"The suspect grabbed Officer Wu's ankles with both hands, and Officer Wu pressed both sides of her head and neck with the inside of her knees. The two of them were hanging on the bridge railing with only one hand. The situation was very urgent when I arrived. Now, Officer Wu can bear the weight of two people alone, unless he hangs the suspect and kicks the suspect away before letting go, or takes the risk of losing his hand to break free from the suspect's hanging on his ankle, otherwise he must take her with him. Climb up. But…”
Bu Chonghua paused, and someone behind the long table asked, "But what?"
There were about twenty people sitting in the interrogation room of the Disciplinary Prosecution, but except for the ups and downs of breathing, everyone's attention was on the leader of the detachment sitting opposite the long table in the center of the huge room.
Bu Chonghua is rarely dressed in a police uniform, a light blue shirt that is ironed and straight, and a dark blue uniform jacket and trousers that make him wide-shouldered and long-legged. , solemn and indifferent.
"But Officer Wu couldn't hold it anymore." He said, "If you look at Officer Wu's injury appraisal report, you will find that he had broken four ribs at the time, and it was all his willpower to keep hanging in the air. After my on-the-spot assessment of all risks, the only way to ensure the safety of Officer Wu is to exercise the legal right to kill. For this reason, I am willing to bear the consequences of being questioned and punished afterwards."
The leaders at all levels behind the long table whispered for a while, and there were whispers in the air. Every ambiguous word and sound may indirectly affect the career of the youngest detachment leader in Jinhai City.
But Bu Chonghua sat up straight and showed no expression.
The director in the middle of the long table finally raised his head and asked slowly, "In your eyes, what kind of person is Officer Wu?"
"Wu Yu has the potential to become a criminal investigation expert." Bu Chonghua's answer was very positive: "He has an absolute response, an old-fashioned intuition, and a keen observation that is unmatched by ordinary people. His logical thinking is very strict, and he can understand many criminals. The entry points of the case are all skillful and precise, but there is only one point.”
The other party was refreshed: "What?"
Bu Chonghua didn't respond immediately, as if he thought about it for a few seconds before slowly saying: "I'm not very confident. Maybe it's because there aren't enough cases, maybe it will be better in two years."
This answer was too leaky, and there was another chatter behind the long table. This time it lasted for a few minutes before it gradually subsided. I saw the director who just opened his mouth looking directly at Bu Chonghua and asked slowly:
"Then what's your comment on Officer Wu's ideological awareness?"
Bu Chonghua was a little surprised: "—Ideological awareness?"
"Yes, is there still room for improvement?"
Bu Zhong didn't seem to understand where the question came from, but the other party stared at him, and several extremely penetrating eyes were cast at this moment.
"I don't know what you mean, Wu Yu is sometimes impulsive, but his pursuit of fairness and reason is very pure and strong." Bu Zhonghua thought for a long time before shaking his head: "It is true that some people stare at the abyss for too long. It will inevitably become an abyss, but in reality, most people will be more eager for light because of this, and Wu Yu is such a person."
He paused for a while, and in the silence of the room, he emphasized his tone and said, "Officer Wu is the person with the strongest sense of justice I have ever met, there is no doubt about that."
Several people behind the long table breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere finally became a little more active. The leader in the lead stood up, and everyone on the left and right also stood up one after another, and Bu Chonghua came forward and shook hands with him.
"Let's stop here today, thank you for your cooperation, Captain of the detachment. The results of the investigation into the killing of the Myanmar cross-border drug trafficking suspect Ma Yin should be communicated to the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau within a month."
On Bu Chonghua's cold and handsome face, a smile finally appeared briefly and politely: "It should be. Thank you."
Bu Chonghua left the discipline inspection building, and as soon as the phone was turned on, countless messages in the WeChat group rushed out. The message bar at the top of the screen kept scrolling and refurbished. At first, there were colleagues and subordinates in the Nancheng Branch and the detachment, and then there were old friends and classmates from various fraternal units. After a few minutes of scrolling, there was only one person left. Shameless swiping - nothing else, it is Cai Lin's little classmate who will have good luck if you don't die:
Cai Lin: [Baby friends, it’s time for dinner, is everyone eating well?]
Cai Lin: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]
Cai Lin: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]
Liao Gang: [Cai Lin, if you send out the Man-Han banquet your father made for you, I will kick you out of this group! !]
Cai Lin: [! ! Brother Liao, I was wrong, let's talk about something else. Ah, the treatment in my ward is really good, thanks to the Detachment Bu who transferred me to the VIP single suite at their own expense, the Detachment Bu is my wisest leader, and the Detachment Bu is my warmest sun...]
Liao Gang: [@Cai Lin tells you one thing]
Cai Lin: [The Bu detachment is the splendid Shan Dandan in the spring... What's the matter?]
