After ten o'clock in the middle of the night, the night market street in the center of Ninghe County was still crowded with people.
The bottle cap was pried off by the screwdriver, and fell steadily into the trash can under the counter. Bu Chonghua waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to change, and walked out of the convenience store.
"Handsome guy!" "Handsome guy come to play!" "KTV box 10% discount on drinks and drinks, get 500 back!"
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The streets are full of Yingge, swallows, dances, fragrant winds, and red men and green women are paired up. Bu Chonghua put one hand in his pocket, pushed away the few liquor sales girls in cheongsam with a cold face, walked along the sidewalk to the crossroads, and watched the streets full of people sitting under the plastic sheds of the open-air food stalls. Find a home and sit down.
"Two bowls of bobo chicken, a bowl of jelly with less spiciness, and a portion of red oil with three silks—" the proprietress gave a savvy wink while ordering: "Does this handsome guy have no girlfriend?"
Bu Chonghua was too lazy to gossip: "The jelly is packed with Sansi and taken away."
The proprietress immediately gave a comprehensible look: "My girlfriend is waiting at home - alright!" As she spoke, she was covered in the aroma of skewers, and walked away like a gust of wind.
Although Ninghe is the county seat, its nightlife is no less open than Jinhai. Bu Chonghua sat for a while, and then several groups of girls passing by looked back at him and looked up and down this young man who was sitting on the street without anyone else. Then jokingly slapped each other and walked away.
If it was Wu Yu who was sitting here, there should be a little girl who would take the initiative to talk to him—he does have that kind of slack, but he can blend in with the background anytime, anywhere, and will never make people feel abrupt.
Bu Chonghua didn't know what it was like, he swallowed hard and looked at the neon lights that were lit staggered in the distance. After a long time, another more desolate and heavy feeling came to his heart:
No matter how many people are willing to take the initiative, no one will be able to strike up a conversation with him successfully.
For Wu Yu, these young, lively and bright girls, who neither hacked people, trafficked drugs, nor smoked marijuana, nor even appeared in a black casino on the border, all grew up in another. A flower in a world called "Real Society". The soft touch made him intimidated, and the fresh fragrance made him resist. As long as he talked a little deeper according to the "real society" thinking mode, he might not be able to hold the skin tempered by the blood of the sword and gun. Can't wait to stand up and say goodbye, retracting into his dark and cold, but accustomed shell.
Even huddled in the shell to watch porn, watching porn that has remained unchanged for several years, and can no longer stimulate the slightest physiological stimulation.
A terrible psychological inertia like a pool of stagnant water.
- He shouldn't be like this, Bu Chonghua thought. He should be a hero who has returned with honor, attracted much attention, is surrounded by flowers and applause, and is admired and pursued by many people. He is still very young and pushy, so he should be promoted quickly. Maybe he will be promoted to the same level or higher in a few years. He will be favored by many people in the system, and he will successfully marry someone with a background A wife with a background and perhaps a beautiful background, living a stable and happy life.
If those who have exhausted their youthful blood and struggled to climb back from hell can only "live" like this in the end, then what are the sacrifices of those who died to protect them
Bu Chonghua closed his eyes, pinched the center of his eyebrows, and suppressed the irritability in his heart that he couldn't tell where it came from with a tingling pain. At this moment, in another open-air food stall a few meters away, a bowl of plastic dishes fell to the ground, followed by the harsh friction of tables and chairs: ..." "What are you doing!" "Ah! Ah-"
"Shout! I'll call you paralyzed!" A few burly men obviously drank too much. They grabbed the two beer girls and didn't let them go: "￥#% stuff, if you get the money, give it to Lao Tzu!"
"We didn't take your money! Help!"
"Hold! Hold!"
"Let go of me ah ah help!"
A man in a hurdle vest with a big gold chain on top of a jade pendant snatched the beer girl's pocket, threw it out, and was caught by his other brother with ragged jeans and jingling all over his body: "I can't drink. Drink! Drink or not! Drink or not!!"
"Help! Robbery! Robbery!"
Some people at the adjacent tables stood up hesitantly, but then there was a bang! With a loud noise, the man with the golden chain smashed several beer bottles in full view!
