"Cut the silver cod into 8cm-wide pieces, add 3.5 grams of salt, mix with egg yolks, corn flour, etc., and marinate for 15 minutes."
Wu Yu read it word by word, put down the tablet, carefully measured 3.5 grams of salt with a small kitchen scale, beat an egg yolk and starch and mixed the silver cod pieces, then set 15 minutes, and pressed the alarm, satisfied wiped his hands.
"..." Bu Chonghua leaned against the kitchen bar with his arms folded, looking at the piece of snow-white fish that Wu Yu had caressed back and forth over 800 times, no one could hear the subtle sourness in his tone: "Just a piece Is the fish worth such careful attention?"
Wu Yu said, "What, a piece of fish? You think it means just a piece of fish to me?"
It's the fish you bought for me - Bu Chonghua subconsciously picked up the next sentence, and his spirit was lifted in an instant.
The next moment he heard Wu Yu say seriously: "It's obviously a piece of deep-sea silver cod imported from France worth 200 RMB!"
Bu Chonghua: "..."
"It's still your overtime pay next week, eat it well." Bu Chonghua turned his head and left with a blank expression.
On Saturday, I ate wild saury and seafood porridge. Wu Yu couldn’t even run the stairs. After returning home, he hummed on the sofa for a long time. Ran the mountain bike for two hours.
For Sunday lunch, Bu Chonghua means that there is a newly opened restaurant in the central business district near my home that makes boiled shrimp good. I can go and eat it again and come back humming. , After eating like this, I worked day and night and worked overtime for two years, so I decided to cook at home by myself, so I made a dish for two people who went to the supermarket together.
Bu Chonghua thought about it and thought it was fine. He went to the convenience store downstairs to buy two sky blue aprons, and he planned to come back with one for each person. However, as a subordinate who was eating, drinking, staying in the car, and more importantly, the quarterly allowance had not yet been received, Wu Wei firmly stated that the leader should not be allowed to enter the kitchen. After putting on an apron, he started washing dishes and cooking. Bu Chonghua I had to sit in the study and heard "Zi La!" "Zi La!" The oil exploded all over the sky, and the range hood imported from Germany couldn't stop the white smoke from slowly drifting at home. After more than an hour, Wu Yu finally brought out his results - a plate of pan-fried silver cod, a plate of fried prawns, a plate of fried vegetables, and a pot of rice.
Sitting at the dining table, Bu Chonghua glanced over, and there seemed to be a row of calorie numbers that were constantly being refurbished, and finally stopped at a terrifying historical peak.
Although I know that this kid has lived in Myanmar for 12 years, and that Myanmar food is famous for being willing to put oil on it, it is actually a bit beyond the psychological bottom line of the health madman's detachment: "You...isn't it a bit too..."
"How's it going?" Wu Yu said with great interest, "This is the first time in my life that I have cooked for someone, and I have specially added half of the oil. I'm afraid you will dislike it for being unhealthy, so try it?"
…for the first time in my life…for the first time…to cook for someone…
Bu Chonghua had no more thoughts. He picked up the most oily prawn with chopsticks. After a while, he gritted his teeth in Wu Yu's expectant eyes and commented: "Very good!"
Wu Yu seemed a little smug, unbuttoned his apron and sat down to eat.
However, the prawns bursting out of oil did taste better than the fitness meal prepared by the nutritionist. muscle.
"Yo, six yuan." Wu Hao dragged his shoes past and teased, "Yes, your future girlfriend will like it very much."
Wu Yu took a rag to wipe the table, hummed a brisk and out-of-tune note after eating and drinking, and couldn't tell whether it was a Yunnan-Dian dialect or a local Burmese folk song. Bu Chonghua watched his back go all the way out, and suddenly asked:
"Then do you like it?"
"Pfft!" Wu Yu almost choked on his saliva, turned his head and said solemnly: "Leader, you are the most beautiful police flower in my heart, even if you grow 18 pack abs, I'm sure. I like it, so why not ask?"
Bu Chonghua's glazed pupils stared at him, and there seemed to be a strange emotion flashing in the bottom of his eyes. After a long while, he said slowly, "Very good. The quarterly allowance is calculated every three months, and you can always remember it for me. jailed."
