"... You have already come back alive, why are you blaming your superior Zhang Boming?"
"Public security officers always have to face sacrifices and trade-offs, which may be heavier than Mount Tai, or as light as a feather..."
"We are sure that Zhang Boming's judgment is not wrong, why have you been brooding about your superior's order for so many years!"
…
There are countless noises from all directions, chattering, near and far. Wu Yu was sitting in an armchair. Outside the iron window, the pale light was cut into several rectangles by the railing, reflecting the shadowy crowd whispering in the distance. Every note was written with worries, fears and doubts. The device flashed green in the corner.
"What did you tell Zhang Boming?" someone asked seriously.
"I didn't say anything."
"Then how could he suddenly commit suicide?"
"I do not know why either."
"Why did he suddenly kill himself?"
"I really don't..."
"Zhang Boming didn't have any reason to commit suicide." "How could he suddenly commit suicide after seeing you?" "What did you guys say the last time you met?" "Does Zhang Boming's death have anything to do with you?" "Does it have anything to do with it?" ?!"
…
These questions have been repeated countless times. Later, he even forgot what he said. It just felt like swimming in the endless black sea, thunder and lightning came down, and the tsunami was coming. The roar of the cold eventually turned into a sentence, piercing from the eardrum straight into the brain, and then from the brain to every inch of the body up and down—
Why did you come back alive
Why can you come back alive
Twelve years of cliff wire, 4,000 days and nights of fright, everyone should be overjoyed when this huge feat is replaced, but Zhang Boming left the world with a pool of blood in the end. How much secret is there between you
What was his death to hide
"...I quit, can't I quit?" Wu Yu hugged his head and just wanted to shrink himself into the corner of the dark corner, repeating nervously over and over again: "I don't want to be a policeman anymore, I don't want to be a police officer anymore. done..."
Please let me get out of here, I really don't want to see that uniform again, I don't want to see that police badge hanging above my head as if it's about to be chopped off at any moment—
Wu Yu's body twitched, trying to raise his head, boom!
The back of his head slammed into the wall, and the next moment he woke up suddenly.
It was a small closed office with no windows and no lights. There is only a single bed and a writing desk in the room. The TV hanging on the wall is in silent state. I don't know which evening news is playing. The changing fluorescent light is faintly projected on the four walls, which is the only light source in the middle of the night.
Wu Yu sat up, his headache felt like he was pulling a saw, he barely raised his left hand in front of his eyes, and found that the dressing had been changed and bandaged again, and there were bursts of numb pain in his palm under the bandage.
The gauze was well wrapped, but it was a little tight. He tried to move his five fingers, but the joint extension was not very flexible.
"…anyone?" he said hoarsely.
There was silence outside the door.
Wu Yu got up and walked to the door, pressing the immobile doorknob: "Is there anyone? Can you turn on a light?"
Still no answer.
The host's flat face flashed on the TV, with meticulous makeup and hair, and his mouth opened and closed. The evening news was almost over, subtitles appeared on the screen, and the fluorescent light made the confinement room even darker and depressing, like a lone boat drifting in another time and space.
Wu Yu was empty-handed, turned around blankly, and suddenly caught a glimpse of takeaway lunch boxes and tissue and chopsticks on the writing table beside the bed. He opened the box with trembling hands, and was caught off guard by the smell of meat. Inside were fried rice, vegetables, braised pork ribs, and mushroom-roasted chicken. They were still rich and neatly stacked.
Wu Yu raised his head and let out a big breath, then he threw the lunch box up and down, thumping!
The soup splashed all over the wall, and the meat and bones rolled to the ground. Wu Yu's entire esophagus was twitching and hurting, and he turned around and slammed on the door. Resisting the desire to vomit, he shouted, "Is there anyone? Can you turn on a light?!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Are they all fucking dead?! Can you turn on a light, can you!!" Wu Yu couldn't hold back his manic mood. He punched the door with his left hand, leaving four wet fingerprints immediately, exhausted. He tried his best to scold: "Fuck!"
He retreated back to the bed and sat down, biting the bandage on his left index finger knuckle like a vent, a bloody smell mixed with medicine on the nose, but it couldn't completely cover up the lingering oily smell of food in the confined space.
Sections of braised pork ribs were scattered around the feet, and some were covered with dust. Under the dust, the red meat was visible, and the white bones were the bones. towards him.
"Why don't you eat us?" he heard the little mouths ask.
Wu Yu held his forehead with one hand and remained silent.
"Why don't you eat us?"
"… "
"You're so hungry, you're dying of hunger, why don't you eat us?"
