The isolation door opened, and the two directors turned their heads at the same time, only to see Bu Chonghua walk into the office, put one hand in his trouser pocket, open the chair with the other hand and sit down, watching them back and forth:
"What is going on with the person you assigned to me, can you tell me now?"
Xu Zuxin looked at Song Ping, his expression obviously also very confused.
Song Ping bowed his head for a moment in the twinkling eyes, and finally sighed. He threw the pile of documents that had just been faxed on the desk and said, "Hey, I just got it just now."
Bu Chonghua picked up the document and looked at it, his eyes condensed-it was the old files and detention documents of the Jinkang District Detention Center.
Thirteen years ago, Wu Yu stood in the camera, with short black hair and white skin, wearing a gray-blue prison uniform, and looking at Bu Chonghua calmly.
Most people describe young guys as handsome, handsome, or energetic. But the adjective Nian Daxing uses is "good-looking".
This word is not wrong. Whether it is the outline of the facial features or the details of the eyebrows and eyes, Wu Yu was born very clearly, standard, and even a little young. Moreover, he may have just left school at that time, and he still seems to have a quiet bookish air. There is no trace of being tortured by the years. No matter who sees this photo at first, he will easily form the initial impression of good-looking.
Therefore, the group of people surnamed Liu did not expect him to be so fierce, which is also excusable.
"--Solving Qianshan." Xu Ju held the reading glasses and slowly read the name on the file, and said in a strange way: "'Only solve Qianshan calling visitors, who knows that the body is the unreturned soul"-this name is down. There are some cultures, but the omen is too bad. Who gave this name?"
Song Ping looked at him helplessly: "Old Xu, maybe you can ask the police station to re-employ you after you retire. I think you are good at teaching Chinese."
"Where is it." Xu Ju was a little smug, then turned a few pages of the file and asked, "What is his real name?"
Song Ping said, "I don't know."
"do not know?"
Song Ping faced the gazes of Xu Ju and Bu Chonghua, and spread his hands: "I just checked the background of'Jie Qianshan', and I will find that he has a complete and clear set of files: his native place in Yundian border area, junior high school culture, many times Theft, smuggling, drug trafficking, escape from prison and smuggling into Myanmar, and then completely disappeared; no matter which system was taken, this case was real. Even the experience of jail and witnesses like Nian Daxing were available, and no flaws could be found. But if you look up the person'Wu Yu'? You will find that Wu Yu is also real: a man who was born in Guangxi and went to school in Sichuan, was assigned to Jinhai after graduation, and worked in the traffic police, public security, and criminal investigation team of the police station. After thirteen years, he was admitted to the ordinary police of the branch detachment with the crane tail results. His work history and file procedures are complete and complete. You can even find the record and receipt left by the police at the police station that year, saying that the reporter was not satisfied , Complained that his attitude was bad, and he would be a little muddy."
Xu Ju: "..."
"So the two roles of'Jie Qianshan' and'Wu Yu' are carefully portrayed by the archives. You might as well ask yourself who the real person is."
Xu Ju pondered for a while, but was still not reconciled: "Then when someone was transferred from above, you didn't even breathe?"
Xu Ju's doubts are very reasonable, because even if he was sent out to perform a disguised investigation mission, a long period of 13 years is enough to complete the mission, leave the post to decrypt, and return to normal police work. Even if it has not been completely deciphered due to some historical reasons, they will greet the leaders of the new posts and reveal good news, so that those who should be taken care of and protected can also be put in place, so as not to let the meritorious police in the future. What makes him difficult in his work and life.
But Wu Yu's identity has been very well protected, so well protected, even the immediate boss like Bu Chonghua is completely indifferent. This is obviously very inappropriate. If Bu Chonghua is a cautious leader who likes to put on airs, then according to Wu Yu's muffled character that is easy to bully, he may have been corrected one hundred and eighty times.
"I have indeed heard of some, but I don't know too much." Song Ping paused, and said slowly: "From what I have inquired about, the Yundian Provincial Public Security Bureau applied for him. Credit, and the Ministry has been discussing it seriously-the second-class heroes of the country."
Xu Ju almost knocked over the teacup.
Second class hero, what concept is that!
