Beep!
A white Toyota was parked in front of the kindergarten during the morning rush hour. The man in the driver's seat honked his horn twice amidst the commotion, and without turning his head, he instructed his wife in the back seat, "Hurry up, Peng Wan! It's hard to park here. !"
The woman had a small schoolbag on one shoulder and the toddler in the other. She just hurried forward a few steps, and then turned back: "Old Tao! Aren't you here to deliver it?"
"What to send, where can I find a parking space. Hurry up, hurry up!"
Peng Wan reluctantly picked up the little boy and walked a few steps into the gate of the kindergarten. He squatted down and tidied up his son's bib and blouse. He loosened and re-fastened his shoelaces, and put the water bottles, crayons, Sliced fruits, pacifiers, replacement blouses, and other scattered schoolbags were handed over to the kindergarten teacher. After hurriedly instructing, he squatted down and hugged his son again and kissed him. He lowered his head and said, "How did I teach you yesterday? Don't cry, don't make trouble, mom. I'll pick you up in the afternoon, remember?"
The little boy nodded ignorantly, and lengthened the tone of his milky voice: "Okay—"
After a few dings on WeChat, it was the husband who was waiting outside: "Come on, the traffic police are coming!"
Peng Wan quickly got up, took two steps and looked back, only to see the child standing beside the teacher waving obediently, and then reluctantly left the gate of the kindergarten, squeezed into the crowd and walked towards the car across the road.
At this moment, her footsteps suddenly stopped, and she looked behind as if she felt something was wrong, her eyes were confused and confused.
—The gate of the kindergarten is the busiest in the morning. On the way to work, there are three generations of grandparents and grandchildren going into battle, even ringing the school bell and grandparents looking out from outside. Private cars, electric cars, and elderly "three jumpers" shuttled back and forth among the crowds. It was a busy scene, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.
But she just felt like she was being watched by someone.
It has been several times during this time, is it an illusion
Beep beep beep! The husband across the road was urging again, sticking his head out of the car window: "Hurry up, hurry up! Oh, I told you, why are you standing in the middle of the road!"
"..." Peng Wan frowned, finally turned around and sighed, and took two steps: "Come on!"
Looking back from the side-view mirror of a black SQ5 on the street corner, I can see the woman clearly. She is in her early thirties, dressed as an ordinary white-collar worker, with a short shirt and skirt and a pair of flat leather shoes; she squeezed her satchel and got into the passenger seat. , The car started before the door was closed, and slowly drove away from the gate of the kindergarten during the morning rush hour.
The rear lights of the black car turned on, silently slipped out of the street corner, and disappeared into the crowd of traffic.
·
A few days later, Saturday.
Sunlight penetrated into the bedroom through the gap in the curtains, forming a light band that crossed the messy big bed, and then only heard the buzzing of the mobile phone by the bedside, and new unread messages flashed.
Bu Chonghua abruptly opened his eyes and got up, as if he had been waiting for a long time, he picked up the phone and looked at it.
The contours of his brows and eyes slowly tightened, and he saw faint fluorescence reflected in the bottom of his icy pupils. After a while, he closed his eyes, deleted the text message, put down the phone, got up and pushed open the bathroom door.
A squeak of water vapor filled the air. Wu Yu was standing under the shower and brushing his hair. His smooth and neat back and long legs were unobstructed. Because of the movement of raising his hands, the ink-colored flying bird tattoo on his right shoulder also spread its wings, as if it was about to fly. Same.
Bu Chonghua opened the glass door, pressed his left shoulder, lowered his head and kissed the tattoo. At that moment, Wu Yu immediately turned around as if he had been electrocuted, swept his wet black hair back with one hand, revealing his soaked forehead, and at the same time stepped back to the corner: "No, I won't come, I won't come..."
Bu Chonghua laughed and asked, "Is your waist still hurting?"
Wu Yu said angrily: "Try it yourself! The other person has gone to the emergency room now!"
"I won't try," Bu Chonghua said calmly, "I didn't ask for it."
Bu Chonghua seems to have broken some seal since that night. Wu Yu used to think his innocent, cold and stern appearance was very interesting, but now he thinks that it is all false propaganda, there is no after-sales service, and there is no after-sales service. There was no reason to do anything, so I could only look at him with anger but dare not speak, and waved while splashing the water: "Go out, go out, let me rush for a while."
Bu Chonghua couldn't help but smile, turned around to brush his teeth, wash and change his clothes, and after a while he pushed open the bathroom door and said, "The meal is on the table, you can eat it yourself, I'll go out!"
