Boom, the window was knocked twice.
Wu Yu, who was sitting cross-legged in the back seat and reading a book of "Electronic Forensics Research", raised his head and saw Song Hui's pale face and two large and dull eyes like black grapes. Jiaohua, who had been destroyed, said faintly, "Little Angkor, the leader of the detachment told me to tell you that you should drink eight glasses of water a day."
"..." Wu Yu asked carefully: "What's the matter with your face?"
“#￥%*@#&*(&*!!…”
Not to mention, it's okay, but Song Hui has the stance of flying down three thousand feet, hurriedly covering her mouth and squatting on the ground, "Cough! Cough!" and retched. Wu Yu quickly opened the cap of the mineral water bottle and handed it to her. Song Hui poured more than half of the bottle into the bottle. The severe acid reflux and water shortage were finally suppressed, and the expression on her face that was about to rise above her body, trembled. Tremblingly, he climbed up and sat beside Wu Yu.
"Shall I take you home to rest?" Wu Yu couldn't help asking.
Song Hui shook her head numbly.
"Should I buy you some medicine?"
Song Hui shook her head again, wanting to cry without tears and said, "Mom said I can't cause trouble for Dad, I can't specialize, and I can't accidentally go to the hot search because of specialization."
Poor Miss Song is like a drifting duckweed, she is afraid of being scolded by her mother when she goes home, she is afraid of being beaten by her father when she pierces it, and she gets out of the car for fear of being carried away by Bu Chonghua to move the body, so she can only curl up in the back seat of the police car Above, to Wu Yu, the only listener.
Wu Yu took out two mints from the glove box, Song Hui took them and put them in his mouth, feeling a lot better, and said with a bulging mouth: "Thank you little Angkor, you are so kind."
Wu Yu lowered his head and turned over a page of the book, "The Criminal Investigation Detachment is not easy to treat, so let's listen to the Bu Detachment and go home."
Unexpectedly, Song Hui showed an amazing dying struggle at this time: "No, I won't go back!"
"For the detachment?"
"Yeah!" Song Hui nodded bravely.
"..." Wu Yu looked up at her from the page: "Then the age difference between the two of you is big enough."
"I don't care, I like it!"
"You know what love is at this age?"
Song Hui nodded earnestly: "My mother said that it's not wrong to like someone. Only in an upright and upright manner can you get the support, recognition and blessings of the people around you. It's hard to get a good death if you hide your feelings!"
- Open and upright.
Emotions that are hidden and tucked never end well.
As if suddenly touching a certain point in the deepest memory, Wu Yu's heart sank.
Song Hui opened her big, unaware eyes, and through her innocent face, another girl's smiling face approached under the scorching sun, poppies blooming all over the mountains and fields, swaying in the wind with a rustling sound.
In the blink of an eye, the scene changed suddenly, and fire and blood burned along the tunnel into purgatory. The girl, with a dagger stuck in her chest, swayed and fell into a pool of blood, her eardrums being torn apart by the dying curse: "—None of you will be able to get out of this torture chamber today, none of you will be able to get out of this torture chamber... Die in this hell. Well, you must not die! You must not die!"
The next moment, the screams were swallowed up by the crackling sound of the rainstorm, the floor-to-ceiling windows on the upper floors were covered in mist, and the hairdryer in the bathroom roared hot. Wu Yu raised his head from his phone, looked at Bu Chonghua in the mirror and said with a smile, "Hey, why did you send me a text message to say that you are going to Yundian tonight?"
"… looking for you."
"What are you looking for me for?"
The hair dryer paused for a while before listening to Bu Chonghua's bland question: "If something happens to you, what will the leader do?"
…
"Little Angkor, little Angkor?" Song Hui's voice seemed to float from the sky, and finally touched the auditory nerve with a delay: "Little Angkor, are you alright?"
Wu Yu came back to his senses and said in his usual tone, "It's okay. What's wrong?"
Song Hui was a little worried: "You didn't look good just now."
"Oh, I was thinking that you can't even see the corpse. When they asked you to go to the highway with Xian Kan to shovel the corpse, go to the morgue to pick up the corpse, and boil the human bones in the soup pot in the forensic room. Do it, I worry about you when I think about it."
Song Hui: "..."
"By the way, don't eat the ice cream given by the medical examiner's office." Wu Yu suddenly remembered: "They only have one refrigerator, and half of the internal organs and the sawn skull were put in it and refrigerated together with the cone."
Song Hui: "..."
Judging from Song Hui's expression, Wu Yu probably broke her last fantasy of human nature.
Wu Yu looked at her teasingly, but in the deepest part of his eyes there was a gentleness that the little girl could not understand. At this moment, the phone in his trousers pocket vibrated. Wu Yu thought it was Bu Chonghua who called him to come down and help him, but when he looked it out, the number was a familiar landline number - Predator Bar.
The fat boss in the underground boxing ring.
Wu Yu hesitated for a few seconds, only to hear Song Hui suddenly heard the death knell, his whole body jolted: "Did he call us to go down and help?!"
"No." Wu Yu pushed open the car door and warned, "Just stay here and don't go down, you will be seen by the Bu detachment later."
Song Hui: "Good good!"
Wu Yu took the mobile phone and walked a few steps away, seeing that no one around noticed this, before answering the call: "Hello."
"Oh, my Angkor, you can finally ignore me. I thought you were going to jump to the 'Pink Lady' bar next door. I was thinking about telling your family that all the goblins who accompany the wine are all fucked up. , the wine is mixed with water, and even the DJ who played the disc was copied from Justin Bieber..."