There are a fixed number of personal third-class, second-class, and first-class merits in the public security system, and the proportions should not be higher than three percent, three thousandths, and three thousandths of the total number of police officers in service that year. There are many of them. It's still posthumous-that is to say, if you can get the merits, you can still have all arms and legs. It's really one in a million. Strength, luck, and professional qualities are indispensable. Bu Chonghua himself has a distant cousin, because he won second-class merit in the anti-drug operation, he became the chief deputy at the age of thirty, and he was also a deputy provincial-level organizational city. The real power unit, the criminal investigation will give the senior a half!
But such a powerful personal second-class merit cannot be compared with heroes: personal merits can be awarded in the province, and there is room for discussion, but the national heroes must be personally approved by the Ministry of Public Security. Moreover, the first-class and second-class skills are only three out of tens of millions of people each year, and there are only more than 1,000 second-class heroes in the country, and a considerable number of them are posthumously awarded after the absence of people!
A second-class hero who can walk alive is no different from a golden phoenix egg, not to mention that Wu Yu is still so young. He has almost booked the qualifications to put the flag and party flag on the memorial service for decades. How many local police chiefs' dreams have been fulfilled ahead of schedule!
——What a glorious feat is necessary to declare such an honor?
Bu Chonghua suddenly remembered what Nian Daxing had just said: "Usually those people bullied him, beat him, and the blood was vomited out. The kid just gritted his teeth and said nothing..."
"I kept hitting him until he didn't move anymore before dragging him out of the trumpet. There was blood on the ground. I thought he was dead!..."
"So, how did the discussion end up?" Xu Ju asked tremblingly, "Isn't it approved?"
"No approval," Song Ping hesitated for a moment, and said: "As for the specific reason why it was not approved, I am not sure." The fastest update of 999 novels. Mobile phone: https:/m.999xs.com/
Xu Ju quit, put his legs down, and stood up from the table: "You can't do this, Old Song, you must know a little bit of the inside story, and you don't want to tell me if you hide it? Oh, don't tell. I'm fine, don't even tell your children?"
Bu Chonghua came back to his senses, spreading his palm slightly, implicitly indicating that it had nothing to do with him.
Song Ping had a headache: "Old Xu, what can I do with you..."
"When you squeezed people into me, you just said that you don’t care for the elderly. You didn’t tell me that this is a'special love'." Xu Ju was also very aggrieved: "If the second-level hero is approved, then Don’t say, let me treat people as ancestors; if it’s not approved, then he’s a hot potato. If you stuff me a hot potato, can you give me a shot? Isn’t it too kind? Got it!"
——Although it sounds bad, it is also very reasonable. Special emotions are not all good people as they are performed in some promotional films. In fact, many special emotions must be left and right between light and shadow. It is common to cross black and white with one foot, and it may be a little bit weaker. can't come back again. If Wu Yu really did meritorious service, but the honor could not be awarded, then it is really a ghost who knows what he did, which led to the current situation of inferiority.
Song Ping pondered for a long while, and finally compromised in Xu Ju's accusing eyes: "I didn't deliberately conceal you, it's just that there is no basis for this kind of thing. I also asked people privately when I was receiving him... "
He paused, as if thinking about how to open this mouth, and then said: "Wu Yu, during the incubation period, there are many problems that cannot be explained clearly."
Unclear explanation?
Not only Xu Ju, but even Bu Chonghua was stunned.
"Furthermore, after the celebration party, one of the heroes who was in charge of organizing the entire plan was the only one who was able to communicate with Wu Yu one-way in those years. Before submitting a detailed report to the Ministry of Public Security--"
Song Ping took a deep breath, and after a few seconds, he said slowly:
"I committed suicide by jumping off a building in the hospital."
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"...Your one is online..."
"Who is your upline? To whom is the news sent?!"
"Don't tell me!" The scolding became clearer and clearer amidst the noise, the bloody whip whizzed across his cheeks: "Stop me to death! See if he tells me!"
The basement is filled with the smell of rust that will not go away all the year round. It is the layer of black blood that has solidified in the cracks of the heavy torture instrument, and it will rot after a long time. Every time the whip was raised, it threw an arc of blood, and it hit the black and greasy brick wall with the broken flesh.
