"The suspect fell from the eighth floor and was crushed to death on the spot. Xiao Wu found his broken mobile phone in his pocket... After the technical team restored it in the evening, it can be seen that the suspect often called a number ending in 2369 before his life. The last phone call before his death was also from this number, in addition to a large number of deleted voice chat records... "
Wu Yu seemed to be floating in the chaotic warm water, his consciousness was dark and groggy, and he vaguely heard someone walking and talking beside him.
But he couldn't wake up, his exhausted spirit seemed to be suppressed, and he couldn't keep his thin eyelids open.
"Can the chat records be restored?" Bu Chonghua asked Wang Jiuling while standing beside the hospital bed.
"Voice on WeChat is more difficult, and text and pictures are relatively easy." Director Wang glanced outside the ward, approached and said softly, "I have something to tell you, you must be mentally prepared."
"what?"
"The last message of the suspect before his death was to take a photo of you standing in the corridor of the ward chatting with people, and sent it to this 2369."
Bu Chonghua's complexion changed.
But this was not the end, Wang Jiuling lowered her voice even more: "According to the hospital surveillance video, 2 minutes and 16 seconds after this photo was sent, Xiao Wu suddenly appeared in the security corridor and blocked the suspect. That is to say... "
In other words, Wu Yu may have made the move in a hurry because he found out that the other party was secretly photographing Bu Chonghua!
Wang Jiuling wanted to say something, but Bu Chonghua suddenly stopped him and turned his eyes to the hospital bed.
I saw Wu Yu, who was still in a coma just now, struggling. Under his eyelids, he could clearly see his eyes moving and his breathing was short and short, which was a typical sign that he would not wake up. Wang Jiuling let out a pleasant surprise, and with a loving look on her face, she wanted to pull Wu Yu's hand, and wanted to take the opportunity to express the technical team's thirst for talent, a good-natured comrade; but he didn't have time to start his performance. , was pulled away by Bu Chonghua and pushed to the outside of the ward.
"Hey, you donkey face, what are you doing? I don't deserve to have the right to welcome the little comrades... to express condolences?" Director Wang slammed the door of the ward: "I also brought two pounds of Xinjiang jujube to visit the doctor! Look at it! ! Am I leucorrhea?"
Bu Chonghua grabbed the bag of dates in his hand and told him, "Next time, remember to bring the peanuts, longan and melon seeds together." Then he called the door mercilessly.
Director Wang: "..."
Facing the hard and icy door, Director Wang's hatred, old and new, came straight to his heart: "You're Bu, you don't even want to give half a box of marinated eggs to the technical team, but you're so embarrassed to ask me for melon seeds!"
As soon as Bu Chonghua turned around, he saw that Wu Yu was already propping up the bed with his elbows, barely sitting up, looking at Bu Chonghua with bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to confirm that he really existed in front of him, not a dream. of:
"… you… "
Bu Chonghua firmly supported him: "Don't move."
He leaned Wu Yu on the fluffy snow-white pillow, removed two pieces of the medicine on the head of the bed that the doctor had ordered, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to Wu Yu's chapped lips. Reached out and grabbed it.
"Eat." Bu Chonghua whispered, "It's a painkiller."
But Wu Yu didn't move, his eyes were distracted and his mind was dizzy. He just grabbed Bu Chonghua's hand and stared at him in a daze. After a long time, he asked slowly, "...Are you going to catch me?"
"what?"
Wu Yu repeated it again: "Are you going to arrest me?"
It was very late, and the orange light of the table lamp reflected on half of his face. The edge of the medical gauze attached to his forehead was faintly showing blood, which reflected the abnormally black hair, and his complexion was cold and white. Dazed and uncertain look.
This was the first time that Bu Chonghua had observed Wu Yu's face so carefully and closely after the desperate kiss in the carriage late that night, and a ridiculous guess suddenly flashed in his heart—is it him
This thought was like sharp shards of ice thrown into my heart, and then the entire central nervous system was slightly warmed.
Bu Chonghua looked at the eyebrows and facial features that were just a short distance away, trying to find out the details that overlapped with those of 20 years ago, but it was indeed too long. No matter how hard he tried to search his mind, the only messy and broken memories were his thin and sturdy back in the moonlight, and the hot blood on the boy's cheek when he turned his head for the last time.
Did you come back to me again
However, how could it be so coincidental that there are so many people in the vast distance
"...If you don't take the medicine, I'll take you away." Bu Chonghua leaned closer, his breath almost touching the smooth skin of Wu Yu's cheeks, and said coldly, "Grab it and lock it at home, I'll see you Can you jump off the eighth floor?"
Wu Yu whispered, "I won't dance anymore."
After a pause, he said, "I want to kill him too much, sorry."
Bu Chonghua looked at his red eyes: "Why don't you let the suspect fall into the hands of the police?"