"What?"
"Prosecutor's Office!"
Wu Yu turned off the shower, wiped his hair with a towel and waved at him to show that he knew.
His silhouette is behind the glass door, as handsome and straight as a new poplar tree. Bu Chonghua didn't leave immediately, just held the doorknob with one hand, stood there quietly and looked at him, the glimmer of light flashing in his eyes was indescribable.
After a few seconds, he backed out and gently closed the door, the crack of the door blocked his gaze that he was betting on Wu Yu and didn't look away at all.
·
Tianlu Community may be one of the best-located communities in Jinhai. It is only half a stop away from the central business district and Yun Road, but it is quiet and has a beautiful environment. The road at the entrance is full of lush golden osmanthus trees. . Early in the morning on Saturday morning, beauty salons, convenience supermarkets, and coffee bookstores all opened on the road. Bu Chonghua pushed open the coffee shop that didn't have many customers, and saw a white-haired old man in the corner raised his head. , apparently has been waiting for a long time.
Bu Chonghua ordered a drink casually, and quickly stepped forward and shook hands with the old man: "Professor Zhang."
- The person here is Zhang Zhixing.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for a long time. After I received the text message, I was delayed for a while." Bu Chonghua pulled out the chair and sat down and asked, "Would you like something to eat?"
"No need, I have something on my mind and I can't eat it." Zhang Zhixing smiled bitterly: "It's normal for you young people to be busy on weekends, and you don't have to wait for a long time - it's because once I make up my mind, I can't wait for a moment, alas!"
Bu Chonghua nodded and asked, "You suddenly asked me out, did you decide to agree to my request?"
He was very polite in using the word request. In fact, it was an exchange, and Zhang Zhixing knew it well. The old man sat there and pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but confirm again: "I have retired for so many years, can you really let me participate in the darknet case?"
"Yes." Bu Chonghua stared at the turbid eyes on the opposite side, "We have a tracking plan for sharks, but it is not perfect yet, and we need to rely on the power of network detectives to a large extent. If you agree to my request , I can immediately suggest to the Song Bureau that you participate as a rehired expert, just not in the Nancheng area, you should go to the network investigation department directly under the Municipal Bureau."
Zhang Zhixing nodded without saying a word, then leaned over and picked up the black bag at his feet, placed it on the table in front of him and patted:
"—It's really not easy to get the materials you want!"
Bu Chonghua's eyes fell on the bulging bag, and his heart beat hard, but there was no clue on the surface.
"After Xie Xing dropped out of school that year, all his student registration materials were erased, and the school only claimed that he had an accident at home - in fact, his counselors and department chairs were somewhat aware of it back then, but in the past few years, they have not It's as if this student never existed. Until a year ago, someone from above suddenly came to do a thorough cleaning, and even the old paper piles in the archives were turned out and taken away. I heard from an old colleague. I talked to his former counselor, and repeatedly requested that all the past of the deceased be kept secret."
"Dead?"
Zhang Zhixing said: "Yes, the system claimed that it was not rescued from Yundian a year ago, so the investigation team once wanted to use this as my son's suicide motive... It said that the psychological survivors were guilty of suicidal tendencies." The old man smiled bitterly: "I didn't want to believe it at the time. I know best what kind of person Zhang Boming is. Why does he feel guilty? Why should he feel guilty if he didn't do anything wrong? Don't take those Psychological provisions to perfunctory a father!"
Bu Chonghua opened his mouth, but said nothing, lowered his head and took a sip of tea in silence.
"So I have always vaguely suspected that Xie Xing is actually still alive, but there is just no evidence. It wasn't until the shark issued a warrant for the artist on the dark web not long ago that I almost believed that he should indeed be alive." Zhang Zhixing shook his head: "—So I I don't even believe that Zhang Boming committed suicide."
Bu Chonghua's eyelids jumped, and he raised his eyes suddenly: "Then you suspect that Zhang Boming's death has something to do with Xie Xing?"
"..." The old professor avoided his gaze and turned his head to look out the window of the coffee shop: "The painter is the hero, I didn't say that."
The air was quiet for a while, and after a while he said calmly: "I just think that if I can participate in the investigation of darknet cases and follow my son's footsteps, maybe one day I can find clues, maybe Maybe even finding the real cause of my son's death."
Outside the window is the crowded street on Saturday morning. The gongs and drums of the opening of the Heyun Road Mall in the distance, as well as the busy and lively voices, are faintly heard through the floor-to-ceiling glass.
