Jinhai Public Security Bureau Nancheng Branch.
early morning.
The Criminal Investigation Detachment, who had been busy all night, sat together in groups of three and five, and raced against the clock to smoke, eat breakfast, and organize materials during this rare rest. Intractable cubs, angry wives and increasingly dangerous hairlines, the large office is filled with a friendly atmosphere mixed with unified beef noodles and sauerkraut from Master Kong's old altar.
Bang! The office door was pushed open, and Bu Chonghua strode in.
"It's all recruited. The three-two-nine robbery case was done by these people. Meng Zhao went to the procuratorate to find your old classmate and prepared to stop the process. Two teams of detectives were sent to lead the suspects to identify the scene. Yang say hello. Where is the deputy detachment?"
Bu Chonghua pushed open the door of the deputy detachment's office, turned around and glanced at everyone, raised his slender eyebrows, and his eyes were shining like cold stars.
He walked this way just now, and wherever he went, magical changes took place in an instant: the mobile phone and newspaper were slammed into the drawer, the unified beef noodles and the sauerkraut from the old altar of Master Kong were miraculously swept away, and the hall was full of unmanageable brats. He and his angry wives disappeared like a gust of wind; in just a few seconds, when he turned his head, the entire office could only hear the click of the detectives getting up and sorting out the "eight police". The 41-year-old criminal investigator Detachment police Hua Meng sister answered with sincerity and sincerity while putting the handcuffs in her arms:
"Deputy Team Liao, he had a stomachache all night..."
Before he finished speaking, Liao Gang, the deputy detachment leader of the Nancheng Branch, ran out of the bathroom with his trousers up, snapped to attention, and said solemnly while tying up his trousers: "Yes! Yes! Yes! What orders does the organization have?"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Bu Chonghua is a terrible perfectionist.
Whether it was an overnight ambush, running thousands of miles to arrest people, or 72 hours of sleepless interrogation, his hair was always meticulous, his shirt was neat and tidy, his leather shoes were shiny and new, and his brain and muscle fitness were always at the highest level. At the peak, whenever you pull it out, you can immediately shoot an advertising video for the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau and broadcast it directly on CCTV.
The reason why he can do this is inseparable from his harsh and perverted self-requirements. For example, when he was first parachuted into the Criminal Investigation Detachment as the top leader, he personally took someone to investigate a serious emergency outside the country. He ran back and forth for three days and four nights in a row, and everyone could only take turns taking a nap in the soaring police car. , After returning to the Nancheng Branch, a dozen or so exhausted young men lay all over the office with corpses lying all over the floor. It wasn't until the afternoon when everyone woke up hungry that they realized that the leader of the detachment had not slept at all - he had showered, shaved, written the case report, sorted out the files, and even went on the treadmill to exercise for two hours. Go out to the procuratorate with the case materials.
After that incident, everyone was in awe of the new leader, because he felt that he was not human at all.
"It's nothing," Bu Chonghua looked up and down the deputy detachment, and said lightly: "Get ready to bring me to the detention center to mention the main suspect in the 329 robbery case."
Liao Gang immediately responded with the chrysanthemum in his hand, and threw the thought of sneaking out to buy breakfast to the sky.
"Also." Suddenly Bu Chonghua turned around again.
Liao Gang: "?"
"Your trousers are not zippered."
Liao Gang blushed and tugged at the zipper, almost catching an egg.
Bu Chonghua turned back to the interrogation room with an expressionless face. There was no sign of staying up late at all on that handsome face. The lines of the muscles under the white shirt were looming, and the dark blue police pants were worn on his long legs. As if he had just come off the runway show, he pushed the office door out in the eyes of everyone who was sending off his car—
Whoa!
Outside the gate, Wu Yu, who was walking towards him with a steamed bun, was caught off guard, and the soy milk came out of his hand.
Immediately afterwards, Bu Chonghua was splashed all over by the oncoming white unknown liquid.
