Lin Fang has always been a quick-response person, but he didn't understand what he heard for a few seconds, and only after a while did he realize that Wu Yu didn't actually have a "home", not to mention Xie Qianshan.
As for the appearance of the two characters "Wu Yu" and "Jie Qianshan"...
"Okay." Lin Fang spit out the word without hesitation, and then said patiently, "After seeing people, no matter where you want to go, can I take you there in person?"
"… forget it."
"how?"
"I'm gone." Wu Yu finally sat up from the chair, and with this action Lin Fang sat up too, the distance between the two who were facing each other just now widened again, only to hear him tiredly say: "I'm early. I don't think about those things anymore."
Lin Fang was stunned: "But..."
Wu Yu had already stood up, lowered his eyes and nodded at him: "Thank you." Then he turned around and walked out.
"Wait!" Lin Gang stepped up, lowered his voice and said solemnly: "You may not know how many places will be vacated in the hall in the second half of the year, two of them are quite good, why can't you fight for it? I won't say it. Those false prospects of honor, let’s just say that economic income and personal safety are not better than those who are working hard day and night now, don’t you think?”
Wu Yu laughed at himself: "It's okay, I earn quite a lot from boxing."
"Do you think you are still 20 years old? What if you are beaten to death one day? Do you think the Bu Detachment will sweep the entire underground boxing market after discovering this?!"
Wu Yu did not answer.
"Wu Yu!" Lin Fang almost growled, "You've been like this all your life, and you never want to regain your real name and identity, right?!"
The two stopped abruptly.
The corridor outside the lounge turned a corner, and suddenly a group of people came in front of them. As soon as they met, they all stopped at the same time.
"..." Lin Fang reacted the fastest, and said solemnly, "Feng Ting."
The two old men were surrounded by a group of people on the opposite side. The one on the left was the former Feng Bureau of Yundian Province and the current Feng Ting. Wu Yu subconsciously wanted to step back and walk away, but as soon as he moved his footsteps, he was restrained abruptly. He saw Feng Ting take three steps and two steps forward, directly grabbing his hand, holding his reading glasses and turning around with a smile. : "I want to introduce to you, this is Wu Yu, our police officer-"
Another old man was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, and his age was not obvious. Although he was also wearing tortoiseshell reading glasses, his drooping eyelids were lifted, and the depths of his pupils were still full of sharpness and sharpness unique to public security officers. He looked up and down Wu Yu. After a circle, he reached out and patted his shoulder heavily, and said with a smile:
"Release the police officer."
Eyes came from all directions, focusing on Wu Yu, encouraging, admiring, surprising, sighing... and a little bit of envy, like countless bright and clear mirrors.
Solving the police officer, Wu Yu's mind seemed to have a giant bell ringing over and over again.
Feng Ting explained something to the old man in a low voice. The latter laughed and seemed quite satisfied, but after a while he sighed with emotion.
Release the police officer.
Wu Yu's hand was tightly held by Feng Ting. He knew what he was supposed to show, but in fact the touch of his hand was so strong that it overwhelmed all perceptions, the nerve endings were tensed to the extreme, and the palm was exuding a trace of icy dampness.
He can't control it.
He is sweating.
The old man turned his head and whispered to his entourage: "In our work, we really need to protect the comrades who have made meritorious deeds, even if it is occasionally 'out of line', try to solve their worries for them..."
"… no need."
The demon mirrors shot in unison again. From the corner of Wu Yu's eyes, he could see the changes in the expressions of those people, but he felt that there should be a smile on his face.
"I...that's fine."
"Release the police officer?" The old man paused.
Feng Ting was in a hurry and scolded softly: "Release the police officer!"
"..." Wu Yu smiled hastily again, raised his other hand, but paused in mid-air for a moment before raising his eyebrows in a salute: "Serve the people."
He pulled out his hand from Feng Ting's palm, turned around and walked downstairs, his footsteps getting faster and faster.
The wind at the end of the sky blew through the high-rises and streets, drowned out the laughter of young people during exercise at dusk, and swallowed up the noise and get out of class bell at the school gate across the street. He quickened his pace in the wind, his temples and the corners of his clothes were raised behind him, and he heard the young voice with longing: "If I can study, I will continue to read..." "The dream of becoming a criminal policeman is not to wear a white shirt. Is it?" "Then you must perform meritorious deeds to climb up!" In a blink of an eye, they were overwhelmed by the laughter and fights of the two of them, circling with the evening wind and rushing into the sky, disappearing into the high gray walls of the prison. inside.