Bu Chonghua looked at the deep wrinkled shadows on Zhang Zhixing's face, and after a while, he finally raised his chin towards the black bag and said, "But I mentioned this material to you only a week ago, professor."
Zhang Zhixing was stunned.
"You just said that after Xie Xing announced his sacrifice, someone from above had thoroughly cleaned up his files. How did a retired mentor of yours prepare so many things in just one week?"
"… I… "
"You began to suspect that Xie Xing killed Zhang Boming, didn't you?" Although it was a question, Bu Zhonghua's tone was straight and firm: "There should be a time lag between Zhang Boming's jumping off the building and the announcement of the painter's death. Yes, although it may only be a few days, it is enough for you to start taking action and do everything in your power to collect and hide all kinds of material information, right?"
Zhang Zhixing suddenly looked at Bu Chonghua, his wrinkled eyes flashed with unconcealed stunnedness, and after a while he squeezed out a sentence: "...How do you know there is a time difference between these two things?"
Bu Chonghua did not answer immediately.
"Do you really know my son? Or did you participate in the investigation a year ago?!" Zhang Zhixing leaned forward abruptly, "No, no, it's impossible for you to go to Yundian to meet Feng, a criminal investigator from Jinhai. That group of people is even less likely to know the details of the investigation... Then do you really know our Zhang Boming? When did you know him? Thirteen years ago? Or earlier? How much do you know about him?!"
-Bu Chonghua knew this detail purely because Song Ping mentioned that Wu Yu's second-level hero did not come down, which means that Yundian Feng Ting did not intend to let the painter "sacrifice", he should have been like the first Like the painter, he has a good ending of being respected, affirmed, and rising to the top.
It was only later that Zhang Boming's death became the fuse, which gave birth to all the doubts against Wu Yu, and became a key factor in the subsequent disappearance of the merits of the second-class hero.
Bu Chonghua couldn't let Zhang Zhixing know of Wu Yu's existence, he pressed his palm slightly down, it was a comforting gesture: "Professor Zhang, calm down, I'm just guessing about this detail..."
"Impossible, you know both my son and Xie Xing. You mentioned it to me last time in the hospital!" Zhang Zhixing seemed to see a glimmer of hope in his predicament: "—Do you also doubt my son's death and Xie Xing? Xing-related? Otherwise, why did you just ask me about Xie Xing's student registration materials?"
Bu Chonghua frowned and said, "I..."
"How much do you know about them? Why are you so interested in Xie Xing's past?!"
Unexpectedly, when Zhang Zhixing was so emotional in the hospital last time, he could still hear Bu Chonghua's sentence "I also know Jie Qianshan" in the chaos, and he still remembers it firmly to this day!
Bu Chonghua glanced at the black handbag that Zhang Zhixing was holding firmly, and took a deep breath.
He couldn't tell Zhang Zhixing that if Agui really existed, then Zhang Boming did have a suicidal motive. Ten years ago, he gave up the rescue of the painter in the operation of arresting Arthur Hodgson. Ten years later, he was questioned a lot. He could not face the possibility of being exposed, accused, and questioned by the painter, so that he could be questioned in the whole system. It is not impossible for the fate of the scandal to be heard, and the death of a person under extremely high moral standards. This extreme idea is not impossible.
But at the same time, what he couldn't tell Zhang Zhixing was that if Agui really existed, then Zhang Boming might have been killed! Because all the people who mentioned Agui's existence so far have been solved by Wu Yu, Zhang Boming may just be the first victim!
—So, how much information can he reveal to Zhang Zhixing now
Taking a deeper guess, how much information Zhang Zhixing has concealed from the outside world
Bu Chonghua's brain turned rapidly, but on the surface it was only a momentary thing, so he let out the breath slowly.
"I don't know a lot," he said flatly, "I only know that after Xie Xing talked to Zhang Boming that afternoon, he was very... excited."
In fact, if you are more sober, you will find that Bu Chonghua's words are actually a delusion, and it is an on-the-spot reaction in a pressing situation.
But Zhang Zhixing's expression changed immediately, he stared at Bu Chonghua: "Excited?"
"… "
Zhang Zhixing shook his head slowly, and it took a long time for him to say, "Impossible, impossible!"
—Bu Chonghua narrowed his eyes slightly, but his heart sank, was he seen through
"Absolutely, absolutely impossible," he then saw Zhang Zhixing sitting there, gasping and muttering, "The investigation team said that Zhang Boming's mood was very stable that day, and I also inquired about it privately later, after Xing Xing left. My son didn't show much out of the ordinary…”
"Have you inquired about it?" Bu Chonghua suddenly caught something: "Is there anyone who went to find Zhang Boming after Xie's walk that afternoon?"