At that moment, everyone in the Criminal Investigation Detachment had a word in their hearts at the same time: Quietness is farewell, silence is Cambridge tonight...
"..." Wu Yu was stunned for two seconds, hurriedly swallowed the vegetarian steamed bun in his mouth, took out a tissue from the plastic bag and handed it over: "I'm sorry captain, please wipe it quickly, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
But Bu Chonghua didn't answer: "What are you doing here?"
Wu Yu didn't react, and pointed to the wall clock on the wall of the large office—the second hand resets to zero with a tick, and the minute hand moves to 8:30—he came to work on time.
Bu Chonghua calmly said: "I said you don't use it anymore."
Everyone in the office didn't dare to make a sound, and the corridor and inside suddenly became quiet.
"Don't you understand? I said you don't need to go to work." Bu Chonghua was slightly taller than Wu Yu, looked down at his dark eyes, and said almost every word: "The Criminal Investigation Detachment doesn't need you, so resign yourself."
He is serious!
It was as if a bomb exploded silently in the deep water, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath. Deputy Team Liao and Sister Meng exchanged horrified looks.
However, Wu Yu, one of the central characters of the incident, was very slow to respond, and was stunned before asking, "...What did you say?"
Bu Chonghua stared at him coldly.
The two of them were deadlocked at the door of the office hall, and neither of them had any intention of moving away. The air seemed to have turned into a flowing ice ball, and the trachea hurt every minute and every second.
"That..." Finally, in this despairing silence, Lieutenant Liao forced himself to take a small step forward while his brothers were staring at him, grabbed a tissue in his hand to strengthen his courage, and daring to speak. : "I said... Infantry team, why don't you... wipe first, didn't Xu Bureau say that he will come down to chat with you when you are free today, or should you wait for him first?"
More than just "talking", since last night Bu Chonghua told Wu Yu that he didn't have to come to work again, Xu Zuxin, the director of Tangtang Nancheng Branch, ran to their detachment three times. That poor sphygmomanometer was almost overwhelmed.
"Let's go, let's go to the detention center first." Seeing that Bu Chonghua seemed to be showing signs of loosening, Liao Gang quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Come and I will drive the old man for you personally. When I come back in the afternoon, I won't be able to go to the General Administration for a meeting, come come come..."
Liao Gang pulled Chonghua's arm, the latter took half a step forward, Wu Yu walked into the office against the door frame, brushed face to face with Bu Chonghua, and for a moment the tip of their noses were almost pressed together.
Wu Yu lowered his eyes, and Bu Chonghua stared at his drooping eyelashes, and said softly, "I don't need someone like you who steps in to work and mess around. When I come back at noon, you can go by yourself, understand?"
A strange look flashed across Wu Yu's eyes, and he couldn't tell whether it was mocking or self-deprecating, but he immediately concealed it.
He said respectfully: "I'm sorry captain, I won't dare next time."
Just this simple sentence, like a sizzling flame, instantly blasted Bu Chonghua's pile of explosives to the top!
With a whimper, Liao Gang didn't even have time to pull, only to see Bu Chonghua break free, grab Wu Yu by the collar, cross the corridor in three steps, open the door of the pantry, and slap Wu Yu hard. Push in.
Liao Gang lost his voice: "Step—"
Boom!
The door was slammed down by Bu Chonghua's backhand. The loud noise shook the ground as if shaking, and the intern screamed in fright, "Ow!"
Wu Yu staggered two steps and stood firm, almost not hitting the wall, and was immediately picked up by Bu Chonghua: "Did you think that the day you first arrived, I said that the criminal investigation field service is not a place for anyone to use as a springboard to brush their qualifications? Are you kidding?"
Bu Chonghua's face was filled with a strong sense of icy oppression at close range, and the strength of his hands was really not covered. The neckline of Wu Yu's old T-shirt was pinched to death, so that he couldn't speak for a while.
