A red flag car stopped abruptly in front of the branch, and Song Ping got out of the car in a hurry, not even bothering to say hello to the deputy director of the branch, and asked bluntly, "Where's the person?"
"In Lao Xu's office, the mood is not very stable..."
Song Ping's face was also not very good-looking. He left the words "understood" and rushed into the Criminal Investigation Detachment building. Then he saw a figure not far away from the elevator entrance. Something was wrong in his heart. took a step.
- That's Yan Yan.
The arrogant and domineering little boy twenty years ago has grown into an adult, and the impoverished young detective has grown old; time flies by in this collision, too fast for people to react.
There was a hint of haze between Yan Yanying's brows, and then he lowered his eyes slightly, put out the cigarette butt by the window sill, threw it into the trash can, and turned away without saying a word.
"What's the matter, Bureau Song?"
"..." Song Ping watched the figure disappear into the crowd, then withdrew his eyes and said hoarsely, "It's nothing." Then he turned around suddenly and walked up the stairs quickly.
"Not to mention that we have evasion regulations, let's just say that the current level of danger in this case has far exceeded our original expectations. Our current conversation is entirely for your own good!"
As soon as Song Ping opened the office door, he saw Liao Gang, Meng Zhao, and Wu Yu, the deputy detachment leaders, standing in the office, looking both worried and embarrassed; Xu Zuxin was standing at the desk, persuading me earnestly, while Bu Chonghua was sitting in the chair. , looked gloomy, and said nothing.
Song Ping's temple suddenly twitched and stinged, and waved to interrupt Xu Ju: "Okay, you go out first."
"—For your own good, you know?" Xu Juyu was still angry, but he couldn't help but add angrily: "Hey! It's really killing you!"
Bu Chonghua did not respond.
Xu Ju was at a loss, so he could only beckoned to Liao Gang and the others to come with him. However, at this moment, Bu Chonghua, who had been unresponsive like a stone statue, suddenly said hoarsely, "Wu Yu stay."
what did he say
Several people looked at each other, thinking they had heard it wrong.
"...Me?" Wu Yu hesitated: "I'd better go, I'm not too..."
Xu Zuxin obviously agreed to take Wu Yu away, and was about to scold Bu Chonghua, but was unexpectedly interrupted by Song Ping: "Xiao Wu can stay, old Xu, go to the conference room and wait for a while. "
Everyone didn't understand what happened. Only Wu Yu looked a little strange. After hesitating again and again, he took two steps back and stood in the corner. Xu Zuxin, who was full of doubts, had to leave the office with the others.
There were only the three of them left in the room, Bu Chonghua sat upright in the armchair, Song Ping stood behind the large solid wood desk, and half of Wu Yu's body was hidden in the corner, with little sense of existence. Song Ping ignored him and said, "What are you thinking now?"
Bu Chonghua finally lifted his gaze towards the void, his eyes were bloodshot and shot directly on Song Ping's face.
"Why am I the only one who doesn't know that Wan Changwen has returned to the territory?"
I can't forgive it today, Song Ping thought.
He exhaled, pondered for a moment, and then said slowly, "After the Spring Festival this year, the Ministry of Public Security received a piece of information that Wan Changwen was fucking dead."
"The surnamed Wan is a dutiful son, and his family values are very heavy. His last words on his deathbed were to bury him with his father's ashes back to his hometown. After getting this information, the people above guessed that he would take the risk of smuggling back to China, and sure enough, he took his father with him soon after. Mom's urn smuggled across the border, from Guangxi all the way to Sichuan and Shaanxi, and entered the area of North China. The Ministry of Public Security has a leader to supervise the handling of this first-level wanted criminal. His hometown and parents and ancestry have already sent people to follow him, but at present we can only identify him. Trapped in the north without leaving the country, just don't know where exactly."
Bu Chonghua said coldly, "Where's his grandson?"
Song Ping said, "How do you know him..."
"Thirty years ago, Wan Changwen was wanted by the police in the three provinces. In order to cross the border, he threw his wife and daughter into the water when he got on the boat. Later, none of the wives he married in Myanmar gave birth to children, only the daughter who stayed in China later She gave birth to a grandson, who should be two or three years old this year, and is Wan Changwen's only bloodline. Has his daughter's family been under surveillance too?"
Song Ping was stunned.
Bu Chonghua stared straight at him, his gaze was like frozen ice.
"...As expected, you have been tracking him down." Song Ping's expression could not be described as angry, sad or relieved, "After so many years, you have not given up the idea of revenge..."
Bu Chonghua asked back, "Shouldn't I avenge my parents?"
"Yes, you should. But… "
"My parents are not suspects, they are martyrs who have sacrificed. Why do they restrict me with the principle of evasion?"