Wu Yu didn't say a word this time.
"Who sent him to kill you?"
"… "
Wu Yu remained silent, and Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand to pull back his cold chin, "Wu Yu, you should know that the suspect has sent my photo to his employer. We are now grasshoppers on a rope, do you think that I know too much, but the murderer will not take into account how little I know. In case something happens one day, I will be a fool to accompany you on the road. When we get to the underground, you can explain it to me slowly, okay? ?"
Wu Yu didn't move for a long time. After a long time, he finally bent his legs and put his elbows on his knees. He wiped his face with both hands, and his scarred fingers were inserted into his hair.
He closed his eyes, and there was still dried blood on his chin that the nurse had not wiped off, vaguely tucked into the deep hollow of the neck along the line of his neck. Because of his naturally light frame, his clavicle was deeply sunken, and the blood cut from the three-sided thorns almost ran across the front of his chest. The doctor said that as long as one centimeter went further, he would injure a large blood vessel, and he would be dead in an instant. Unexpected.
He is like a cat that has been injured in the wild. The scars all over his body have tempered a sharp and thrilling beauty from his bones.
"... That person's name is Ma Yin." Wu Yu made a hoarse voice between his arms, "It's Thayer's only daughter."
- Thayer, ten years ago in the Hongshan torture room, the undercover mission that Wu Yu was almost exposed by Zhang Boming was abandoned; it was also the earliest and most brilliant military exploit in his thirteen years of hardship.
Bu Chonghua asked sensitively: "Didn't you say that Thayer's forces have been wiped out, even Arthur Hodgson has been arrested? Why did his only daughter escape?"
Wu Yu took a deep breath, and before his eyes appeared the shaking torches in the tunnel, the bloodstains winding on the ground, and the girl who staggered back with a knife under her chest and ribs, unbelievably.
He rubbed his face heavily from top to bottom and said, "I don't know, I don't know how she escaped from the collapsed tunnel. It should have been soft at the time."
"Are you soft?"
"Well." Wu Yu paused before saying, "Maybe he was still young at the time."
Bu Chonghua was a little surprised. He thought that a person like Wu Yu would not be the slightest bit soft when he was ruthless, but then he seemed to think of something.
Could it be that something happened between him and that Mahin
Wu Yu did not dare to let the suspect fall into the hands of the police, was it because he was afraid that he would reveal this
Bu Chonghua's tongue is a little unspeakable. He knows that with Wu Yu's behavior, if there is one thing he can't justify, then the inside story behind it must be ten times, a hundred times bigger than the doubts he showed. even unimaginable.
"The suspect said that 'Sanqi' can't climb up to Ma Yin, and Ma Yin knows the human bone helmet, which means that she, Qin Chuan, and the shark should be tied together now." Wu Yu murmured: "But I can't think of anything. Common interests can tie them together, is it just to take the head of the 'painter'?"
painter.
Bu Chonghua took a breath and asked after a while, "...Why do you give yourself such a common code name?"
The tone of his words was normal, there was nothing unusual, and there was no hint of temptation. But at that moment, his eyes were locked tightly on Wu Yu's face, as if he wanted to find clues about that bloody night twenty years ago from that tired and pale face.
But unexpectedly, Wu Yu's reaction was flat and normal: "The code name was created by a special situation, and it has nothing to do with me."
"Does that have any special meaning?"
Wu Yu shook his head: "I don't know either. But I heard from Zhang Boming before that there was a border undercover agent 20 or 30 years ago who also took the painter as the code name, and finally retired, and the ending was very good. So maybe they thought the painter was This title itself has a bit of auspicious omen." Speaking of this, he smiled half-jokingly and half-self-deprecatingly: "Speaking of this, it may be thanks to this code name that I can come back alive. "
This is the second time in just 24 hours that Bu Chonghua has been caught off guard by hearing the words Zhang Boming from someone else's mouth.
Bu Chonghua has always been calm, sharp, and calm, and he has a sharp-edged and powerful sense that is unique to young high-ranking people. But at this moment in the quiet and private ward, his thoughts were rarely confused. He only looked at Wu Yu, and there were a lot of words stuck in his throat and he didn't know what to say.
Wu Yu raised his head and looked at him, his eyes wandered back and forth from his handsome eyebrows, his straight nose bridge and cheeks, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with you?"
The two of them were very close. Bu Chonghua sat on the edge of the hospital bed, with both hands in the pockets of his suit pants, turning his head to look at the ground under his feet. When he thought about it, he had a calm air. Wu Yu stared at the wide shoulders, narrow waist, and strong long legs that he had exercised over the years with strict self-discipline. I couldn't help but look at him again, but this time I happened to meet Bu Chonghua's sudden gaze.