But strangely, Wu Yu didn't feel any pain this time.
His soul seemed to be drawn out of the body, floating quietly in the void, watching the scenes of flesh and blood under his feet, just like it has been staged in dreams thousands of times, moving forward to the predetermined ending of the tragedy.
"Damn! This is bad luck, but the bones are quite hard..."
"If people are dying, what should I do, brother?"
"What should we do now?"
...
As if knowing what was going to happen next, Wu Yu's pupils dilated silently.
The vocals were heard, and he fell into a brief silence. He saw a syringe filled with turbid liquid appeared in his sight, passed up by the hands covered with sin, until he got closer, the needle tip reflected the light bulb slightly blurred The light.
"Give the sliver a shot, one shot is almost the same." He heard a sullen and hoarse voice saying, "Or pry open his mouth..."
Wu Yu struggled, fear finally broke through the cage at that moment, the mountain whistling and the tsunami flooded all consciousness, and his bone marrow was flooded into the cold and dark deep sea——
"Either simply, let him completely fail."
no, do not want!
Throw it away! No! ——
"...!!!"
Wu Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and sat up.
The sun shines through the window on the snow-white bedding, and the walls of the ward are shining and bright. The infusion bag on the iron frame was dripping into the hose, and there was a bunch of lilies in the glass bottle on the bedside table. The dew slid down along the petals and dripped on the tabletop.
"Wake up?" Lin Kang sat in the armchair by the window, stretched out with a smile, opened the laptop on his lap, obviously he was still working just now, "--just wake up. The doctor said you It’s okay, but I still think you should get a good night’s sleep."
"..." Wu Yu stared at him for a long time, his voice hoarse and hard: "Didn't you return to Yundian?"
"The phone is silent in the middle of the call, and it won't work anymore. What do you think I can do? I am also very desperate." Lin Kang closed the computer, put the leather in the feet, well-made, but couldn't see it at all. In the dark brown briefcase of the brand, he smiled and said, "I turned around to buy a ticket on the spot and rushed to Jinhai in the middle of the night. Sure enough, our fate made us meet again in the hospital. ——For this, I have to turn off today. Two meetings, I don’t know what the old man surnamed Feng will be like when I go back."
Wu Yu's hair is a bit longer, and it was messy when he woke up, blocking his forehead in a mess. He was facing the window, his face was paler than usual in the sunlight, and there was even a little reflective feeling above the brow bones and around the corners of his eyes, which made his pupils darker.
As if he hadn't heard Lin Kang's words just now, he slowly repeated: "What are you doing back?"
Lin Kang was getting up to pour water for him, and then he moved.
After a few seconds, he put down the glass, looked back at Wu Yu, and sighed, "What do you think?"
"Obviously it may just be that you have a bad signal or something urgent, but I was fidgeting with my mobile phone, so I could only rush all the way back to the airport in the middle of the night, fly to the hospital, ask for leave temporarily, stay in bed all night-why did I come, why do you think What?"
The ward was extremely quiet, the voices and footsteps outside the door, the noise on the road outside the window, and even the sound of their breathing relative to each other suddenly became particularly noticeable.
Wu Yu fell silent and sat on the edge of the hospital bed, with his elbows on his knees, his half-low profile silhouette reflected in the glass windows, and his expression was not clear.
People who are naturally superior in appearance are more likely to be recognized by others from an early age, so they are usually more reserved, confident, and taller in body shape and aura. Lin Kang has seen old photos of Wu Yu from his college days. Not to mention how high-spirited, standing there is like a young tree. Even the poor pixel conditions more than ten years ago can't stop the rushing. High spirits.
Compared with the current silent and restrained silhouette, that photo was really too different, as if a person was twisted from the soul.
"...You almost woke up several times last night," Lin Kang suddenly turned away from the subject casually, as if the triggering questioning just now had never happened.
Wu Yu didn't say a word.
"Every time the nurse comes to turn off the light, you start to wake up, I get up and then turn on the light. I repeated this three times, and I had to go to the nurse's station to say hello, so that they would not be too enthusiastic to come over and turn off the light, and then you finally I slept till dawn."
"..."
"Let's have something to eat." Lin Kang took out his cell phone and asked like a chatter: "What do you want to eat? Order Qingfeng steamed buns, vegetarian food or cabbage mushrooms?"
