"Go away." Wang Jiuling spit out a word coldly.
Bu Chonghua turned his head away without saying a word, and before he took two steps, he only heard Wang Jiuling's heart-breaking words: "Fuck me back!!"
Bu Chonghua had to turn back, only to see that the anatomy room with bright windows had become a garbage dump, the floor, the table, and the sink were full of garbage, the fresh air system was turned on to the maximum, and all the physical and chemical analysts were wearing anti-virus Masks and double gloves, behind the mask everyone's face is full of unrequited love.
Forensic doctor Xiaogui sat in the corner and said quietly, "Someone must be responsible for my autopsy room today."
"..." Bu Chonghua coughed amid the resentful gazes from all directions, and said nonchalantly, "Or...you guys...give me a pair of chopsticks?"
Four hundred kilograms of garbage were transported to Nancheng Branch by truck. Wang Jiuling went crazy on the spot, saying that if Bu Chonghua did not follow the sorting process, the leader of the criminal investigation detachment of Nancheng Branch would have to die here today, and the criminal investigation detachment would have to wear clothes tomorrow. Ma Daixiao cried for a national mourning. He will also support Zhang Xiaoy to ascend to the throne, let the widow Liao Gang follow the government under the curtain, and ask the eldest princess Wu Yu to come to the forensic room to be with her.
Bu Chonghua didn't care that Liao Gang was under the curtain, but he would never let Zhang Xiaoy's low IQ ruin the country he had built for half his life, and even hand over Wu Yu to his relatives. So he had to be held as a hostage of the Criminal Investigation Detachment in the autopsy room with Wang Jiuling to sort the cigarette butts in the hundreds of kilograms of garbage, using steel chopsticks to pick and choose from the rotting garbage; , Liao, who had just finished another poisoning case, hurriedly brought someone to rescue him, and rescued the leader of the detachment from the kidnapping scene, who was as unmoved as a mountain inside a river and overturned.
As for Wu Yu, he was called away by the Xu Bureau, saying that he needed someone to help fix the flickering lamp in his office.
It was not until the evening that the sorting of the hill-like garbage was completed, and the ones that were too pulpy to be extracted were removed, and a total of 546 formed or non-formed cigarette butts were turned out.
Director Wang said that if the 546 cigarette butts were fully tested for DNA to run the database, they would be busy for at least half a month, and asked Liao Gang to find Bu Chonghua again and asked him what he should do now; Liao just happened to be able to save the hostages back to the Criminal Investigation Detachment. , afraid of repeating the tragedy of sheep entering the tiger's mouth, so he made a phone call and asked, "Today, more than 500 cigarette butts have been turned out. What should I do now? All of them are taken for DNA samples?"
The phone was silent for a moment, and then Jin Shang, who was on the other end of the phone, said slowly: "Cigarette butts sucked into the filter, those without paper refills in the filter, and those with a relatively new condition are all screened out first. The cigarettes are still some distance away from the filter. The filter is equipped with a perforation prior, if there is a trademark on the filter and the brand is better, the first batch will be separated first.”
"Okay!" Liao Gang was about to hang up the phone when he remembered something: "Go, where are you today?"
The surroundings were staring at him, and Wang Jiuling stared gloomily at the phone beside Liao Gang's ear.
"..." Bu Chonghua said calmly, "Fix the lamp in the Xu Bureau's office."
According to Bu Chonghua's idea, among the 546 cigarette butts, 499 were filled with paper in the filter tip, and then 256 cigarette butts with punch marks were screened out, and then 86 cigarette butts were found that were still some distance away from the filter tip; among these 86 cigarette butts In the middle of the plan, there were 52 pieces of paper that had not been soaked in dirty blisters, and 52 pieces of yellow and black paper that were indistinguishable were urgently sent to the Municipal Bureau of Forensic Medicine for DNA isolation and comparison overnight.
Bu Chonghua closed the thick case materials, got up and went downstairs to drive home. It was very late.
Wu Yu had finished repairing the legendary table lamp... He went back early, and before leaving, he asked him what he would like to order for takeout in the evening. Bu Chonghua had already told him that there was spare cash in the study drawer, so he didn't care much, and ordered a pancake with braised fish and mushrooms and choy sum with scallion oil, knowing that the results of training in just a few days should be in vain.
The jeep was turned off in the underground garage, and Bu Chonghua went up from the elevator to the top floor. Just as he was about to press his fingerprints to open the door, he suddenly made a sudden movement, remembering that Wang Jiuling had deliberately stood in front of the office door two days ago and was beaming:
"When I go home now, I don't need to ring the doorbell at all, I call back from a distance, either my wife has prepared a table of hot meals and hot dishes to greet me, or my daughter comes out with slippers to open the door for her father... "
Just blow it, Bu Chonghua thought coldly, who didn't know that you cooked all 21 meals for your family on the seven days of National Day last year.
