Bang, bang, bang.
Footsteps stepped on the iron ladder step by step, echoing inside the empty building.
These commercial and residential buildings were well-known projects in Jinhai at the beginning, but a month ago, due to the fire in the color steel house, the government issued a document to suspend work for remediation. At present, work has not been fully resumed. There is almost no one on the entire construction site, and the floors are dark The interior is littered with reinforced masonry, and messy scaffolding is piled up beside the cement wall, giving the ghostly gloomy feeling in some horror movies.
"Agui died ten years ago, and the people who knew him were buried in the tunnel of the Hongshan torture chamber. His bones should have rotted into slag. You appeared in front of me today. Death, and this person also knows the relationship between Ah Gui and the painter."
Wu Yu climbed the last level of the iron ladder, stood in the middle of the floor, and stopped.
"Who sent you here, Thayer?"
The surroundings were silent.
"Or the one I didn't witness her death with with my own eyes," Wu Yu looked around and slowly spit out a name in Burmese: "Ma Yin?"
Suddenly, there was a pop from the top of his head, which was slightly smaller than that of a cat jumping over the beam. Wu Yu instantly raised his head and raised his dagger. The shadow above his head approached with the wind—ding! !
Metal sparks splattered, the killer fell from the sky, and the force of the Leng Bing Blade's impact made Wu Yu roll to the ground, and then he was kicked out in the face, crashing a large piece of scaffolding!
bang-
A takeaway electric car that ran a red light came to a sudden stop and almost overturned, but Bu Chonghua didn't even have time to turn around, and rushed across the intersection amid the takeaway's yelling, Jiang Ting hurriedly looked down at the location of his mobile phone: "Quick. !here!"
Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand and commanded while running: "Give me the phone!"
Jiang Ting: "What are you thinking about? This is my mobile phone. Do you think it's half of the sugar cane?!"
Bu Chonghua: "..."
Ahead is the construction site, and four semi-finished commercial and residential buildings stand gloomily under the sky. Bu Chonghua kept walking, one of his hands crossed the wall of the construction site, and landed neatly. He was about to turn his head to see if the "cousin-in-law" with a weak face jumped up. Three seconds later, he heard a bang and Jiang stopped pushing. Opening the rusted iron gate on the edge of the fence, he squeezed in and glanced at Bu Chonghua with a strange gaze.
"… "
The construction site in the busy city is miraculously quiet, and several semi-finished buildings with different progress are scattered in various directions. Bu Chonghua panted and looked around, lowered his voice and said, "I'm really curious about a question, no offense. Did you make a picture when you met my cousin?"
"No!"
"Then what do you rely on..."
"Charming personality!" Jiang Ting gasped for breath and waved suddenly, "Yan Yun! This way!"
When Bu Chonghua looked back, Yan Yan looked quite embarrassed—mainly because he had specially changed his shirts, trousers, and Italian handmade leather shoes with a string of zeros on the back of the price in order to meet Jiang Zing today, and he also applied hairspray to make them After taking a photo, you can get it on the cover of a magazine, but it takes less than a few minutes to search back and forth on the bumpy construction site.
"Can't find it!" Yan Yan was furious, and then stopped at Jiang: "Didn't I tell you to stay in the hospital and wait for me to pick you up?!"
Jiang Ting knew that he was wrong and did not reply.
Yan Yun was very dissatisfied and turned to Bu Chonghua: "What are you doing with Wu Yu? Hurry up and call him and ask where!"
Bu Chonghua said coldly, "He doesn't answer."
"why do not you answer?"
"… "
For the second time today, Yan Yan was so angry that he was so angry with his cousin: "So what did you do? Why did you offend your daughter-in-law again!"
Bu Chonghua ignored his cousin, forced his breath, and looked up at the four buildings.
It hasn't rained for a few days, the construction site is dusty, and the traces of footsteps cannot be seen on the dry and messy ground.
Wu Yu deliberately let the gangster leave the police encirclement. He rushed out of the underground parking garage more than a minute later, which was enough time for the gangster to disappear into the crowd, but Wu Yu was able to chase him back and forth to the construction site. It's the result of their mutual intentions.
—Where is he hiding, and is he in danger
On top of the stacked scaffolding is a towering tower crane. The building has not yet installed windows, and the floor is like a huge hole under the sky. Bu Chonghua's eyesight and hearing were mobilized to the limit. Suddenly, hundreds of meters away, in the middle of the building that was diagonal to where they were, the scaffolding shook in an uproar, and then a figure flew out of the window.
Wu Yu!
Bu Chonghua's pupils trembled, and then Wu Yu grabbed the steel pipe hanging outside the building and stabilized his body in mid-air; that thrilling scene didn't even pause, he swung up in the air to turn over and turned directly from the window. Back to the floor!