Wu Yu shook his head.
"Then have some porridge, there is a Chaoshan porridge shop nearby, and another steamed fish?"
"allergy."
Lin Kang has a very good temper. Searching for a takeaway app, he couldn't tell for a moment what his taste was: "Why don't Vegetarian Meal make a few refreshing dishes and make some soup..."
"Lin Kang," Wu Yu interrupted him hoarsely: "You go back."
Lin Kang's voice stopped abruptly, looking at him from behind the phone.
The two did not speak any more, Lin Kang finally took a deep breath for a while, walked over and squatted on the side of the bed, held his hand and asked:
"Are you so disgusted with me?"
"Pay attention to disinfection, don't touch water, rest a lot, don't eat spicy food that stimulates alcohol, and remember to come and remove stitches next week no matter how busy you are..."
In the director’s office, the doctor babbled and wrote prescriptions. He thanked Bu Chonghua, put on his shirt, as if he suddenly remembered, and asked: "How is the newcomer in our detachment?"
Because of the close relationship between the city’s first hospital and the Nancheng branch, the doctors and the police are quite familiar with each other. Often the doctors here have not raised their punches, and the criminal police there have been stunned. They got off the car, handcuffed people and escorted them away. Established a very good cooperative relationship. Bu Chonghua didn't need to mention Wu Yu's name. The doctor naturally knew who the new face in the detachment was, and smiled: "That little brother named Wu?"
Bu Chonghua said in his heart that Wu Yu can no longer be called a "little" brother from his ID card. But the boy's appearance does not show his age. It is fine to say that he is in his early thirties or he is in his twenties. If the doctor does not look at the medical records carefully, it is indeed easy to be fooled by that face.
"It's okay, it's quite a hit. There is no serious problem with the internal organs or the organization, and you can be discharged from the hospital when you recover. ——On the contrary, the suspects sent by your director Wang are relatively miserable. One of the esophagus was broken, and the other was broken. The ribs and the one who had been stabbed in the intestines stabilized until this morning, causing the head nurse to add a night shift. Tsk tsk, greet all the eighteenth generations of your ancestors."
Bu Chonghua thoughtfully, without comment, suddenly asked: "Then how is the recovery of the guy in our team from the old injury?"
"Old injuries? Did you mean the places where the arms and legs were broken?" The doctor was unaware: "It's good, after all, I'm young, and I've recovered well. But I should pay attention to keeping warm in the future to avoid suffering when I grow old."
"Apart from fractures, there is nothing else in terms of internal organs and blood?"
"No, the heart, lungs and spleen are all working well, except for mild anemia. Don’t worry, the people in your detachment are all VIP annual card customers in our hospital. It’s a set of fixed procedures for blood test and urine filming. Don’t worry, I will arrange a brain CT plus colonoscopy gastroscope for him, and it will burst together with the chrysanthemum."
Bu Chonghua: "..."
Bu Chonghua frowned slightly, just about to ask something more, the doctor smiled and said, "By the way, has the man who came to look after you last night got married?"
"Who?"
"The policeman who came to accompany the bed." The doctor snarled in the direction of the nurse's station: "The new nurse has taken a fancy to someone. The head nurse has assigned us a task of inquiring about the news. It just so happens that you came here today, just in time..."
"We did not send someone to accompany the bed."
The doctor was taken aback: "Huh?"
The two looked at each other for half a second, and Bu Chonghua suddenly stood up: "What's that person's name? How old? Where is it now?"
The doctor hurriedly stood up: "He...he said his surname is Lin, I don't know if he has left now, hello—"
The doctor's voice hadn't landed yet, he had already pushed the door and strode through the corridor.
The inpatient department was crowded with people. Bu Chonghua rushed past a ward door that was half-open or closed until he turned around. The door of the ward number 358 to the south was slightly opened. A vague human voice floated out, as if Wu Yu said something briefly, and then a very low and magnetic male voice came out, seeming to be a little helpless, but also very tough:
"Are you so disgusted with me, Wu Yu?"
Bu Chonghua took the hand that was about to push the door, hesitated for a moment, and looked inward through the gap in the open door.
