“Heartbeat 120 beats per minute, blood pressure 1165…”
"The police situation is okay, Xiao Liu will take him to shoot a movie!"
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Don't block the emergency passage!"
…
The county hospital was brightly lit, and from the emergency room to the front yard was crowded, like a market in the middle of the night. Several leaders of the Nancheng Public Security Bureau arrived. Liao Gang, as the representative of the business department, simply rolled and climbed out of the car. He grabbed the riot control team of the County Public Security Bureau and yelled for a long time in the yard. His subordinates, wrapped in the night wind, got into the door with a whimper.
"Where's Xiao Wu? Who saw our Xiao Wu?" Liao Gang casually grabbed a little nurse and gestured: "Our team's policeman is so tall and looks very young, and he can't beat a sullen fart with three sticks..."
The little nurse pointed back.
Wu Yu sat on the bench against the wall, lowered his head and kept silent, his thighs were far apart, his left and right elbows rested on his knees, and his left hand, which fell to the ground, was wrapped in medical gauze from the forearm. . The doctor was standing beside him trying to persuade him to say something, but he didn't respond, and occasionally shook his head, which meant refusal.
"Xiao Wu!" Liao Gang pushed aside the swarming crowds and squeezed past the corridor outside the emergency room: "What's the matter? Where are you injured?"
"Are you his leader?" The doctor's eyes lit up, and he immediately grabbed Liao Gang: "You hurry up to persuade him, if you come out of the fire, don't hurry to take a film for examination, young people are not at all Knowing to cherish yourself, hey, it's really annoying..."
Wu Yu raised his head and looked at Liao Gang with bloodshot eyes, who jumped in his heart.
- He is obviously still the same dull face, his hair that he never takes care of, and his sloppy clothes, but his whole body seems to be carrying a completely opposite momentum from usual, sharp, cold and condensed, from every pore of his body up and down. revealed.
Liao Gang subconsciously lowered his voice: "Xiao Wu, you..."
"What about the team?"
"The team," Liao Gang was taken aback for a moment, "the inspection has been done and pushed from the back door to the observation room. The internal organs were not seriously injured, and two or three ribs were cracked. If the observation is fine for one night, they will be sent back to Jinhai tomorrow. We've got someone—what are you doing at this door?"
Wu Yu retracted his gaze and said, "Ah".
"Did you hear, your captain is all right! Why don't you go to the examination soon!" The doctor scolded: "Don't be stunned for this leader, just say a few words to him!"
When Liao Gang came to his senses, he saw that Wu Yu made a "squeak" sound, stood up with one hand on his knee, and waved his hand as if he was muttering: "In a peaceful and prosperous world, don't be so squeamish, forget it."
It wasn't until then that the oppressive thing on his body suddenly dissipated, as if when he bowed his head, he turned back to the silent, docile, non-existent young man.
This extremely hidden change, other people may not notice it, or forget it for two or three seconds. But for some reason, Liao Gang suddenly had a strange feeling. He remembered what Bu Chonghua had instructed in private not long ago. It was mentioned once suddenly after Nian Daxing was arrested—
"Remind the newly arrived graduate students to show respect to those with the surname Wu, and don't go around for nothing."
"… ah-ah?! What's going on?"
Bu Chonghua didn't answer, he just pointed to his hand impatiently, "I don't know how much longer they have been in the police, look at the injuries on the arms and legs."
Wu Yu passed the doctor and walked towards the door. Liao Gang glanced at him in an instant, and saw that on his only exposed arms, the bruises had swollen into bruises with black spots, and the long bloodstains from scratching were still there. In the seeping blood, along the dusty elbow, the edge of the gauze smeared with the thick scalding medicine solidified into a shocking brown.
"...Xiao Wu!"
Wu Yu turned his head.
Liao Gang pondered for a moment, then wrapped his arms around his shoulder and patted: "You also go for a checkup, do whatever the doctor tells you to do, turn back..."
When Wu Yu just said he wanted to give up, Liao Gang said, "The team can't be alone tonight. You can also go and shoot a movie. After the filming, you live in the same ward as him, so that you can take care of him. Ah? Listen to Brother Liao."
Wu Yu hesitated for a while, opened his mouth, and didn't know whether he wanted to refuse without finding a reason or something else, and finally nodded.