Bu Chonghua raised his hand to open the door. Suddenly, there was a clang and the security door opened by itself. Wu Yu stuck his head out with the spatula in his hand: "What are you thinking? Don't come in?"
"How do you..."
"I heard your footsteps stopped at the door for a long time. I thought you were injured and cut your thumb today." Wu Yu turned to go to the kitchen, and said without looking back: "It scared me. Wash your hands and eat quickly."
There was a warm light in the living room, the food was steaming hot on the bar, Wu Wei's fair feet were stepping on plush slippers, making a clattering sound on the smooth floor tiles, and the small grunts in the kitchen who didn't know what to cook. Together, the sound mixed into the smell of fireworks.
Bu Chonghua lowered his head, the corners of his mouth seemed to want to turn up, but he was immediately controlled by him, and said lightly: "Okay."
Dinner really consisted of braised fish, mushrooms and choy sum, and golden scallion pancakes. According to the theory that takeaway food would taste better in household dishes, Wu Yu served it on a snow-white bone china plate. Bu Chonghua cleaned the two pairs of chopsticks and two bowls, and saw Wu Yu brought out a steaming pot of golden-yellow soup from the kitchen. He was a little surprised: "What is this?"
"Warm tofu." Wu Yu said casually, "The main reason is that I want to eat it myself, and I also want you to try it."
… you want me to try your… tofu
Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows and scooped a spoonful into his mouth.
Kind of like an English corn mush or an Italian polenta—that was his first reaction. Immediately afterwards, he felt that this thing was definitely not tofu, and the smooth, strange taste spread rapidly on the base of his tongue, and then a pungent gust choked up his throat without warning, straight into his nasal cavity: "Cough! Cough! -Is this tofu? "
"No," Wu Yu held the spoon in his mouth, the black eyebrows on his fair-skinned face were slightly raised, his expression was young and cunning, and after observing his reaction as if it was interesting, he took the spoon out of his mouth and couldn't help laughing. : "It's chickpea and pea flour with a little turmeric. Are you used to it?"
Bu Chonghua choked and reacted: "Burmese cuisine?"
Wu Yu laughed loudly, scooped a large spoonful into his mouth with a spoon, and said, "Well, the Shan State dish in Myanmar is called hto-hpu nwe."
I don't know if it was a lamp shadow or an illusion. There seemed to be a trace of complicated melancholy between his handsome brows, but it passed in a blink of an eye.
"Actually, Shan people eat warm tofu by deep frying, but I don't want you to run on a mountain climber for two hours tonight." He smiled and said, "It's fine, most people are not used to it, so I won't do it next time."
Bu Chonghua looked at his expression, his heart seemed to be scratched lightly, and then he suddenly reached out and scooped a few spoonfuls into the bowl, and ate them all while blowing cold, making the porridge-like warm. The food slid down the throat and into the stomach; after getting used to the mixed taste of turmeric and soy flour, a strange, comfortable feeling filled the taste buds.
"you are not… "
"Actually, it's quite fragrant after getting used to it." Bu Chonghua savoured it for a moment before raising his eyes and smiling: "Next time you teach me how to make it, use less turmeric."
Wu Yu lowered his eyes under his smiling gaze, his pupils shimmered with light, and the corners of his pink lips couldn't help but bend: "Okay."
The two of them just finished eating the warm tofu from the small milk pot with one spoonful and one spoonful, and then had dinner. Bu Chonghua took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. After washing the rag and wiping the table, he tossed the rag after wiping, and said loudly, "I'm going to take a shower!"
Bu Chonghua paused for a few seconds before he stopped.
He listened to Wu Yu's brisk footsteps going upstairs, the sound of water rushing in the bathroom of the guest bedroom after a while, and a thought popped into his heart: What kind of relationship are we now, have we officially dated
Formal relationship.
This thought made him feel a little hot, and then the heat spread all over the body along the meridians, like countless clusters of small flames burning secretly in the limbs and bones.
Bu Chonghua stood up and stared at his own reflection on the glass of the cupboard. His eyebrows were high and the bridge of his nose was straight. Because of his thin lips, he often gave the illusion of indifference. He could see the deep flames burning deep in his pupils on such an unclear glass reflection. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He exhaled forcefully, and then he couldn't help raising his hand to loosen the button on the collar of his shirt. The second one was released again, revealing a small outline of strong muscle.
