At eight o'clock in the morning, the alarm on the mobile phone suddenly rang, and Wu Yu rubbed like a spring! Just sit up.
The guest bedroom is spacious and bright, and outside the floor-to-ceiling curtains is the clear sunshine of early summer. The snow-white fluffy quilt and pillows on the double bed exuded a clean breath. Wu Yu sat on the bed for a few seconds and yawned long, realizing where it was - Bu Chonghua's house.
It was very late last night when he escorted the leader home, so after careful consideration, the leader decided to take a half-day break this morning, which was warmly supported and supported by his subordinates.
Wu Yu lazily went to the bathroom attached to the guest bedroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face, put on the T-shirt and jeans he had left at Bu Chonghua's house last time, and went downstairs with a crackle. Before he reached the first floor, he heard someone entering the house at the entrance downstairs, closed the door with his backhand, and then Bu Chonghua appeared in the living room carrying breakfast.
"Awake? Come down for breakfast."
Bu Chonghua obviously just came back from a morning run, wearing a pair of Bluetooth earmuffs around his neck, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and shorts, and a pair of sneakers that are a bit old and don't recognize the brand, but somehow look good. He is at least 1.86 or 87. This height stretches the leg line very long, probably because of his research on fitness, the leg muscles are well exercised, and the overall feeling is like a police academy who has just participated in a sports meeting. College Students.
With sleepy eyes, Wu Yu pulled out the high stool by the kitchen bar and climbed up to sit down: "Aren't you sleepy when you get up so early every day to go for a run?"
"got used to."
Wu Yu nodded and muttered two words silently. Judging by the shape of his mouth, it seemed to be: "Brilliant!"
"I am more curious about you." Bu Chonghua took the steamed buns and soy milk out of the plastic bag and put them in place, and said, "You look so good at fighting, you don't train or exercise every day, how can you keep it up?"
"Don't keep it."
"… "
"I'm barely half of what I used to be now," Wu Yu said, "Forget it, let the glorious history of the past pass away with time. I decided to obey the arrangement of the years, eat and drink. Drink, it's time to get fat and fat, and strive to be an uncle who grows up on the sofa after coming home from get off work every day, and slowly becomes round and silent."
He picked up a bun with mushrooms and bamboo shoots, one half and two each, and Bu Chonghua looked at him for a long time: "...You are also pretty cool."
The wealthy elite can also buy a rich breakfast, with various flavors of small buns, small dumplings, soy milk, marinated eggs and preserved egg porridge. The breakfast shop in their neighborhood is not at the same level as the one near Wu Yu’s house. Both taste and sophistication are much higher. Wu Yu was obviously very interested in the shrimp dumplings with steamed scallops on them, and stopped after eating five or six. Go down and report: "I'm full, thank you leader."
"Aren't you going to eat this?" Bu Chonghua pushed with his chopsticks while drinking porridge: "How many custard buns?"
"What is this? I don't eat sweet buns."
"Then throw it away."
"How can I throw it away? How much is it?" Wu Yu heard that he was going to throw it away, but he couldn't, so he quickly held down the plate full of buns and thought about it and asked, "How about I take it to Cai Lin? "
"This hot skin is broken, you let him eat cold?"
Wu Yutian struggled for a moment, but Bu Chonghua looked very interesting and said, "Would you like to try it?"
Wu Yu had never eaten sweet buns in his life, just like Cai Lin had never eaten salty bean curd, Liao Gang had never eaten sweet zongzi, and Bu Chonghua had never been in a serious relationship. When people forsake their beliefs for the first time, they are full of struggles and hesitations. What's the difference between helping a cult?" After a long while, he stretched out his chopsticks and picked one up, looked at it patiently for a few seconds, and tentatively bit the bun with his front teeth—
After drinking the porridge, Bu Chonghua packed up the dishes, got up and went to the kitchen to clean it up; he took out the shirts and trousers for work in the afternoon from the closet, and was about to go to the bathroom to take a quick shower, when he passed by the living room, he suddenly heard a drum-like sound. Dengdengdengdengdengdeng, so I probed and saw that Wu Yu was running up and down with bare feet on the stairs, running in circles and running up and down again...
"What are you doing?"