Wu Yu faced him with his elbows on his knees, and sat down on the edge of the hospital bed. He wore an old vest and big shorts that didn't fit well. He stepped barefoot on the cold floor tiles and looked very sloppy; but his neck, waist, legs and even ankles, and even the ten fingers that fell naturally, had a strong line. Thin, beautiful and smooth, it is the kind of smoothness that is truly polished by professional and experience. It is completely different from the cardio muscles exercised in the gym.
The question was a young man in his early thirties, wearing a tailored light blue shirt, dark gray trousers and soft-soled shoes, leaning down in front of Wu Yu, the distance between the two was almost close. Although he can't see his face clearly because of his posture, he can vaguely hear the strong sense of oppression in his tone:
"I thought that after Zhang Boming jumped off the building, the only person you resented was dead. Why did you still resist us to such a degree?"
"I wanted to help you, Wu Yu, I thought you could feel this."
Wu Yu's plain expression did not fluctuate: "I have repeated it many times with you, Lin Kang, whose surname Zhang's death has nothing to do with me. After seeing him in the hospital that day, I went straight back to the ward, and then I will When I heard the news that he jumped off the building..."
He paused suddenly and turned to the concealed door:
"——Who is there, come out!"
It is impossible for normal people to be so keen, Lin Kang and Bu Chonghua both inside and outside the door changed their faces at the same time.
Lin Kang stood up suddenly, his face sinking into the water, while concealedly reaching out to his waist, he pressed against the wall and walked towards the door of the ward.
The isolation door opened, and the two directors turned their heads at the same time, only to see Bu Chonghua walk into the office, put one hand in his trouser pocket, open the chair with the other hand and sit down, watching them back and forth:
"What is going on with the person you assigned to me, can you tell me now?"
Xu Zuxin looked at Song Ping, his expression obviously also very confused.
Song Ping bowed his head for a moment in the twinkling eyes, and finally sighed. He threw the pile of documents that had just been faxed on the desk and said, "Hey, I just got it just now."
Bu Chonghua picked up the document and looked at it, his eyes condensed-it was the old files and detention documents of the Jinkang District Detention Center.
Thirteen years ago, Wu Yu stood in the camera, with short black hair and white skin, wearing a gray-blue prison uniform, and looking at Bu Chonghua calmly.
Most people describe young guys as handsome, handsome, or energetic. But the adjective Nian Daxing uses is "good-looking".
This word is not wrong. Whether it is the outline of the facial features or the details of the eyebrows and eyes, Wu Yu was born very clearly, standard, and even a little young. Moreover, he may have just left school at that time, and he still seems to have a quiet bookish air. There is no trace of being tortured by the years. No matter who sees this photo at first, he will easily form the initial impression of good-looking.
Therefore, the group of people surnamed Liu did not expect him to be so fierce, which is also excusable.
"--Solving Qianshan." Xu Ju held the reading glasses and slowly read the name on the file, and said in a strange way: "'Only solve Qianshan calling visitors, who knows that the body is the unreturned soul"-this name is down. There are some cultures, but the omen is too bad. Who gave this name?"
Song Ping looked at him helplessly: "Old Xu, maybe you can ask the police station to re-employ you after you retire. I think you are good at teaching Chinese."
"Where is it." Xu Ju was a little smug, then turned a few pages of the file and asked, "What is his real name?"
Song Ping said, "I don't know."
"do not know?"
Song Ping faced the gazes of Xu Ju and Bu Chonghua, and spread his hands: "I just checked the background of'Jie Qianshan', and I will find that he has a complete and clear set of files: his native place in Yundian border area, junior high school culture, many times Theft, smuggling, drug trafficking, escape from prison and smuggling into Myanmar, and then completely disappeared; no matter which system was taken, this case was real. Even the experience of jail and witnesses like Nian Daxing were available, and no flaws could be found. But if you look up the person'Wu Yu'? You will find that Wu Yu is also real: a man who was born in Guangxi and went to school in Sichuan, was assigned to Jinhai after graduation, and worked in the traffic police, public security, and criminal investigation team of the police station. After thirteen years, he was admitted to the ordinary police of the branch detachment with the crane tail results. His work history and file procedures are complete and complete. You can even find the record and receipt left by the police at the police station that year, saying that the reporter was not satisfied , Complained that his attitude was bad, and he would be a little muddy."
