"Being able to decipher so many things from a photo, the police officer Bu is also considered a talent." The young man who claimed to be Yan Zheng leaned back in the back of the chair. This sitting position made him look down at Bu Zhong. Hua: "It's a shame for a person like you to be a police officer. If you were a KOL in the new media, you should have become a millionaire by now."
Bu Chonghua clearly felt the undisguised ridicule in the other party's words, but he was indifferent: "I won the prize, but I have no malice, just curious."
Then he raised his head and glanced in the direction of the hospital bed: "Fortunately I met you, otherwise Professor Zhang would have woken up later."
Indeed, the breathing of the old man on the hospital bed is no longer as deep and long as before. According to sleep theory, he should have entered a light sleep state where he is about to wake up. If he delays for a while, maybe he can hear their conversation. .
Yan Zheng took a deep breath.
"Yes," he finally said, "I have a more general relationship with Zhang Boming."
Bu Chonghua knew that this sentence almost means "I really hate Zhang Boming".
"I am a realistic conservative, Zhang Boming is more metaphysical, and we have different opinions on many things. But there is no contradiction between us, but my roommate prefers his kind of person: perfect, excellent, dazzling, to himself and others All have extremely high moral demands and are highly idealized.”
Yan Zheng smiled in his nose, which sounded a bit complicated and sarcastic: "If my roommate was still alive, I would choose to stay away from such a person now, but it's too late to say anything now."
It was obviously the height of summer, but Bu Chonghua was sitting in the ward, but he seemed to be stuck in an ice cave.
"Bu Chonghua is the best person I have ever met in my life, and also my most perfect idealist..."
"Out of that door, the sun will still rise tomorrow, and you are still the perfect, excellent, dazzling Bu Chonghua... I should never have met you."
He thought that those sour adjectives at least expressed Wu Yu's affirmation of him, but who knew that it was not affirmative at all. From the very beginning, it was a subtle refusal of being bitten by a snake for ten years because he was afraid of the rope!
"... Then you," Bu Chonghua forced himself to look directly at Yan Zheng, he heard his voice and asked calmly, "Did you try to prevent your roommate from dropping out and going with Zhang Boming?"
"I have tried." Yan Zheng said lightly, "but he has his own path to walk, and he also has people he wants to save."
Does he have someone he wants to save
Yan Zheng stood up, nodded to Bu Chonghua, and issued the eviction order in a gentle tone: "Officer Bu, come here today. Teacher hasn't recovered yet, it's better for you to visit another day, not send it away."
Numerous thoughts flashed through Bu Chonghua's mind at the same time, but the surnamed Yan had already withdrawn and opened the door of the ward, his eyes were clear and strong and could not be rejected. Bu Chonghua slowly stood up from the sofa, paused for half a second, and then said, "But I..."
creak-
Yan Zhengbu and Chonghua turned their heads at the same time, only to see that the hospital bed was making a slight swaying sound, the old man unconsciously raised the hand on which the infusion bag was hanging, and then slowly opened his eyes.
Professor Zhang Zhixing woke up.
Yan Zheng displeased: "You—"
Yan Zheng couldn't stop him in time, but Bu Chonghua suddenly stepped forward and bowed his body beside the hospital bed: "Hello Professor Zhang, I'm Bu Chonghua, I've been respected for a long time."
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The elevator opened with a ding, Wu Yu walked out the door, glanced around under the baseball cap, lowered his head and turned left towards the ward at the end.
The floor of the oncology department is a single-double ward at its own expense. There are not many patients. During this period, most of them go back to take a nap. Wu Yu walked to the end and turned a corner, as silent as a shadow on the wall. He saw the patient's name on the door of the ward at the end of the corner, with the three words Zhang Zhixing written on it, but the curtain of the window on the ward door was hanging. But it was pulled up, unable to peep inside.
A trace of coldness climbed from the bottom of Wu Yu's heart to his throat. He was stunned and suspicious, and quickly looked left and right. He saw that some of the doors of the wards next to him were open or half-open, but except for a few rooms, they were basically There are no drapes.
In fact, it's just an unimportant little detail. It may be that the patient is afraid of being disturbed when sleeping, or it may be that the curtain is pulled at night and forgot to open it again during the day. But this little detail was enough to make Wu Yu tense up like a bird frightened, and he pondered a few times in his mind calmly in an instant: Why should the curtain be drawn
According to the time, Bu Chonghua should have arrived. What did they say inside
- Did they mention... mention "I"
No one could see the violent struggle in Wu Yu's mind. For several seconds, he couldn't even control it. He wanted to lean forward to the crack of the door and listen to the movement and conversation inside. But as soon as he took half a step, he changed his mind again. He wanted to turn his head and fly home to collect all the cash, and flee the city without stopping for a second, to the ends of the earth, the farther the better.
Those two impulses were tug-of-war in his mind, but in reality, only a few seconds later, Wu Yu forced himself to stand.
calm.
You must use all the information to accurately judge the situation before you can make a decision that may be irreversible once you act.
