"What happened to the boxing champion?"
The jeep galloped down the mountain road, kicking up gravel and dust along the way. Wu Yu was driving with a cigarette in one hand and a cigarette in one hand. He didn't react, and spit out a syllable from the corner of his mouth: "Huh?"
In the passenger seat, Bu Chonghua tapped the dark growth on his elbow with his index knuckle: "This."
"Oh," Wu Yu thought for a while and said, "It seems that he is dead."
"died?"
"I can fight, I'm very good at fighting. His boss thinks that he has face, so he always asks him to fight hard. In fact, it's just to show off, and one day he finally hits a hard stubble." Wu Yu said: "That's why people can't show it. That's great, you can't keep your superiors too satisfied, and the rafters will rot first."
He turned his head and glanced at Bu Chonghua, his eyes were teasing, and he seemed to find it quite interesting.
"..." Bu Chonghua saw the corner of his mouth that was about to be hooked and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. After a while, he let out a low sigh and said, "It's really easy for people to die."
"It's easy. They're all bought lives, with a price tag of several thousand yuan. Of course, he is so expensive, and he will definitely give his wife and children a lot of pensions after his death, otherwise no one will want to sell them in the future."
"Only a few thousand dollars?"
Wu Yu did not answer.
"Hey," Bu Chonghua leaned over from the co-pilot, "Is there anyone who doesn't want to sell it?"
Cars roared across the mountain road, and the railway line gradually faded away, replaced by plains and mountains, endless under the gray-blue sky. Wu Yu flicked the cigarette butt out of the window, and said casually: "There must be, there are aliens everywhere. If you go to Liu Li's hometown and ask if there are any girls who don't want to sell it, there must be some girls who don't want to sell them. A few thousand yuan is not cheap for people in that place, and heroin number 4 is only more than 300 yuan outside the border."
Bu Chonghua pondered and did not speak.
After two or three puffs of cigarettes, Wu Yu threw it on the mountain road outside the car, and poured one out of the cigarette case and held it in the corner of his mouth. He held the steering wheel with one hand, and fumbled for the lighter from the glove box with the other. It took a long time to feel it.
"How much is your life worth?" Bu Chonghua patted his back and asked.
Wu Yu raised his eyebrows: "Me? I won't exchange a thousand dollars."
Bu Chonghua nodded, and immediately took away the lighter: "Then you can smoke two less lungs for your precious lung, or smoke better, ah."
Wu Yu opened his mouth and the cigarette fell out: "... Hey!"
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The jeep bumped down the mountain road and stumbled on the self-built cement road that had been in disrepair for a long time. I didn’t know how long it took to see the scattered buildings in front of them—it was a self-built small building in a rural area, and the Fengyuan Village of Gechengshan finally arrived.
The sky has gradually darkened, and the smoke is rising from the kitchen in the distance. The village scattered on the mountainside is lit up with scattered lights. Bu Chonghua jumped out of the car and closed the door with a bang: "I won't believe your instigation in the future, I said it would take a long time at most, what's going on now?"
"..." Wu Yu said angrily, "How do I know that the mountain road here is so winding."
Generally, the police in the city go to the countryside to go on business. They must first take the formalities and documents, notify the local government and public security organs, and then be accompanied by the police from the police station under their jurisdiction. There will be a lot of trouble in the process. However, the situation in Fengyuan Village is special. The jurisdictional police station here is dozens of miles away. If you go through the process, you must delay here for one night; They said hello and asked the police station to inform the local security chief that they were waiting for them at the head of the village.
"Gao Wei and his wife?" The security officer is in his forties. He is said to be one of the few highly educated students in the village—a serious college student. His family owns a firecracker factory. , basically moved to the county."
Bu Chonghua flashed his flashlight under the increasingly dark sky, "Aren't you coming back?"