Xu Ju: "..."
"So the two roles of'Jie Qianshan' and'Wu Yu' are carefully portrayed by the archives. You might as well ask yourself who the real person is."
Xu Ju pondered for a while, but was still not reconciled: "Then when someone was transferred from above, you didn't even breathe?"
Xu Ju's doubts are very reasonable, because even if he was sent out to perform a disguised investigation mission, a long period of 13 years is enough to complete the mission, leave the post to decrypt, and return to normal police work. Even if it has not been completely deciphered due to some historical reasons, they will greet the leaders of the new posts and reveal good news, so that those who should be taken care of and protected can also be put in place, so as not to let the meritorious police in the future. What makes him difficult in his work and life.
But Wu Yu's identity has been very well protected, so well protected, even the immediate boss like Bu Chonghua is completely indifferent. This is obviously very inappropriate. If Bu Chonghua is a cautious leader who likes to put on airs, then according to Wu Yu's muffled character that is easy to bully, he may have been corrected one hundred and eighty times.
"I have indeed heard of some, but I don't know too much." Song Ping paused, and said slowly: "From what I have inquired about, the Yundian Provincial Public Security Bureau applied for him. Credit, and the Ministry has been discussing it seriously-the second-class heroes of the country."
Xu Ju almost knocked over the teacup.
Second class hero, what concept is that!
There are a fixed number of personal third-class, second-class, and first-class merits in the public security system, and the proportions should not be higher than three percent, three thousandths, and three thousandths of the total number of police officers in service that year. There are many of them. It's still posthumous-that is to say, if you can get the merits, you can still have all arms and legs. It's really one in a million. Strength, luck, and professional qualities are indispensable. Bu Chonghua himself has a distant cousin, because he won second-class merit in the anti-drug operation, he became the chief deputy at the age of thirty, and he was also a deputy provincial-level organizational city. The real power unit, the criminal investigation will give the senior a half!
But such a powerful personal second-class merit cannot be compared with heroes: personal merits can be awarded in the province, and there is room for discussion, but the national heroes must be personally approved by the Ministry of Public Security. Moreover, the first-class and second-class skills are only three out of tens of millions of people each year, and there are only more than 1,000 second-class heroes in the country, and a considerable number of them are posthumously awarded after the absence of people!
A second-class hero who can walk alive is no different from a golden phoenix egg, not to mention that Wu Yu is still so young. He has almost booked the qualifications to put the flag and party flag on the memorial service for decades. How many local police chiefs' dreams have been fulfilled ahead of schedule!
——What a glorious feat is necessary to declare such an honor?
Bu Chonghua suddenly remembered what Nian Daxing had just said: "Usually those people bullied him, beat him, and the blood was vomited out. The kid just gritted his teeth and said nothing..."
"I kept hitting him until he didn't move anymore before dragging him out of the trumpet. There was blood on the ground. I thought he was dead!..."
"So, how did the discussion end up?" Xu Ju asked tremblingly, "Isn't it approved?"
"No approval," Song Ping hesitated for a moment, and said: "As for the specific reason why it was not approved, I am not sure." The fastest update of 999 novels. Mobile phone: https:/m.999xs.com/
Xu Ju quit, put his legs down, and stood up from the table: "You can't do this, Old Song, you must know a little bit of the inside story, and you don't want to tell me if you hide it? Oh, don't tell. I'm fine, don't even tell your children?"
Bu Chonghua came back to his senses, spreading his palm slightly, implicitly indicating that it had nothing to do with him.
Song Ping had a headache: "Old Xu, what can I do with you..."
"When you squeezed people into me, you just said that you don’t care for the elderly. You didn’t tell me that this is a'special love'." Xu Ju was also very aggrieved: "If the second-level hero is approved, then Don’t say, let me treat people as ancestors; if it’s not approved, then he’s a hot potato. If you stuff me a hot potato, can you give me a shot? Isn’t it too kind? Got it!"
——Although it sounds bad, it is also very reasonable. Special emotions are not all good people as they are performed in some promotional films. In fact, many special emotions must be left and right between light and shadow. It is common to cross black and white with one foot, and it may be a little bit weaker. can't come back again. If Wu Yu really did meritorious service, but the honor could not be awarded, then it is really a ghost who knows what he did, which led to the current situation of inferiority.
