bang bang bang! bang bang bang!
"Wu Yu!" Bu Chonghua's indistinct voice came from outside the door: "Wu Yu!"
"?" Wu Yu put down the carving knife, opened the door with three steps and two steps: "Your fingers can't be real..." Before he finished speaking, the pleasant and familiar smell rushed to his face, and was hugged by Bu Chonghua. .
"Yo, what's going on." Wu Yu was a little surprised, "Did the leader miss me?"
Bu Chonghua pressed his head over to receive a kiss, stuffed him a full supermarket shopping bag, and then strode to the bedroom: "It's okay, I just want you to open the door for me."
Wu Yu was caught off-guard and received a bag full of snacks, cakes, candies, chocolates, custard cakes... He couldn't help laughing, took a lollipop and put it in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Is this a Christmas present for next year? "
In the cloakroom of the master bedroom, Bu Chonghua locked the black handbag in the safe deep in the closet, and said loudly, "Yes!"
His voice was clear, and he seemed to be a little lighthearted.
Like a child, Wu Yu took the lollipop from the left to the right of his mouth, and from the right to the left, and continued to go to the study to write. After a while, Bu Chonghua changed his clothes and came out of the master bedroom, and said unexpectedly, "What are you doing?"
—I saw Wu Yu concentrate, two fingers fixed his pair of rings on the table, and he was using a carving knife to engrave on the inside, which was a "step".
Wu Yu's knife skills have indeed reached the point of perfection. The carving knife is not smooth, and the inner ring of the ring is narrow, but the strokes of "step" are so many horizontal and vertical strokes with uniform depth, which looks quite similar to the same thing. , The last stroke was slightly hooked to the edge of the ring, Wu Yu repaired it a little, and asked with a smile, "How is it?"
A little bit of itching mixed with a sour taste rushed to the throat, Bu Chonghua looked at him, and couldn't tell what he felt.
"It doesn't look good?"
"… "
Wu Yuran put away the ring: "I heard from Sister Meng that her ring had the couple's initials engraved on the inner ring, so I thought I would engrave one when I got one. It doesn't matter if it's ugly, you can't see it when you wear it... "
Bu Chonghua interrupted him softly: "You can engrave one for me too."
"What?" Wu Yu was stunned for a moment, then laughed - Bu Chonghua was very familiar with his expression, he was hesitant but couldn't directly refuse, so he was a bit dodging: "Carved on me? Too many strokes. right?"
Bu Chonghua looked directly at him: "You can carve anything. As long as it's your name."
Wu Yu turned the carving knife between his fingers, and in those few seconds, every slight change on his face fell into Bu Chonghua's eyes, and then he looked away and smiled: "That's okay... You have money anyway."
Bu Chonghua suddenly changed color: "What do you mean?"
"It doesn't make any sense, just buy another one if it's broken." Wu Yu said casually, leaning over and untied the long chain from Bu Chonghua's neck, and kissed his cold side cheek by the way, then sat down and picked it up The carving knife finally landed the first stroke after a few minutes of gestures, but it was a concave downward arc.
Bu Chonghua's IQ is much higher than ordinary people, and he immediately understood what he wanted to carve.
Sure enough, Wu Yu's second stroke is a convex parabola, the top end is connected to the lower arc, and the end is crossed; the third stroke is a small swipe, and the fourth stroke is a little light, and he carved a vivid shape on the inside of the ring. stick figure fish.
"Take it," Wu Yu threw the ring back to Bu Chonghua: "In the future, if you are seen by Song Bureau, you will not come out on the spot. You can say that you have nothing to buy a ring to play with, and your childlike heart is not lost."
He put away the carving knife and walked out, but suddenly came the cold voice of Bu Chonghua behind him:
"Actually, you're just afraid of breaking up in the future, and I'm not willing to throw away such an expensive ring, in case I can't explain it clearly, right?"
Wu Yu stopped in his footsteps.
"If you're really afraid that others will find out, we shouldn't be together in the first place." Bu Chonghua picked up the phone from the table and sneered at his back: "Uncle Song, Ju Ju, Liao Gang, Cai Lin, Meng Zhao, Wang Jiuling... All of them are police officers, and as time goes by, everyone will know what our relationship is, it has nothing to do with the ring, whether you wear it or not is the same."
"..." Wu Yu took a breath, turned back and replied gently: "I didn't mean that, it was you who misunderstood."
