click!
Wu Yu's movements were neat and neat, and he straightened the chin of the security officer with one hand. The severe pain caused the man to roll all over the ground, almost breaking free from Bu Chonghua's restraint.
"#￥%*￥&..." His saliva drooled all over the floor, and after a long while he managed to make up the syllables, but was interrupted by Bu Chonghua's stern voice: "How many people in your village believe in this religion?"
"Do, do, do you fall sweeping... "
Wu Yu: "He said not much."
Bu Chonghua exerted his hand: "Speak clearly!"
The security officer was strangled and rolled his eyes: "Sister, how many sisters, how many! How many sisters!"
Wu Yu: "He said a lot."
Bu Chonghua said, "I don't need to translate this, I know." Then he asked sharply, "Are Gao Wei, Xiong Jinzhi and his wife your boss?"
"Four, four, four... four drops, four of them are the leader of the team, and four of us are the head of the group..."
"Who is 'Teacher Ba'?!"
"It's not worth it, it's not worth it, I am the leader of four small platoons..."
"The Church of Almighty God has several 'pastoral districts'. Below the pastoral districts are provinces, then communities, churches, groups, platoons, and sites. A platoon has about 20 people, and several groups together form a church." Bu Chonghua told Wu Yu said softly: "This kind of cult spreads like a plague. If a family enters half a village and falls, they are probably almost there."
Wu Yu asked, "What should I do now?"
"Go back to the car first, and then drive out. It's not safe in the village at night."
Wu Yu nodded, and Bu Zhonghua grabbed the security officer's neck and pulled him from the ground. He said in a low voice, "I will take you out of here now. If you dare to make a sound, I will kill you on the spot. I am a higher-level public security organ. You don't have to be responsible for killing you, if you don't believe me, try it!"
The security officer glanced at the dagger in his hand, and was immediately scared to pee, and nodded hurriedly.
Bu Chonghua pushed him: "Go!"
The security officer tremblingly went to open the door, but at this moment, Bu Chonghua's arm tightened, and Wu Yu suddenly held it down:
"and many more."
When night falls, the stars and the moon have not yet risen, and there are no neon lights in the dark night in rural areas, it is truly invisible. In the darkness, there was only that flashlight slanting at the corner of the room. In the faint light and shadow, Wu Yu was staring straight at Bu Chonghua, his eyes were terrifyingly dark.
Bu Chonghua frowned: "What?"
"...you didn't smell it?"
"Smell what?"
Wu Yu's lips seemed to be trembling slightly, and he turned around the room suddenly. His eyes swept across the aluminum alloy windows with anti-theft nets on the south wall, the bathroom, the corner of the stairs, etc., and finally spit out two words:
"gasoline."
gasoline
Bu Chonghua took two breaths, the night air in the countryside was mixed with grass, trees and soil, and there was nothing unusual about it. He hadn't had time to distinguish carefully when the security officer turned his head from the gate and stammered:
"Politics-government, this door can't be opened..."
This door is not equipped with an anti-theft lock. The most primitive and safe iron chain and bullet lock are hung outside, but it has been pried open just now. Bu Chonghua pushed the security officer away, stretched out his hand and pulled the door, but it didn't move at all; he realized something was wrong, and immediately kicked the door heavily, the heavy solid wood door slammed, and there was a clattering sound of metal tightening - it was being The man was entangled with chains from the outside!
how is this possible
bee-bee-bee-
At this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly exploded outside the window. Someone was outside!
"How many people know we're here?!"
The security officer was really frightened: "No one! No one! I didn't have time to say it!"
No one knows who they are coming, who is the person who locked the door and whistled outside, and what is he trying to do? !
Bee-bee-bee!
The whistle was like a reminder in the dark night. It rang once, and hurriedly, pounding on the most feared nerves. In the village in the distance, the lights came on one after another, people barked and dogs barked, and in this chaos, Bu Chonghua finally heard the most ominous movement that he did not want to hear—
Whoa!
Whoa!
The strong smell of gasoline drifted into the nose from every window lattice, every inch of bricks, and then the whistle stopped. Two seconds later, a fire pierced the night from the window, reflecting in Bu Chonghua's unbelievable pupils—
boom!
The raging flames shot up from the four walls!
