Wu Yu was startled.
Director Wang's mouth was immediately crooked: "Hey—you surnamed Bu..."
Bu Chonghua slammed the car door and stepped forward with a few strides. He was so fast that Director Wang didn't have time to stop him. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed Wu Yu's elbow: "Take my words as your ears?"
Wu Yu bowed his head and explained, "Director Wang asked me to bring up some physical evidence for the trace inspection, and I will go back by myself later..."
Bu Chonghua immediately dragged Wu Yu over, and said coldly, "Is your field allowance issued by the criminal investigation or the technical team?"
"..." Director Wang was furious: "Who do you look down on with the surname Bu! Bureau Xu said that from the next quarter, each of us will be given a subsidy increase of 200 yuan!"
A few trace inspectors on the side nodded vigorously, and secretly cheered on their boss, but Old Wang only dared to attack Bu Chonghua from behind, and it was easy to expose his cowardly nature of being strong outside and inside - Bu Chonghua didn't even care, staring at Wu Yu and mocking: "What I said doesn't work for you, right?"
He was sure that Wu Yu would not change his face in front of everyone, and sure enough, the two faced each other for a few seconds, only to see Wu Yu biting his canine teeth, and finally his throat moved up and down: "...I'm sorry, the team."
Bu Chonghua didn't wait for him to say another word, and as soon as his elbow hooked his neck, he dragged him to the jeep. Wu Yu staggered and was almost picked up by him, pushed and shoved into the passenger seat, and then slammed the car door with a "bang!"
Director Wang put his hands on his mouth in a trumpet shape, and was filled with righteous indignation and condemned: "You, the surname Bu, is too much!"
Bu Chonghua lowered the car window and shouted, "I'm giving you two hundred to buy Bawang Anti-hair loss shampoo!"
The police Wrangler started with a bang, rushed down the road, the exhaust swept up Director Wang's sparse hair, and then disappeared amid the angry protests of Lao Wang.
At the exit of the Panpo Highway, the police car turned around when the green light turned on and merged into the main urban road that was busy in the evening rush hour.
Except for the sound of the car's engine, the air in the cab was dull and no one made a sound. The speed of the vehicle on the dashboard showed 60 kilometers per hour. Wu Yu was wearing a seat belt and his back was pressed against the seat back.
His appearance seems to be very calm, but in fact, he is tensed from the side of the neck to the shoulders and back. If you look closely, you will find that even the waist is slightly bowed forward - that is a person who often lives in danger, protect an instinctive gesture of oneself.
Two kilometers straight ahead is the Nancheng District Public Security Bureau, but the jeep turned on the left without warning. Wu Yu glanced sideways from the corners of his eyes, and saw Bu Chonghua staring at the road without squinting, and his sharp-edged eyebrows were reflected in the rear-view mirror—from the picture that was said to have fascinated the little girls in the entire precinct. There was no emotion on the dying Jun's face, and he couldn't even guess what was going on in his heart.
"... team," Wu Yu finally said with a smile, and asked casually, "Did we go wrong? It doesn't seem like..."
"Stop acting, there's no one else here."
All expressions on Wu Yu's face disappeared instantly: "This is not the way back to the precinct, where are you taking me?"
Bu Chonghua said lazily, "Guess what?"
Wu Yu didn't say a word, he stretched out his hand and held down the car door - but at the same time, Bu Chonghua suddenly overtook the car, turned on the light and merged the line. Stop firmly, the tires are screeching--shit!
Wu Yu was caught off guard and leaned forward, looked up and was stunned.
- Jinhai First People's Hospital.
Bu Chonghua unfastened his seat belt: "Why are you standing there, waiting for me to invite you down?"
"...What are you doing here?"
"an examination."
"what to check for?"
Only then did Bu Chonghua stingly spit out a one-word answer: "Back."
No matter what angle you look at, the leader of the detachment is not like the kind of boss who cares about the health of his subordinates. He is equally stormy to the enemy and his own people. The little hairy thief who went down to the detention center for the third time in the palace has a deep understanding - Wu Yu stopped it at once, and sure enough, Bu Chonghua's straight sword eyebrows slightly raised: "If you don't check it clearly, wait for your next opportunity. Will you touch porcelain again?"