"I misunderstood?"
"Yes."
Bu Chonghua looked at Wu Yu for a long time, some kind of undercurrent that had been vaguely existing between the two of them silently tightened, and the air was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling to the ground. After a long time, Wu Yu took the lollipop out of his mouth, walked over and stood in front of Bu Chonghua, hanging his hands around his neck, leaning his head slightly against the corner of his thin lips, and said softly, "I'm not afraid of being caught. People know, really, that you are such a good object..."
But Bu Chonghua interrupted him sharply and mercilessly: "You are not afraid that you will be known, you are just afraid that I will be known."
The two of them pressed their lips to their lips, and Wu Yu's bushy eyes suddenly jumped.
"But it's useless, you have promised to follow me in this life." Bu Chonghua said coldly, "If I want everyone to know, you can't stop it."
Although Bu Chonghua often showed a desire for control before, he was not as sensitive and irritable as he is now, as if there was a thorn that was always irritating his nerves in unknown places. Wu Yu looked at his pupils that were close at hand, and for some reason there was an instinctive timidity in his heart, and he forced himself to smile for a while: "I know, don't be impulsive. Would you like me to carve another word for you? What's wrong with Wu? Sample?"
Bu Chonghua's eyes were fixed on Wu Yu's eyes. After a long while, he finally took off the ring and said, "Okay."
Wu Yu knew that any of his reactions would be seen through by him at a glance, so he just smiled and took the ring - that simple circle of white gold suddenly seemed to be given a thousand weight, as if every knife was engraved on its owner's career and future. Even in terms of life and safety, it was so heavy that it was almost unbearable to hold.
From the corner of Wu Yu's eyes, he caught a glimpse of Bu Chonghua's sharp line of sight. The tip of the knife subconsciously couldn't go on. At this moment, the new work phone that Bu Chonghua had replaced rang.
"Aren't you going to answer the phone?"
Bu Chonghua turned a deaf ear: "What call did you answer on Saturday?"
The phone kept ringing, and it hung up automatically after a while, and then the personal phone and the fixed line at home rang at the same time. There was a tendency to keep playing if you didn't answer. Obviously, something unusual happened to the Jinhai Municipal Bureau. thing.
Bu Chonghua finally took a deep breath and picked up the fixed line on the desk: "Hello?"
Xu Ju's voice came from the two mobile phones at work and private at the same time: "Are you at home?!"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
There was a commotion on the opposite side, not knowing what they were whispering, and then Bureau Xu came back: "Half an hour ago, the Wuqiao Branch reported a kidnapping case, and the hostages were a thirty-four-year-old woman and her three-year-old son. The situation is very urgent…”
"Wuqiao Branch is not under my jurisdiction, so what's the matter with me no matter how urgent it is?"
"What did you say? It's none of your business to say it again?" Xu Ju couldn't believe his ears, and almost didn't growl: "Bu Chonghua! I don't care if you're playing with the organization if you don't ask for leave or go to work during this period of time. Face, the woman who was kidnapped is called Peng Wan! Her son is the only surviving grandson of drug lord Wan Changwen!"
Wu Yu raised his eyes sharply, and Bu Chonghua's expression suddenly changed at that moment.
"The Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Wuqiao Branch has already sent someone to your house. This is just an interrogation assistance. It is normal to understand the situation. You must not conflict with anyone. I will go to the Wuqiao Branch to find the old man named Hou. thing… "
Ding dong! Ding dong!
The doorbell rang along with the sound of footsteps. Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu looked at each other, and both saw surprise from the other's eyes.
"Detachment!" Someone shouted outside the door, "Please open the door, I know you're home!"
As soon as Wu Yu moved, Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand and pressed him to signal him to stay in the room, then turned around and went outside to open the door, frowning, "Yang Chengdong?"
Yang Chengdong, deputy head of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Wuqiao Public Security Bureau, is in his thirties and forties. He has a round face and round eyes. He speaks with great energy. He stepped into the room without saying a word, and waved his hand: "Take it away!"
Bu Chonghua grabbed him and said displeasedly, "You're sick again on the weekend, right, take off your shoes!"
Yang Chengdong: "..."
