"When did Officer Lin come to Jinhai?"
The elevator went up slowly, Lin Fang folded his hands and hung down in front of him naturally, and sighed: "I heard that there was an arson, I called early in the morning and no one answered, so I booked a flight ticket for noon and arrived in the afternoon. I couldn't get in touch with anyone, I thought something was going on, I only learned about the situation through Secretary Ou, and just came here in a hurry."
Bu Chonghua nodded and said nothing, before he said, "Officer Lin is quite well informed."
"Laugh, laugh."
The two didn't speak, the elevator dinged to the third floor, the door opened slowly, and Bu Chonghua made a gesture of "please invite first."
"Wu Yu's performance in the Nancheng Branch belongs to your internal affairs of the Jinhai Public Security Bureau. In fact, I shouldn't have come here." Lin Fang stepped out of the elevator and turned back to Bu Chonghua with a slight nod to express his gratitude, "But for a long time, Wu My attention and research are very important parts of my daily work, and over time it has become my habit, or a responsibility. Therefore, after learning about the arson case, I decided to come over in person as soon as possible, just to confirm. Safety, nothing else."
Bu Chonghua said indifferently, "Which aspect of security do you mean?"
Lin Fang paused, and the two looked at each other at the elevator door.
"It includes all aspects. Personal, psychological, surrounding environment, and whether you are willing to stay in Jinhai." Lin Fang smiled and said, "You are an expert on the front line, you should understand."
Bu Chonghua narrowed his eyes and looked Lin Fang up and down, just at this moment there was a burst of footsteps at the entrance of the stairs at the end of the corridor, and then the iron door slammed, as if someone rushed out of the confinement room in a hurry: " Hurry up, come quickly! It's not good! It's fighting!"
Fighting
The faces of the two changed slightly, and they rushed forward at the same time. As soon as they turned the corner, they saw that the door of the confinement room at the end of the corridor was open. Xu Bureau and the others hurriedly dispersed while shouting, followed by a bang, the scrapped TV The parts of the machine were kicked and slid out, and Ding Ling banged into the wall.
"Those knives can't cut you, the fire can't burn you, and a bunch of people jumped out of the job defense and attacked the police, you beat me?!" Wu Yu held Song Ping's front: "You are qualified to beat me. Where did you come from, depending on your official position?!"
Song Ping said nothing, hooked Wu Yu's wrist, and at the same time swept away with a thunderbolt. When the opponent lost his center of gravity, he grabbed him and punched him. It was a neat and ferocious counterattack at the textbook level. Wu Yu knocked over the potted plant in the corner, and blood rushed down his forehead!
"I can beat you even if I'm not a big official! Where were you when I died, and you were still breastfeeding!"
Xu Zuxin suffered a heart attack on the spot: "Old Song—"
Then his screaming came to an abrupt end like being strangled, bang! With a heavy muffled sound, Wu Yu, who was staggering, lifted his foot and kicked Song Ping against the wall. Half of Sen Bai's cheeks were stained with blood, and his four fingers were put together with a knife, and he stabbed it in the air!
"Wu Yu!" Bu Chonghua's roar exploded flatly.
Wu Yu paused, and Bu Chonghua jumped forward, almost grabbing his lower back in the flash of lightning and dragging him backward. Only then did Lin Fang, who had just woken up from a dream, step up and help Song Ping, who was gasping for breath.
"Okay Wu Yu! It's me!" Bu Chonghua forcibly dragged him away, and crossed his strong arms from behind to hug his head: "Okay Wu Yu, calm down, calm down..."
Lin Fang's first thought was: What a shit, you're going to be beaten to death soon.
No one in this world knows better than him what Wu Yu looks like when he falls ill, but then, all his feelings turned into surprises and mistakes—because Wu Yu struggled twice under the restraint of Bu Chonghua. Panting violently, the chest rises and falls, and the range of struggle has slowed down!
"It's me, Wu Yu, it's me." Bu Chonghua repeated in a calm tone over and over again: "Calm down, calm down... it's me."