Wu Yu was panting and turned his head, with a grain of custard filling clearly sticking to the corner of his mouth, and only one word came out from between his teeth:
"support!"
Bu Chonghua took a stunned look, and saw that the plate full of custard buns on the kitchen counter had been devoured, not to mention the buns, not even a crumb of the buns was left, it was clean enough to reveal a human figure.
Bu Chonghua couldn't help laughing, and asked leisurely, "Isn't your dream to be an uncle who grows on the sofa and slowly becomes round?"
"Dream is a dream, reality is reality, you still dream of killing the boss of the Criminal Investigation Bureau to be the number one, have you succeeded?!"
Bu Chonghua: "..."
Wu Yu clutched his throat in pain and continued to stare like the wind.
After Bu Chonghua finished taking a shower, put on his shirt and came out. Wu Yu's strenuousness that was almost gushing out of his throat finally passed, and he spread out on the sofa and gasped.
"Next time, just go upstairs and go to the gym. What are you pedaling?" Bu Chonghua laughed dumbly and threw him a bottle of sports drink from the refrigerator. Wu Yu took it and took two sips. He looked at the ceiling and said, "I can't continue rubbing at the leader's house."
"how?"
Wu Yu didn't speak for a while, and glanced at Bu Chonghua from the corner of his eyes for a while.
Bu Chonghua was sitting on the other side of the sofa with his mobile phone in his hand, not knowing what he was browsing attentively, maybe checking the emails from the city bureau. His hair has not been dried yet, his nose bridge is straight and his lips are thinned, and water droplets flow down his strong and long neck; his shirt is stiff, clean and well-textured, and the bottom of the shirt faintly shows the outline of muscles. Comprehensive results of self-discipline.
When the two of them stayed quietly, the distance between them seemed to become very close, and even the warm and solid aura on Bu Chonghua's body could be clearly felt.
Wu Yu silently retracted his gaze, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and laughed: "It's so comfortable to eat and drink for free, what should I do if I can't get used to it when I go back to my own home."
As if there was some kind of force, neither light nor heavy, suddenly hitting his throat, Bu Chonghua looked at him, and the words almost blurted out.
"People can't live too comfortably, otherwise they will lose the motivation to fight." Wu Yu rubbed the palm of his hand between his eyebrows and smiled with his eyes closed: "What if the proletariat like us don't fight, where can we save money..."
"What are you saving for, to buy a house?"
Wu Yu paused for two seconds, then said casually, "Buy a house."
Bu Chonghua suddenly stopped: "They didn't give you a house?"
Although Wu Yu has not been rated for meritorious deeds, he has indeed made great contributions to the undercover. After returning, he will have guarantees and arrangements for his life. The bigger the first-tier city, the more policies must be put in place. If people wander through wind and rain for more than ten years, but when they come back, they don’t even have a place to live, and they have to spend money to rent a house, then the “relevant departments” of the place will be in trouble.
Bu Chonghua knew that Jinhai City would not do such a thing, but at the same time he was suspicious of whether Wu Yu was being calculated by someone who didn't understand anything. When he asked this, his tone was a little wrong. Who knew that the next moment he saw Wu Yu nonchalantly "squeak": "Then... that house is too dilapidated, save money and buy a better one."
"How about a better call?"
"It's bigger." Wu Yu said, "Three rooms and one hall."
Judging from the current housing prices in Jinhai, three bedrooms and one living room is probably the most basic configuration for building a family of three.
In fact, it is normal for him to have this idea. The housing allocated by the state may not have full property rights, nor may it be sold. With his appearance, if he has a house and a formal and stable job in the establishment, he should be a popular candidate in the hearts of many local mothers-in-law.
"..." Bu Chonghua nodded silently, his expression was light and gloomy, and there seemed to be a place in his heart that was getting colder.
What did I just say? he thinks.
What do I want him to do
He almost opened his heart valve layer by layer with a cold and harsh attitude, and carefully examined the past layer by layer, even the most secret and subtle things were invisible. The scalding impulse that had arisen from nowhere just now was torn to ashes in this ruthless trial, and sank back to the bottom of his soul.