Bu Chonghua rushed over: "There!"
With a muffled sound, Wu Yu slid out from the back, and twisted with force at the moment when his mouth was full of blood, he used his hind legs to jam the killer's neck at a very tricky and vicious angle, and immediately knocked the opponent down on the hard side. on the cement floor.
"..." Wu Yu held the dagger in one hand and reluctantly stood up on the ground in the other, when suddenly he saw dripping on the ground in front of him, blood dripping from his nasal cavity one after another.
"You can't do it anymore, painter." The young man nailed the three-edged thorn to the ground, stood up with his strength, panted and laughed: "Admit it, time has taken away your fame, and it's time for you to disappear. "
Wu Yu staggered back, using the dusty wall to support his back: "What does Ma Yin have to do with the human bone helmet case? Did Chen Yuanliang send 'Sanqi' to kill her?"
The killer didn't say a word.
"It seems that you are not so sure of killing me, at least not as big as you have shown." Wu Yu laughed, "Admit it, little brother, you are not sure which of the two of us will disappear here today. , a man can only be brave with his mouth, and he won't grow up, understand?"
"You don't need to provoke me, someone like Sanqi can't get up to Sister Yin, and it's useless for the police to catch him." The killer said lightly, "I don't care about the human bone helmet, I'm here just to replace your name and take Just for the bounty."
Wu Yu said solemnly: "You really know the human bone helmet. Ma Yin and the shark got together?"
The killer didn't mind being ripped off by him, instead he raised his eyebrows and smiled, a bit of "you know" provocation in his demeanor.
"It was Qin Chuan who got the human bone helmet, but Sanqi was a broker for sharks, and you were from Ma Yin." Wu Yu raised his head and exhaled, "I can't think of a common goal as the link between these three people. ... It shouldn't be a peach relationship, right?"
The killer didn't answer, but seemed to suddenly remember something, which was very interesting: "I heard that there are some old-fashioned emotional entanglements between Sister Yin and Agui, and Agui and you. Is it true?"
"..." Wu Yu was stunned, as if he heard some ridiculous joke: "Agui and me?"
The killer raised his eyebrows.
"You must not be Ma Yin's confidant, otherwise you will hear another version of the story from her." Wu Yu shook his head and said regretfully: "People like you must not understand that truth, replacing a painter requires not only force, I need something else..."
"what?"
"Brain."
The killer laughed in anger, and the lightning was already in front of his eyes, and the three-edge dazzling dazzled his eyes, and Wu Yu gritted his teeth! With a sound of blocking, the loud sound of the collision of the two blades made people's eardrums hurt!
Despite the short respite just now, the difference in stamina, reaction, and speed cannot be made up. All fighting experience and analysis are useless under this huge face-to-face pressure. Wu Yu flew back along the root of the wall. In the blink of an eye, the three-edged thorn and the dagger made a loud noise. In the next moment, his lower back touched a hard object, which was a cement window sill!
There was no way to retreat behind him, Wu Yu instantly leaned back, his waist was almost bent at a 90-degree angle, the three-edged thorn slid under the collarbone, and an arc of blood stars splashed!
when-
Wu Yu's palm was empty, the dagger was spun out, and Xue Guangduo stabbed deeply into the crack of the brick on the wall.
The killer's iron-hard fingers clamped on his front neck, and the three-edged thorn threw up and caught it with his backhand: "I will remember your teachings, senior—" Immediately after, the sharp point of the knife was stabbing at the throat!
Everything was too fast to describe, Wu Yu raised his feet and was about to bring the killer down the windowsill when suddenly—Boom!
Hengli flew towards him, and the speed was as fast as a high-speed train rushing towards his face, and instantly knocked the killer out of the air. The two of them rolled out more than ten meters on the ground at the same time. The internal scaffolding two or three meters high beside the wall.
It's Bu Chonghua!
"...Fuck, you did a great job." Yan Xun ran up the stairs and ran out of breath, but he climbed up half a second later than this life-and-death scene. Said: "Beautiful brother, no one can beat you in your BGM!"
Wu Yu coughed out a mouthful of blood, and wiped it without looking at it. He stepped forward to open the hill made of bricks, ash, and wooden scaffolding, and pulled out Bu Chonghua, who was constantly coughing amid the billowing smoke: " How the hell did you find this place?!"
Bu Chonghua was embarrassed and grabbed Wu Yu's elbow with a backhand. The sharp stone pulled a bloodstain on his cheek, from the forehead to the tip of his eyes, and the bright red blood continued to flow to his chin, making the usually indifferent face more unrestrained and hostile out of thin air: "What do you think?!"