Bu Zhong shouted: "Stop!"
The man with the golden chain stared drunkenly, and vaguely saw that he was a boy with no hair growing evenly, and he roared while copying the bottom of the sharp wine bottle: "Who the fuck is meddling? Ah?! Who the fuck is meddling?! ” Immediately after that, he kicked the plastic stool in the direction of the adjacent table!
"Ah!!" In an instant, the entire table, including the bowls and chopsticks, turned over, and several male and female students at the adjacent table jumped up and screamed and stepped back. Bu Chonghua pressed the iron railing between the food stalls with one hand, rolled over and landed in the air, stepped forward and grabbed the golden chain man's arm: "Don't move, police!"
A few drunks were stunned for a moment, and then they smiled and said, "You are paralyzed by the police?" "Stupid, stupid?"
"The police are all my brothers, I ￥#@#@￥% you idiot..." The drunk man dragged the collar of this idiot who had "not even grown all the hair" and pushed back, Bu Zhonghua's brows twitched - the next Seconds, the man with the golden chain felt that his feet were light, and his whole body took off. He was thrown over his shoulder by Bu Chonghua and smashed into the collapsed table!
clap la la-
The golden chain man was instantly submerged by the table, tableware, chopsticks, and beer box, and the surroundings were silent for a moment, followed by several gangsters roaring at the same time: "What?!" "Damn it!"
Bu Chonghua didn't bring a police card. In fact, it was just out of etiquette and professional habit to report the house. In fact, he made a phone call and was ready to do it. He grabbed the scared beer girl and pushed it out. The crowd then picked up an unopened wine bottle, "Bang!" It smashed on the back of the chair, and the foamy beer splashed all over the floor.
Bu Chonghua glanced around from the corner of his eyes: "The police are on duty, stay out of the way!"
The crowd screamed and backed away, looking around, several people were shaking and hitting 110, but those gangsters didn't know if they were really drinking or were not afraid, and they jumped up after copying the guy. Bu Chonghua tilted his head and flashed past the flying plastic chair, and kicked the yellow hair who jumped first. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone slashing with a machete, and without saying a word, the wine bottle swept across, "Crash!" The sharp bottom of the bottle Smashed to pieces on the opponent's elbow!
The glass shards splattered with flesh and blood, the machete fell to the ground, the gangster screamed and rolled on the ground with his arms in his arms. There was a table full of barbecues that had just been served, and the iron sticks were scattered all over the floor.
"Fuck your uncle, isn't he awesome?!" The man with the golden chain finally got up from the beer crate with blood all over his face: "I must kill you today!"
When Bu Chonghua turned his head, he was holding a half-stained blood-stained wine bottle in his hand. His hair was messy, his eyes were cold, and he slowly flashed violent violence that no longer needed to be suppressed.
"Come on," he sneered softly, "to see who fucks who uncle?"
The Golden Chain Man jumped to grab the machete on the ground, Bu Chonghua raised his hand and swung the blood-stained broken wine bottle whirling in the air. fell down. Huang Mao, who had been kicked and flew out before, clutched his chest and screamed angrily. He rushed towards Bu Chonghua and smashed his back hard. The bench fell apart. Bu Chonghua didn't blink and grabbed Huang Mao's collar. , dragged a few steps to the side of the telephone pole, bang! Bang! Bang! Without mercy, he slammed his head against the concrete pillar!
"Ah!"
Huang Mao's head was bleeding and screaming incessantly, but he couldn't get rid of his iron pincer-like hand at all, and could only scream at his accomplices. The few underage gangsters next to him were frightened. Two or three hesitated and wanted to step back, but they heard the yellow hair screaming their names: "@##￥@, who dares to run! Be careful later. Just wait and see! #￥*(&—”
The little gangster was shocked and excited, and he fried the pot and shouted: "No, can't run! Go and save the big brother!" "Go and call someone, hurry up!" "Hurry up!"
Bu Chonghua's pupils squeezed tightly, and the secret and suppressed rage in his heart found a breach in an instant, grabbed the back of Huang Mao's head, and bent his knees and pressed his chest hard. The hundreds of kilograms are heavy and ruthless, no different from the center of the sternum of a speeding vehicle.