He seemed to have suddenly become very small, standing on the wasteland outside the village, surrounded by people crowding around. Looking out from the dry legs and feet, you can see that in the center of the crowd is a black cauldron. The boiling water steams out billowing white steam, making a gurgling sound.
The rows of burning houses in the distance have not yet been extinguished, and trucks are roaring back and forth on the ridges covered with black smoke, occasionally mixed with sporadic gunshots. The sound of the wind swept through the crowd, and there was a whistle-like whimper, not knowing whether it was breathing or sobbing.
"Who hides people, can you tell me?!"
The gunshot to the sky rang out, the crowd shuddered, and the suppressed hum became clearer.
"You guys are bold! You dare to hide people under the eyes of the owner, do you want to die?!"
Bang Bang and two more empty guns rang out, the whimper grew sharply, and was immediately suppressed by fear.
"Suppress all these bastards! Feed me!" Someone shouted in a shrill voice: "None of them are allowed to run! Come and eat!—"
Wu Yu seemed to be put into a low and thin shell that did not fit his stature, and his line of sight became very low. Looking up from this angle, the shapes of the trees on the edge of the open space were jagged and mottled, just like the extension of the ground. With a dry hand, he stabbed the iron-grey sky with all his might, and a large mass of things hung from the treetops, and the scarlet liquid was dripping down.
He tried desperately to reach the thing down and hold it in his arms, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach it.
He spent so many years tiptoeing desperately to reach it, but never reached it.
Although it was just a tattered suit.
"...Let me out..." Wu Yu stabbed his hands into the back of his head, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his chest: "Please, let me out..."
He stood up like a trapped beast, but he had nowhere to go. He wandered around the confinement room twice, his heart and throat were bubbling with hot blood, and he couldn't bear to kick.
Whoa! The TV screen was kicked through, the wires rattled, and the room was pitch black.
bang! The door panels bounced, and the wall ash mixed with cement rustled down.
Boom!
The writing table was kicked over, Wu Yu forced his last breath, and shouted with all his strength: "Let me out! Is there a motherfucker, I quit!"
The door handle clicked and turned, and was pushed away immediately. Song Ping, director of Haijin City Public Security, appeared at the door with several people: "What are you doing!"
Wu Yu gasped for a moment, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and his sweat-soaked hair was stuck to his forehead, making his face even paler.
"Look what you look like now!" Song Ping hurried into the room, pointed at the screen that was full of messy food and sizzling, and reprimanded: "Look, look at what you're crazy about here, you **** Is it a lunatic? Do you still have the appearance of being a police officer?!"
Wu Yu glared at Song Ping, his dry Adam's apple rolling up and down: "...I didn't want to be a police officer at all."
Behind Song Ping, Xu Ju, Director Chen and others stayed at the same time.
"I'm quitting," Wu Yu, as if resigned, staggered back half a step, and said, "I resign."
-I resign.
The confinement room was silent for a while, and Xu Ju was the first to react: "Nonsense!"
"Look at him, look at his temper," Director Chen said incoherently, his fingers twitching in and out of the air: "Just because of this, ah, because of this, look at his dog temper. ?! Must be seriously criticized, must be seriously criticized…”
"Old Chen, go out first." Song Ping couldn't help but push Director Chen out of the house door, along with the other attendants, and then turned to Wu Yu with a serious face: "What did you just say, repeat it again. ?"
Wu Yu gasped and laughed, sarcastically: "Repeat what? Isn't that what you want?"
"You are dreaming!" Song Ping said word by word.
"… "
"The suspect died, and Lao Xu took someone to ask you a normal question. Which one of your questions was wrong? The confinement room was closed for one night, and there was food, drink, TV, and a change of medicine. What is worth your grievance? From Myanmar to Yunnan It's easy to get you across most of China in North China, files to do, information to change, personnel procedures to be transferred layer by layer, security protection to be arranged one by one, do you think it's easy? How many people have paid the price to protect you? Have you looked into it?!"
"It's not easy for anyone to live in this world! Don't think that you are the only one who is the most wronged!" Song Ping almost angrily directed at Wu Yu's face: "If you say no, you won't do it, turn around and die on the street tomorrow, you Who do you think you have succeeded in taking revenge?! Only those who have protected you will remember you!"
The others were crowded outside the corridor, and no one dared to approach.
This is actually a very absurd scene. In the confinement room full of messes, the boss of Jinhai City Police Number 001, who is over 500 years old, glared at each other with an ordinary young criminal policeman.
"...You know shit," Wu Yu said with a sneer in the blood in his eyes, "No one will remember me."
Song Ping choked in his chest: "You!"