"Why are you here!" Song Ping Qiqiao smoked: "You let him go, don't you want to resign? I have to teach him a lesson today!"
Bu Chonghua turned his head and said louder: "You also calm down!"
Song Ping: "..."
"It's alright, it's alright." Bu Chonghua let go of Wu Yu a little, and pulled his face to make him look at himself: "You're alright, right? I let you go?"
In front of everyone's eyes, Wu Yu gasped one after another, his nervous arrogance was suppressed a little bit, he finally closed his eyes forcefully, then opened his eyes and stared at Bu Chonghua, as if confirming his existence, he took a long breath and nodded. .
Bu Chonghua wiped the blood from his forehead with his thumb, and finally let go of the restraint completely. Wu Yu staggered two steps and barely stood still.
"Go... go get iodine and cotton," Xu Bureau took a long time to find his voice: "Go quickly, what are you doing!"
There was no one on duty on this floor in the middle of the night, otherwise half of the corridor would have been blocked. Only then did the secretary of the Nancheng Branch react, and immediately jumped up and ran out, so panicked that he almost tripped himself.
Xu Ju asked Song Ping in horror, "Are you all right, Lao Song?"
Song Ping's anger rested for a while. Not only was he okay, but he was so energetic as if he had just drank two tons of Red Bull. He raised his foot and glanced at the stairs where Director Chen was running down, and asked in a low voice, "Who brought that stupid batch here? County?!"
Xu Ju's cheeks trembled immediately: "It's not me anyway!"
Wu Yu stood crookedly leaning against the window sill. He was in very poor condition. He was blue-black and haggard. His black hair soaked in cold sweat stuck to his pale face. The blood on his forehead had dried up, and the bandages on his left hand were scattered. Lin Fang looked him back and forth from the hair to the heel, and gently pulled up his left arm to look at him, and asked, "Is this the burn from the arson in Fengyuan Village?"
"… "
"You want to resign?"
Wu Yu didn't say anything.
Lin Fang looked at him face to face and said softly, "You are no longer safe. If you resign, we will go back to Yundian. You know the rules."
The two words that can irritate Wu Yu the most now may be rules, but unexpectedly, after Lin Fang said these words, Wu Yu did not react too violently. His black eyes suddenly turned to Lin Fang's face Wheel, then slowly lowered his gaze, anyone with discernment could see that it was clearly noncommittal.
Xu Ju looked at Lin Fang suspiciously, and asked Secretary Ou, "This is—?"
"Wu Yu?" Lin Fang asked in a stronger tone.
Wu Yu swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple moved up and down.
Because of his thinness, his collarbone neck fossa is very clear, and the neckbone protrusion brought about by this action is very obvious. Then he looked at the ground under his feet, his head suddenly tilted towards Bu Chonghua's side, but this movement stopped abruptly halfway through, which seemed a little unnatural.
Bu Chonghua did not miss the unnaturalness of this moment. At that moment, he realized something—Wu Yu seemed to want to take another look at him.
This detail is like an introduction, introducing the raging fire in the dream all the way into his heart, causing the heart to tighten instantly.
"Wu Yu?" Bu Chonghua said hoarsely, "If you resign now, you won't be able to catch the murderer of the 502 case."
"… "
"And you can't catch the guy who poured gasoline on the fire. Do you remember his voice? You remember how he tried to kill us, right?"
-"we".
As soon as the word came out, Lin Fang quickly and surprised glanced at Bu Chonghua, but didn't say anything.
Wu Yu was silent for a long time, the corners of his dry mouth finally moved, and he spat out two words: "...Remember."
He was like the surface of the sea being flattened by some stronger and more irresistible force, and it descended like a manic and ebb tide, revealing a craggy, empty and scarred rocky beach; the silent, restrained and gentle shadow finally began to return to He gradually became a protective shell.
Bu Chonghua raised his left arm and gestured at him, Wu Yu hesitated, and took a small step forward after a long time. He was hooked by his shoulders in the crook of his arms, and patted one shoulder hard: "Tell Song Bureau apologize."