Zhang Zhixing's eyes trembled slightly, he hesitated for a few times, and finally said hoarsely: "Yes, there is a person... His name is Lin Fang."
—Lin Fang!
"This person is my son's friend for many years, and he belongs to the first group of Internet police trained in China. He only joined the special intelligence team about ten years ago, and is responsible for network security, and has a very deep research on the dark web."
Bu Chonghua's Jianmei frowned imperceptibly, his brain seemed to be divided into two parts, one part controlled him to receive every word uttered by Zhang Zhixing and quickly parse the information, the other part was running fast in the depths of his mind—
Lin Fang joined the special investigation team ten years ago, and this time happened just before and after Wu Yu assisted the police to capture Arthur Hodgson and escaped from the Red Mountain torture chamber.
So what role did he play in Zhang Boming's suicide
All his concerns and doubts about Wu Yu, as well as the metaphor of slaughtering dragons in the abyss, what are the psychological motivations? !
"That afternoon at the Yunnan Provincial Hospital, almost half an hour after Xie Xing left, Lin Fang took some documents to my son to sign, and left after about 40 minutes. Later, he revealed to me that Zhang Boming was emotional at the time. , but his thinking is still calm and clear, and he handles various to-do items in an orderly manner, which does not look like he has suicidal tendencies at all; after Lin Fang left, I went to the hospital with dinner to visit him, and Zhang Boming's performance in front of me was also relatively It's normal, just a little sad."
"Why is he in a low mood?" Bu Chonghua immediately asked.
Zhang Zhixing shook his head: "He was always like that during that time, because he was escaped by a shark during the encirclement and suppression operation. He felt that he had the responsibility of improper command, but I felt that this was just a psychological gap caused by his high demands on himself."
Self-demanding is extremely high, and he is very strict with others and himself, and is highly idealized - it does fit Wu Yu and Jiang Ting's descriptions of Zhang Boming respectively, and also fits Wu Yu's explanation of the reasons for Zhang Boming's suicide.
"He didn't mention Xie Xing to me and came to him, but in retrospect, he did say something strange."
Bu Chonghua frowned: "What?"
"… "
Zhang Zhixing pondered for a long time, and seemed to be undecided whether to mention it to the criminal investigation detachment captain who had only seen him a few times. After half a cigarette, the old professor sighed and said, "Well, anyway, I was at that time. I also told the investigation team, but none of them took this sentence seriously..."
"He said he was sorry for Xie Xing, and felt very ashamed."
Is he ashamed of Xie Xing
Doesn't this mean that Zhang Boming may have committed suicide
"When I say this, you must think that my son may have committed suicide, right?" Zhang Zhixing seemed to see through what Bu Chonghua was thinking, and smiled bitterly: "But trust me, I know my son, he is an honest, A kind and principled person; he feels guilty because he pulled his former classmates into the water, which caused Xie Xing to be seriously injured and sacrificed in the battle against sharks. Because of this, I will run away and kill myself!"
- Bu Chonghua finally confirmed what he had been guessing all along.
Zhang Zhixing didn't know what happened in the Hongshan torture room ten years ago, let alone Zhang Boming was suspected of giving up his undercover life in order to catch the drug lord. Obviously neither the investigation team nor Lin Fang told the truth to the father. .
So he was brooding, he couldn't figure out why his son died, all his unwillingness and resentment were the most logical and natural reactions as a father!
"..." Bu Chonghua looked at the haggard old professor in front of him. He didn't know what to say for a while. He felt sore and congested in his throat. After a long while, he coughed hard and said gently: "... Have you ever thought that maybe Zhang Boming is ashamed of referring to something else?"
Zhang Zhixing asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"
"Zhang Boming is the only upline who can have one-way contact with the artist, that is to say, all his instructions are directly directed to the artist, and the artist is completely closed to everyone in the special situation team and never communicates. In this case, If Zhang Boming ever made any decision that was not conducive to the safety of the undercover in order to complete the task as soon as possible..."
"Impossible!" Zhang Zhixing interrupted him suddenly and sharply.
Bu Chonghua took a breath: "I'm not..."
"I know what you mean, the situation you are talking about is impossible! Although Zhang Boming is the only person who can command the painter, all his orders must be approved by the leader of the special intelligence team, and then conveyed by the network security experts. How can it be possible to make a joke about the safety of the undercover agent?!”
Bu Chonghua was stunned.