After a while, there were footsteps on the stairs, and it was Wu Yu who quickly got out of the shower, while wiping his wet and extra soft black hair with a white towel, he walked into the study: "Your book of corpse changes. Can you lend me another look?"
From the neck to the butterfly bone, to the narrow and thin waist and strong long legs, there is not a trace of body lines that is not tightened to the extreme, and there is not any proportion that is not neat and powerful. But as long as you take a closer look, you will find that the skin of the whole body is covered with all kinds of scars, some of which are darkly whitened against the light, and some are permanently left with dark red marks or even hyperplasia. Every trace of different shapes is telling. With a story that no one knows about in the years.
There is no body in this world like him, which combines the beauty of elegance and fierceness with the ugliness of tragic ugliness so contradictory, yet so unified.
Bu Chonghua sighed and said hoarsely, "Take it and see."
"Thank you."
Wu Yu took off the illustrated book from the top shelf of the bookshelf on tiptoe. During the movement, one side of the collar slipped off, revealing a small light ink tattoo on his right shoulder. Then he turned around and pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose with his knuckles, and said casually, "Why are you still standing there?"
The fire in Bu Chonghua's heart burned all the way up, making his throat tighten.
"It's nothing." He turned his eyes and said lightly, "Look, I'm going to take a shower."
The sound of water continued for a long time, until the whole bedroom was filled with water vapor, and Bu Chonghua turned off the shower, reached out and wiped the mirror, looking at the upper half of his face in the mirror.
The corners of his brows are clearly rooted because of the water, like the curvature of the blade of a knife. The fire in the depths of his eyes did not go out due to the temporary expression of desire, but brightened even more secludedly, as if he was still young and impulsive, unable to restrain himself from attacking. Luscious hairy boy.
Bu Chonghua was not very satisfied with his image, so he blew his hair hastily, changed into a dark gray home T-shirt of clean pure cotton, and adjusted his expression in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to make himself look a little warmer and more handsome - but this is a pity. Zhang's face in the front-line criminal investigation field for more than ten years is really not warm. Not only that, but he also discovered for the first time that if he stood with the killer disguised as a sports college student, he would be more like a killer...
Bu Chonghua stared at the mirror as coldly as he was facing his incompetent subordinates, and the self in the mirror returned with the same harsh and cold eyes, accusing each other of being born with five million owed to him through a layer of glass; Afterwards, Bu Chonghua finally conceded defeat, realizing that just like Wu Yu would never be elegant in a cold suit and leather shoes in his life, it would be difficult for him to be cheerful, lively and likable in his life, and one cannot be stubborn with fate.
Bu Chonghua walked out of the bathroom, put on his home sweatpants, took out a brand new unopened mobile phone from the drawer of the bedside table, rubbed it in the palm of his hand for a long time, then seemed to summon some subtle courage, and made up his mind to go out. .
"Wu Yu!"
Just as he was about to push the door into the study, he suddenly saw a figure lying on the sofa in the living room, and his footsteps stopped—
He took this bath for too long, and Wu Yu fell asleep.
Maybe because the big white leather sofa is too soft and comfortable, he even snored a little - this is very unusual, and he never makes a sound when he sleeps. The rimless glasses were still upright on the bridge of his nose, appearing calm and gentle, one hand was holding the corpse illustration book, and the whole book had been opened and collapsed on his chest.
The house was extremely quiet in the middle of the night, Bu Chonghua looked at him, and suddenly there was an indescribable sense of peace and tranquility in his heart.
"Why did you fall asleep here?" he whispered.
Wu Yu moved unconsciously, turned his face toward the sofa cushion, the book on his chest suddenly slipped, and was quickly caught by Bu Chonghua's eyes and hands, and gently placed it on the coffee table.
Living in my house, eating my fish, and wanting to sleep on my sofa and catching a cold for medical bills is just a touch of porcelain...
He leaned over and hugged Wu Yu, with one hand wrapped around his thin shoulder blades, with one hand wrapped around his legs, he effortlessly carried him from the living room sofa into the master bedroom, placed him on his big bed, bowed his head and kissed him slightly Cool lips.
"This is called a princess hug, you can only call it a sack hug." Bu Chonghua teased softly, stretched out his hand to pick up his childhood photo from the other side of the bedside table, placed it in front of Wu Yu and shook it: "Come on, Say hello and we'll know each other from now on."
In the photo frame, the synchronization light and Zeng Wei and his wife smiled, as if they were very happy.
However, in front of the photo frame, Wu Yu's sleeping profile was covered with light and shadow, and the rare happiness and spirit of the past few days disappeared like the tide receding. There seemed to be a lot of things hidden between his tightly knitted brows and the corners of his mouth, like the moonlight shining on a thousand-mile rocky beach. Outsiders stood on the shore and couldn't peek through the hidden, distant sea.