Song Ping pondered for a long while, and finally compromised in Xu Ju's accusing eyes: "I didn't deliberately conceal you, it's just that there is no basis for this kind of thing. I also asked people privately when I was receiving him... "
He paused, as if thinking about how to open this mouth, and then said: "Wu Yu, during the incubation period, there are many problems that cannot be explained clearly."
Unclear explanation?
Not only Xu Ju, but even Bu Chonghua was stunned.
"Furthermore, after the celebration party, one of the heroes who was in charge of organizing the entire plan was the only one who was able to communicate with Wu Yu one-way in those years. Before submitting a detailed report to the Ministry of Public Security--"
Song Ping took a deep breath, and after a few seconds, he said slowly:
"I committed suicide by jumping off a building in the hospital."
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"...Your one is online..."
"Who is your upline? To whom is the news sent?!"
"Don't tell me!" The scolding became clearer and clearer amidst the noise, the bloody whip whizzed across his cheeks: "Stop me to death! See if he tells me!"
The basement is filled with the smell of rust that will not go away all the year round. It is the layer of black blood that has solidified in the cracks of the heavy torture instrument, and it will rot after a long time. Every time the whip was raised, it threw an arc of blood, and it hit the black and greasy brick wall with the broken flesh.
But strangely, Wu Yu didn't feel any pain this time.
His soul seemed to be drawn out of the body, floating quietly in the void, watching the scenes of flesh and blood under his feet, just like it has been staged in dreams thousands of times, moving forward to the predetermined ending of the tragedy.
"Damn! This is bad luck, but the bones are quite hard..."
"If people are dying, what should I do, brother?"
"What should we do now?"
...
As if knowing what was going to happen next, Wu Yu's pupils dilated silently.
The vocals were heard, and he fell into a brief silence. He saw a syringe filled with turbid liquid appeared in his sight, passed up by the hands covered with sin, until he got closer, the needle tip reflected the light bulb slightly blurred The light.
"Give the sliver a shot, one shot is almost the same." He heard a sullen and hoarse voice saying, "Or pry open his mouth..."
Wu Yu struggled, fear finally broke through the cage at that moment, the mountain whistling and the tsunami flooded all consciousness, and his bone marrow was flooded into the cold and dark deep sea——
"Either simply, let him completely fail."
no, do not want!
Throw it away! No! ——
"...!!!"
Wu Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and sat up.
The sun shines through the window on the snow-white bedding, and the walls of the ward are shining and bright. The infusion bag on the iron frame was dripping into the hose, and there was a bunch of lilies in the glass bottle on the bedside table. The dew slid down along the petals and dripped on the tabletop.
"Wake up?" Lin Kang sat in the armchair by the window, stretched out with a smile, opened the laptop on his lap, obviously he was still working just now, "--just wake up. The doctor said you It’s okay, but I still think you should get a good night’s sleep."
"..." Wu Yu stared at him for a long time, his voice hoarse and hard: "Didn't you return to Yundian?"
"The phone is silent in the middle of the call, and it won't work anymore. What do you think I can do? I am also very desperate." Lin Kang closed the computer, put the leather in the feet, well-made, but couldn't see it at all. In the dark brown briefcase of the brand, he smiled and said, "I turned around to buy a ticket on the spot and rushed to Jinhai in the middle of the night. Sure enough, our fate made us meet again in the hospital. ——For this, I have to turn off today. Two meetings, I don’t know what the old man surnamed Feng will be like when I go back."
Wu Yu's hair is a bit longer, and it was messy when he woke up, blocking his forehead in a mess. He was facing the window, his face was paler than usual in the sunlight, and there was even a little reflective feeling above the brow bones and around the corners of his eyes, which made his pupils darker.
As if he hadn't heard Lin Kang's words just now, he slowly repeated: "What are you doing back?"
Lin Kang was getting up to pour water for him, and then he moved.
After a few seconds, he put down the glass, looked back at Wu Yu, and sighed, "What do you think?"