"Besides, do you know what the first iron law of the special intelligence team is, you are not allowed to sacrifice undercover for any task!" Zhang Zhixing seemed to have heard some ridiculous joke: "Where do you think the special intelligence team is, it is up to Zhang Boming to be one of two. Are 30-year-old young people messing around? How important is the life of a cross-border undercover agent, can you give up if you give up? The death of a precious front-line undercover agent is enough to cause all relevant leaders to be held accountable and removed from office. Where does Zhang Boming have such power? To threaten the safety of the painter?!"
Bu Chonghua slowly leaned back in the chair, unable to say a word.
Although he was emotionally biased towards Wu Yu, the rationality of the criminal investigators for more than ten years told him that what Zhang Zhixing said was more in line with the actual situation.
In order to catch the international drug lord, ignoring the distress signal sent by the undercover agent, although this kind of thing is often seen in dog blood dramas, but the screenwriter can think of the inspection team of the Ministry of Public Security. In reality, there are various Rules and regulations and various monitoring methods are used to prevent it from happening. Otherwise, once this matter is stabbed and spread, it will not only chill the hearts of other undercover personnel, but may even lead to unpredictable hurricane-like consequences.
So why is the story in Wu Yu's mouth another version
What exactly happened ten years ago, did the artist really expose it, or speculate in a deeper way—would the so-called distress signal never exist from the very beginning, and Zhang Boming did not need to commit suicide at all
Who the hell lied
"I shouldn't have told you this," Zhang Zhixing sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes forcefully, "I just think that since you know Xie Xing, you also know my son... Since the disbandment of the investigation team in Yundian, I've never met someone like you who knew what happened back then, and you're the only one."
Bu Chonghua took a sip from the already cold teacup.
"That's it for today." Zhang Zhixing couldn't go on, he stood up with red eyes, and finally threw the black handbag that he had been pressing under his hand: "This is what you want. Some of them were from the school back then. Therefore, some of the paper piles were handed over to my son for safekeeping before Xie Xing left, and relics left by my son after his death."
Bu Chonghua reached out to catch it, his knuckles slightly discolored due to the force.
"Whether you believe me or not, I hope you will fulfill your promise as soon as possible, so that I can personally participate in the encirclement and suppression plan against the dark web." Zhang Zhixing said sternly: "I am very old, captain of the detachment, I hope I will no longer Leave any regrets for yourself in this life."
After a long time, Bu Chonghua nodded, and with a heavy nod, Zhang Zhixing turned around and left.
The coffee shop is very quiet. There are almost no people at this time. Couples are feeding cakes to each other in the distance. In addition, only the clerk hides at the door of the back kitchen and talks and laughs softly. Bu Chonghua's temples twitched and twitched, and after a long time, he exhaled forcefully and looked at the bag in his hand.
-It contains Xie Xing's life.
solution.
Bu Chonghua never felt that his hand was so heavy, not when he first took a gun, not when he first appeared on the scene to move a body, and not when he killed a resisting robber for the first time. For a moment, he even thought that he might not be able to open such a heavy package, but with the slight friction sound, he saw that his hand was still pulling the small metal zipper a little bit.
Immediately afterwards, a piece of A4 paper folded in half floated out—
As if there was some kind of hint in the dark, Bu Chonghua's heart beat wildly, and he leaned over to pick up the piece of paper.
This is a color scan. The original should be a popular scrapbook more than ten years ago, which is to cut out stamps, photos, and newspaper news and paste them in a notebook. Judging from the color, the original should be some years old, and there are two lines of sharp, bright and clear large characters written on the top—
25th day of the tenth month, mother
decoupling
Bu Chonghua's eyes stopped at the color photo.
It was a very, very good-looking young woman, wearing a pink silk shirt, white pleated skirt and high-heeled leather shoes, carrying a fashionable small handbag, squatting in front of the grove. She smiled and hugged a little boy about five or six years old in her hand. The facial features were very similar to her own. Bu Chonghua recognized who this little boy was at a glance.
The facial changes between a child and an adult can be huge, but whether this child is staring at the camera from the bottom up, the jaw line that is slightly retracted, or the indescribable tension in his ignorant demeanor, it is all the same as when he became an adult. No difference. What's more obvious is that because the child does not smile, it shows the characteristic that the corners of the mouth are naturally downward on both sides. This characteristic has not changed at all until more than 20 years later.
Bu Chonghua stared at the photo without moving, with a roar in his heart, as if a boulder fell in the void, so relaxed that he almost collapsed.
It was Wu Yu, he thought over and over again, it was indeed Wu Yu.