·
It was three thirty in the morning, the darkest hour of the night before dawn. The lights in the ward were turned off, and the pale light in the corridor shone through the gap under the door. Occasionally, there were shadows stepping on by footsteps. It was the nurse pushing the small iron cart for medicines to walk away. Clear, gradually disappeared at the end of the hospital building.
Wu Yu lay flat on the hospital bed, with his eyes open, the distant light outside the window vaguely reflected in the depths of his pupils, and turned his head to look at the adjacent bed.
More than half of the infusion bag on the iron frame was left, and the liquid medicine was dropping drop by drop along the hose. Long and steady breaths came from the dimness, and the man's chest also rose and fell regularly, and he should have fallen asleep.
That was Bu Chonghua.
Wu Yu got up gently and got out of bed, without shoes, stepping on the ground with his bare feet silently, walking to the side of the hospital bed, looking at the familiar face.
The outline of Bu Chonghua is really deep, especially from the cheek to the jawbone, in such a dark night, it can show the range of light and dark. Maybe because he was still young, his face lacked the traces left by the years. When he fell asleep, his brows relaxed, and the cold sense of prestige dissipated, but there was a clear and sharp spirit.
The child who collapsed in a pool of blood and howled loudly, those terrified tears covered with dust and dirt, have been hidden under the indifferent elite face, wrapped in twenty years of perverted strict self-discipline, and solidified into sharp , cold icicles.
Wu Yu looked at him, as if he wanted to find a shadow in his memory from the eyebrows, but he gave up quickly.
"...You're an elite, it's not easy to be," he whispered in a low voice.
After a while, he made a concluding remark to himself again, and said softly, "I now agree that the surnamed Bu and Zhang Boming are two different people."
He seemed to feel very interesting, shook his head and smiled silently, tucked Bu Chonghua's quilt up, turned around and walked back to his hospital bed, poured out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the bedside table, and put two fingers between his nose Before kneading to taste.
At this moment, a cold voice came from behind: "Even this is not the reason why you can smoke in the ward."
Wu Yu: "..."
Every word of Bu Chonghua seemed to make the air in the room drop by one degree: "I'm already like this, are you still smoking in front of my hospital bed?"
"..." Wu Yu turned around calmly: "Captain, how are you feeling, when did you wake up?"
"It's not easy for the surname Bu."
"What surname is Bu, Captain, are you dreaming?"
"Yes, I also dreamed that someone said that he now believes that I and Zhang Boming are two different people." Bu Chonghua gritted his teeth and supported his body with his elbows, panting, "It seems that I am indeed dreaming."
Wu Yu touched his nose, but his Oscar-level acting skills were still unstoppable. He quickly stepped forward to help Chonghua, and put two pillows on his waist. As a result, the cracked rear rib was pressed unexpectedly, and both of them hissed on the spot. Bu Chonghua fell backwards in a conditioned reflex, and Wu Yu quickly supported it with both hands. The first reaction on the spot was - it's so heavy!
Bu Chonghua is not Ben Zhang's body type. He even looks thin when he wears clothes, but his muscle density is unexpectedly high. Wu Yu leaned on half of his body to barely stabilize his balance: "Are you alright? Call a doctor to see?"
Bu Chonghua couldn't hold his breath, shook his head, and slowly leaned on the pillow without involving the wound.
"Is it all right?"
"It's okay." Judging from his mouth, Bu Chonghua scolded him silently, gritted his teeth and said, "As long as the grandson who set the fire is caught, he won't be able to run for 20 years."
There are very few times when "the surname Bu" is so embarrassed. Maybe he himself knows what he is like now, and he simply smashes the jar and threw away all the stern and stern elites. Wu Yu looked slightly amused, thought about it and said, "It's okay, the doctor said you didn't hurt your kidney, don't worry."
"What's wrong with my kidney..." Bu Chonghua suddenly stopped.
The late spring night was humid and warm, and the hospital bed was dark and narrow. Wu Yu had one knee on the side of the bed. This position made the two of them almost beside each other, one was leaning on the head of the bed and the other was leaning on the head of the bed. The slight air flow is clearly felt.
Bu Chonghua opened his mouth, but stopped again, then turned his head to the other side, and scolded in a low voice: "I told you to ignore their low-level jokes, don't hurry up and take the pillow away, pressing the wound! "
Wu Yuxin said that you would choose a pillow for you. As soon as this person was injured a lot, he took the pillow and threw it on his hospital bed, and tucked Bu Chonghua's quilt up: "Okay, you still have more. What's the matter? Deputy Liao said, I'll be waiting for you tonight, and I'll tell you what you want."