"You don't know how dangerous this matter is. A drug lord who has been deeply rooted in the Golden Triangle for so many years, even if he returns to China—"
"Is it okay not to do it if it is dangerous?!" Bu Chonghua interrupted Song Ping sharply: "Because there is danger, you can put down all your hatred and live a good life?! Because the living people want to enjoy life, they can ignore those People who went through fire and water to die?!"
Song Ping slapped the table and stood up: "I haven't forgotten them! I want to avenge them no less than you! It's been more than 20 years, and I've never forgotten that hatred!"
The office suddenly fell into silence.
Song Ping knew he had lost his words, and looked away angrily, his chest heaving up and down.
"If it's just Wan Changwen, it's not impossible to accommodate, but it's different when it comes to 'sharks'." Song Ping said in a low voice after a long time, "Now the case is very obvious, and the relationship between Wan Changwen and Qin Chuan is clear. Employment relationship, there is some kind of entanglement of interests between Qinchuan and Shark. Why did Shark's armed forces bloody the Shan State black market, just to kidnap Qinchuan, who runs a handicraft shop incognito? Why did Qinchuan use Baosan's pseudonym Buyers commented on the dark web of the Mariana Trench, is it deliberately releasing some kind of signal to the outside world? There are all kinds of mysteries in it, and when you think about it, it is very sinister... The wickedness and terror of the international drug lord, the shark, is the world's The police all over the world have heard of it, and those experts who are older, more professional, and more elite than you are helpless, how can I just watch you play and kill?"
These words are reasonable, and there is absolutely no false statement, but Bu Chonghua was indifferent, and even a sneer appeared in his eyes: "Yes, sharks are international criminals, Wan Changwen has been wanted by the Ministry of Public Security for 30 years, any of those experts They are more professional than me. But whose parents died? Theirs?"
"you… "
"The person in this world who wants to get back that blood debt most is me, Uncle Song." Bu Chonghua said coldly through his teeth, "It's not those experts, it's not you, it's me."
Song Ping looked at Bu Chonghua, and at the child who had been pulled up by his own hands, as if he had been slapped heavily in the face.
"...Okay, you have to go to this case, okay." After a long time, Song Ping gritted his teeth and said, "But have you asked other people's opinions? Xiao, they only work one day for one day's wages, are you sure they are willing to accompany you to go through fire and water without giving up?!"
As soon as Bu Chonghua opened his mouth, before he could say anything, Song Ping interrupted him unceremoniously: "Wu Yu!"
Bu Chonghua was stunned when he heard the words, and then turned around.
"You know how the Mariana Trench expanded in the Golden Triangle back then. No one here knows the dark web better than you. Come on, tell me yourself, would you like to accompany this surname Bu to die?!"
Wu Yu stood against the white wall and opened his mouth under the scorching gaze of Bu Chonghua, but made no sound for a while.
"Look at what I'm doing, eh?" He heard Bu Chonghua laughing under the starlight, his eyes seemed to have the most gentle ripples: "If you don't say anything, I'll kiss you."
"Actually, you have done a lot of things that you dare not be discovered by the police, haven't you? In fact, you also have some secrets that you are afraid of being discovered by them, don't you?!" The shark's bloody smile was reflected on the sharp blade, and every word seemed to Gangrene of the Bone: "Look at my eyes and tell me if it is! Painting, teacher!"
"This kid," Yan Yan stood outside the window of the interrogation room, with some pride and complacent between his eyebrows: "The surnamed Bu is somewhat capable of interrogation, right?"
…
Wu Yu closed his eyes.
He saw Diao Jianfa leaning on the ground, weeping bitterly and clinging to the legs of Bu Chonghua's trousers, as embarrassed as a backwater dog; the next moment his vision suddenly changed, he tried his best to raise his head from the ground, and found that the man lying on the icy floor of the interrogation room had become a Himself, Liao Gang, Cai Lin, Meng Zhao... The familiar faces were condescending, becoming stern, disgusting and unfamiliar.
Bu Chonghua's gaze was as sharp as a sword, as if he was going to dig out the most unbearable and terrifying secret from the depths of his soul, spread it bloody in broad daylight, and then smashed into pieces by the police badge hanging high in the sky. Earth blood mud.
…
"Me," he murmured, as if caught in a long-lasting nightmare, "I... don't know, but..."
He leaned his lean back against the wall, staring at the ground beneath his feet. But the two lines of sight on the opposite side seemed to become more and more distinct, causing him to even shiver from the burning, only to hear his own voice that seemed to be floating from the sky, dazed and unclear.
"…I don't want to investigate this case," he murmured.
"I don't want to face that anymore, I don't want to go back...I...I want to get out of here."