"Also come back, when the farm is busy and during the winter and summer vacations." The police officer said: "The two children go to school in the county, the older one goes to junior high school, and the second one goes to primary school; living in the school is too expensive, so they went to the school and opened a school next to the school. Small shop. Opening a small shop is better than slicing food on the land, and the money in the county is easy to make. They came back often two years ago, and they came back for a few months last year... "
"What about their eldest daughter?"
"Da Ya? Da Ya is also helping in the store, right?" The security officer finally found a reason to inquire about this matter, and hurriedly lowered his voice sneakily: "I heard that his Da Ya died in the city? In the village It's rumored, is it true? How did you die? Who killed it?"
Bu Chonghua didn't answer and asked, "Is it good for your village to worship God?"
"What? Lord of the Land?"
"What about God, Yahweh, and Christ, except the Lord of the Land?"
The chief of public security smirked and rubbed his hands together, with an expression of whether the leader has something wrong with his mind: "This government, you see what you said, we Communist Party members are all atheists, and we usually worship the Bodhisattva, the God of Wealth and the like. Then God, Yahweh Ah, those foreign gods we are all... ah! Let's just say, they speak English, it's useless for us to worship!"
Bu Chonghua was noncommittal and walked forward along the rugged path.
Many people in rural areas usually work abroad and only come back during busy farming or New Year’s holidays, but they still spend all they can to build buildings in their hometowns. Buildings are the face of the villagers. Dwarf head.
The same is true of Gao Wei's house. After walking to the end of the village and going out for ten minutes, a three-story self-built cement building was built on the flat ground at the end of the remote fork road. The aluminum alloy doors and windows and the anti-theft net were built. newer.
"His house looks bigger than others?" Bu Chonghua asked after walking around the small building.
The security officer shook his head vigorously: "I don't usually pay attention to it. It should be money made outside - oh, they are all from the village, and it's not much big."
Bu Chonghua nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "Go in and have a look."
"Huh?" The security officer was stunned, with an embarrassed expression on his face: "You still have to go in? But we don't have his key here, or I'll have someone smash that lock..."
Bu Chonghua walked towards the door: "No need."
Unlike the anti-theft doors in the city, General Tie locked the lock down the concrete floor and wrapped a few iron chains firmly. Bu Chonghua looked at the heavy brass lock in one hand, Wu Yu stood beside him and looked at it for a while, and seemed to feel a little troubled: "Now this kind of straight-opening bullet lock is not easy to open, and there are anti-theft inside. Pick up... Hey!"
Before Wu Yu's hand touched Bu Chonghua's trousers pocket, he was grabbed on the wrist bone by the leader of the Bu branch.
"… "
The two looked at each other for five seconds, and Wu Yu asked inexplicably, "What are you doing?"
Bu Chonghua stared at him for a moment with his indifferent light-colored eyes, and slowly let go of his hand. Wu Yu immediately put his hands behind his back and straightened his waist, as if nothing had happened, staring at the iron lock and raising his chin: "I knew I would bring a door-breaking pump, What should we do now?"
"… "
"It's okay, the party members and leaders take the lead, you kick it yourself, keep it-"
With a click, the tongue bounced, and Wu Yu's voice stopped abruptly. I saw Bu Chonghua skillfully pulling the two hairpins out of the keyhole, and raised his eyebrows at him, with a hint of teasing in his expression: "I've watched too many TV dramas, who still kicks the door now?"
Wu Yu: "..."
The door opened in response, and with the last dim light from the window, the typical old-fashioned northern village self-built house pattern was displayed in front of them.
The living room on the first floor is only half covered with tiles, and the other half is piled with wooden boxes and bamboo baskets. To the east is an old-fashioned Baxian table, a refrigerator and a brick stove. There is an electric car parked on the ground; the stairs are paved with bright lights. There are mopping buckets at the corner, and then there are the bedrooms, living room and toilet on the second floor. The toilet is a squat pit, and there is a dirty red chemical fiber carpet outside.