Wu Yu lowered his head, and no passers-by around him noticed anything unusual about him, not even a single eye on him. Like an ordinary visitor, he lowered his head and took two steps towards the stairs. The next moment, he heard the ward round nurse pushing a trolley, and he went straight to the door of Room 836, stopped, and knocked on the door:
"Nurse! Change the medicine!"
Several family members of patients who came out to fetch water just passed by. Wu Yu glanced around, and the distance and angle were like a mirror in an instant. He silently took two steps to the right, leaned slightly, and turned back to Ward 836, which was halfway across the corridor; the family members happened to block most of his figure, only to see the nurse pushing the door in.
At that moment, the scene inside the house flashed—
With his back to the door, Bu Chonghua stood on the side of the bed, and vaguely saw the old man on the bed showing his silver hair.
In addition, there was a young man at the end of the bed. He couldn't see his face at all, only a silhouette appeared.
The palpitations without warning suddenly hit the top of his head, and Wu Yu's eyelids jumped wildly, thinking: Who is that person
At this moment, the nurse closed the door with her backhand, blocking his vision.
"… "
Wu Yu stood there for two or three seconds, his chest heaving up and down, and his eyes rolled back. It just so happened that the nurse walked into the water room not far away, and at the entrance of the corridor next to the water room, a back flashed in sight and went straight upstairs.
Wu Yu's line of sight was stagnant in the blink of an eye.
It was a young man with an ordinary T-shirt and jeans, and a pair of high-top short boots on his feet. His steps were quite vigorous. This person was at the hospital gate just now. When Wu Yu got out of the taxi, he habitually glanced at the surrounding environment. He saw him stepping off the motorcycle halfway across the street. At that time, he felt that this person was moving very neatly. Also come to the Oncology Inpatient Building.
Such a coincidence
A trace of strangeness suddenly rose from Wu Yu's intuition.
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“… Regarding the buyer’s comment published by the anonymous user on the dark web, some people think that the other party may deliberately use this method to pass some kind of coordinates or information to the outside world. So after reading your paper, I think this is very important for our current investigation. The directions are of great help, so I have to take the liberty to come and ask you for advice." Bu Zhonghua paused and bowed slightly: "Elder Zhang is in a bad health, but he still came to disturb me, I'm really sorry."
The nurse had already changed the infusion bag and went out. Zhang Zhixing was leaning on the head of the hospital bed. Maybe he was a little haggard because he had just finished the operation, but he could see that his body was usually very tough. Yan waved his hand: "It's just a minor operation, it's not a big problem, it's because my daughter was too concerned to make such a big battle. It's very worthwhile to contribute to your public security work."
Bu Chonghua bowed his head and thanked him, ignoring the serious and icy gaze on the other side of the bed.
"Your opinion is not unreasonable, wrong digital certificate configuration may expose dark web server addresses, and browser security vulnerabilities may expose a user's real IP. From what you said, the suspect deliberately left unnecessary There are also buyers’ comments that are suspected of misleading the police’s investigation direction.” Zhang Zhixing pondered for a moment, frowned and said, “I have the intention to help you take a look now, but applying theoretical methods to actual investigation will cause many difficulties. The episode that a laptop can crack the FBI firewall can only appear in American TV series. Otherwise, you can send me the relevant materials and clues first. After I am discharged from the hospital next week, when I return to my daughter's house, I will talk to you immediately. Contact the Internet detectives on the side."
The old professor is worthy of being an OUHK tutor. In this old age and sickness situation, he is quick-witted and expresses clearly. Bu Chonghua said sincerely: "Thank you so much."
"No need to thank you, it won't be too late to thank the murderer." Zhang Zhixing sighed: "I also know the professor Chen Yuanliang you mentioned. Although the disciplines are different, I met at a meeting in Beijing before. I didn't expect that. Hearing it again is that Yin and Yang are separated, which is really embarrassing."
Then you don't know the relationship between Chen Yuanliang and Shark, Qin Chuan and others and how he died. If you know, it's not too late to sigh...
The old professor didn't notice the thoughts in Bu Chonghua's heart, and he sighed heavily: "The time is so fast, how can I be ill at this time!"
Bu Chonghua said: "Don't worry, take your time to recover. Drug lord Wan Changwen has been absconding for 30 years, so don't worry about these few days..."
"No, you don't understand." Zhang Zhixing interrupted him solemnly, "It's only in recent years that darknet crimes have really taken shape. Our technology is being updated, their technology is also being updated, and cybersecurity experts have painstakingly discovered the security. Vulnerabilities are often patched by the other side very quickly. This mental pursuit of each other is getting faster and more intense, and just a few days is enough to change a lot of situations, criminals are waiting for no one!"
Bu Chonghua was slightly stunned. He didn't know what to say for a while, but he said solemnly without saying a word: "Then you have to take good care of your body before you can continue to work for the public security. If you don't accidentally chop wood when sharpening your knives, then Didn't you teach us in technical class?"
Zhang Zhixing hesitated, shook his head and smiled bitterly, but after a while he couldn't hold back: "That's what I said, but if this knife could have been sharpened a few years earlier, if it could have been achieved through pure technical means Darknet confrontation, they won't... nor won't...”