Wu Yu ran.
As if chasing after something, he passed through the busy business district, the endless streets, and the bustling sea of people. He passed through the lead-ash clouds and the blurred water vapor in the rainy season, like a bird with wings wrapped in a cloud of cold and damp air, swooping down toward the orderly and busy land, with no way to return in all directions.
beep—
Beep!
Car horns sounded one after another, traffic lights changed, and people flooded the streets.
He squatted on the ground slowly, exhaling hot air one by one, took out the key from his pocket with trembling hands, clenched it tightly in his palm, and finally buried his head between his knees for a long time, and let out a hoarse, fearful, purely venting sound, Sobbing that no one can hear.
- Thunder rang through the sky.
Jinhai.
"!"
Bu Chonghua woke up abruptly, only to see the clouds hanging low outside the front window of the car, the strong wind before the torrential rain swept the leaves, scratched the window glass in an uproar, and the phone in his pocket was buzzing.
"Hey?"
"—That's it!" The voice of his old classmate from the procuratorate came from the mobile phone, and the background was a bit noisy, probably calling while walking: "5022 homicide cases have been approved for investigation, and the formalities will be sent to your bureau on Monday. However, whether the murderer Gao Baokang committed suicide or homicide is currently undecided, and we will see if you can come up with follow-up evidence... Don't say, your kid is really good, a mere bottle of transparent nail polish can reverse the entire murder case, then the forensic identification can see I got goosebumps! - Hey, where are you now, are you still waiting at the gate of our courtyard?"
Bu Chonghua turned his head and glanced at the pedestrians on the road in a hurry, opposite the gate of Jinhai City Procuratorate.
"Well."
"Are you there? Then don't leave. Let's get together at night. Last time the shop ordered a whole roasted whole lamb with two pieces of beer..."
"Don't eat, go home."
"Call Lao Yang and Lao Qian and a few of them—ah? Where are you going?"
"Go home," Bu Chonghua twisted the key and started the car with a bang. The side mirror outside the glass window reflected a slight upward curvature of the corner of his mouth: "Someone is waiting for dinner at home."
"Bu Chonghua—?! The west side of the sun came out, didn't you? Are you fucking cheating?!..."
Bu Chonghua hung up the phone and gently threw the phone to the passenger seat. The Wrangler turned his head on the street where the rain was about to hit and drove towards the city center.
boom—
After the lightning, the thunderous thunder rolled, and after a short while, the sound of the rain gradually began to make thousands of puddles, large and small, on the ground.
Under the gloomy sky, all the houses in the community have turned on their lights. The elevator door opened with a ding, and the corridors were bright and bright. Bu Chonghua came out like a gust of wind with two takeaway paper bags, and stood in front of the house to make a decision.
He took a deep breath, looked at the blurred reflection of the security door, and suddenly a strange thought passed through his mind, as if his hair was a little messy from the rain.
He subconsciously raised his hand and stroked it, followed by another pause, even laughing at himself, coughed and cleared his throat and pushed open the door:
"I am back!"
The semi-circular living room had no lights on, and it looked a bit empty, and the rainstorm left thousands of traces on the floor-to-ceiling windows. Bu Chonghua looked up the stairs, put the takeaway on the open kitchen bar, and raised his voice: "It's dinner! Wu Yu!"
No one answered.
"..." Bu Chonghua stood in the middle of the empty house, and seemed to be unable to react for a moment.
"Wu Yu?" he whispered.
He went upstairs and pushed open the door of the guest bedroom. The room was still a little messy when he left yesterday morning. The bathroom door was half open, and Wu Yu's used towel was casually hung on the door handle. There is no one in the gym next to the guest bedroom, and there is no master bedroom and second bedroom downstairs. Outside the closed balcony is the stormy sky of the city. Behind the rain curtain, the brilliance of the high-rise buildings in the city center is vaguely changing.
Bu Chonghua's heart beat wildly, and his steps became very light, as if he didn't want to disturb an addictive and fragile dream.
He pushed open the door of the study, and another door connected to the study was the piano practice room, and the wall light was shining through the crack of the door.
"..." His footsteps stopped unknowingly, and he stared at the dim light for so long, and whispered to himself for a while, "It's dinner, Wu Yu, come out."
There was no movement.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally reached out and gently pushed open the door of the piano practice room, and his slender and powerful fingers slipped silently from the air.