Wu Yu's gaze went beyond Song Ping and looked out the door. In the middle of the night, the corridor was empty and bright, with an iron gate in the distance, and the Criminal Investigation Detachment would go out and go upstairs. It was a very unfamiliar place to him just two months ago, but the strange thing is that now he looks at the stairs again, Every inch of the paint on the armrests, the pattern of every floor tile, and even every office door, as well as the desks behind the doors, or the figures sitting at desks or tired and lazy, gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Their time together was so short that no one would remember him. But maybe the elite surnamed Bu will remember that there was a man named Wu Yu.
"...Where's Bu Chonghua?" Wu Yu took a trembling breath and asked.
Song Ping was angry and didn't know why: "What?!"
"Where's Bu Chonghua?"
"You are not allowed to go anywhere if you stay here." Song Ping made a decisive decision: "No one is allowed to look for it, and no other words are allowed to be mentioned. You can stay for me and calm down for two days, and come out after you figure it out. They let me You are hiding in Jinhai for a reason, but I don't have time to dredge up with your little brat right now, old Xu!"
Xu Ju Dian Dian came in: "Hey!"
"Lock the door and send two guards. No one is allowed to see him!"
Xu Ju opened his mouth and seemed to want to persuade him, but in the face of Song Ping's once-in-a-lifetime fire, it was not easy to speak.
Wu Yu's expression was manic and depressed to the extreme, like a cornered prisoner, he raised his head and let out a long sigh, and then passed over Song Ping and wanted to go out.
"Wait!" Song Ping reached out and dragged him: "Where are you going?!"
"let me go."
"I ask where are you going?"
"let me go!"
Wu Yu walked out regardless, Song Ping grabbed his elbow hard: "I told you to stop!"
In an instant, the strong tone of voice exploded Wu Yu, he grabbed Song Ping's wrist with a snap and turned it away, shouting: "I told you to let me go!"
Wu Yu shoved Song Ping's throat with his palm, pushed him back a few steps with a split hand, and slammed into the overturned writing desk. Xu Ju was shocked, and before he had time to cry out, Song Ping stood up without saying a word, clenched his fist and hit Wu Yu's elbow numbly. Press on the face, boom!
No one could have imagined that Boss Song was so agile and agile, Wu Yu slammed his right cheek against the wall, and his eyes went black in an instant.
"Do you think no one here dares to do anything to you?" Song Ping said angrily.
Half of Wu Yu's face was pressed against the wall under the huge force of restraint. Song Ping stared at him at close range, gnashing his teeth: "I told you the surname is Xie, no one here is qualified to beat you, only me!"
"...come, come, come!" Director Chen's soul was scattered, and he rushed out all the way: "Come on, come! The fight is on!"
"What a big deal! What are you shouting!" Song Ju turned his head and scolded.
At this moment, his hand was abruptly pushed away, and when he turned around, he saw Wu Yu gasping for breath and turning his head away, bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and he said word by word, "...How old are you?!"
His expression was not an undercover criminal policeman, but a desperate drug dealer on the border. Song Ping felt a chill in his heart at the same time - at the same time, he was kicked back by Wu Yu, and he was caught off guard. Count steps!
There were a few cracks, and the TV screen that fell to the ground was trampled by Song Ping, and it was broken into several pieces by the electric light!
beep beep —
As soon as the jeep stopped in front of the Criminal Investigation Detachment Building, Liao Gang had not had time to pull the handbrake when he saw that Bu Chonghua had already opened the car door and strode up the steps.
"Hey, team, wait for me!"
Liao Gang hurriedly jumped out of the car and was about to catch up when suddenly Bu Chonghua stopped: "Secretary Ou?"
A chubby middle-aged man was standing in front of the duty room. Hearing this, he turned around. It really was Song Ping's secretary, Lao Ou. He was shocked when he saw Bu Zhonghua: "Hey, Bu detachment, why are you here? How are you hurt? Come in quickly and find a stool to sit down... "
Bu Chonghua raised his hand to stop him, and asked bluntly, "Song Ju is on top?"
Secretary Ou said: "Ah, that's not true. Bureau Song arrived long ago. He was separated from me. I just picked up someone to arrive here."
Bu Chonghua's eyebrows twitched slightly, but for some reason, he suddenly had a premonition in his heart: "Who to pick up?"
"pick me up."
—In an instant, Bu Chonghua heard who this voice was.
A young man in a silver-gray suit with a white shirt underneath and soft-soled shoes stood not far away, cut off the cell phone he was talking to, raised his head and smiled at Bu Chonghua, and reached out to him. Grip firmly.
"Meeting with the Bu detachment again." Lin Fang was still very capable, but there seemed to be a trace of worry and apology in his smiling eyes, and said, "It's a coincidence that we met under such circumstances."