Bu Chonghua thought for a moment, "I'm a little…"
He was about to test out that I was a little thirsty, when Wu Yu asked, "Can you put some water in? I'll get you a Coke bottle?"
Bu Chonghua took a breath, turned his head from the pillow, and looked at him faintly: "You think I'm Gao Baokang, right?"
"..." Wu Yuruo realized something: "I'll get you a bottle of pulsation?"
Bu Chonghua held his forehead: "I don't want to release water! Sleep on yours!"
Wu Yu laughed dumbly, got up on the bed slowly, and casually put the blanket around his waist. The dim light outside the window reflected his bent calf, showing an extremely thin and slender line from knee to calf, from ankle to toe tip; one hand rested on the eyelid, and the other bandaged hand hung down from the bedside , palm up, the blood has dried up.
In the room, they could only hear the slight ups and downs of their breathing. After half a cigarette, Bu Chonghua couldn't hold back and asked softly, "Wu Yu?"
Sure enough, the sound of the adjacent bed, which was not sleepy at all, rang: "What?"
"How's your burnt hand?"
"It's okay, I don't feel it anymore."
That's a lie. Burns are the most painful and most difficult to endure, not to mention that they are still hurt on the palm of the hand. A little movement will involve the flesh of the wound, and it will take a long time to heal.
But Wu Yu didn't seem to really feel it, and moved his stiff fingers: "I was in the emergency room and listened to the report from the anti-riot brigade to Liao Gang, saying that all the villagers who were making trouble tonight were arrested. My grandson may not be able to escape, maybe he is already squatting beside the radiator of the county public security bureau, tomorrow, one by one, he will definitely be tried, don't worry."
But Bu Chonghua shook his head: "It may not be that easy."
"how?"
"Have you ever wondered why he set fire to it?"
Wu Yu turned to look at him: "Want to kill us?"
"He wants to kill us, but setting the fire is only the first step, because it takes time to start a fire, and he is obviously not a local, and he does not know if there is a back door or passage to easily escape from this three-story concrete building. So he set the fire and whistled, in fact, he wanted to attract the cult people who often gathered in Gao's house, and then incited the villagers' emotions on the grounds of arson by demons. At that time, we were beaten to death with a random stick, and even the real murderer was not sure. An autopsy can be done." Bu Chonghua pondered for a long time and frowned: "This person has too strong a desire to kill us, and he is very careful and decisive, but I can't figure out who he might be."
Wu Yu thought about it and asked, "Gao Baokang?"
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he didn't feel the same, and Bu Chonghua said, "No. If I were Gao Baokang, I would have fled to the ends of the earth with a valuable human bone helmet, and I can't get along with the police. Besides, we are only one of the sponsoring police officers. Even if the risk kills us, the task force will not stop investigating the 502 case, but instead will invest more resources to increase more police forces, which will not be worth the harm. So I tend to think that the arson incident has something to do with the 502 case. , but the relationship is not very deep, and the other party's goal seems to be more like finding…”
Bu Chonghua stopped hastily.
- Seeking revenge.
The air seemed to be frozen, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the ground. In the dark night in the distance, weeping and sobbing, I don't know which ward is coming from the moaning of the dying and the mournful cry, as if the cold wind swept from a distance and poured into the tortuous corridor.
"... It seems that I have arrested too many people in recent years." Kuai Hui Bu Chonghua explained nonchalantly.
After a pause, he said lightly: "Next time we go out, be careful with each other."
Wu Yu lay quietly in the darkness like a long river, like a fish swimming with the current. A car galloped past on the road in the distance, and the light and shadow on the ceiling moved with it, gradually disappearing until it disappeared.
After a while, he called softly, "Hey."
"Um?"
"Don't help me block the knife next time."
Bu Chonghua turned his head sideways.
"Your meat shield is not worth it at all." Wu Yu looked at the ceiling and said: "You academics, you won't get beaten, you just stick there in a daze, and you can't avoid a single key. You can't guarantee that someday. I was beaten to death, thanks to me, I never had a girlfriend."
Bu Chonghua did not say a word.
"Think about your parents. It's normal to hug your grandson at this time. Do you have the heart to see you like this? You are beaten with a hammer and a stick all day long."