The third floor has not been renovated, and it is still cement rough, because the air has been smelled of mildew because the windows have not been opened for a long time. Bu Chonghua turned around with his flashlight, and the security officer followed behind him embarrassedly, rubbing his hands and smiling: "We are all like this, we live and decorate at the same time, if you have money, you can install a little, and if you don't have money, put it on hold. Alas! In fact, it's just poor to pay attention to face, it's all donkey dung and the outside is light..."
"When was the last time they came back to live?" Bu Chonghua asked.
"It's probably the Spring Festival. I lived and went back to work, and I never came back."
"Never come back?"
"They want to do business. They say they are from our village. In fact, it has nothing to do with this. The last time I saw their big girl was several years ago." The security officer glanced at Bu Chonghua's face. , and asked with a smile: "Your higher-level public security organs probably don't know about our situation here. In fact, it's useless for you to come to the village. You can't find him and his wife. If it's to investigate the case of their family, why don't I Can I make a phone call for you and help you find it in the county?"
Bu Chonghua didn't say a word, turned around on the rough floor, and went down the stairs.
The security officer followed behind him step by step, thought about it, and then suggested: "Hey government, how about I write you their address in the county? And the school of his eldest child and second child, now it's class time, If you go to their school to keep it safe..."
"Captain!" Wu Yu's voice came from the kitchen on the first floor.
Bu Chonghua politely waved his hand and interrupted the enthusiastic security officer: "Please wait for me for a while." Then he quickly went downstairs, and saw Wu Yu standing in front of the window behind the kitchen stove, his flashlight lit. Squinting to measure something - a bag of soy sauce.
"What?" Bu Chonghua asked in a low voice.
Wu Yu didn't say a word, and stroked his thumb lightly on the corner of the soy sauce bag, only to see that the numbers in bold were the printed production date.
The time was two months ago.
— "When was the last time they came back to live?"
"It's probably the Spring Festival. I lived and went back to work, but I never came back..."
The sky outside the window was dark, and night had come.
There were only scattered lights in the villages in the distance, accompanied by the long and sharp wind passing through the mountains and fields, and the half-person-high weeds swaying in the darkness, like countless ghosts and ghosts lurking in all directions.
Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu were an inch away from each other, they didn't speak, they only heard the light and suppressed breathing from each other's noses.
"Government! Hey, the government?" The security officer's voice came from the second floor, as if poking his head out of the corner of the stairs: "Can we turn on a light? This black light is blind and can't see anything?"
Bu Chonghua put an index finger on his lips, motioning Wu Yu not to make a sound. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket, quickly opened a text message and sent a location program, and said solemnly, "What did you say?"
"Can we turn on a light? It's dark and can't see anything..."
"Don't go, we came here without a search warrant, if you alert someone and go back, you'll be punished." Bu Chonghua said casually, "You stay and don't move, I'll go to the bathroom, come out and we'll leave, it's nothing. good-looking."
The security officer stretched his neck on the second floor: "Oh, oh—that's fine. Shall I write you their county address?"
"Yes! You will write with us in the car later!"
The security officer was relieved and turned his head back.
Bu Chonghua put the phone back in his pocket, and was about to whisper something when his body suddenly froze, and Wu Yu froze at the same time, and the two looked at each other.
"… "
Bu Chonghua grasped Wu Yu's wrist with a firm strength that could not break free, so he dragged his hand out of his trouser pocket a little bit and brought it up in front of him.
The two looked at each other for five seconds, and Bu Chonghua grabbed the lighter that Wu Yu had stolen, and scolded in a low voice, "What time is it, are you still thinking about smoking?!"
Wu Yu gritted his teeth: "When is it, you still hold my lighter?"
When there was movement on the second floor, Bu Chonghua immediately shut up, dragged Wu Yu into the bathroom without a word, closed the door with a bang, then turned on the faucet, and commanded in a low voice amid the rustling, "You will be when we go out later. Let's go first, I'm behind the police officer, I'll try to stop him. If something goes wrong, I'll be in front of him, and you should run in the direction of the parking lot..."