The torrential rain poured over the city, and the sound of thousands of waterlines was deafening, and through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, it became a distant and hazy sound like a tidal wave.
I don't know how long I stood there, but Bu Chonghua finally turned around slowly, his brows and expressions were as calm as if he had been frozen, and his movements were very steady. He went outside and took out the takeout, warmed it up, and put it in the dishes he usually eats. , as he has performed a million times by himself, sit on the same high stool by the bar and start eating.
The spoon hit the tableware, making a slight clanging sound, but it was difficult to hear in the heavy rain all over the world.
"Hey, I've always been curious, how much does it cost to buy such a big house in Jinhai?" the man across from him asked while cooking steamy rice under the light.
He heard his own voice as if it sounded from another time and space: "Look at the location, do you want to buy a house?"
"I'm just curious about your loan repayment situation. After all, you're not like the kind of person who collects money for bail pending trial."
"Why is it different? Don't you know that our leaders are all rent-seeking, corrupt and corrupt?"
"Ha ha-"
…
"My biggest dream," the man said while eating a bun with shiitake mushrooms and bamboo shoots, his black eyelashes arcing at the end of his eyes, and the casual look on his face seemed to have some inexplicable attraction. It's hard to look away: "It's just sitting on the sofa after get off work every day and being a silent, serene, slowly rounded uncle."
"Say your dream is to gradually become round?"
Footsteps came from the stairs, and the figure blew upstairs like the wind: "Dream is a dream, reality is reality!"
…
Bu Chonghua laughed, even though he didn't even notice the smile. The chandelier cast his lonely silhouette on the marble countertop, and the sky outside the window had already darkened into a damp and cold dark; after an unknown period of time, his hand holding the bowl and chopsticks relaxed, and he rubbed his face with the clanging sound. , buried his eyebrows and eyes deeply in his palm.
The sadness, longing and longing that could no longer be suppressed, finally broke through the levee, like an overwhelming flood that drowned all the senses.
"I killed people! One person does things and one person is responsible, and it has nothing to do with Bu Chonghua!"
"They didn't embarrass you, did they?..."
"Where's Bu Chonghua?!" The man in the confinement room smashed the TV screen with one foot, like a scarred beast with nowhere to go: "Where is Bu Chonghua!—"
Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand and held down the mobile phone on the table, almost deliberately blocking his brain from thinking, without giving himself any time to hesitate, closed his eyes to unlock the interface, and pressed Wu Yuna in the missed record with his thumb. two words. When the sound was dialed, the moment he opened his eyes, his heart seemed to stop beating, and the world swept away by his side, leaving only the mobile phone screen in front of him—
"Hello, the user you dialed has been turned off..."
Snapped!
Bu Chonghua patted the phone on the table, inserted one hand into the hair on his forehead, and then rubbed his red eyes. The muscles of his shoulders and neck under his shirt were tense, his five fingers gripping the phone so hard that the blue veins protruded, and the muscles in his throat were dry and spasm.
How could he just leave like this
How could he not answer my call
"Hey, Liao Gang," Bu Chonghua made another phone call, his voice hoarse and indiscernible: "Wu Yu is still in the office today, if he's not in the office, send me his registered address... What?"
"Xu Bureau has prepared a field case saying that he was sent to another place, so he didn't come to work all day today." Liao Gang drove the car and said loudly in the blaring whistle of the evening rush hour: "I wanted to say hello to you, but you didn't come for a day today, so... hello? Hello team?"
- Out of town
As if pouring cold water over his head, Bu Chonghua's burning anger was simmering, and the white smoke rose up, revealing a hint of cold and sober surprise.
Which field? what did you do
With such a delicate and sensitive identity as Wu Yu, how could Juju Xu alone decide to send him to other places alone, not to mention Juju Xu's authority or not, why did he say that his immediate superior directly leads him without even the slightest rumor
unless-
Bu Chonghua's brain seemed to be split into two parts. One part of his long-suppressed emotions erupted, like magma covering the ground and burning; the other part was clear and hard like ten thousand years of mysterious ice, which was enough to support him to figure out the cause and effect in an instant. , even the calm look on the surface did not change in the slightest. He called Song Ping with another backhand, and he was connected almost immediately:
"Hello, Chonghua?"
"Lin Fang brought Wu Yu back to Yundian, why didn't he say hello to me in advance?"
