, is this true? It's a girl too?"
Bu Chonghua did not say a word.
Chen Lao has already got the answer from the dead silence, sighed and put the paper cup on the coffee table, sighing: "It's a sin, it's a sin!"
Wu Yu leaned against the window sill and couldn't help asking, "Can only the head of a great lama be used as a helmet?"
"If it is an ordinary skull bowl, it is possible to use the skull of a monk or the skull of a living sacrifice offered by a chieftain, but according to the literature, only the great lama can be used as a helmet." The printed material took a shot and said, "I also inquired about the helmet instrument in your hands that was living abroad. It is said that it was made of the skull of a great lama who failed to curse and kill others and was executed. It was sold at a high price in Europe and was later donated to a museum. Because of the extremely rare quantity and complicated production process, this kind of helmet is usually not taken out for practice like a normal Gabala bowl, but is only worn on certain occasions. ."
Bu Chonghua already had a hunch about the specific occasion in his words: "Living sacrifice?"
"Yes, live sacrifice." Old Chen said solemnly.
He opened the information and pointed to a few pages of colored thangkas: "Blood-drinking Vajra, Mahakala, Bandaram, Kalachakra... If you look at these old thangkas that summon gods, you will find that One of the most prominent features is that the gods all hold skull bowls for drinking, and the bowls are full of fresh human brains. The reason why there are so many images related to heads and brains is that the human head is the most important and most source of cultivation. The place where the soul and strength of all people will gather on the top of the skull after death."
Wu Yu pointed to his temple carefully: "The soul of the executed great lama, also...?"
"Yes." Chen Lao affirmed his question without hesitation: "The front of the human bone helmet is carved with golden wings of Garuda, the top of the skull is carved with the corpse forest master, and the inside is cast with copper and silver, all of which are used to oppress human sacrifice This kind of human bone helmet has been circulated in the serf society for hundreds of years. It is full of gods and charms. It is only used when a living person is used as a sacrifice. I don’t know how many serfs have been killed. , is already a very evil, very dangerous old object."
The great lama who died of grudges was made into a human bone helmet, engraved with countless mysterious religious symbols and evil incantations, and continued to wear sacrifices that slaughtered countless human beings... If the great lama's soul is attached to the helmet On, then his grievances are really soaring to the sky, and it is more than enough to take out ten Sadako.
Wu Yu put his arms in front of his chest, he had already listened to it, and he didn't know what to think in his mind.
Bu Chonghua took a few glances at him, and knew what level of treatment he could enjoy, so he got up and took a glass of water himself, standing in front of the water dispenser and asked casually, "But even if it is a genuine cultural relic hidden in the folk, If you soak it in the river, it should be ruined, why did the murderer throw millions of dollars into the water?"
Chen Laoman put his wrinkled hands in front of him, his eyes behind the reading glasses looked at the back of the young criminal investigation team leader seriously, and there was no joke in his tone: "I suspect that he has gone crazy. Something in the helmet took control."
Bu Chonghua turned his head and raised his eyebrows.
"We talk about Marxism and atheism, and you police officers have all passed the civil service examination, so you shouldn't believe this." Chen Laoqing said with a pale face: "But when we study folk culture, we will indeed find that many things cannot be used in modern times. To explain scientifically, those karma, feng shui evil spirits, foreign haunted houses, unexplained suicide resorts... If they are all coincidences, it would be too far-fetched. To give the most direct example, those originally illiterate herdsmen in Tibet, After a high fever and a dream, King Gesar, who suddenly can recite hundreds of millions of words without a teacher, can modern science be used to explain the poets who are taught and sung these days?"
"… "
"Children who were originally mediocre, who came into contact with the instruments of the great lama, especially the remains, were able to recall their past and present lives, and transformed themselves into eminent monks and great virtues. These are very common in Tibetan literature records. There are generations everywhere, is it that everyone in every dynasty and every generation is telling a lie at the same time?"
Bu Zhonghua remained silent.
"If there is something in the human bone helmet that affects the murderer, causing him to go crazy and kill randomly... I think it is also possible." Chen Lao took off his reading glasses and rubbed his tired eyes, and said solemnly: "There are too many unknown things. That’s why some people say that the end of science is philosophy, and the end of philosophy is theology.”
Bu Chonghua took a sip of water, and Leng Jun couldn't see what he was thinking from the side. After a while, he said slowly: "If I can't find out the motive for the crime, I will consider your opinion."
Chen Lao sighed and frowned again: "This time the victim is also a female student?"
Bu Chonghua didn't mention Gao Ling's background, only said: "It's a teenage girl."
"Any feature?"
Bu Chonghua pondered for a moment, Wu Yu hesitated and asked, "Does the sacrifice have to be a virgin?"
Chen Lao didn't react: "Theoretically, it should be..."
"What if you're pregnant?"
"Ah?" Chen Lao was stunned for a few seconds, then turned pale in shock: "So there are two victims?!"
"... Ah?" Wu Yu hesitated: "The fetus... can't be considered a victim, right?"
Chen Lao and Wu Yu looked at each other, and looked at each other for a moment, both of them were confused. Bu Chonghua sighed while holding his forehead on the side, and said, "What he means is that the teenage girl is pregnant, not that there is another pregnant woman besides the little girl... Wu Yu, you have to say everything, think about the old man. ability to accept.”
Old Chen said "Oh—" and smiled awkwardly while holding his reading glasses: "I'm getting old and I can't keep up with the trend. At that time, we all got married and had children first... It's good, it's good."