Yang Chengdong was furious, and his foot was blocked by the bright marble floor behind the entrance: "Bu Chonghua! Don't pretend to be stupid for me! Don't you know what's going on outside? Hurry up and make it clear to us in the game! "
At the same time, in the study room, Wu Yu quickly opened the “Nancheng Detachment Marxist-Leninist Metaphysics Exchange Group” that he had just joined two days ago on WeChat, sent a short message to the group, and then closed the WeChat page that exploded instantly, grabbed the Started the charging cable of Chonghua's power bank, then turned into the cloakroom of the master bedroom, and grabbed two changes of clothes at random. Just as he was about to close the wardrobe door, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something.
—There is a safe in the depths of the cascading hanging.
Wu Yu's scope of activities in this home was very limited by himself, and he seemed to be deliberately avoiding leaving too many traces, especially Bu Chonghua's private space, which he did not touch. He had never opened this closet, and it was the first time he discovered a safe in a hidden place. He thought to himself, what would such a sultry elite with the surname Bu lock in the closet? A family heirloom or a diary of a first love
This was just a flash in his mind, and then Bu Chonghua's voice came from outside: "What does it matter to me that Wan Changwen's grandson is kidnapped?"
"Why is it none of your business?!"
"Is his grandson related to me?"
"Why doesn't it matter?!"
"Is it my seed?"
"Why not... wait, you bastard don't take my word for it!"
The subordinates timidly interjected: "Yang, we didn't say that just now, didn't we say we should leave after handcuffing the door..."
"Yes! Just leave when you are handcuffed!" Vice Detachment Yang was stunned: "You are the first target of investigating social grievances, and whoever you are not looking for! Hurry up and pack up and come back to the bureau with me!"
Wu Yu quickly walked out of the study with a sports backpack in his hand. Eight or nine people at the door didn't expect that there were still people in Bu Chonghua's house, and they were all stunned at the time. I saw that he tapped Chonghua's shoulders and pulled him behind him, and said in a low voice, "I have already said hello to the detachment. Brother Liao said that Bureau Song will be waiting for you at the Wuqiao Branch with him." Then he turned to touch He distributed half a pack of cigarettes to Yang Chengdong and the others, with a very good attitude: "I'm sorry, it took a while to pack up, I'll accompany our captain over there."
"?" Yang Chengdong took the cigarette, looked Wu Yu up and down, and suddenly realized: "Aren't you the one who jumped off the building on the hot search..."
Wu Yu said, "Yes, it's me."
Yang Chengdong nodded with a stern look on his face, probably seeing that Wu Yu's tone was very gentle, and it was not easy to reach out and hit someone with a smiling face, so he could only breathe heavily in his nose: "Let's go together!"
Only then did Bu Chonghua wave away the criminal policemen from the Wuqiao Detachment, walked out the door by himself, glanced at the cigarette in his hand when passing by Yang, and said softly, "You are not afraid of smoking the cigarette he respects. Longevity."
"??" Yang Chengdong didn't understand what he meant at all, but he immediately took out his lighter: "I will smoke, I will smoke, maybe I can live next time I fall from the eighth floor!"
Bu Chonghua snorted, turned around and pulled Wu Yu: "Let's go."
"Name?"
"Bu Zhonghua."
"Job?"
"One level higher than you."
Yang Chengdong snapped his pen: "Bu Chonghua, don't give me too much!"
On the side, his subordinates hurriedly stood up to stop: "Forget it, forget it, forget it, Brother Yang..."
The Wuqiao Branch is not as large as the Nancheng Branch, and there are not as many cases as the Nancheng Detachment. However, because of the kidnapping case, people are walking in a hurry at the moment. .
Wu Yu stood in the corridor outside the conference room, his silhouette reflected in the glass window, his brows were slightly locked, his hands were in his trouser pockets, and the two buttons of his shirt collar were slightly loosened; at this moment, the elevator door not far behind suddenly opened. , and then came Liao Gang's hurried voice: "Where's the person? Where is the inquiry room?—Hey, that over there—"
As soon as Wu Yu turned around, he made a neat gesture of silence.
Liao Gang had never seen Wu Yu tidy up. Rao was because he was burning with worry, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, thinking that this was Xiao Wu? Why didn't you recognize it just now
Yang Chengdong's impatient voice was coming from the conference room: "Yes, I know you don't have to do an alibi, I'm just asking you to help the police as much as possible, how much do you care about Wan Changwen's only grandson, Lian Jin? The eighteenth cub that was born in the third litter of mice in the corner of the canteen of the Haishi Public Security Bureau is fucking clear..."