Liao Gang: [The Bu detachment blocked us from the first day this group was founded.]
Liao Gang: [He can't see any news sent by this group.]
Cai Lin: [… ]
Cai Lin: [Friends, let's talk about something else. It's dinner time, is everyone eating well?]
Cai Lin: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]
Liao Gang: [Cai Lin, if you send out the Man-Han banquet your father made for you, I will kick you out of this group! !]
…
Bu Chonghua's eyes flashed an indistinct smile, and he was about to close the "Marxist-Leninist Exchange Group of Nancheng Detachment who will break the metaphysics if they find a case", when suddenly the phone rang - the moment he saw the caller's name on the screen, he calmed down. The expression disappeared from Bu Chonghua's eyes like a tide:
"Hello, Uncle Song?"
It was Song Ping on the opposite side of the call, and he only asked one sentence: "How is it?"
"It has already come out, and it is said that the results of the investigation of this incident will be sent to the Jinhai Municipal Bureau within a month."
There was no sound on both ends of the phone, only the slight rustling of the signal.
After a long time, Song Ping's voice finally rang again. Each word was very light and heavy, as if it was shaken from the chest:
"I'm not worried about the little things, I'm worried about something else. About the thing you sent me last night..."
There were people coming and going in the parking lot downstairs of the discipline inspection, but no one noticed that in this car, the head of the detachment of Nancheng Branch was holding his mobile phone by his ear and the other on the steering wheel; I saw his drooping eyes and sharp-shaped cracks reflected in the rearview mirror, and after a while he let out a deep and thorough breath:
"Yes, I will pay attention to this aspect. But Wu Yu—"
His voice stopped abruptly, and the other side of the phone was silent.
Bu Chonghua didn't say anything more. He exhaled that breath, closed his eyes, hung up the phone, stepped on the accelerator, and started the car to the busy street.
·
The black big G turned off the lights in the underground garage of the community. Bu Chonghua did not get out of the car in a hurry. He took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat, turned to his only star contact, Wu Yu, and sent a message:
[Come to the underground garage and show you something.]
The screen was empty, and there was no immediate reply from the other side, probably sleeping.
It may also be that you are just starting to use WeChat and are not used to checking your phone from time to time.
Wu Yu was hospitalized with Bu Chonghua. The two even slept in the same ward. On the day Bu Chonghua was discharged from the hospital, he insisted on being discharged despite the strong opposition of the doctor. At this point, Bu Chonghua couldn't force him, because Wu Yu's silent dependence on him has been so obvious during this period that even Liao Gang, who came to visit the doctor, felt it: "Boss, why is it every time When I came to talk with you the next time, Xiao Wu watched you out of the ward, can you return the lighter quickly?"
It was impossible for Wu Yu to stay in the hospital alone for several months. He had too many things in his heart, he was repressed and silent, and he had nowhere to vent. Bu Chonghua didn't want to leave him alone for too long. So after greeting the city bureau, he brought Wu Yu to his home, and started sending him back to the hospital for re-examination every three days, and then once a week, until now, he went back to see a doctor once every two weeks, except It is no longer a serious problem other than the need to rest properly and not to do strenuous exercise.
It should be where he fell asleep again, Bu Chonghua thought while looking at the phone lying there quietly.
He gave up the idea of asking Wu Yu to come down, and while unbuttoning his uniform, he went to the back seat to get a T-shirt, ready to change into his regular clothes and get off the car to go home. But as soon as he turned around, he suddenly stopped again. Another thought that he had never had before suddenly emerged from the depths of his heart. It was like a subtle electric current flowing through the nerves of his whole body, causing him to withdraw his hand mysteriously, and was stunned for a while. Afterwards, the uniform buttons were tied back one by one.
Ding!
The elevators opened one by one, and Bu Chonghua walked to the door of his house. He couldn't help but turn around and stared at the blurred reflection on the elevator door for a while before pressing the fingerprint lock and gently pushing the door open.
"I am back!"
The living room is full of warm radiance, a plate of silver cod and a plate of fried cabbage are placed on the dining table, the porcelain-white and clean tableware has been set, and the rice cooker in the open kitchen is showing the heat preservation. Bu Chonghua's eyes first fell on the large snow-white sofa, only to see that there was no one in the cushion, but a familiar faint light was faintly projected from the study.
- piano room.
Bu Chonghua didn't take off his shoes. He stepped on the soft and thick carpet of the study and pushed open the door of the piano room. Sure enough, he saw the thin silhouette resting on the velvet piano cover, wearing a loose shirt and an open book in his hand. already asleep.