With a light snap, Bu Chonghua turned off the lamp and said almost silently, "Good night."
At the same time, on the outskirts of Jinhai.
In the dark night, the abandoned factory building was quiet and silent, and suddenly there was a loud bang, and the iron door of the rusty warehouse was pushed open, splashing dust mixed with rust sawdust.
"Fuck!" A man wearing a baseball cap, an anti-smog mask, and a shoulder bag strode in, shoved his backpack onto the messy camp bed, sat down and rubbed his face, revealing a pair of covered Bloodshot eyes, then gritted his teeth and took out his phone to make a call.
"Hi, the number you dialed is disabled..."
"Fuck!!"
The man threw the phone even more irritably, and fell back on the bed, staring straight at the ventilation fan that was spinning in the high place; after a while he suddenly sat up again, grabbed a laptop on the wooden table, opened it, and skillfully opened it. Linked to onion routing, opened a private chat room, and tapped the keyboard hard with fingers to enter two lines of words:
[Sister Silver.]
[The police found Xiaobeizhuang, and they may find me soon, what should I do?]
There was no echo on the empty screen, and it took several minutes before a reply jumped out from the man's anxious gaze:
[You shouldn't have killed Chen Yuanliang.]
Ah Yin leaned on the back seat of the constantly bumpy off-road carriage. The street lights on both sides of the national road quickly retreated, and in the gloom, only one star of her gorgeous lipstick was reflected. The other side of the phone was quiet for a moment, she knew that the insatiable idiot Sanqi was typing frantically, and sure enough, the phone vibrated again a few seconds later:
[I can't kill him! The surnamed Chen contacted the police from the very beginning, he would confess me, he would confess everything, even the 'shark'!]
[I have nowhere to go in China, Sister Yin, save me, I must leave the country immediately!]
If it is so easy to leave the country, Wan Changwen will not lose contact. A trace of sarcasm appeared in Ah Yin's eyes, just as he was about to cut off the phone, suddenly another message flashed, it was Sanqi:
[As long as you are willing to help me this time, I can do anything, anything!]
Anything is fine
Ah Yin paused, swipe the screen, and switched to the picture she was looking at a few minutes ago. It was the last message her subordinate sent before she died—a tall, imposing man in the hospital corridor. The man looked sideways at the camera, but did not realize that he had been secretly photographed, and was raising his sword eyebrows and saying something to the opposite side.
Bu Chonghua, head of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Jinhai Nancheng Public Security Bureau.
The teammate and partner who escaped with the "painter" in the fire scene of Gao's house in Fengyuan Village.
Ah Yin pressed the tip of her tongue to the inside of her lips and turned it for half a circle. It was also because of her sudden interest. She chose a picture and sent it to Sanqi. She quickly typed a line of words on her finger with bright red Kodan: [Kill him.]
The input state was displayed on the opposite side, and then stopped, and there was no reply for a long time.
[Help me kill him, and I will take you back to Shan State immediately after this is done.]
The moonlight was cut into pieces by the tall ventilation fan blades, and the rotating light and shadow illuminated the blood-red eyes of Sanqi. After a while, he typed a word and clicked to send: [Okay.]
Sister Yin laughed, closed the chat page, and returned to the phone album just now. She stared at another photo on the screen thoughtfully. After a long time, the twisted smile on the corners of her bright red lips gradually disappeared. That one is enough to make any man fascinated There was an almost icy look on his sexy face.
—She’s laughing at a cruise ship party ten years ago, surrounded by scantily clad handsome men and women smoking, drinking, smoking marijuana, and flirting with each other; the colorful lights above them are grotesque, and everyone is completely immersed in the apocalypse in indulgent pleasure.
Only a young man in the upper right corner of the picture remained awake from beginning to end. His skin was not as dark as that of the local Burmese people, but instead showed a smooth porcelain white, but his eyebrows and eyes had a vaguely deep and three-dimensional feeling of Southeast Asian descent, and his temperament was capable and quiet. He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt that were completely different from the surrounding environment. The two buttons of his collar were slightly loosened, and he was vaguely isolated from the carnival crowd, but his eyes were firmly fixed on her.
He has always been the best bodyguard, dedicated to his duties and capable of anything.
Until he threw a grenade at the crowd in the tunnel and stabbed the sharp knife cleanly into her chest.
"It's been ten years, you can't wait, right?" Ah Yin put her Yin Hong lips close to the screen of her phone, and murmured with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll send him down with my own hands and accompany you well."