"Did the surname Yang have old grudges with the Bu detachment?" Wu Yu asked in a low voice.
Liao Gang stood in front of the window and listened carefully to the movement inside, and sighed: "Yes, these two are brothers and sisters in the same school and department, and the surnamed Yang is three years higher than our boss."
This is not surprising. The Criminal Court is known as the Tsinghua University in the police sector, and most of the front-line leadership posts of the Criminal Investigation Port are originally from the Criminal Court.
"Back then, Yang Chengdong's bunk brother chased the little girl from the nursing school next door. The little girl liked the Bu detachment. The Bu detachment said that I was not interested in talking about love and affection, but my bunk brother had, so I introduced the little girl to my own bunk, and graduated two years later. People got married. A few years ago, the team surnamed Yang chased after the procuratorate police flower. The police flower liked the Bu detachment. The Bu detachment said that I didn't want to find a girlfriend, but the nephew of Director Wang of our technical team was good, so he introduced the police flower to Director Wang. His nephew, the two also got married last year. Since then, Yang Chengdong has hated the detachment. He always said that he likes to pry at corners and is not a good person." Liao Gang spread his hands and said helplessly: "It is difficult to find a partner in our industry, for this matter. You'll know after how many blood feuds have been made between peers."
"..." Wu Yu said, "I don't know."
"You're still young, it won't be difficult to find a girl in the future, but you have to remember... FUCK! The surnamed Yang is not going to do it!"
Liao Gang's expression changed, only to see Yang Chengdong jumping up like a rabbit with his tail in the conference room, but luckily he was quickly grabbed by his subordinates: "What time is this, surnamed Bu, you are still here with me. What a rude thing! You forgot the punishment for the result of having people stalk Peng Wan's daughter? When Wan Changwen just came back smuggling, you made people monitor their house all day long, and you thought I didn't know? What the hell were you doing last night? Can you explain it to me?!…”
"I slept at home last night. If you don't believe me, I can't do anything about it." Bu Chonghua leaned back in the chair with a very calm attitude: "Don't be so impatient, Yang Chengdong. If the case can't be solved, you can transfer it to the Nancheng Branch, I will help you. You are broken, no thanks."
"you!"
"Fuck!" Liao Gang saw that the blue veins on Yang Chengdong's forehead were about to pop out, and when he saw that the entire conference room was filled with people from Wuqiao Branch, he immediately pushed the door and broke into the conference room, grabbed it and was about to pounce on it. Yang Chengdong: "What are you doing, Lao Yang, calm down!"
The rest of the Wuqiao Detachment quit: "Hey, hey, what are you doing, who let you in?" "Get out! Get out!"
"I'm a fucking normal interview process! If you have a ghost in your heart and dare not cooperate, just say it!"
"Who has a ghost in his heart? Lao Yang, who do you think has a ghost in his heart?!"
…
Just when the clamor was about to be pushed, suddenly there was a thunderous voice from the door: "Stop!"
When everyone turned around, it was Song Ping!
"The hostages haven't been found yet, and the kidnappers are still extorting, and the whole room of the police is fighting first!"
Song Ping walked into the conference room, followed by Xu Zuxin from the Nancheng Branch and Hou Sui from the Wuqiao Branch. The faces of several leaders were so gloomy that they could twist out of the water: "—Get out of here! This case can't be solved, everyone present today. Get me out of the thunder! Get out!"
Yang Chengdong and Liao Gang, the two deputy detachment leaders, didn't dare to say a word. You look at me, I look at you, and they took someone out with their tails between their tails.
Wu Yu stood outside the window with a frown, his eyes looking at Bu Chonghua through the glass, he was pounded by Liao Gang who passed by behind him, and urged in a low voice, "Go, don't touch the bad head of the leader."
"What's the matter, ah?" Song Ping turned to Bu Chonghua angrily and asked, "Have you been wronged by cooperating with the questioning? Isn't it a normal process to investigate the social relations of hostages and find potential targets of revenge? Tell me what's wrong? It’s legal, but what’s not compliant, who will you show your face if you don’t go to work during this time?!”
"Everything is legal and compliant." Bu Chonghua was still leaning back in the chair, his tone was calm and indifferent, but his eyebrows slightly raised: "So Bureau Song, are you here for questioning too?"