Also not how
In an instant, Bu Chonghua realized the old man's thoughts—there is no need for Zhang Boming, Xie Qianshan and others to track the logistics of drugs on the dark web by means of undercover, and his son will not die in the end!
"... I'm getting old, and I often think about the past." Zhang Zhixing realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and stopped the topic, then took off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes before he smiled bitterly at Bu Zhonghua: "Officer Bu is busy with other affairs. I won’t let you sit any longer. Drug trafficking on the dark web is more subtle and dangerous than regular drug trafficking. Your leaders’ concerns are not unreasonable, and you must be careful during the investigation process!”
Bu Chonghua said: "I understand. But no matter how dangerous it is, someone has to do it. It's either me or another policeman. The danger is unavoidable."
Zhang Zhixing was stunned.
"how?"
The old professor's eyes flickered slightly, and he whispered after a while: "It's nothing, just suddenly remembered that you are not the first person to say this to me..."
Bu Chonghua's reaction was extremely fast, before Yan Zheng could speak to discourage him, he blurted out the next second: "The last person who said this to you was your son?"
Yan Zheng: "Bu police officer!"
Judging from the harsh ending, he probably wanted to drive Bu Chonghua out of the house immediately, but Bu Chonghua looked at Zhang Zhixing unmoved: "I know Zhang Boming, and he also decided to continue the undercover plan ten years ago for this reason. Has it been carried out?"
Zhang Zhixing was stunned: "You... you know my son?"
"Officer Bu!" Yan Zheng Huo Ran stood up and shouted: "It's almost done!"
Bu Chonghua said in a deep voice, "I know not only Zhang Boming, but also Xie Qianshan. I know that they are not very satisfactory in the end, but there is always someone..."
"Where did you meet my son? How did you know that he was not satisfactory in the end?" Zhang Zhixing suddenly interrupted Bu Chonghua: "Who told you? is not it?"
Bu Chonghua was a little surprised.
Yan Zheng took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"Did they also tell you that he committed suicide by jumping from the upstairs of the hospital?" Zhang Zhixing blushed and said angrily, "Impossible! I told you that Zhang Boming could not commit suicide! I know my son. , he is worthy of his duty and his conscience, how can they go around telling people that he committed suicide?!"
Bu Chonghua: "No, they didn't..."
Bu Chonghua was unexpectedly speechless, and immediately realized that Zhang Zhixing could not be stimulated like this because of his words. This was the result of long depression but no one listened. Sure enough, the next moment, Zhang Zhixing forcibly turned over and sat up, and the infusion stand almost collapsed: "I told many people, I told everyone in the investigation team that there was a problem in the investigation of his death, and there were many reasons behind this incident. Big doubts! But they won't believe my words! - Come on, police officer Bu, you judge the truth, you also know Zhang Boming, tell me if he is the kind of person who would commit suicide? You tell me the investigation team in Yundian Do you believe it or not?"
Facing the old man's grief and indignation, Bu Chonghua spit out a word with difficulty: "I..."
"Okay, teacher, okay." Yan Zheng quickly bypassed the hospital bed to block Zhang Zhixing, and at the same time signaled Bu Chonghua to leave quickly: "I know, you lie down first, I know."
"How can they tell people that he committed suicide? Isn't that slandering people? Officer Bu, you also know Zhang Boming, do you think I'm right?!… "
Zhang Zhixing was obviously in a state of stress. He was so excited that he couldn't help himself. When he caught Bu Chonghua, he would force him to agree with his statement. Then he turned to Yan Zheng and insisted that he agree. Yan Zheng could only force the old man to the head of the hospital bed He did not let him move, and rang the bell again to call the nurse to come over to re-insert the needle, and winked sternly to urge Chonghua to walk away.
Bu Chonghua's mind was very confused, he subconsciously took a half step back, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something in the confusion.
—The photo frame that was placed on the coffee table just now.
The nurse hurriedly pushed in the door. The old man's rants, solemn comfort, and hurried footsteps resounded through the ward, and no one noticed.
Bu Chonghua thought about it, picked up the photo frame silently and exited the door, dodged and stood by the door outside the ward, hiding from an angle that could not be seen inside the door, and quickly pulled the detachable iron hook on the back of the photo frame.
There is Zhang Zhixing's son in this photo, which may be of great significance to the old man. He can't just take it away in his arms, and he must return it to the original place immediately after reading it. Therefore, Bu Chonghua acted very fast. He gritted his teeth and opened the four back hooks one by one. He almost didn't care if his hand was scratched. With a soft sound, he took off the back of the photo frame that had not been opened for many years, and an old photo flickered. Floating out, he was quickly caught by his discerning hand—
His conjecture was correct.
The young man was eager to take the photo frame back from his hand, indeed because everyone's name was printed on the back of the photo, from Zhang Zhixing in the middle of the first row to the young man in the third on the right, in order:
Zhang Boming, Xie Xing, Jiang Ting.