Wu Yu: "..."
Wu Yu wiped the table twice, turned his head to look at Bu Chonghua, and saw that the leader was tinkering with the dishwasher, so he secretly lifted his clothes and glanced at his abdominal muscles.
Four pieces.
It's good that I don't have a beer belly at my age. Anyway, I don't rely on my face to eat, Wu Yu thought with peace of mind.
hum - hum -
At this moment, the mobile phone on the kitchen bar vibrated twice. It was Bu Chonghua's work machine. He washed his hands and unlocked it, and saw that it was Liao Gang's two WeChat messages: [Bou team, Economic Investigator Cao Brother, they found out something, it is an overseas account that deals with Chen Yuanliang. I send it to you to see?]
The next message was a photo, Bu Chonghua clicked on the big picture, and saw that it was the transaction bill of the underground bank.
Chen Yuanliang had done illegal transactions at least three times, but he was not discovered by the police until the third time with a human bone helmet. As for the 250,000 RMB from the underground bank from overseas in the middle of the previous year, and the 390,000 RMB at the end of the previous year, there is no clue at all.
What did he sell the first two times? Who are the mysterious buyers overseas
Is there any connection with the murder of Nian Xiaoping
On the night when Chen Yuanliang was arrested, the Economic Investigator conducted an emergency investigation overnight, but failed to find out in time—this is quite normal, and it is very difficult to track the domestic and overseas transactions of underground banks.
The biggest advantage of using this method is that the funds do not cross the border, and the buyer and seller do not have to have direct contact. The overseas buyer remits money to the bank’s foreign currency account, and the bank uses its own RMB account to pay the corresponding amount to Chen Yuanliang who is in China; so that when the investigation investigates this illegal transaction, the bank’s internal records can only be used to match the transaction. Both parties, but if there is not only one underground bank involved in the transaction, but several joint lending to each other, it will cause great obstacles to the inventory and inventory, and it will take a long time.
Bu Chonghua had already prepared for this clue to be lost, but he did not expect that the economic investigation would find out the account of the overseas buyer in less than a week.
Lao Cao, deputy head of the Economic Investigation Cao Detachment, and a well-known general in Jinhai's public security system, has always been very lucky. He once personally helped Xiaogui forensic doctor draw four SSRs. Every year in the team building lottery in the bureau, he cannot be missed. The highest one has won the second prize—the Lao Yang fish stall downstairs for free food and beverage coupons for the whole year; It can be seen that his European aura has indeed reached a mysterious state.
The same is true this time. Most of the accounts of the underground bank have already been destroyed, but the latest cross-border smuggling case was cracked in the S province, and a part of the record of financial transactions was involved, which happened to include the bank that traded with Chen Yuanliang. The comparison of transaction time and amount has successfully unraveled the true face of the mysterious buyer.
—It was a Burmese account named Bao San.
Long before the Human Bone Helmet, Chen Yuanliang's first two illegal transactions were bought by him.
"Bao San," Wu Yu finished wiping the table, returned to the kitchen and washed his hands while leaning his head over, staring at Bu Chonghua's mobile phone screen: "It's rare for Burmese people to have such a name, maybe it's Burmese Chinese."
"Chen Yuanliang's first two transactions were made with him, but the third time the human bone helmet was not sold to this old customer, why?" Bu Chonghua frowned: "The asking price is too high, and the customer has no money?"
Wu Yu said: "Even if you don't have money, you should have talked about it. This treasure three should know a little about human bone helmets."
"That's right." Bu Chonghua pondered for a moment, then made a decisive decision: "Help me get a pair of trousers and put them on, let's go to the branch right now."
Wu Yu: "Wait? Why did you ask me to get you pants?!"
Bu Chonghua: "Otherwise you will make a dishwasher?!"
Wu Yu immediately went straight to the master bedroom with his wet hands.
Bu Chonghua has a cloakroom that is big enough to be described as a waste. The clothes of the four seasons are clearly arranged in different categories. In winter, coats and cashmere sweaters are all packed and hung in dust bags. The three seasons are black, white and gray. , a few pairs of jeans in the corner became the only color embellishment.