The bloody night of the nine-year-old smashed down from the void, gunshots, yelling, blood, and cries, mixed into thousands of hysterical notes, tearing the eardrums, and protruding from the soil like countless bloody hands, scratching. Hold his feet, wrap around his legs, and drag his bloody body to the ground.
Bu Chonghua gasped violently, barely took two steps, and released his hand—Ding-Dang!
The dagger fell to the ground, but he didn't seem to notice it.
He seemed to become smaller in an instant, trapped in an invisible cage and returned to the closet. Through the gap in the cabinet door, he saw the tragedy repeating at hand, and heard the sharp scream of the child: "Dad! Mom!"
The muzzle was already against his mother's head.
"Please say--say--"
Hold the trigger with one finger.
"Please tell me!"
The screams, the roars of pain, and the shrill cries that had no chance back then turned into countless steel claws and scratched bloody in his chest, but he couldn't make any sound, he could only watch the finger pull the trigger—
boom!
boom!
The wooden chair smashed into pieces against the door panel, but the thick door panel shook dangerously a few times. Wu Yu picked up another chair and smashed it against the door, making a few crisp sounds. Large pieces of wood shavings mixed with wall ash and sprinkled all over the floor like rain.
"Ahhh!" The chief of public security shouted wildly, holding his head in the black smoke. The conditioned reflex was to hug Wu Yu's leg. He pushed him to the south wall, which had not yet started to burn, and faced the cracked door just now. The place is a few heavy feet. Bang! Bang! The door panel kept collapsing and bending under the pressure, and finally slammed again and was kicked through a hole!
Wu Yu pulled out half of his foot from the hole, took out a splash of sawdust, turned around and rushed into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and poured water on it, wrapped it neatly on his thin and strong left hand, and returned to the door to grab the handle. The hole reached out and groped, trying to untie the chain that had looped around the outer latch.
But it was too late. The flames fueled by gasoline quickly spread to the entire outer wall. Although the door had not been burned yet, the temperature of the metal iron chain had already risen to a very high level. Wu Yu only had time to untie the first circle of iron chains. It was scalding hot!
"…!"
Wu Yu withdrew his hand, quickly undid the towel, looked at the palm of his hand, and silently cursed.
At this time, the fire was completely burning, and the indoor temperature rose sharply, making people's skin tingling, and black smoke filled the first floor, making it almost impossible to see anything. Wu Yu circled around, his sharp eyes locked in several directions like lightning, and the police officer who couldn't hold up the madly choking police officer pushed up the stairs and shouted, "Run!"
The security officer couldn't stand up at all, and the fire was shining all around, his face was distorted by fear and despair: "Help, help, I can't run..."
"Go upstairs! Quick!"
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, kekeke&*￥%..."
"quick!!"
"Help, help—"
It was clear that the surrounding temperature was high and oxygen deficient, but Bu Chonghua seemed to be frozen, his eyes, ears, nose, and nose were soaked in the sea of ice, and he could only hear the cry of a child from the abyss beneath his feet. The piercing resentment was so familiar. - I can't run.
I can't run.
Because my mom and dad are still here, I can't run—
In the next second, the embarrassed Wu Yu was reflected in his pupils, and when he picked up the collar of the police officer, he slapped him in the face!
Snapped!
The slap came out of nowhere and slapped the face of the child who was curled up in the firelight and crying.
"You won't die!" Wu Yu's roar more than 20 years later overlapped with that of the teenager in the middle of the night more than 20 years ago, and even the ending of the tear was the same: "Run, run!!"
"Are we going to be overtaken? Are we going to die?"
"... no, to live..."
"What to do, we're going to die, we're going to die! What to do?!"
"Run, to live..."
No matter what happens, you have to live, live to have everything, and live to take revenge!
The tongue of fire licked his side, and Bu Chonghua felt the hot stinging pain on his cheek again - it was the bloody palm of the young man in the void wiping away his tears, penetrating the bone marrow from then on, and scorching in the depths of his soul forever. imprint.
"...Follow me," Bu Chonghua gasped and grabbed Wu Yu's hand, "Follow me, come... Quick!"