Song Ping raised his bushy eyebrows.
Several eyes fell here, and it took several minutes before Wu Yu said vaguely, "I'm sorry."
These three words are like some kind of signal, and something in the air is suddenly resolved. Bu Chonghua raised his eyes to look at Song Ping, then glanced at the dilapidated confinement room, and raised his chin inquiringly.
Song Ping was a little ruthless and a little hesitant, and everyone didn't dare to make a sound. Only Xu Ju opened his mouth and seemed hesitant to hand over a step, but he was afraid that Song Ping would go down the slope if he would not.
Everyone looked back at Misheng at the same time, only to see Lin Fang took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and glanced at it, then walked quickly to Song Ping, and called out respectfully, "Song Bureau, this call is for you."
The screen lit up, and the caller ID displayed two words, Feng Ting.
Song Ping: "..."
Song Ping's face changed a bit, he waved his hand to Bu Chonghua forcefully, and said in a low voice, "Take this kid away and watch it!"
Even Bu Chonghua was slightly startled, but Song Ping obviously didn't have the time to explain to them. He walked quickly to the distance to pick up the phone, and after a while he heard something unclear from the end of the corridor: "Hello, Lao Feng? What's the wind? blowing you up..."
"Let's go," Bu Chonghua whispered to Wu Yu.
"..." Wu Yu lowered his head, raised his left hand with scattered bandages and touched his nose, as if he wanted to ask where he was going, but he didn't say anything.
Bu Chonghua patted him, and that force led him to the stairs with him.
Lin Fang stood on the side and looked at Bu Chonghua and then at Wu Yu. He seemed a little worried, but he didn't say anything after all. He only looked at Bu Chonghua and nodded when passing by, and humbly stepped aside. After a half-step, I watched them disappear at the entrance of the corridor one after the other.
It was already late at night, and the busy central main road in front of the Nancheng Branch was empty. The doors of the shops along the street were closed, and only one or two cars roared past. Liao Gang was anxiously waiting at the entrance of the Criminal Investigation Detachment building when he suddenly saw two familiar figures appearing at the end of the main hall, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Brigade! Xiao Wu! - What the hell, Xiao Wu?!"
Bu Chonghua waved his hand: "This is not the place to talk, go and drive the car."
Liao Gang suddenly woke up and ran away immediately.
The parking lot in front of the building was flat and empty, and the night light was covered with a gray-yellow filter. Only the two of them were left standing opposite each other on the steps. Wu Yu raised his eyes and looked up and down Bu Chonghua. Not knowing what he was thinking about, he suddenly asked:
"They didn't embarrass you, did they?"
Just as Bu Chonghua was about to call the emergency department of the first hospital in the next city, he stopped abruptly. Countless flavors came from his throat to the bottom of his tongue at the same time, and he did not answer for a long time.
"… "
Wu Yu got the answer from the silence, nodded and said, "That's good."
He turned his side to the bright lights in the hall, and closed his eyelashes wearily, like the wings of a bird that had finally gathered after a long journey. The nervousness that was on the verge of breaking out finally faded from him, and Xie Qianshan, who had to cover up his fear, horror, and despair with spikes all over his body, finally slowly changed back to the Wu Yu that people knew, his shoulders slumped down naturally, and the blackness fell. The hair was messy on the tip of the ear, and the thin blood on the forehead went from the brow bone to the eye socket, and solidified on the beautifully-lined, pale and silent cheek bone.
Bu Chonghua took a long breath and wiped away the coagulated blood with his fingertips: "I'm late."
"I was a little worried." Wu Yu said succinctly, "It's not too late."
The jeep stopped in front of them, and Liao Gang lowered the window and motioned them to come up: "Infantry, where are you going?"
In the early summer night, the wind blew through the treetops and grass, and occasionally there were insects, and the sound was short and long. Bu Chonghua pondered for two seconds, put the phone back in his trouser pocket, and said, "Go back to my house."