"Go to get off work every day, leave work early, never work overtime, clock in to handle cases, the detachment pays such a high salary for the field workers to invite you to retire? Tell you Wu Yu, as long as it is in Jinhai City, no matter how hard your relationship is, it's up to me. It's useless, it's time to get out of the way, do you understand?!"
Wu Yu coughed a few times, then put one hand on Bu Chonghua's arm, reluctantly showing weakness: "Captain, calm down..."
Bu Chonghua was so angry that he slammed his whole body against the wall of the pantry without thinking, and roared, "Do you understand!"
"…!!"
Last night's injured back slammed into the wall with tremendous force. Wu Yu only felt that his brain was blank. I don't know if it took a few seconds or a few minutes, the dull pain was like a hammer smashing through the chest cavity, and the blood was connected to the spinal nerves. With foam, he rushed to the Tianling cover.
He didn't even realize that he had already fallen forward, and it was all because of Bu Chonghua's arms that he didn't fall to his knees. After a while, he heard someone ask in his ear, "... Wu Yu... Wu Yu? What's the matter with you? ?say!… "
Bu Chonghua was just about to get bad. His first reaction was actually that this person must be taking the opportunity to touch porcelain, and then he found out that it was really not true, otherwise this kid's looks and acting skills would not have to be in the police force at all.
Is it that fragile? This kid doesn't have any old illness to come to the police for treatment at public expense, right
"Hey, are you alright?" Bu Chonghua hugged Wu Yu's upper body with one hand, patted his face but didn't respond, pulled his chin forcefully, only to see half of his face turned pale and blue, cold sweat. His hair drenched his ears, and his trembling lips were speechless. Bu Chonghua's heart sank, knowing that it was not good, he immediately turned his head and shouted at the closed door: "Hey! Come on someone! Quick!"
- Silence outside the door.
Everyone knew that Bu Chonghua was furious, and the entire detachment was hiding in the large office at the other end of the corridor.
Bu Chonghua cursed silently in his heart, afraid that his back ribs would be broken, and he didn't dare to let Wu Yu lean back against the wall. Looking at the washed loose white T-shirt, he suddenly took a breath—
Wu Yu's frame was narrow, his shoulders and backs were very thin, but he was as thin and neat as a whip. From the back of his heart to the end of his ribs, his flesh as wide as two palms was completely bruised and purple, and the black blood coagulated under his skin, at first glance. Simply startling.
And if you look further up, you can see that there is something on the skin of the back of his neck to the right shoulder blade that will never appear on public officials, especially criminal police: tattoos.
It is a light-ink flying bird with its neck facing the sky and fluttering its wings.
The public security system has a very strict physical examination, and even the scars left after the tattoos are removed by surgery are not allowed. How did he get such a large tattoo
Bu Chonghua's gaze couldn't help but stay on the tattooed bird for half a second - the bird's unusual posture when it flew, suddenly made him feel a strange feeling in his heart.
At this moment, Wu Yu finally took a breath from the severe pain, gritted his teeth against the wall, broke free from Bu Chonghua's arm, and picked up his collar!
Wu Yu is usually a person who only keeps his head down and seems to have no temper at all, but at this moment, his eyelashes were soaked with cold sweat and were particularly dark, and Sen Han's bloodshot eyes were fixed on Bu Chonghua's face, some kind of expression. The bursting emotions were finally uncontrollable, and broke through the cage of repression:
"Did you think that I really put a lot of attention on academic leaders like you—"
The pantry door opened in response.
"Bu Chonghua, I've been looking for you for most of the night... What the hell are you two doing?!"
The two turned their heads at the same time, facing the stunned Director Xu Zuxin.
There was silence all around, and then I only heard:
"Sorry for the team." Wu Yu returned to his usual state of forbearance and honesty in just a short moment, as if his face changed, and bowed his head to admit his mistake: "I shouldn't have left early, and I won't dare next time."
Bu Chonghua: "..."