The wall lamp sprinkled on his eyelashes, which were more slender when he was closed, his face was pale and calm, and a circle of light shadows was cast on his nose, like a charming dream in ambiguous light and shadow.
Bu Chonghua's expression changed slightly, he approached as if he was about to hunt, and looked down at Wu Yu for a moment, only to see his spacious collar slanted to his right shoulder because of his sleeping position, and a corner of light ink faintly appeared from under his slender neck. The tattoo, which extends towards the shoulder blade, is blocked by the pure white cloth.
He knew what was under that layer of cloth. Wu Yu's butterfly bone is very obvious, and the tight and thin muscle lines fluctuate with the movements, as if the elegant and neat bones will turn into a bird at any time, sliding its gorgeous wings to break through the cage.
An indescribable fire burned from the depths of Bu Chonghua's throat. He leaned over silently and kissed the corner of Wu Yu's slightly opened lips.
"… "
Wu Yu woke up in a daze, with a slight laziness "Huh?" in his throat, and then all the questions were pushed back into the depths of the throat, turning into a rustling sound, and gradually on the dark blue velvet In a continuous line, several long and deep folds were piled up, and the thick book was pushed to the ground with a clatter.
“… um… um!”
Wu Yu tried his best to raise his neck to avoid the deeper and deeper kiss, revealing a slender and sinuous throat, then turned his head and smiled and stretched out his hand to pick up the book. However, at this time, Bu Chonghua pressed the palm of his hand on his throat, the other hand had already picked up the book, only looking at the cover, raised his eyebrows and laughed hoarsely: "I think I know why you fell asleep."
— Carl Jung, The Red Book.
Wu Yu said, "I just..." Then his eyes touched Bu Chonghua's whole body, and his voice suddenly stopped.
Bu Chonghua stood in front of him, just looking at him with such a smile that wasn't a smile, the eyes under his sword eyebrows flashed a teasing brilliance, then he gently threw the book on the piano cover, and when he raised his hand, he raised his uniform jacket on his shoulders and arms. Make a fold.
"..." After a long while, Wu Yu lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple slipped silently, stared at the Cheng Liang leather shoes he stepped on the carpet and asked, "Why don't you take off your shoes when you enter the house?"
Bu Chonghua didn't answer and asked, "How do I look?"
Wu Yu didn't say anything, his cheeks seemed a little hot and unnatural.
"What about you, huh?" Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand and lifted his chin vacantly, so that he pressed against the bridge of his nose, "How do I look?"
Wu Yu's eyelashes are much thicker and slender than ordinary people's, because the eyelids are deep, so it is more obvious when they are half down, almost sweeping to the inside of Bu Chonghua's thumb, and after a long time, he turned his eyes to the other side, and asked a different topic. : "Did you wear this to the disciplinary inspection meeting today?"
His voice was a little hoarse, as if he was lightly roasting on a small fire.
"Twenty people took turns to interrogate me, and it will take a month for the result to be sent to the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau. During this period, I have to be inspected and supervised at any time, and my mobile phone will be switched on 24 hours a day to answer calls. What is the result?"
Wu Yu laughed and asked, "Then you got angry and came home to try me?"
Bu Chonghua asked back, "Is it useful for me to judge you?"
He kept his hands on Wu Yu's side cheeks, a light blue edge of his shirt was exposed from the cuffs of his uniform, and the extension was a wrist with strong knuckles. Wu Yu finally raised his eyes to look at his pupils that were close at hand, and laughed in a low voice: "It's still useful." Then he reached out and grabbed his hard shirt collar and pulled it closer, kissing him with his head raised, feeling The hand on his cheek immediately slid to the back of his head and neck.
Wu Yu has received a lot of rest and care during this period of time. The sharpness and exhaustion that he used to hold his last breath disappeared. He even gained two kilograms in weight, and he looked more youthful and spirited. He sat on the piano bench, his soft black and oily hair rubbed in the palm of Bu Chonghua's palm, his whole body eagerly grabbed the kiss, his shoulders and back bent into a straight bow; Little by little, I pressed it to the limit, until I leaned back to the point where my back was hanging in the air, and my shoulder blades touched the piano cover, and then the long entanglement was temporarily separated.
In this way, he looked up at Bu Chonghua's face from the bottom up, and at the higher ceiling, which was submerged in the darkness and halo. Bu Chonghua stared at him motionless, his breathing was hoarse and rapid due to self-repression, suddenly he stretched out his hand and loosened his tie without saying a word, turned his head and walked out.
"I'll change clothes and eat."
Wu Yu's voice came from behind: "Will you take it off and wear it for me?"
"Why don't you wear your own?"
Wu Yu rested the velvet cover on the back of his head, turned his head in this posture, looked at Bu Chonghua's back, laughed silently and asked, "Then why are you taking it off for me to see?"