Wu Yu gasped for a while, then finally lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "I think you're out of shape."
"… "
He was still very handsome even though he had lost his appearance. In an instant, such a vague thought flashed through Wu Yu's mind. But he didn't say it, only laughed briefly, and said hoarsely and tiredly: "I thought it was the last time I saw you."
Bu Chonghua squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Say this again when you are in the hospital bed!"
"cough cough..."
The killer staggered up from the pile of scaffolding, his head was covered in dust and blood, and his appearance was not much better than Wu Yu. His eyes turned from Yan Yu, Wu Yu, and Bu Chonghua to look around, and finally settled on Bu Chonghua. On his face, he spit out a bloody spit: "It's really bad luck, it's you again..."
Bu Chonghua narrowed his eyes: "Sanqi?"
"He's not a 'Sanqi'." Wu Yu took two steps back and said hoarsely, wiped the blood that was flowing out of his nose with the root of his palm, and said, "He just wants a reward for my head."
Yan Yan said sensitively, "A reward? How much??"
Wu Yu didn't say a word. He took out the cigarette case and poured out a cigarette. He didn't know whether it was because he was enduring the severe pain or some other reason. When he lit the cigarette, his fingers trembled slightly, and the lighter reflected his clear and deep profile face in an instant.
At this time, there was a faint sound of sirens approaching and human voices shouting from downstairs, and the police from the local police station rushed to the outside of the construction site. The killer looked at the three people surrounded by a circle in front of him, then turned his head to look at the street in the distance, and said coldly: "Don't you know how much the head of the 'painter' is worth? Then you should even connect him to the one in the Golden Triangle. I haven't heard of all kinds of heroic deeds, which is a pity."
Bu Chonghua's blood-soaked eyebrows jumped: "What do you mean? Who told you that the painter was in Jinhai? Who sent you here?"
"It doesn't make any sense." The killer laughed: "Although I'm not a lifeless greedy thief like 'Sanqi', the whereabouts of the painter was indeed told to me by 'Sanqi'... No, it's not that he told me directly, he first told my client."
The police came, but he seemed to relax a little, his eyes slanted to Wu Yu from bottom to top, a little undisguised arrogance and threat: "As for who my client is—"
"Shut up." Wu Yu said lightly.
Bu Chonghua's gaze roamed back and forth between the two of them, his reaction was astonishingly fast, he immediately understood something, this killer was gambling!
He bet that Wu Yu would help him escape from the police like he did in the hospital's underground garage!
"..." Bu Chonghua's eyes changed dramatically, his mind changed, and he tilted his head slightly and said in a low voice: "Yan Yan."
As expected of his cousin, Yan Yan understood something when he saw his wink, and moved half a step towards the stairs, faintly blocking the only exit on this floor.
At the same time, the footsteps downstairs were noisy, the police dogs squeaked and approached, and the chasing soldiers had arrived.
"Senior painter." The killer smiled. "No matter what method you used ten years ago, you were able to escape from the Red Mountain torture chamber, and you can certainly do the same thing now, right?"
As the voices got closer, the space on this side became more and more deadly. Except for the tighter breathing of a few people, you could even hear the cigarette butts falling on the ground.
Wu Yu didn't seem to see Bu Chonghua and Yan Yu who had blocked his way. He raised his head and exhaled a long breath of blood and rust. He looked past the killer and looked at the boundless sky in the distance. He raised his hand and touched it. Right scapula.
In fact, I couldn't feel it through the T-shirt, but because I rubbed it too many times, my fingertips still seemed to be able to touch the light-ink-colored flying bird, like turning on the switch of an old gramophone.
"Going and going, going again, parting with Junsheng; we are more than ten thousand miles away, and we are each in the sky... The road is long and long, can we meet you? Huma is based on the north wind, and the south branch of the bird's nest..."
"The end of the world is difficult and difficult, who knows how long it will take to see each other after parting?" He heard the voice of the past ringing in his ears again, word by word: "Only birds can go all the way to the south, over the distant mountains and rivers, Find your own branch nest. . . ”
"Yes." Wu Yu lowered his eyes and said, "Of course I can do the same thing."
Bu Chonghua's brows tightened, and he pressed a few steps to scold: "Wu Yu!"
"Here! The footprints are here!" Footsteps came one after another under the stairs, and several policemen in the distance shouted at the same time: "I found it!" "Quick!"
In the end, Wu Yu took a deep and strong breath of cigarette, turned back and smiled, the black and white eye circles were a little red, and whispered: "I like you too."
He waved his hand and threw the cigarette butt to his side, and a star of red light appeared in the air—
Bu Chonghua foresaw something in an instant and roared: "Don't!"