In the small space, the two of them had messy hair, disheveled clothes, and leaned against the wall tightly against each other. The old T-shirt on Wu Yu's body, which was placed on the floor for two dollars, didn't seem like anyone wanted it. A small piece of pale narrow waist did not fit into the dark blue police trousers; although Bu Chonghua's shirt was well caught in the belt, there was obviously a large wet spot in the crotch. A circle of white stains was found around the edge of the wet track, which seemed to be living evidence of indecent assault.
Xu Ju raised his fingers like a convulsion, and after a while he said:
"You two can't be separated from me soon!"
Bu Chonghua: "..."
Bu Chonghua had blue veins protruding on his forehead and took a half step back.
"Look at you, look at you? I'll make it for Lao Tzu!" Xu Ju glared at Bu Chonghua with a horrific expression, then turned to Wu Yu, forcing himself to change into a more restrained tone: "Who's family? There is an urgent matter, but don’t leave early next time, you have to make up the slip-get it wrong?”
Wu Yu said meekly, "I see."
Before Bu Chonghua could open his mouth, Xu Ju immediately shouted: "Stop! He said he knew it was wrong!"
"..."
Xu Ju threw the two of them off like a chick: "Don't use your Criminal Investigation Detachment's theory that not working overtime means not working to beep me, the Caiying District Police Station just reported a suspected vicious murder case, and the specific case has been released. Liao Gang, your second child, shut up for me and go out to handle the case!"
Although Xu Ju was usually a very easy-going and talkative old man, he would roar if he really irritated him.
Caiying District is at the very edge of the Nancheng Sub-bureau's jurisdiction, and its jurisdiction covers a large area of urban-rural junctions. It has always been one of the areas with poor public security management. The elder of their police station, Zhao, is an old teammate of Xu Ju who went to the mountains and the countryside. According to Xu Ju’s meaning, Lao Zhao has no credit or hard work for so many years. It's a step up; but if there is a vicious murder case, the career of the old teammates, let alone rushing up, is still hanging in the balance.
"Malignant." Bu Chonghua quickly looked down at the reporter's record and frowned: "No, the body of the suspected victim was found, a female body, the age was initially determined to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. It is said that the time of death was a day and a half ago. It is found that factors such as robbery, rape or large-scale social public opinion influence... Although it is a minor, why is it considered malignant if the number of deaths is less than three?"
As the elevator descended floor by floor, Bureau Xu said in a deep voice, "Because the reporter said that he witnessed the murder with his own eyes."
Bu Chonghua frowned.
"He said he saw that the murderer was a dead body crawling out of the river."
The elevator stopped descending, the door slowly opened, and Bureau Xu patted Bu Chonghua on the shoulder, "Although your kid often blames theories one after another, but you are indeed the number one in solving the case. Your Uncle Song promised to solve the case for a week at the Municipal Party Committee. The military order, whether our face in the Nancheng area can be preserved is up to you."
"Uncle Song" is none other than Song Ping, deputy mayor of Jinhai City and director of the Public Security Bureau, and the boss of the police number 001.
Bu Chonghua snorted, lifted his feet and walked out of the elevator, and suddenly heard another voice from Xu Ju from behind: "—Hey, wait!"
Bu Chonghua turned his head.
"I know you are capable and look down on those who go through the back door, but this guy named Wu Yu didn't mess around in the team with the background of the municipal party committee. They just find a place to work and get paid, and they are very docile and tolerant towards you, so why bother? Do you have to drive people away immediately?"
docile... forbearance...
Bureau Xu probably saw Bu Chonghua's expression, and hurriedly added: "Even if you want to drive away, you can't be in a hurry - just think of your Uncle Song's face at the municipal party committee, don't you think?"
Xu Ju waited eagerly for a long time, and Bu Chonghua finally spit out a few words: "I see."
He turned back and walked out, but Xu Ju said coldly, "Hello!"
"?"
The elevator door was about to close, and Xu Ju was standing inside, hesitating to say anything, and finally couldn't help it at the last moment before the elevator went up:
"Wipe your crotch!"
Bu Chonghua: "..."