Wu Yu raised his head hastily, only to see Bu Chonghua as if he had just woken up from a nightmare, dragging him to the second floor staggeringly. The walls were already on fire, and it was impossible to tell the difference between east, west, north and west in the deadly thick smoke. Bu Chonghua, just relying on his memory of groping in the dark on the second floor, slammed open the master bedroom door with his shoulder, and the twisted firelight outside the glass window reflected his face. It's not like a human being.
Glass windows!
Only in the bathroom connected to the master bedroom, there is a window without an anti-theft net!
With the hope of life in sight, the security officer's knees softened and he almost fell to his knees. Bu Chonghua picked it up with one hand and pushed him into the master bedroom. But just at this critical moment, there were a few loud bangs, and the whole section of the burning wooden beam in the north corner of the master bedroom collapsed, instantly black smoke rose, sparks splashed, and the hot air pushed them all out!
"Ah-"
The director of public security bumped into Wu Yu who was behind him, and they both smashed into the cracked wall. Wu Yu had no choice but to be a meat pad, and he was speechless in pain.
"Are you all right?!" Bu Chonghua rushed up and shouted.
Wu Yu's pale face was reddened by the firelight, and he shook his head and pushed the screaming security officer: "Quick!"
The poor security officer had not seen this scene in his life for most of his life. He really couldn't even stand up. Bu Chonghua dragged him down the ground like a bag, and rushed into the burning master bedroom. Pedaling broken glass: "Jump!"
"Help, mom, I don't dare, I don't dare..."
The security officer fluttered with both hands, and in the next second, his body vacated, and was thrown out of the window by Bu Chonghua alive!
"Ah—" With a loud thud, the unlucky ghost fell into the black smoke in the front yard, and the screams stopped immediately, replaced by a woeful ouch, probably twisted to the ankle.
"Wu Yu!" Bu Chonghua shouted back.
But there was no one in the master bedroom where the fire was jumping.
"Wu Yu!"
Bu Chonghua covered his mouth and coughed, stepped on the floor where the flames were bursting and rushed out of the house, and instantly caught a glimpse of the silhouette under the wall in front of him, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
Wu Yu bowed and sat beside the wall, covering his mouth with a wet towel with one hand, and spread the other hand weakly beside him. His blood-drenched palms were upward, and the blood splattered from his nails, leaving criss-crossing marks between his slender fingers.
Obviously not like that, but Bu Chonghua suddenly had some kind of absurd illusion.
As if he was just a phantom in the sea of hellfire, never really existed, and may disappear in an instant at any time.
"How are you? Injured?!"
Bu Chonghua was half-kneeling beside him, only to see Wu Yu shaking his head and stuffing his wet towel with him: "I'm fine, jump quickly, it might explode later."
"What? Get up!"
"I'll just rest for a while, and in two minutes I'll..."
"Don't talk nonsense! Come with me!" Bu Chonghua almost roared: "Quick!"
"… "
Wu Yu's face was pale and he didn't say a word. Bu Chonghua forcibly turned his face and found that his vision was a little sluggish. It seemed that at this moment of life and death, he was moved by a sudden flash of thought and was hesitating.
Why does he hesitate
In just over ten seconds just now, when he was leaning against the fire and sitting down slowly, what did he think of
A trace of icy cold suddenly rose from his spine for no reason. Bu Chonghua's complexion changed dramatically. He grabbed the wet towel to cover his nose and mouth, grabbed his arm and forcibly put it on his shoulder, and scolded his head and face: "Come with me! Come on!"
"Hey... it hurts, it hurts," Wu Yu covered his head and breathed in, "I just slapped my foot, tap lightly..."
The door frame of the master bedroom was already on fire, so Bu Chonghua hurried to the window, smashed the glass on the other side of the window frame, grabbed Wu Yu's shoulder and shouted, "I'm calling 321! Jump hard with me. !Understand?!"
Wu Yu swallowed his saliva.
"If you die, there will be nothing left! We have to live to catch those scumbags! Only to survive can we avenge the victims!" Bu Chonghua thumbed back the hair on his forehead, forcing him to stare at himself eyes: "Do you understand?!"
"..." Wu Yu gasped, and finally nodded: "I understand."
"Jump!"
Fresh air poured into the fire, and the flames exploded instantly, rushing into the night sky with a bang. In the dazzling sea of fire, Bu Chonghua wrapped Wu Yu in his arms, and jumped off the windowsill with two steps!
thump!