"Kill that kid! Come on!" The ripped jeans screamed while holding his head with blood on his face: "You little! It's okay to kill someone!"
The gangsters swarmed up in a frenzy. In an instant, Bu Chonghua lowered his head to avoid the swept wind, and the steel pipe "Boom!" If this blow hit a person's head, it would definitely be a sudden death on the spot, but the gangster's eyes were red, and he was still smashing while holding the bent steel pipe. Bu Zhonghua's empty gloves snatched the steel pipe with his hands, and he broke his wrist bone with his fist. !
"Ah—" the little gangster howled and knelt to the ground, and the two of them rushed up in an instant. Bu Chonghua picked up the yellow hair with one hand, and threw it out like a sandbag and smashed one over with a bang. With a muffled sound, one steel pipe knocked the other to his knees. Suddenly, the siren on the street corner sounded, and the police came!
Bu Chonghua glanced at the corner of his eye, and in that one hundredth of a second, a thug actually picked up the machete that was on the ground before and ran over with a roar!
Bu Chonghua felt the strong wind behind his head, many years of personal experience in the front line made him know that he could not escape, an evil fire burst into his heart, he raised his elbow and went to push the opponent's arm hard—
Just as the blade fell, the little gangster's arms went numb and his hands loosened.
Dang!
The machete fell to the ground, bounced up, and was caught and raised by one foot; the hilt of the rotating missile was held in Wu Yu's hand with a snap, and the back of the knife was slashed between his neck!
The little gangster's eyes went dark, and he didn't even hum, and fell to the ground.
Bu Chonghua gasped slightly, lowered his arms, and looked at him.
The constantly flashing police lights in the distance approached, reflected from behind Wu Yu, and outlined his outline. At that moment, the surrounding sirens, roars, scrambling footsteps, and hysterical screams all receded like a tide, turning into silence and nothingness; Bu Chonghua heard his own heart beat, from heavy to light. , changed from abrupt to slow, and was smoothed out by a strange and invisible force, and all indescribable irritability and anxiety disappeared without a trace.
"Is your way of walking too violent, Captain?"
A faint smile appeared in Bu Chonghua's eyes: "How long has your grandson been watching a play on the side?"
With a ding sound, Wu Yu threw the machete on the ground and teased, "I thought I could admire your heroic appearance in a one-on-one match."
"Don't move! Don't move!" "Raise your hand!"
The policeman from the police station ran down from the police car, walked in while evacuating the crowd, and pulled the man in gold chain groaning from the mess. .
"The guy who moved first is him!" The ripped jeans covered his head and cursed: "Damn it, he's still pretending to be a smuggler, and I insist on @#￥*&..."
The policeman said a few words and pointed at Bu Chonghua with a baton: "You! Come here!"
"you… "
"Don't fucking talk nonsense, where did you mix it? Where did your subordinate teach it? Come here!"
The policeman was about to pull, but before his hand touched Bu Chonghua, Wu Yu stopped him: "Wait, wait." He took out something from his pocket, unfolded it, and said seriously:
"Captain, I brought your certificate that you forgot at the hotel."
Bu Chonghua: "..."
Inside the wallet is a high-definition avatar, with three big characters "Bu Chonghua" written on it. The top is the national emblem of the People's Republic of China, and the bottom is the Jinhai Public Security Bureau's Nancheng District Branch. The policeman was stunned when he saw it, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "Oh, this... is this really a brother who is traveling with you? This thing... "
Bu Chonghua interrupted impatiently: "Who is your brother?"
Wu Yu is a conscientious little pony, he immediately took out his documents from his wallet and turned the back: his name was Bu Chonghua, his gender was male, he was the director of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, and he was a third-level police inspector.
Bu Chonghua threw the certificate, and the police hurriedly caught it, only to hear him coldly say: "Take a photo and send it to the person surnamed Wang in your county's public security bureau, and ask him to escort the suspects to Jinhai City Public Security Bureau in person. Let him be prepared to serve in this position for the rest of his life until he retires."