Even though Song Ping had been prepared, he was still choked up by this sharp questioning method, and he sighed after a few seconds: "To tell you the truth, Chonghua, although I don't agree with this matter, I have no objection either. reason."
"… "
"Wu Yu was brought to Yundian by Zhang Boming thirteen years ago, he couldn't tell where he came from, but thirteen years later, he was arranged from Yundian to come to Jinhai. If Zhang Boming hadn't died, Wu Yu might still have been there after the mission ended. Follow him back to his hometown; but now that Zhang Boming is dead, Wu Yu’s hometown has been cancelled, so he can only assign the ownership to Yundian, and only temporarily arranged to come to Jinhai to avoid disaster and some other reasons.”
As if a needle pierced the eardrum, Bu Chonghua's pupils contracted slightly.
"So if something happens, or there is any urgent need, Wu Yu's ownership cannot be returned to Jinhai." Song Ping got up from the swivel chair, stood in front of the office window, and squinted out the window: "Now Do you understand it?"
In fact, everyone should have understood this. Why did Lin Fang rush to the Nancheng Branch from the Yunnan Provincial Office overnight when Wu Yu was in the solitary room? Why was Feng Hall separated by more than half when Wu Yu was about to resign? A phone call from China to Song Ping. And even if Song Ping wanted to slap his sleeves and beat Wu Yu in person, and received a call from Feng Ting, who was at the same level as him, he could only wave his hand and give up easily.
- But whenever Bu Chonghua remembered the scene of the confinement outside that night, the first thing that came to mind was Wu Yu, who seemed to want to look back at him again, but he was stopped by some kind of force. A neck.
"I understand." The two ends of the phone were silent for a long time, and finally Bu Chonghua's low voice came, saying, "But Wu Yu's ownership does not belong to Yundian."
"He belongs only to himself."
Song Ping was stunned for a moment, and the phone was hung up.
"..." He slowly put down his phone, looked through the wet and distorted glass window, and looked at the cloudy and rainy sky outside the window. After a while, he took off his glasses and rubbed the root of his nose.
The shrapnel left on his calf and the dozen or so steel nails punched in the waist of his arm would still be a pain in the cloudy and rainy days more than 30 years later, but no one would have expected this at the beginning, including his youthful spirit. of himself.
Young man!
Song Ping had mixed feelings, and sighed helplessly, shook his head, turned and walked back to the big desk.
Bu Chonghua grabbed his umbrella, wallet, and car keys, hurriedly picked up his jacket, strode out the door, got off the elevator directly from the garage, and opened the text message box on his mobile phone while starting the jeep.
Even Song Bureau has learned to use WeChat this year, and the grandson surnamed Wu is still using text messages. As a result, Bu Chonghua's text message box is tidy and full of verification codes, with only the word Wu Yu hanging in the middle, thriving.
-[I will go to Yundian tonight.]
The six words showed that the transmission was successful. Bu Chonghua turned off the phone screen and started the car. Jeep turned around in a beautiful triangle and drove out of the garage. In an instant, the torrential rain poured down, smashing all the windows into white.
The next moment, the wheels rubbed against the ground with a sharp sound, and the jeep stopped abruptly.
The wipers made fan-shaped water marks on the front window of the car, and the headlights penetrated the rain screen, illuminating the square inch under the eaves in front of the building. Wu Yu was carrying two takeout plastic bags, not knowing whether it was due to the cold or collapse, he was wrapping his soaked black jacket tightly, his hair dripping wetly, turned his head to the light of the car behind him, and was stunned. .
The misty rain enveloped Jinhai City, and there were long queues of Huadeng along the harbor bridge. In the distance, there was a faint lighthouse floating on the sea, and the sound of tides rushed into the distance.
"Did you have meal?"
"No, I'm waiting for you."
"...What if I don't come back?"
Bu Chonghua stared at Wu Yu without blinking, and there seemed to be complicated emotions hidden in his eyes. He patted the co-pilot for a long time: "Get in the car and go home."
The sky was rising one after another, looking down from the heights, the jeep passenger door opened and closed, and went back to the garage of the building.
After a while, the lights of the duplex apartment on the top floor also turned on. From the gaps of the floor-to-ceiling curtains, the jingling of tableware and chopsticks, the footsteps of slippers, and the shaking figures, together with the hazy halo from the windows of thousands of households, converged in the sea of lights in the human world. , passing through the gray rain curtain, reflecting a vague warm yellow in the sky.
Volume 2, 502, Under the Skull and Human Head Case