There were people coming and going in front of the hospital building. Everyone passed by and looked back at the big SUV painted with Jinhai Police. The two people inside and outside the car were deadlocked. Bu Chonghua's upright posture knew that it was a criminal police officer. In contrast, Wu Yu is a bit like a criminal suspect who has just been picked up from the scene of anti-pornography and crime-fighting.
Wu Yu hesitated for a few seconds, took a deep breath, lowered his head and said, "Yes, Bu detachment, please trouble yourself. But I just accidentally fell, and now it's all right, you can see this hospital... "
"What about this hospital?" Bu Chonghua asked coldly.
"Look, look at how handsome the policeman is!" "Take two secretly and don't get caught..." "The one in the car looks good too, what a pity that he was caught?" "Take one and take one!"
Whispers came from several directions at the same time, and when Bu Chonghua turned his head, he bumped into two girls who were holding up their mobile phones casually across the flower bed.
Wu Yu: "About this fee..."
The next moment, he was quickly dragged out of the car door by Bu Chonghua's sharp eyes: "Get down immediately!"
"—Tsk tsk tsk, how could it fall like this, the young man just didn't pay attention when he climbed up and down." The old vice president helped his glasses, scribbled down a line of big characters, and poked his index finger at the inspection monolingual earnestly: "Fortunately, If you didn't fall into an internal injury, otherwise your family has to prepare to sell the house now - don't take it seriously, how many people are jumping around after hitting a car, thinking it's okay, fell down in two days, hey, there's no help! You young people now, you don’t usually know how to pay more attention to big V and read more popular science…”
Wu Yu sat in the doctor's office with his head down, and several times he tried to speak, but was ruthlessly interrupted.
"Okay, take the medicine on time and pay attention to disinfection, don't be greedy for the cold and don't do strenuous exercise," the old vice president finally slapped the checklist in front of him and waved his hand: "Go back to your captain."
"..." Wu Yu finally had no choice but to take the checklist and asked, "Where do I go if I pay the fee..."
"Payment?" The vice president didn't take it seriously: "No, your detachment has already paid, so go back and have a good rest."
Paid
Bu Chonghua
Wu Yu finally stayed.
It was twilight and night fell, and the corridor outside the administrative office was empty, with bright light reflecting off the white walls. Wu Yu came out with the checklist, and saw a silhouette on the bench in the corridor not far away, and his footsteps stopped slightly.
- Bu Chonghua did not leave.
The business department of the Public Security Bureau, especially the criminal police detachment, is very familiar with doctors and nurses because they often have to go to the public hospital in their jurisdiction to go through the formalities, issue certificates, detain suspects for physical examination, etc. As the leader of the detachment in Nancheng District, Bu Chonghua came here just like going home. He asked the vice president to say hello and asked Wu Yu to join the team. He found a bench in the corridor outside the office and sat down with his head slightly. He leaned against the wall, put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and closed his eyes for a nap.
At the beginning of the night, the area outside the office was deserted. At the end of the corridor, a few nurses passed by prescribing medicine, blushing and whispering, and then laughed and slapped each other and left.
Wu Yu was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked over, stopping in front of Bu Chonghua.
Asleep, he thought.
It's not surprising to fall asleep. No matter how energetic the detachment is, it's not made of steel, after all, the suspects will be caught on the spot when they go out on a mission. After more than 20 hours of high-intensity work, they will of course be sleepy.
But under the circumstances of such high-intensity work, he still remembered a newcomer with a mediocre face who had a wound on his back, and could understand the difficulty of the other party's difficulty in speaking out - he was not like that kind of person.
Wu Yu had some indescribable feeling in his heart. He leaned down slightly, narrowed his pale pupils, and looked at his titular boss.
He has seen too many things, seen too many people, and experienced too many ups and downs and helplessness. He can see through a boss like Bu Chonghua at a glance - he is energetic, sharp in style, born in the elite of a top university, his personal character is impeccable, and he is engraved with loyal and firm beliefs from his bones, and he is an absolute perfectionist. The dual halo of background and ability has given him a starting line that others can't match from the very beginning, and he should have a bright future ahead of him in the future.
This kind of completely positive and flawless elite image is praised by the media and the public, and supported by the grassroots. It is a matter of course.