They just sat on both ends of the sofa, and Bu Chonghua swiped his thumb aimlessly on the screen of his mobile phone. He seemed to be searching the web, but he didn't see anything. Only meaningless words, colors and flashing advertisements were reflected on the retina. inside. After a while, he caught a glimpse of the opposite side, and saw Wu Yu stepping on the carpet and spreading his foot on the sofa. The thin bare foot on the sofa shook at him: "Leader."
"… how."
"Can you give me a few of those books in your bookcase?"
Bu Chonghua seemed to have the slightest sense of indescribable feeling in his chest, but he didn't show it, staring at the phone expressionlessly: "No."
Wu Yu: "?"
"But I can borrow it from you. I borrow one book at a time. After reading it, I have to send it back, and I can borrow it again when I return it."
The elite cannot be so stingy. Wu Yu thought about it and asked, "Is it okay to borrow anything?"
- He had a reason to ask this, because there are some precious books in Bu Chonghua's bookcase, and the price is definitely not at the level that you can give away at will, but if you lend it out, there will be no such problem.
"Okay." Bu Zhonghua paused, stared at the phone screen and asked, "Are you going home tonight?"
The tone of these words is actually a bit unusual to listen to carefully. If it was anyone else, Wu Yu would instinctively feel a little weird. But because the other party was Bu Chonghua, he just stared at the ceiling and said casually, "Go back, otherwise."
"Then go pick one now."
"..." Wu Yu raised his head ninety degrees from the flat state: "You really can choose whichever book you want?"
Bu Chonghua finally lifted his gaze from the screen of his mobile phone. Those deep, angular eyes looked at him, and after a long while he gently raised his chin toward the study: "Why don't you choose?"
Wu Yu stood up nimbly, without even wearing slippers, he stepped into the study with bare feet, followed by the sound of the glass cabinet opening, Bu Chonghua knew that he was starting to pick out books with great interest.
He didn't say anything, got up and walked to the door of the study, leaning against the door frame.
This is a rare state of Wu Yu. He was wearing a very old T-shirt and grey-blue and whitened jeans. He stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand to reach the top of the bookshelf, with messy black hair brushing on the tips of his ears, a kind of pure satisfaction that did not match his age.
It seems that the patient, cowardly, dull, and rigid, the one who smashed the TV like a trapped beast in the confinement room, and asked loudly where Bu Chonghua was, the one who was standing in the center of everyone's attention was not used to speaking, and he was not used to speaking. Occasionally, Wu Yu, who instinctively erected a body of vigilant thorns, was melted by the pure and single happiness now, and the trance actually reflected the shadow of the youthful and prosperous thirteen years ago.
There seemed to be a pungent, hot and numb blockage that hit Bu Chonghua's throat, but there was no expression on his face.
His stern and indifferent face has been maintained for too long, whether it is Wu Yu or everyone, even he himself is too used to it.
Bu Chonghua put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned around and left the study without a word. He stood silently in the living room for a while, then went back to his master bedroom to open the wardrobe door, took out a neat stack of cotton-white short-sleeved T-shirts with no tags removed, and went back to the kitchen to open the refrigerator to take a look. In the cabinet, she pulled out the snacks, snacks, and chocolate that Mrs. Song Ju brought back from her trip abroad. After a while, she didn't know what to think of. She then found several large bags of quick-frozen shrimp dumplings and scallop dumplings bought in the supermarket from the freezer. Tie with plastic bag.
He carefully folded these things into his backpack and carried them back to the study: "Have you picked them out yet?"
"Hey." Wu Yu promised, but he didn't move his nest. Bu Chonghua walked over to him, and just sat on the carpet, when he saw Wu Yu close the book in his hand, patted the cover and asked, "Is this book ok?"
"Key Points of Electronic Forensics Research."
"Yes." Bu Chonghua put the book into his backpack and said briefly, "For you."
Wu Yu was stunned: "Yo, did you give me a New Year's gift in advance?"
"Officer Xu said that if he sees you dangling around in the office wearing that clear-washed undershirt, he will notify the next-door anti-pornography team to sweep you away." Bu Chonghua stood up and hummed, "You are such an adult, so wear casual clothes. It must be like a criminal suspect who was just arrested."
"Hey, what happened to the anti-pornography team? The anti-pornography team is Cai Lin's dream land, don't you know?"