But it was too late when he reached out to stop it. I saw Wu Yu suddenly pushed forward, hugged the unprepared killer head-on, and led him out of the edge of the empty floor with unbuilt walls like lightning, and plunged down!
This is the eighth floor!
"Wu Yu!"
Bu Chonghua rushed forward like an arrow from the string, and Yan Yan frantically pulled him behind him, lest he slipped and fell from the eighth floor. The next moment, Bu Chonghua's amber pupils reflected an incredible scene:
Wu Yu, who was falling rapidly, grabbed the wooden frame on the sixth floor, and the whole person fell for a while, smashing the two-story scaffolding in an uproar; countless broken bricks and broken wood wrapped him on the fourth floor, and he froze again on the fourth floor, shoulders, elbows, and knees. Make three buffer support points in turn, and use force to turn the falling posture. He was like a cheetah falling from the sky in front of everyone's eyes. He turned the air conditioner 135 degrees, and when he landed on the scaffolding on the second floor, he had already adjusted his feet to the ground, and his body that was bowed to the limit buffered most of the inertia— The large shed board centered on him cracked at the same time and collapsed!
Among the thousands of pieces of wood, he fell on the dirt road of the construction site and rolled, and rolled out more than ten meters before turning over and standing up.
"... huh, huh..." Wu Yu's eyes went black for a while, he staggered to his feet and took two steps, half-knelt in the pool of blood beside the killer's body, and took out something from his trousers pocket.
- Motorcycle keys.
Before the killer came, he parked his motorcycle at the intersection half a block away from the hospital, but it was not far from the construction site. This position must have been calculated in advance, so that he could escape quickly after completing the killing mission... Wu Yu's brain in severe pain I turned around a lot of thoughts, resisted the boiling blood in my throat and stood up, thinking: I only have three minutes at most.
Some of the missing escalators inside the building were replaced by climbing ladders. Even if Bu Chonghua jumped down in the middle, it would take three minutes at the fastest, and it couldn't be shorter. This time was long enough for him to rush out of the construction site, sneak into the nearest public place, quickly disguise and escape on a motorcycle.
Wu Yu let out a mouthful of hot blood, and just raised his head, he suddenly froze—
There was a figure a few meters in front of him, it was Jiang Ting!
The police sirens whistled on the road behind him, and the voices were chaotic. The roar of the police at high places and the rush of Bu Chonghua were all swept away by the gust of wind, bringing together the hustle and bustle of the huge city, rushing toward the sky like a torrent.
"...Come here," Jiang Ting gasped and stretched out his hand to Wu Yu: "Come over to me."
Wu Yu took a half step back, those trembling pupils suddenly fixed, so dark and dark that there was no light, and the hand holding the key slowly reached into his arms.
But Jiang Ting stared at him: "Don't you remember me, Xie Xing?"
"… "
"Do you remember that it was raining outside that day, you were lying on the bed in the dormitory, but you didn't help me collect the uniform, so I had to run back halfway and collect it myself? You know that I did the etiquette the next day because I didn't have the uniform. Taiwan, was punished by the instructor to stand for three hours, and you still patted your chest and promised me to invite me to eat at the three cafeterias?"
Wu Yu looked at Jiang Ting and seemed to want to move but couldn't. The hand in his arms trembled slightly involuntarily, and the tremor spread to his whole body.
No one knows what this sentence means to him, no one knows what happened to this mediocre, forgettable detail that only happened between the two of them in those turbulent years. Change the meaning of all situations.
"It's been thirteen years, Xing Xing." Jiang Ting also trembled strangely at the end of his voice, as if he was choking with force: "Come here, come to me."
It seems that time has frozen, turned into a long silent song, and disappeared far into the faint light and shadow of the years.
Wu Yu finally took a step forward mechanically, then another step, and was hugged tightly by Jiang Ting, pressing his head with messy black hair into his neck.
"Listen to Xie Xing, you shouldn't go any further, the Bu Detachment is very worried about you," Jiang Ting used all his strength to suppress the severe pain in his chest, and asked gently in Wu Yu's ear: "You Do you think it should go away like this, eh? Do you think it should keep him so worried?"
Wu Yu leaned on Jiang Ting's shoulder, his whole body was like a string that was taut to the limit, so tight that even if a feather fell, he would be shattered in an instant.
Two figures in the distance rushed out of the building one after the other. They were Bu Chonghua and Yan Yan, but Jiang Ting supported Wu Yu and did not let go. He pressed his head and face on his shoulder, and finally heard the ear A hoarse voice, as thin as a gnat, came from the side:
“… shouldn’t…”
Wu Yu closed his eyes.
Those words exhausted his last struggle, the whole world spun away quickly, and he fell into the abyss of consciousness.