Wu Yu lowered his eyelashes lightly and used this slight movement to cover up the strangeness - no one could see the ugly, hidden and invisible resentment under the mask of the gentle and good old man, slowly emerging from the depths of his soul. emerge.
Why is their life so smooth
Why do their achievements and glory focus on the high light, while some people will struggle in the dark, their iron bones and loyalty will be crushed, their bloody heads will be thrown into the abyss, and even their names will be buried in the world forever. Wouldn't the hell know
Wu Yu stood up and exhaled a hot breath while trembling.
Bu Chonghua did not know how he was evaluated. He seemed to be sleeping soundly, with his head against the wall, breathing lightly and evenly, his sturdy shoulders dangling seldom, and his spine so straight that it seemed to be supported by a sword.
Wu Yu gave up the idea of calling him, and was about to turn around and leave without making a sound.
But at this moment, he suddenly noticed the solemn sleeping posture like a military posture, and his movements condensed slightly.
- There are not many people sitting and sleeping like this, and the familiarity that suddenly jumped out from the depths of the subconscious made him feel a little dazed for a moment.
"How could it be possible to see something wrong just by sleeping posture... Hey, where else am I showing my secrets, you say?"
"… "
"Say you?"
The hospital corridor was quiet and empty. Bu Chonghua silently opened his eyes and looked at Wu Yu who was standing in front of him.
However, Wu Yu did not see it. He raised his head slightly, this action made the deep shadow of the clavicle thin and obvious under the light, his eyes were scattered in the void, his pupils seemed to freeze, and the words of the answer sounded, as if they were still in his ears:
"—Look at what the horses in this place usually look like, and then look at yourself, even when you are sleeping, you are standing upright. Are you standing in a military posture?"
"Tiaozi has trained you too well, how can you not show your stuff."
"What do you think I do?" Bu Chonghua suddenly asked.
Wu Yu was shocked silently, and suddenly looked down, the two of them looked at each other from the air.
Generally speaking, people who are naturally good-looking will always feel a little different in temperament when they grow up, or at least they will be more confident because they are used to being praised by others since childhood. But Wu Yu was the exact opposite. In Bu Chonghua's eyes, he couldn't talk about such a thing as temperament - he was taciturn, his posture was not straight, and his reaction was a little slow; roadside. Even if someone asks him by name, he hesitates for a few seconds before saying each answer, as if he has to cover up carefully at any time, pay attention, and avoid arguing with anyone.
When they first came, the young Maotou young people didn't know that he was a related household, and they used to make fun of him, but Wu Yu was never angry. He is very friendly to everyone, never resists Bu Chonghua's various harassment and severe reprimands, and is docile to the point where he seems weak and can be bullied - of course now that Bu Chonghua knows, this kid has probably been greeting himself in his heart. Eighteen generations of ancestors.
But at this moment, when he was standing in the hospital corridor, looking down at Bu Chonghua, his undisguised eyes were quenched with cold light in the shadow of his brows, his eyes were covered with red threads, like a bloody sword unsheathed, enough to make people feel All shake.
Bu Chonghua thought for a moment that he had read it wrong, and then Wu Yu returned to his old appearance, raised his neck slightly and said vaguely, "I didn't see anything."
"..." Bu Chonghua looked him up and down suspiciously: "What were you thinking when you stood there just now?"
Wu Yu snorted: "I think about the case."
… Believe in you to be a ghost!
Bu Chonghua wanted to ask further questions, and Wu Yu coughed in disguise: "It's very late, captain, are you not going home?"
It was indeed past eight o'clock. Bu Chonghua stood up and was about to say something when the ringing of his cell phone interrupted him - it was Liao Gang.
"Hey boss, we invited a sketch expert from the Criminal Investigation Bureau to materialize He Xingxing's confession. Now that the specific details of his sketch have come out, can I send it to you?"
Bu Chonghua was interrupted by this and had no time to ask Wu Yu: "Send it here."
Liao Gang hung up the call, and after a while, the phone buzzed, and there was a vivid skull on the sketchpad.
Before Bu Chonghua had suspected whether the murderer was wearing a mask similar to a skeleton, He Xingxing was extremely frightened and regarded the murderer as a zombie. But he didn't realize it was more of a helmet than a mask until a drawing from a crime sketching expert came in.