The elites didn't bother to take care of such low-level jokes at all, and threw their hands and went straight to the outside world.
Wu Yu laughed, flipped through his schoolbag, and wanted to eat the big box of imported chocolates from the bottom. But Bu Chonghua turned out quite a lot of shrimp dumplings for him, as if he wished he had prepared all the shrimp dumplings he had eaten in his life at one time, all of which were stacked on top of each other. Wu Yu took out the chocolate box for a long time and couldn't get it out, so he had to take out everything else and put it on the carpet first.
"This schoolbag looks quite big, but the opening is..."
While peeling off the chocolate balls, Wu Yu looked at the shoulders of the elite who seemed to be very expensive, but was suddenly stunned for no reason.
... The style of this backpack is actually very similar to Gao Ling's black schoolbag.
There is not much difference in shape, size, or hardness of the top cover opening.
Obviously two things that are not related, but it seems like a hammer blows in the void, and it is instantly empowered. Wu Yu's pupils clenched silently, suddenly dropped the chocolate ball, poured out everything in the schoolbag and spread it on the ground, put his hand into the empty schoolbag and gestured for a moment, and realized something—
A certain doubt that was ignored by everyone, suddenly surfaced in an uproar.
"Yes, I know."
Bu Chonghua stood in front of the study window and made a phone call, only to hear Xu Ju snorted with satisfaction on the other side of the mobile phone, and then said earnestly: "In the afternoon, you go to the procuratorate in person to find XXX from the XX department, the group of cults that Diao Jian made confessed to. The organization will work with the XX department to conduct an inventory…”
"—Step Team!" Someone strode near the door: "Bu Chonghua!"
When Bu Chonghua turned around, he saw Wu Yu pushed in the door, and Bureau Xu asked in surprise, "Why is Xiao Wu also at your house?"
In fact, it's nothing at all, but Bu Chonghua snorted subconsciously: "He... came to see me for something."
"Oh, oh, okay." Xu Ju didn't understand what was going on, but after thinking about it, he solemnly urged: "You two should get along well, don't argue, let alone fight again, understand?"
The corners of Bu Chonghua's mouth twitched slightly, and after a few words of "understand" he hung up the phone: "What's the matter with you?"
"What model is Liu Li's lost laptop?" Wu Yu asked.
Bu Chonghua was so familiar with the details of the case record that he didn't even bother to type: "Dell Lingyue 14R, the model two years ago, the original price is more than 3,000."
"A model with an R is a lot of money, right?"
"It should be two or three kilograms, what?"
Wu Yu stood at the door of the study, holding the shoulders and shaking his back to Bu Chonghua, only to see nothing in the bag with the wide zipper:
"The human bone helmet that Gao Ling took away is divided into upper and lower sections, with three bone fragments connected in the middle, which increases the internal volume, which means that the bare helmet itself is three circles larger than a human head."
"—Then how could she put down a helmet, two clothes, a bunch of sundries, and a laptop of two or three kilograms in a schoolbag of this size?!"
Bu Chonghua suddenly realized something, and his eyes changed drastically!
Yes, it is!
The inside of the human bone helmet has silver and turquoise as a frame. If Gao Ling stuffed one sweater inside the helmet for protection, and another outside as a buffer, and then stuffed it into the school bag, then it was almost impossible for her to stuff another two. For a three-kilogram thick notebook, a strong plug will cause crushing damage to the helmet, and it is very likely that the zipper cannot be closed.
But in the monitoring, the zipper of the schoolbag is clearly pulled to the end!
"That computer... that computer was not taken by Gao Ling."
Numerous doubts were strung together at that moment, and Bu Chonghua murmured: "The time between Gao Ling and Nian Xiaoping's murder is at most six hours apart. Someone killed Gao Baokang within these six hours, sneaked into Gao Ling's house, and stole it. Liu Li's computer finally went to the riverbank to kill Nian Xiaoping who was passing by, leaving He Xingxing to report the case to the police... The news of the killing of skeletons was deliberately spread."
"The 502 case is not limited to the cult in Fengyuan Village," Bu Chonghua suddenly looked at Wu Yu and said hoarsely, "There is a group of murderers behind this case!"