The two fell to the ground and rolled at the same time, staggering out of the ashes, and climbing more than ten meters in a row, the cool breeze came on them, and they finally fell to the ground.
"Cough cough!... cough cough..."
Bu Chonghua ate a mouthful of black smoke and almost choked his lungs out of his throat. He didn't know how long it took before he finally managed to stop coughing. He sat on the ground with black eyes and exhaled heavily.
There was a light click behind him, and a cluster of flames ignited. When he looked back, he saw Wu Yu lying on the grass with his back facing the balance, with a cigarette in his mouth, just lighting the lighter.
"..." Bu Chonghua touched his trousers pocket, "When did you take it?"
The three-story cement building in the distance was completely engulfed in flames, and the firelight outlined Wu Yu's deep profile profile, from the forehead, to the brow bone, to the straight bridge of the nose, the narrow chin, and the deep depression below the neck. The neck socket, the light and shadow are so clear and thrilling. Bu Chonghua saw that the corner of his mouth seemed to tick tiredly, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a long breath of light blue smoke:
"When I pushed that unlucky guy to you."
He paused and said, "I still want to take another good shot."
He laughed at himself, Bu Chonghua stared at him not knowing what to say, for a long time he could only shake his head and give up, both of them were somewhat relaxed and helpless after their collapse.
"In my entire life, unless the sky falls, I will never take your lighter again." Bu Chonghua said helplessly, "How is your hand?"
Wu Yu spread out his palms, indicating that he was fine, but Bu Chonghua reluctantly stood up and sat closer. He pulled his arm and looked at it carefully for a while, only to see that the bloody palms had been roasted dry, but the wounds were not too bad. Large, it should be because the wet towel wrapped most of the palm of the hand.
"Go back to the hospital for disinfection, and don't get infected when it's hot."
"Well, okay."
The physical exertion of walking in the fire is extremely astonishing. Their chests and lungs are full of ashes, and even their breathing is hot and painful, and they can't get up for a while. Sitting beside Wu Yu, Bu Chonghua looked at his long black eyebrows and the eyelashes that fell like wings, and suddenly said without reason: "You know, many years ago, there was a person who pulled me to run like this. Get out of the fire."
"what?"
"He told me that only by living can one take revenge, and if one dies, there is nothing left. Later, I kept this sentence in mind, and I can remember a lot of things in life, feel all kinds of happiness and pain, and experience the different aspects of life in this world. Such a meaning." Bu Zhonghua paused and said in a low voice, "If you die, you will have nothing, which is a very scary thing."
Wu Yu stopped flicking the cigarette ashes, his pupils tightened instantly, and his blood-stained fingers trembled slightly in the shadows.
He lay motionless on the ground. For a moment, he seemed to be unable to even breathe. After a long time, he opened his mouth amid the crackling sound of burning in the distance, and asked softly, "...Then you will take revenge now. Yet?"
Bu Chonghua stood up and stamped his trouser legs, saying, "Not yet."
He didn't want to say more, he stretched out his hand to Wu Yu and motioned for him to pull him up: "We have to leave quickly, the villagers who put out the fire are coming. The one who set the fire must still be lurking around, so let's hurry back to the car and wait for the backup."
Wu Yu took a deep breath, took his hand, and stood up from the ground staggeringly. Suddenly, his whole body jolted: "I'll wipe it."
"how?"
Wu Yu didn't make a sound or move. After a while, he suddenly turned his head to look at the dark night like thick ink in the distance.
movement
The explosion of the burning house, the screeching of the night wind, the swaying wilderness of the mountains and forests...
"Let's go," Wu Yu took a step back and suddenly shouted, "Come on!"
There is no need for him to remind him a second time, the two of them ran at the same time, but they stopped suddenly after not running a few steps!
The half-human-high weeds in the mountains and forests in the distance swayed from side to side, their rustling sounds from far to near, from clutter to neat and regular, and finally showed their outlines from the night—
That's not grass, that's people.
Hundreds of villagers slowly stepped forward in the shape of a fan. Wooden sticks and kitchen knives were standing in the crowd. Every face was flashing with indifference and vigilance. Their eyes were full of hostility, and they fixed their eyes on Wu Yu and Bu Chonghua in the center of the encirclement. .