The elevator dinged shut and ascended in an indescribably delicate atmosphere.
"Brother Hua, he's not a bad guy, huh? His temper is just a bit—"
Wu Yu said honestly, "I know, Brother Liao."
In front of the Criminal Investigation Detachment Building, Liao Gang stood beside the police car and lit a cigarette. He took out another and handed it to Wu Yu. He lit it for him with his own hands, and said sincerely: "—Yes, it's good that you know. But in fact Brother Hua's sex is related to his family history. His family's situation is more complicated, and everyone doesn't like to mention it. It's no wonder that the newcomer you just arrived doesn't know about it. There will be opportunities in the future... Oh step team!"
As soon as Liao Gang turned his head, Bu Chonghua quickly walked down the steps of the building, frowning and said, "What are you talking about here? Near Xiaogang Village, Silihe, Caiying District, where the crime happened, the forensic doctor from the local police station is already on his way. Liao Gang went to the technical team to inform Pharaoh that there are several surveys, and let's go!"
Liao Gang hurried off in small steps, and a dozen people in the open space responded in unison, and got into several cars separately.
Wu Yu was leaning against the black door of the police SUV, with one hand in his trouser pocket and a cigarette in the other, a white T-shirt tucked in a corner of his police pants, and a pair of dusty training boots on his feet. Bu Chonghua suddenly stopped in front of him, looked him up and down, and asked, "Are you alright?"
Wu Yu lowered his head and replied, "It's okay, thank you, Captain."
He returned to his old way of being half-dead and half-dead when it sounded good, and it seemed that he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.
Bu Chonghua suddenly realized that the only few minutes when the two confronted each other in the tea room was the only time Wu Yu showed true emotions—although it was probably just because there was no one around, so he could turn his face whenever he wanted to without any scruples. . The rage seemed to be gushing out from the magma that was pressing deep into the ground, and it quickly cooled down in a blink of an eye, perfectly converging into a hard and silent basalt.
But why
What is the reason for a person to hide his true anger and injustice by acting skills, and how long can he endure it
Bu Chonghua opened his mouth, paused again, took out something from his pocket and threw it involuntarily: "Since it's all right, show up with me and get in the car."
Wu Yu caught it off guard and looked at the car key: "—Huh?"
"Drive." Bu Chonghua asked back, "Otherwise I'll be your driver?"
Wu Yu's back probably still hurts a lot, as can be seen from his standing posture. But he endured it, didn't say anything, took the car key and turned to the driver's seat, only to hear Bu Chonghua say from behind: "Hello!"
Wu Yu turned his head.
"It's not good for your health to put out the cigarette." Bu Zhonghua paused and calmly added the real reason: "And I don't smoke, so the driver is not allowed to smoke when I'm in the car."
Wu Yu lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face.
Bu Chonghua calmly waited for his response, only to see him raise his head after a while, clenching his canine teeth tightly, and a smile slowly emerged from the bottom of his eyes to the corner of his lips.
Bu Chonghua was startled.
When Wu Yu was not smiling, every detail of his facial features seemed to grow according to a ruler, his eyebrows, eyes, lips and nose were free of any flaws, just like a standard statue teaching material, and he was humble and gentle like a mask; but he looked at people like this. With a smile, the curvature of the corners of his lips was very beautiful, as if a rigid stone sculpture suddenly came to life.
"You don't smoke," he said with a light smile through gritted teeth, "Then I teach you?"
Then he lowered his head and took a deep breath. Seeing that there was no one around, he suddenly approached and placed Bu Chonghua's left shoulder, and sprayed the puff of smoke from the gap between his lips into his right ear.
"..." At that moment, Bu Chonghua almost felt Wu Yu's cool lips on his auricles. He stood there, as if he was frozen, all the muscles in his body were tense.
But then Wu Yu let go of his hand and took a big step back, staring at him with his black and white eyes, slammed the cigarette on the stair railing heavily, and got in the car and slammed the door.