What's good, early love and early childbirth are the country's second child
Bu Chonghua shook his head ironically and asked, "Have you ever heard of using pregnant women as sacrifices for the living?"
"Pregnant woman—" Chen Lao thought for a while, and gestured at the navel in front of him: "Do you know the three pulses and seven chakras?"
Wu Yu didn't know why, so Bu Chonghua asked, "The navel chakra?"
"No, this position belongs to the umbilical chakra in males, and the 'Medium Chakra' in females, and the uterus is the 'seabed'. I have studied folk religions for many years, and the legends that the great lamas cut open the wombs of pregnant women to eat fetuses are just scary and have no documentary evidence to support them. The possibility of dead pregnant women should be relatively small."
Bu Chonghua nodded, got up and shook hands with Chen Lao politely: "Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule, we will carefully consider these clues you provided. There is another thing, if you can find out in the industry News about human bone artifacts, for example, who likes to collect these things, and whether there are people who specialize in buying and selling these collections…”
"Understood, I understand." Old Chen clasped Bu Chonghua with his wrinkled hands and looked at him seriously: "Anywhere you need help, please do not hesitate to speak, I will do my best! Keep in touch!"
Wu Yu had a distinctly different attitude towards the knowledgeable people, so he took the initiative to send Chen Lao out of the Public Security Bureau, but the old man repeatedly refused, and Bu Chonghua called an intern from the corridor to escort him downstairs. The old pedant spent a few days searching for documents everywhere, and he walked with a staggering pace. When he left the Criminal Investigation Detachment building, his feet slipped and he almost fell down the steps. Fortunately, the two young students he brought were always waiting at the door. He jumped up to help him, and hurriedly helped him into the car.
Bu Chonghua retracted his gaze, only to hear Wu Yu ask behind him, "What do you think?"
"What do you think?" Bu Chonghua asked back.
Wu Yu put one hand in his trouser pocket and played with the lighter with the other: "I still believe it."
"… "
"What kind of expression do you have, I'm not a top student who graduated from a famous school like you." Wu Yu said with a smile: "If you stayed in the poor and chaotic border for more than ten years like me, dancing with witches, living Buddhas, and dancers every day. Great gods and little devils are mixed together, and they are embarrassed to go out without an amulet around their necks, you believe in these things too."
"… why?"
"Drug dealers believe." Wu Yu glanced at him as if it was interesting: "The more drug dealers, the more they believe this, walk around the most chaotic place in the Golden Triangle, ten drug dealers and nine believe in Buddhism, you are such a person who has no distractions. Of course people are the opposite."
Bu Chonghua was indifferent to his subtle teasing, and said lightly: "I don't mean it. On the contrary, if the murderer is really a fanatical cult believer, he is very aware of the religious meaning represented by the skull helmet, and he is strongly psychologically insinuated to kill." Sacrifice' is possible."
"Oh?"
"But psychological cues are included in ethology, and still belong to the category of modern science." Bu Chonghua said in Wu Yu's screeching sound: "I believe that karma is a kind of man-made, feng shui. The theory is the result of a combination of factors such as geography, psychology, coincidence, and group effects. But I don’t believe in ghosts and gods. All farce directed in the name of ghosts and gods must be full of human fingerprints behind the curtain.”
As soon as Wu Yu stopped his fingers, he put away the flames and said with a smile, "You people who have studied well, your speech is really good."
"It's easy to say, people who have gone through civil service exams speak in this tone." Bu Chonghua disapproved and took the lead out of the reception room. Wu Yu followed behind him and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, suddenly he just heard what he thought of Paused: "By the way, that Liu Li—"
Wu Yu followed in the footsteps: "Why?"
"Lao Shao's nephew of the anti-narcotics detachment next door is at the Heyun Road police station. They have failed to complete the drug capture target for this month. They want to take Liu Li to the police station and send him to the forced detention center after the incident. Do you have any opinion?"
"Ah?" Wu Yu was holding a cigarette to his mouth: "What opinion should I have?"
The two of them stood face to face by the window in the corridor, Wu Yu's eyes were blank, described as thin, a cigarette lightly dipped between his teeth, and he held a lighter yet to light it.
It was two completely unrelated scenes, but that moment suddenly coincided with a certain moment in my memory—
"You don't smoke?" Someone bit his canine teeth and whispered in his ear, every word was full of condescending provocation: "Then let me teach you?"
Bu Chonghua's pupils shrank slightly, and his face seemed to become a little strange in an instant, but before anyone could notice the difference, he took the lead and snatched the cigarette from Wu Yu's mouth: "Still smoking! How many cigarettes do you have? , Do you want the lungs! Have you had the milk yet?"
Wu Yu: "..."
"Go home and go to sleep after drinking, and come back to work at night to wait for the autopsy results, go!"
Bu Chonghua rubbed the cigarette and threw it into the trash can. He pushed Wu Yu into the elevator involuntarily, and pressed the down button with his own hands. With a bang, Wu Yu's lighter was empty, and he turned back to stare at him angrily: "Just your expired milk, it's so bad that it makes people drink it, you're almost done!"
Bu Chonghua said in his heart that your sister is overdue, you can still choose the milk powder for a bag of 200 yuan, your grandson is really close to it, so he impatiently said: "Imported milk powder is like that!"
Ding-
The elevator door slowly closed between the two, and then slid down.
"..." Wu Yu looked inexplicable, and whispered to himself after a while: "Yo, so it was imported?"