"Didn't I tell you not to call if something happens?"
"I'm in a hurry, aren't I in a hurry to tell you some good news. Brother Fat Ding, I have my eyes on six roads, my ears can hear all directions, long sleeves are good at dancing, all sides are flexible, and I am a good player in seeking resources. If I enter the entertainment industry To be an agent, even Yang Tianzhen will be laid off to sell apples..."
"I'm at work and hung up."
"Wait!" Boss Fat Ding was shocked: "Angkor, how the hell do you still go to work for an expert like you? In which place?!"
Jinhai City's No. 1 Demon Sect is the number one sub-rudder, in the Nancheng Detachment Field.
Just as Wu Yu was about to hang up the phone, Fatty sensed it sensitively, and shouted: "Don't, don't, don't! I'm really here to tell you good news. Didn't you say last time that the round below 200,000 won't come out?"
"..." Wu Yu paused.
"There is a stubborn bid of 200,000 yuan to challenge our little brother Xiao Wu's position and authority as the number one jade-faced Xiao Yan Luo in Jinhai City." Fatty said on the other end of the phone with a beaming expression, "200,000 yuan is pure appearance fee, if you lose, you win. The money is all yours, 10% of the lottery will be drawn, and 55 points will be rewarded. How about it? Promise or not? Promise I will have someone arrange it immediately!"
Two hundred thousand.
The noise around the scene continued, the trace inspection was running back and forth with stacks of evidence bags, the red and blue police lights flashed in the distance, and the flash lights of the media were still ticking.
Wu Yu's pupils tightened silently, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.
"Who is the other party?"
"How can I know this? In the preparation stage, the middleman came forward to contact them. If you don't express your opinion, you will not easily reveal your name. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to say it if you were rejected." Fatty changed the topic: "But don't worry , I have already arranged for someone to inquire, if the opponent is really a boxing champion Ali, I can't just push you into the fire pit, can I? What do you have to worry about?"
"...The police were recruited from the police station in the jurisdiction to assist in the search for the pieces of woven bags, and the found ones were collected one by one!" Not far away, Bu Chonghua strode across the garbage mountain and was walking towards this direction. His shirt was soaked in sweat and stuck to the side. On the body: "Cai Lin went to call the Solid Waste Management Office. There are too many pieces. This afternoon, this garbage dump will be blocked for a long time!"
"I see." Wu Yu said in a tight voice, "I'll think about it for a few days."
"Hey Angkor, you must think clearly, hurry up and reply to me..."
Wu Yu hung up the phone.
"What did you say?" Bu Chonghua had already come closer, his slender and sharp brows furrowed: "Who do you call?"
Wu Yu put away the phone: "My sister."
"... When did you have a sister?"
"I'll do it whenever you want." Wu Yu threw the remaining half of the bottle of water and was caught by Bu Chonghua: "Drink some water, your voice is hoarse."
Bu Chonghua was skeptical, watching Wu Yu's old-fashioned mobile phone without saying a word, raised his head and drank the half bottle of mineral water, the water droplets flowing down the strong neck muscles, shining in the sun.
Song Hui's infatuation with Bu Chonghua is indeed justified. A little girl of her age is the time when she doesn't consider external conditions such as family, background, age difference, and values, and is simply excited about beautiful things.
Bu Chonghua is indeed worthy of her imagination in terms of appearance and character.
"—What are you looking at?"
After Bu Chonghua drank the last sip of water, the eyes of the two suddenly collided. Wu Yu suddenly retracted his gaze and said vaguely, "It's nothing."
Several tracers were gathering not far away to collect footprints, and no one noticed. Bu Chonghua glanced around, leaned slightly closer, and almost pressed against Wu Yu's face: "Are you looking at me?"
"… "
"Look at me what?"
The four words passed through the eardrum, and each smiling syllable was like a small silver hammer, lightly tapping on the most sensitive nerve endings.
The air suddenly became extremely thin, and the heartbeat pushed the blood to the ends of the limbs, pounding against the pulse.
Wu Yu subconsciously stepped back half a step, Bu Chonghua followed closely, and the two were so close that their temples were almost touching each other. The police car blocked them, and this inch of land seemed to be shrouded in an invisible and transparent barrier, and it became a small world that no one could spy on, let alone get involved in.
Wu Yu reluctantly laughed: "Bou team, you..."
But it was useless, he could hear the hesitation, struggle and lack of confidence in his own voice.
Bu Chonghua took another step forward, Wu Yu's back felt cold, and he touched the Wrangler's car window.
"What am I?" Bu Chonghua's good-looking eyes showed a half-smile, a mixture of tenderness and provocation, he put one hand on Wu Yu's side neck and held down the car door behind him: "You said what?"
Wu Yu suddenly grabbed Bu Chonghua's hand, swallowed, and summoned his courage.
"...Then I'll just talk about the infantry team." He said sincerely, "Your sister is resting in the car, do you want to pay attention to the impact?"
Bu Chonghua froze suddenly.
click! Wu Yu opened the police car door with his backhand. I saw Song Hui squatting crouched between the backrest of the front seat and the back seat, her head turned inward and her butt turned outward, like a small shrimp, she could only see her hands on the back of her head, and asked nervously, "Did he see me, Xiao Wu. Brother? Has he gone?! Has the body been moved?!"
Bu Chonghua: "..."
"He's gone!" Bu Chonghua said coldly from the gap between his teeth, slamming the car door, turned around and walked away without looking back.