"You, you, me, this—"
Bu Chonghua patted Wu Yu on the shoulder and said, "Let's go and have supper."
Even the people in the food stall next door were running around, and the proprietress hid behind the plastic shed tremblingly and looked over her head. On the plastic table were the chicken, the packaged jelly, and plain three silks that had just been put on the table. Wu Yu picked up a pair of clean chopsticks and said, "Why is it so spicy, the leader will order two more bottles of beer."
"Why are you drinking so late, you're still handling the case tomorrow, don't drink it."
Wu Yu pointed with his chopsticks: "Then what are you drinking, health tea?"
Bu Chonghua turned the dark green glass bottle in front of him, revealing the huge Qixi logo: "Drink? Half of it?"
Wu Yu: "..."
Wu Yu laughed, he really took a paper cup and poured half of it, and he didn't mind that there was no steam, so he ate vegetarian three silks in a disposable lunch box, and ordered a few strings of kelp vegetarian chicken and dried tofu. Bu Chonghua sat opposite him with chopsticks and jelly, raised his eyes to look at him, and saw that the boy surnamed Wu was still wearing his loose and ill-fitting old man's undershirt. Under the dim light of the food stall's kitchen, even the tiny hairs of the ear canal are clearly visible; one leg is bent and the knee is placed under the other thigh, which is a very relaxed sitting position, like a young man whose heart is still intact, and his toes are still pulling the hotel. Slippers, with the frequency of eating, swayed in the night wind.
He actually looked very comfortable, and Bu Chonghua suddenly had such an idea for no reason.
He hides in the crowd, in the dim lights, the ovens in the night market, the crowded traffic, the lively crowd, and he doesn't have to follow Lin Fang's gang of people and bewildered snakes, and he doesn't need to be monitored and protected by prying eyes; he doesn't need to suppress Make yourself a no-nonsense background board, and you don’t have to be the focus of exposure under the spotlight, and you can’t know what to do with your head down.
The crowd had dispersed in the distance, and the gangsters were escorted into the car. The police did not know which car they were hiding in and were anxious to call the leader. As Wu Yu picked peanuts from the plate to eat, he looked back frequently and seemed to find it very interesting.
"... Wu Yu?"
"Well?"
Bu Chonghua looked at him and felt an urge in his heart. He wanted to ask if by chance you would feel a little bit satisfied with your current life, even if it was just a little bit? But he opened his mouth and heard his own voice, but what he asked was:
"Have you... have you thought about striving for a promotion, or considering future promotions?"
"Being a leader?" Wu Yu gave him a surprised look.
Bu Chonghua stared at him and nodded.
"Forget it, I'm not that material, and being a leader doesn't mean I have to deal with a lot of people." Wu Wei paused, then glanced at Bu Chonghua again, and laughed at himself: "I only deal with your leader. It's annoying enough."
Bu Chonghua looked at him for a long time without making a sound.
That's fine too.
He can temporarily hide in the protective shell, occasionally stick his head out for a breath, and take a look at the strange and strange world outside; he will not feel lonely and disconnected forever, as long as someone is patient enough to stick to him at any time A hole that may have emerged from the head.
"why are you laughing?"
Bu Chonghua said lightly, "I didn't laugh."
Wu Yu was a little suspicious: "You were mocking, right?"
"You read it wrong."
"… "
Wu Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at him. After a long time, he pointed at him with the tip of his chopsticks, nodded and decided, "I won't show you that movie."
Bu Chonghua scolded: "I didn't want to watch it!"
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The night market gradually resumed its liveliness. The overturned tables and chairs were lifted up, and a new stove of lamb skewers sizzled on the grill, causing a white mist to shroud the bustling night scene and changing traffic lights in the distance.
Bu Chonghua's cell phone suddenly rang, it was Liao Gang.
"Hello, team? Li Hongxi and his wife Zuo Qiu just came back from Hong Kong. Now we are being questioned in the bureau and have provided a breakthrough clue!"
Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu looked at each other.
"She recognized 'Mr. Ba', a sketched portrait of the suspect Gao Baokang's friend." Liao Gang's voice came from the other end of the phone, forcibly suppressing his excitement: "She said she had seen this person."