With his back against the wall, Wu Yu interrupted him impatiently: "Even the director of public security is covering them up, so I don't know how many people in this village are cultists. What if there is trouble, can you?"
Bu Chonghua said coldly, "You'd better pray that you don't have a chance to see if I can do it!"
"..." Wu Yu made a decisive decision: "You better return the lighter to me first."
"When did you remember the lighter?!"
"What if you are too honored to give it to me?!"
Wu Yu reached out to Bu Chonghua's trousers pocket, and Bu Chonghua pushed him out again. In just half a second, Wu Yu's elbow slammed back with a muffled sound, and there was no handle on the wall. The cabinet door was held down and popped open, revealing a small crack.
Wu Yu: "..."
Bu Chonghua: "..."
Most of the kitchens or bathrooms of self-built houses have a built-in space to place gas water heaters. It is normal for a three-story cement building to use a 24-liter tank. Not a water heater, but a concrete step that leads straight down to the ground.
Bu Chonghua's face was slightly tense, he held the flashlight in one hand, and just reached out to pull the small door, but Wu Yu held him down, and pulled out a very narrow dagger from the waist belt to signal him to hold it. Chilled in the flashlight beam.
Bu Chonghua nodded, silently pushed him behind him, then gently opened the crack of the door with the tip of the knife, and quickly took a look inside with a flashlight.
- That's a cellar.
In the rural areas of the north, every household used to have a vegetable cellar, but in this cellar of the Gao family, instead of vegetables, there were rows of bookshelves. These bookshelves are placed against the wall in a fan shape, with an open space of about ten square meters in the middle. Two chairs and several rows of cushions are placed in a mess, which seems to be specially used for people to sit or kneel during a meeting.
Bu Chonghua flashed his flashlight on the rows of bookshelves, full of manuscripts, CD-ROMs, USB flash drives, and videotapes, as well as a few projectors and wires tangled up indiscriminately; Look, I saw handwritten labels on the outer box, mostly with strong religious titles such as "The Word Appears in the Flesh" or "The Sheep Hears the Voice of God". Gospel Assembly Instructional Video 4.20".
"...Fuck." Wu Yu said softly behind him.
When Bu Chonghua looked back, he saw Wu Yu took out a thick album from the lower shelf of the bookshelf. As soon as he opened it, a large pile of photos were scattered, all of which were unsightly men and women overlapping each other, and the backgrounds were all of them. In this cellar!
The two looked at each other, and Bu Chonghua shouted in a low voice, "Arrest that police officer!"
He didn't need to say another word, Wu Yu rushed up the concrete steps, Bu Chonghua quickly picked out a few pictures and stuffed them in his arms, followed by the wind; the two of them got out of the secret door on the wall almost at the same time, At this moment, I only heard the sound of "click!" outside the bathroom door, followed by the thumping footsteps rushing out in a panic.
- It's the sheriff, he's going to run!
Wu Yu pushed the door with a single step, but the door didn't move at all, and it was locked from the outside!
Wu Yu scolded secretly in his heart. He took a half step back and was about to exert his strength. The next second, he was pulled away by Bu Chonghua.
quack!
The iron latch on the outer door frame broke free from the screw and flew out like a bullet, and the entire door panel was torn apart with a loud bang!
The security officer hadn't even reached the gate when he felt a strong wind blowing from the back of his head, and then he was banged by a flashlight! His head was smashed to the point of bloodshed, and before he could even make a sound, he collapsed and fell to the ground by twisting his elbows by Bu Chonghua.
"Help—uh!"
Wu Yu followed closely, and with one hand he precisely removed the chin of the security officer, and the screaming came to an abrupt end.
"..." One of them pressed the twitching security officer, and the other knelt on the ground and stared at each other for three seconds, while looking back at the broken door behind them.
"Didn't you say that only TV dramas kick the door?" Wu Yu asked in a hoarse voice.
Bu Chonghua stopped gasping and swallowed: "... This is called literary and artistic creation comes from life."