Wu Yu turned over, revealing a thin back: "I won't persuade people, you just listen, ah? Don't let those who care about you worry about it. Go to sleep."
The wall clock shone with an invisible luminous glow, and the second hand ticked monotonously.
After an unknown amount of time, Bu Chonghua said indifferently, "My parents died to protect an undercover agent."
"… "
"I'm not only here to protect you, but also for myself." He closed his eyes and said, "If you can't sleep, turn on the light and don't stay up. It's time for you to rest."
·
The next morning.
As soon as the pot lid was lifted, the steam was steaming up, which opened the prelude to a busy day in the county. The bells of bicycles running through the streets, the horns shouting impatiently under the traffic lights, the rolling shutters of shops along the street are pulled up one after another, the school bells are ringing in the morning...they merge into a torrent of vibrant sound waves, which will make the deserted and exhausted hospital in the middle of the night. Washed clean.
On the snow-white pillow of the hospital bed, Wu Yu opened his eyes.
The next second he rolled over and sat up, looking towards the door—
Xu Zuxin, director of the Nancheng Branch of Jinhai City, just opened the door, but he didn't step into the house, his hands were still on the doorknob, and his movements froze awkwardly. Immediately afterwards, his expression softened, and he beckoned that several leaders who looked like leaders would file in behind him. At the same time, he signaled to Wu Yu who was on the hospital bed: "Come on Xiao Wu, come and recognize some leaders - this is our Jinhai Municipal Party Committee Chen. Director, this is Director Shi of the Inspectorate Department, this is Deputy Director Wu of the Political Department…”
"Where's Bu Chonghua?" Wu Yu interrupted him hoarsely.
—The other bed in the room was messy and empty. The sag where Bu Chonghua lay down overnight was still there, but the sheets were no longer warm.
Several leaders looked at Wu Yu, neither yin nor yang, but no one answered him.
Xu Ju coughed, with a somewhat unnatural expression on his face: "Xiao Wu, lie down first, don't worry. The leaders mainly want to know what happened last night in Fengyuan Village, Gecheng Mountain, especially with the villagers. The conflicting part—nothing to rush, come on, take a sip, think about it, and start over."
Wu Yu did not take the glass of water. He arched up on the hospital bed, his back and thigh muscles were tense and stiff, his pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes swept across the faces of the leaders one by one. Nervous and undisguised resistance and vigilance.
The anomaly was really too obvious, not like a criminal policeman facing his superiors, but like a trapped beast that had been tortured a lot, leaning against the corner of the iron cage, full of hostility facing the approaching hunter.
Several leaders exchanged glances, and Bureau Xu turned to them and shook his head covertly, meaning that you have seen it now, and the vaccinations I gave you along the way were not bluffing, right
"Cough cough!" Director Chen of the Municipal Party Committee cleared his throat, probably because he was relatively young and didn't believe in evil, he took the lead and said: "—Officer Wu, right?"
"… "
"Xu Bureau told us that you are an old criminal policeman with meritorious service, so you should be very familiar with and very cooperative with organizational investigations and inquiries. We are not here today for anything else, mainly because... "
"Where's Bu Chonghua?" Wu Yu quickly repeated the question.
His eyes are black and white, and because of his pale skin, the blue and black eye circles are particularly obvious, and his lips are bloodless; when he stares straight at someone like this, he has a strange feeling of nervousness.
Bureau Xu adjusted his tone: "Xiao Wu..."
"I still have something to say to him." Wu Yu's lips seemed to tremble, "Where's Bu Chonghua?"
The ward suddenly fell into a stalemate. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they were all a little astonished. They didn't understand that it was just a private inquiry that followed the process.
The atmosphere became very paradoxical in the silence, only Wu Yu on the hospital bed clenched the sheets tightly with his fingers, and the fabric squeaked due to excessive force.
It's so strange for him to be like this. After a long while, Xu Ju finally sighed, before he stopped talking: "Bu Chonghua, he... He is temporarily... isolated."
As soon as Director Chen opened his mouth, he seemed to want to stop it, but he hesitated and said nothing.
"There is a young man named Gao Jiabao in Fengyuan Village, who was kidnapped by you with a knife last night. His grandmother called him Dabao."
"… "
"Because of his leg injury, he couldn't move. He was trampled on by the crowd during the riot, causing serious injuries." Xu Ju shook his head and said, "He died."