Wu Yu looked around and couldn't see any difference between the rows of black trousers, so he just took a pair of pants and put them on his arm, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the cabinet door beside the hanger open.
… The underpants of the elite should be all black, white and gray.
Wu Yu only hesitated for half a second before being overcome by curiosity, and quietly opened the cabinet door to take a look.
Next second:
"puff!"
"One more laugh, these clothes are all for you," Bu Chonghua said coldly behind him.
Wu Yu covered his eyes and his shoulders kept shaking.
Bu Chonghua's secret garden is colorful: at the bottom, there are four pairs of brand-new polished and waxed handmade leather shoes, which are dark purple, bright red, sky blue, yellow and green; two crocodile belts hang on the shelf, and a belt buckle is A huge golden eagle head, another a bright silver tiger head; eight or nine clothes in a transparent dust bag on the hanger, a snow-white embroidered gold thread tweed coat, emerald satin and velvet dress, dark red Sheepskin-trimmed cashmere capes, dark blue suede-trimmed suede jackets—the most domineering is a purple crocodile leather jacket with a fur collar. You don’t need to look at the brand. The jewel-like luster of crocodile leather and the shiny fur have long prevailed. There are thousands of words, just one word: expensive.
Whatever you wear is the prettiest boy in Jinhai.
"What do you think of my sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth, and nineteenth birthday gifts?" Bu Chonghua asked between his teeth.
It was only today that Wu Yu realized that people's voice trembled when they laughed to the extreme: "Who... Who gave it to you, Song... Song Ping?"
"No," Bu Chonghua gritted his teeth, "my cousin."
"Your guess just now is legally called the crime of slander." Half an hour later, Bu Chonghua sat on the co-pilot and rubbed his temples forcefully: "It's too insulting, Song Bureau knows and can sue you."
Wu Yu asked while holding a cigarette, "Actually, in your cousin's eyes, you are a little princess, right?"
The congestion on the streets of Jinhai on Sunday afternoon was as usual, with jeeps going and stopping with traffic, horns and complaints from the windows. Bu Chonghua rubbed his forehead with one hand, sighed and said, "No, the dresses he gave to his cousin are all little princesses... The Arabian princess of India, Middle East, Nepal. As for all the cousin's birthday gifts, this is the style, it's just me. Very unlucky."
"why?"
"Because only my birthday is in December," Bu Chonghua said with a cold face, "everyone will pass on the gifts they received to me."
Wu Yu laughed so hard that he almost choked on the smoke.
"... He loved fighting since he was a child. When he was about six or seven years old, he made a sword by himself, covered it with bright foil, and took it to the street to cut each other with elementary school students. He claimed to be Saint Seiya. At the first police station, he was criticized and educated. Later, the people's police got impatient and handcuffed the radiator. After that, the grassroots police were not enough and no one was watching him. It is said that after watching it, I was frightened and honest for about half a month. After half a month, I returned to my old ways and continued to go out to fight with my sword. The final exam went back to the countdown. I don't know how he was admitted to the police academy... Extremely stubborn and domineering, in his thirties I’m not married yet, I firmly believe that the two-meter long legs that the Internet celebrity P came out with are real, and I still bet with people on the Internet. In the end, they all dispatched the scouts in the bureau, and explained to him many times with the technical restoration map. I don't believe it. In fact, I persuaded him about this kind of thing when I was in high school, but he couldn't be persuaded. I always knew that when he was a child, he fought with me 18 times over the question of who is more powerful than Seiya and Ikki. , and once tried to buy goose from the vegetable market to raise it and attacked me."
The jeep lowered its head in the sunshine, finally exited the most congested section, and galloped all the way to the gate of Nancheng Branch. Bu Chonghua sighed deeply, but Wu Yu found it very interesting: "Then who is more powerful, Seiya and Ikki?"
"… "
Bu Chonghua didn't say a word, the hand resting on his forehead rubbed his face vigorously for a while, and said:
"I still feel like Ikki to this day."
Five seconds later, Bu Chonghua grabbed the cigarette butt from Wu Yu's mouth: "I told you not to smoke while driving!"