"Wu Yu," he paused for a moment before he asked in a deep voice, "Do I sometimes remind you of Zhang Boming?"
Although it was a question, his ending was straight.
Wu Yu didn't expect him to ask such a question, so he was stunned at the time, and it took a few seconds before he shook his head and laughed, probably meant to pretend to be mocking, but as soon as the corners of his lips opened, he revealed his true emotions: "No, No. It's probably only you who will like me in this world."
Then he seemed to endure it, but he couldn't. He reached out and carefully touched the gauze on the other side of Bu Chonghua's forehead:
"And you're much more perfect than him. Even if you're out of shape, you're still pretty. I don't know why you... would like me."
The deepest part of Bu Chonghua's heart seemed to be stabbed heavily by something, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Wu Yu's finger, leaning over to kiss the dry and soft lips.
Wu Yu's upper body was naked, covered with bandages from the neck down, outlining a sharp and thin line. The shadow of his shoulder socket and collarbone is very obvious under the bedside lamp. His waist is as tight as a whip, and he is bent back by the force of Bu Chonghua's oncoming force. The butterfly bone of his shoulder blade is against the head of the bed. Makes a creaking creaking sound.
Bu Chonghua's body had a vast and deep aura like a jungle after the rain. Wu Yu felt that the blood and rust smell of his scars was wrapped up, and he quickly fell toward the unknown abyss. One of his hands was pressed by Bu Chonghua on the bed sheet, their fingers crossed each other tightly, and the other hand subconsciously hooked the strong muscles on Bu Chonghua's shoulders, and then pressed the back of his neck towards him, as if to ask each other As if inseparable and inseparable, he responded to the kiss with a desperate desperate zeal.
The air was burned inch by inch in the rubbing of lips and tongue, and it flowed through every inch of the body, and even flowers bloomed in the bottom of my heart.
Bu Chonghua separated slightly, then grabbed his hand and raised it in front of his eyes, staring at the countless overlapping fingers of new and old wounds.
Wu Yu's left hand had nothing to do with the beautiful adjective, the abrasion was still bleeding, the three joints were slightly dislocated, and light blue blood vessels could be seen under the skin. He shrank uncomfortably, but before he had time to resist, Bu Chonghua put his hand to his lips and kissed the back of his thin hand, his slender fingers, and even the slightly discolored fingernails from the trembling. Did not let go.
It seemed that even the wound didn't hurt so much, and the nerves from the fingertips to the whole body were soaked in warm water, which was so comfortable that the nasal cavity was sore.
Wu Yu looked away and wanted to take his hand away: "It doesn't look good, don't… sigh!"
His words were interrupted by a slight sting, and it was Bu Chonghua who suddenly bit, leaving a ring of teeth marks on the pulp of his ring finger, shook it and said, "Leave a poke first, although you will forget about it later. "
Wu Yu fell silent and sat dazedly in the warm yellow halo.
"I'm not that perfect, but I'm actually far inferior to you. I don't know why you fell in love with me. It's like you suddenly received a very precious gift. You can't believe it and worry about gains and losses." Looking up at Wu Yu, he was still young after all, and his eyes flashed with unconcealed fiery affection, and said, "Actually, I'm also worried that one day you will disappoint me."
Bu Chonghua was indeed too young. He couldn't think of why Jiang Ting was able to gain Wu Yu's trust in just two words in an instant, and he never thought about why someone who had spent half his life and was exhausted would suddenly be willing to show all his courage. Trying to stay at a very risky fork in the road.
Wu Yu didn't dare to face his gaze, staring at his tightly held left hand, feeling a little absurd in his heart.
How could I possibly be disappointed in you
I will never have the slightest disappointment in Bu Chonghua.
Bu Chonghua approached a little, and seemed to want to say something, but at this time there were rapid footsteps outside the door of the ward, followed by a bang, it was Yan Yan: "Bu Chonghua! Open the door! I know you are inside. !"
The two of them were stunned for a moment at the same time, and then more hasty bang bang: "Open the door! Hurry up!"
Bu Chonghua's brows were locked, and he got up and opened the locked door of the ward. Before he could ask a word, he saw Yan Yan throw a mobile phone in front of him, and said, "Wu Yu is on a hot search."
He pointed to Wu Yu, and pointed to his mobile phone, his face was extremely ugly: "HD, face-showing, video."
Bu Chonghua's face changed drastically, he turned his head to look at Wu Yu, and at the same moment Wu Yu's cell phone rang on the bedside table, it was Lin Fang!
"I'm in the Nancheng Branch, I'll make concessions and come back immediately." Across the phone, Lin Fang sat in the brightly lit office, and rows of refreshed text on the webpage were reflected in his eyes: "Five minutes ago, The Assassination Market The list of websites suddenly started to update, and the dark web issued a new round of bounties for your head."