Wu Yu covered his eyes with one hand and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Even Song Ping didn't expect things to go this way, so he stayed on the spot.
Bu Chonghua suddenly stood up: "What did you say?!"
"I'm sorry." Wu Yu avoided their gazes and nodded hastily: "I have something to do today, first... take a step first."
He turned around and opened the door, just left Song Ping and Bu Chonghua in the office, and strode out.
"..." Song Ping said stunned: "That's not the case... Hey! What are you doing?!"
Bu Chonghua suddenly walked away, chasing out without saying a word!
"Wu Yu!"
Wu Yu hurried downstairs with no abnormal expression on his face, but his ears were buzzing.
"Stop for me!" Bu Chonghua shouted in a low voice, then he pressed the handrail and rolled down, only to hear the wind in the air, he landed firmly in front of Wu Yu, grabbed him and pressed him against the wall and asked, "What are you doing? mean?"
"..." Wu Yu said in a low voice, "It doesn't make any sense."
"You are not the kind of person who is afraid to run away because the criminals are extremely vicious. Where did you just say you were leaving? Jinhai? Nancheng Branch?!"
Wu Yu pursed his lips tightly, swallowed his dry saliva, and said hoarsely, "...I'm that kind of person."
Bu Chonghua was stunned.
"I don't want to look back, I just want to go forward." Wu Yu lowered his head deeply, covered his eyes with one hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm really... too scared, sorry."
Xu Zuxin and Liao Gang in the reception room upstairs heard the movement and hurriedly chased them out. A few messy footsteps came from the corridor entrance one after another. Liao Gang, who was running at the front, was caught off guard by this scene and was stunned on the spot. .
Bu Chonghua let go of Wu Yu, took a half step back, and the expression on his face could not tell whether it was doubt, disappointment or astonishment. After a while, he looked away and took a breath. With this action, he quickly stabilized his emotions. He didn't lose his temper in front of others. He just patted Wu Yu on the shoulder, and his hand strength was unquestionable, and he moved him downstairs, said solemnly. : "You come with me."
Wu Yu thought he was going to the office, but Bu Chonghua kept going downstairs, walked straight through the parking lot, opened the Wrangler he often drove, and said succinctly, "Get in the car."
"Team, you..."
"Get in the car." Bu Chonghua emphasized: "Take you somewhere."
During this period of time, there were many police cars driving in and out of the parking lot. Wu Yu didn't want to show anything strange in front of people. After a little hesitation, he got into the co-pilot. Immediately afterwards, Bu Chonghua slammed the car door, and without even setting up the navigation, he stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the precinct.
The loudspeakers on the street are one after another, and the aftertaste of the dispute just now is superimposed and fermented in this small space, and even the air is extraordinarily thin. Wu Yu was very worried, but Bu Chonghua didn't speak. The two of them were very silent along the way. They saw the scene outside the car window quickly retreating backwards. After getting off the viaduct, they turned to a high speed. The people in front were gradually sparse. The hillside undulates in the twilight.
Bu Chonghua stepped on the brakes with one foot and said lightly, "It's here."
Wu Yu looked up to the outside - Jinhai Martyrs Cemetery.
"you… "
Bu Chonghua turned a deaf ear, got out of the car and walked forward, Wu Yu had to hurriedly follow.
In the empty cemetery, only Xi Suo could hear their footsteps stepping on the grass. Bu Chonghua put one hand in his trouser pocket, walked through the rows of gray-black marble monuments, and walked forward without a word for a while. After eating, he suddenly stopped.
Wu Yu paused involuntarily, looking at the powerful inscription on the tombstone in front of him, his pupils slightly tightened—
[The Tomb of Martyr Zeng Wei, Martyr of Synchronic Light, Martyr of Kind Parents]
More than 20 years of vicissitudes of wind and rain have been engraved on this square stone tablet, so that the gold tracing on the name of the martyr has completely fallen off, revealing its dark red, jagged iron hook-like Chinese character skeleton.
There was a hint of sadness in Bu Chonghua's eyes, and he asked in a low voice, "Do you know how they died?"
Wu Yu did not answer.
He looked at the old and yellowed black-and-white photos on the tombstone. The fire ignited by the murderer more than 20 years ago was burning outside the window, and the house was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline. Because he couldn't make a sound, his whole body twitched terribly.
The firelight illuminated the corpses of the adults in the pool of blood, and the young mother looked at him from the crevice of the closet, her eyes wide and dead.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, he thought over and over again, if I'm afraid too, it's over.
If I ever had the slightest fear, the abyss would have shattered our bones.
"...I don't know, and I don't really want to know." Wu Yu lowered his head and said coldly and hoarsely, "You don't need to tell me about your parents."