"Cough cough cough!..." Wu Yu choked while laughing, almost coughing out his lungs.
As soon as he turned the steering wheel, the jeep rushed into the intersection in front of the city bureau and slid into the gate; who would have thought that the corner in front of the Criminal Investigation Detachment Building, which had not been parked for 800 years, was not empty, and the Wrangler made an emergency stop. - Boom!
It was still too late, the front of the car slashed the other's butt under the action of inertia, and the headlights were all smashed. Wu Yu and Bu Chonghua were both restrained by the seat belts.
"!!"
"Detachment!" Someone in the duty room stuck his head out: "Are you alright?"
Wu Yu immediately rushed out of the car door to check the situation, Bu Chonghua exhaled and waved his hand out of the car window.
Looking out of the windshield from his co-pilot's point of view, he could only see that the rear car logo was Mercedes-Benz, with a single door and a small rear wing. The car was in relatively old condition, and the black appearance was unremarkable.
Bu Chonghua made up his mind, just unfastened his seat belt and was about to get out of the car, when Wu Yu turned his head from the other side's door, his face pale, "... Captain."
Bu Chonghua said, "Calm down, a Mercedes-Benz can still be used in our bureau..."
"It's a Mercedes-Benz McLaren."
Bu Chonghua: "..."
The single door, the small rear wing, the old car condition, and the black appearance are unremarkable... Only the roaring air intake and exhaust pipe on the side of the body silently tell its eight-digit worth.
Wu Yu stepped back slowly and calmly: "... Captain, I suddenly remembered that I lost my lighter in Myanmar and forgot to bring it back. I'll go back and get it, we'll see you another day..."
Bu Chonghua suddenly found something: "Wait!"
Wu Yu: "?"
The sun shines on the clear "Jian" on the front license plate, Jianning!
"According to the sales volume, you have a one-fifth chance of being saved." Bu Chonghua grabbed Wu Yu by the back of the neck: "Follow me!"
Wu Yu was terrified. He followed Bu Chonghua through the first floor of the Criminal Investigation Detachment. It was too late to take the elevator. He hurried up from the entrance of the corridor. As soon as he entered the second floor, he saw the door at the end of the corridor opened. A handsome, energetic man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, came out of the reception room.
"I don't understand you, a murder case on a rainy night has been dragging on for half a month, and you can still find it in an underground bank. Why did your detachment leader go there? You sleepwalk there every day at work?" The man said to Liao Gang. The expression on his face turned a blind eye, and his tone was full of undisguised lessons: "-Look, now I have explained everything to you, and the rest can always be checked by myself, right? I can see this shit for a week at most. When the case is over, ask your detachment to sort out the case file and send it back to Jianning for me. Don’t fucking forget it! Do you hear me?!”
… who are you? Who are you, brother? !
In Liao Gang's mind, countless grass and mud horses galloped past, and he managed to squeeze out a more normal tone: "I know the strict team. But the problem is this, he is very busy in our detachment, or I will call an intern-"
Before he finished speaking, Bu Chonghua strode across the corridor and grabbed the man's hand.
"What the hell are you..." The man turned his face back to talk to Liao Gang when he suddenly turned back with a shock: "What the fuck?!"
Bu Chonghua said decisively: "Brother!"
Lightning clicked down, and the man was struck by lightning.
Wu Yu cautiously rubbed against the wall, looked hesitantly at Bu Chonghua, and then looked at the owner of the Mercedes-Benz, and after a while he meekly called out, "…Brother."
Liao Gang: "?!"
Liao Gang didn't understand what happened suddenly, and there were countless question marks all over his head. He looked at Bu Chonghua, Wu Yu, and the man again. He felt that the whole world instantly changed into something he didn't know. Finally, he opened his mouth in surprise and tentatively said:
"… elder brother??"
The air fell into a dead silence.
Jianning City Criminal Investigation Detachment Captain Yan Xun had a blank face. After a while, he pinched a hand on his thigh, shivering in pain.
"...Where are you? How dare you take my brother's house?!" Yan Yan finally squeezed out the first sentence after the brothers blocked each other for several years.