"you… "
"I'm a potential target of revenge, and so are you. We both have motives for committing the crime, so we've all locked up the proceeds of detention, and we won't be able to release the hostages for a day if we haven't rescued the hostages, how about that?"
Song Ping was furious: "You!!"
The meeting room was terribly quiet for a while. Xu Zuxin and Hou Sui, the two sub-directors, did not dare to speak, only Bu Chonghua's eyes showed a calm sneer.
"You can, Bu Chonghua." After a long while Song Ping finally spit out these words from his teeth, restraining his chest that was breathing deeply: "If you don't ask for leave, don't go to work, and don't cooperate, I think you don't want to be this policeman. now, isn't it?"
The corner of Bu Chonghua's mouth twitched, "Song Bureau is fine, the big deal is that I can go home and inherit the family shares left by my mother, so I can live, don't worry about me."
"Bu Chonghua!" Xu Zuxin finally couldn't help it: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"What nonsense am I talking about? It's still interesting to be a policeman? He shot and killed a cross-border drug dealer. He was caught and interrogated by the discipline inspection for a long time. The drug dealer's daughter and grandson was kidnapped, and I was brought to the Wuqiao Branch for interrogation for a long time. You put me To be a policeman or to be a prisoner? If you really treat me as a potential anti-social element, give me a clear message that I will leave immediately, without having to spend so much means, why bother the Wuqiao Detachment so much?"
Hou Sui, the head of Wuqiao Branch, had no idea why Bu Chonghua would be irritated by a regular question. He felt a black gulp on the spot, and weakly opened his mouth and said, "… ah?"
Song Ping roared: "Shut the fuck up!"
As expected of a 30-year-old criminal policeman, Song Ping's roar seemed to even shake the ground a few times, and he didn't hear it for half a floor.
"...You all go out first." After a long silence, Song Ping finally turned his head with a cold face, and instructed the stunned Hou Sui and Xu Zuxin, "I'll talk to him alone."
The two sub-directors felt that they were more wronged than the other, and even more wronged than Dou E, so inexplicably and full of grievances, they walked out of the conference room and closed the door.
With a light click, only Song Ping and Bu Chonghua were left in the conference room, sitting side by side, facing each other.
Song Ping is already old, but his eyes under the layered wrinkles are still extremely sharp, like a blade tempered by the years, gouging out directly on Bu Chonghua's face, and even the most subtle psychological changes can be seen in the bottom of his eyes. :
"—What you said just now, at least a few of them are sincere?"
Bu Chonghua looked back without moving, and after a long time, little by little, the corners of his mouth slowly twitched.
Song Ping took a deep breath, nodded and had nothing to do. He reached out and rubbed his face hard, as if he wanted to use this action to shake off the countless unspeakable feelings in his heart: "Okay, okay."
He didn't explicitly say what was going on, he just leaned back on the edge of the table, and after a while he forced his breath out, raised his head and asked, "I've already turned off the monitoring and surveillance in this room, tell me the truth. Me, what did you do last night?"
The two seem to have reached a subtle consensus in silence, but outsiders can't see the slightest.
Bu Chonghua's attitude was much more normal when no one was around, "I don't know what happened, but I've been at home."
"If someone from the municipal party committee holds an essay, can someone prove it to you?"
"Yes, Wu Yu."
Song Ping waved his hand, "I know that the surnamed Wu lives in your house, so what happens after he goes to bed? I mean is there anyone else who can give you a perjury, for example, playing online games in the middle of the night, or playing K songs and videos all night. What!"
Bu Chonghua's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a slightly strange expression appeared on his face.
"..." Song Ping was suspicious: "What do you want to say?"
He saw Bu Chonghua open his mouth hesitantly, and suddenly asked, "Is the surveillance in this room really turned off?"
Song Ping said: "Let me tell you the truth, there is no surveillance in this room at all. Yang Chengdong just wanted to take the opportunity to beat up your annoying thing, and I can fully understand his impulse. What are you trying to say?"
For several seconds, Bu Chonghua seemed very hesitant. Finally, he raised his eyes to look at Song Ping and said slowly, "He didn't sleep last night."
"?" Song Ping subconsciously: "Insomnia?"
"No, because we are together."
Song Ping couldn't immediately understand what he meant, but saw that Bu Chonghua finally moved, took out a ring from his trouser pocket, put it on the ring finger of his left hand, and said:
"That's what I mean."