The lower part of the helmet is the ossified front face, the eye socket is huge, the nasal cavity is exposed, and the teeth are partially mutilated. The upper part is cut off from the Tianling cover, and three rectangular bones are connected on the left and right sides of the forehead and temple. These three bones are all slightly curved, and the parietal bone is covered above these three bones. At first glance, it looks like a big one. A small or two melon caps made of bones are stacked on top of each other.
Bu Chonghua has been a front-line criminal policeman for more than ten years. Don't even hear about such a helmet. What is it
Wu Yu suddenly said, "This helmet..."
Bu Chonghua was a little surprised. He saw Wu Yu staring at the portrait and said in amazement, "I've seen it before, this is—"
The bonfires crackled loudly in the countryside at night, men and women, young and old, sat around or knelt, and in every direction there were weeping and chanting scriptures. Human skulls danced and danced in the licking flames, white smoke rose into the night sky, exuding an old odor mixed with fragrant smells...
"What is it?" Bu Chonghua immediately asked.
"God jumping."
"what?"
The two of them looked at each other, and Wu Yu hesitated: "In the past, the village exorcism was a great god, isn't there in Jinhai?"
"That's not the case with the Great Northern Dancer," Bu Chonghua's sharp brows furrowed: "It's all wearing a hat, covering his face with colorful tassels, and wearing a colorful mask on his face. And the Great Dancer usually has two wizards. , respectively called 'One God' and 'Two Gods', and tying bells and drums, singing and dancing... Have you ever seen this human bone helmet? Where is your hometown?"
Wu Yu's face was slightly stiff, and for a few seconds, Bu Chonghua felt that he seemed very surprised.
But he quickly regained his senses and said, "Actually, I haven't seen it with my own eyes, maybe my memory is wrong..."
"Where is it?"
The two of them were in a stalemate face to face, and Wu Yu couldn't see it, so he finally exhaled and whispered, "...while watching TV shows the Qing Palace drama."
Bu Chonghua said nothing and put away his phone.
Wu Yu silently followed behind Bu Chonghua, the two walked out of the hospital, and it was already dark outside. Bu Chonghua looked at the time, and after hesitating for two seconds between "I'll take you to the nearest subway station" and "Have a taxi yourself," he asked, "Where do you live?"
Wu Yu immediately said, "No need for captain, I live in the south, and I can take the subway by myself."
Bu Chonghua said, "I'll send it to you."
"… "
"Didn't your back hurt?"
Bu Chonghua doesn't care much about people, but when he cares, it definitely makes people nervous. Wu Yu subconsciously wanted to decline, but Bu Chonghua had already turned around and walked towards the parking lot in front of the hospital building, without looking back: "You wait here, I'll drive the car over."
Wu Yu froze in place and thought: ... He was actually just afraid that I would find an excuse to take sick leave tomorrow.
Wu Yu was against Bu Chonghua, a person who was born with high light, but he didn't want to be so tit for tat with his boss. Before he came to Jinhai, his vision for the future was that it is best to keep a distance with no conflicts and disputes with everyone, to get along with everyone politely for a few years, to get a good salary on time every month, and then whether it is the promotion of leaders or His own transfer from Jinhai can be regarded as a relatively perfect transition in his life.
After all, at his age, it is very difficult to reintegrate into society, and finding a way to live alone will make him feel more comfortable.
- But Bu Chonghua is not the same as the superior leader he imagined.
Bu Chonghua is a very unbureaucratic boss in the system, but he is too young, sharp, too sharp, easily intruding into the safe distance of others, and has a strong desire and ability to dominate, which occasionally makes Wu Yu Feeling very uncomfortable.
The street in the distance was full of traffic, and the lights were just coming on. Wu Yu stood slightly stiff at the gate of the hospital. He wanted to leave several times, but he was a little hesitant.
At this moment, a black A6L suddenly drove into the hospital gate from the darkness, stopped silently in front of the doorstep, and immediately lowered the driver's window: "Wu Yu!"
Wu Yu's eyebrows twitched.
- It turned out to be Lin Fang.
The car door opened with a click. Lin Fang smiled and looked at him. In the night, his eyes shone brightly: "Come on, I'll take you home."