"Obviously it may just be that you have a bad signal or something urgent, but I was fidgeting with my mobile phone, so I could only rush all the way back to the airport in the middle of the night, fly to the hospital, ask for leave temporarily, stay in bed all night-why did I come, why do you think What?"
The ward was extremely quiet, the voices and footsteps outside the door, the noise on the road outside the window, and even the sound of their breathing relative to each other suddenly became particularly noticeable.
Wu Yu fell silent and sat on the edge of the hospital bed, with his elbows on his knees, his half-low profile silhouette reflected in the glass windows, and his expression was not clear.
People who are naturally superior in appearance are more likely to be recognized by others from an early age, so they are usually more reserved, confident, and taller in body shape and aura. Lin Kang has seen old photos of Wu Yu from his college days. Not to mention how high-spirited, standing there is like a young tree. Even the poor pixel conditions more than ten years ago can't stop the rushing. High spirits.
Compared with the current silent and restrained silhouette, that photo was really too different, as if a person was twisted from the soul.
"...You almost woke up several times last night," Lin Kang suddenly turned away from the subject casually, as if the triggering questioning just now had never happened.
Wu Yu didn't say a word.
"Every time the nurse comes to turn off the light, you start to wake up, I get up and then turn on the light. I repeated this three times, and I had to go to the nurse's station to say hello, so that they would not be too enthusiastic to come over and turn off the light, and then you finally I slept till dawn."
"..."
"Let's have something to eat." Lin Kang took out his cell phone and asked like a chatter: "What do you want to eat? Order Qingfeng steamed buns, vegetarian food or cabbage mushrooms?"
Wu Yu shook his head.
"Then have some porridge, there is a Chaoshan porridge shop nearby, and another steamed fish?"
"allergy."
Lin Kang has a very good temper. Searching for a takeaway app, he couldn't tell for a moment what his taste was: "Why don't Vegetarian Meal make a few refreshing dishes and make some soup..."
"Lin Kang," Wu Yu interrupted him hoarsely: "You go back."
Lin Kang's voice stopped abruptly, looking at him from behind the phone.
The two did not speak any more, Lin Kang finally took a deep breath for a while, walked over and squatted on the side of the bed, held his hand and asked:
"Are you so disgusted with me?"
"Pay attention to disinfection, don't touch water, rest a lot, don't eat spicy food that stimulates alcohol, and remember to come and remove stitches next week no matter how busy you are..."
In the director’s office, the doctor babbled and wrote prescriptions. He thanked Bu Chonghua, put on his shirt, as if he suddenly remembered, and asked: "How is the newcomer in our detachment?"
Because of the close relationship between the city’s first hospital and the Nancheng branch, the doctors and the police are quite familiar with each other. Often the doctors here have not raised their punches, and the criminal police there have been stunned. They got off the car, handcuffed people and escorted them away. Established a very good cooperative relationship. Bu Chonghua didn't need to mention Wu Yu's name. The doctor naturally knew who the new face in the detachment was, and smiled: "That little brother named Wu?"
Bu Chonghua said in his heart that Wu Yu can no longer be called a "little" brother from his ID card. But the boy's appearance does not show his age. It is fine to say that he is in his early thirties or he is in his twenties. If the doctor does not look at the medical records carefully, it is indeed easy to be fooled by that face.
"It's okay, it's quite a hit. There is no serious problem with the internal organs or the organization, and you can be discharged from the hospital when you recover. ——On the contrary, the suspects sent by your director Wang are relatively miserable. One of the esophagus was broken, and the other was broken. The ribs and the one who had been stabbed in the intestines stabilized until this morning, causing the head nurse to add a night shift. Tsk tsk, greet all the eighteenth generations of your ancestors."
Bu Chonghua thoughtfully, without comment, suddenly asked: "Then how is the recovery of the guy in our team from the old injury?"
"Old injuries? Did you mean the places where the arms and legs were broken?" The doctor was unaware: "It's good, after all, I'm young, and I've recovered well. But I should pay attention to keeping warm in the future to avoid suffering when I grow old."
"Apart from fractures, there is nothing else in terms of internal organs and blood?"
"No, the heart, lungs and spleen are all working well, except for mild anemia. Don’t worry, the people in your detachment are all VIP annual card customers in our hospital. It’s a set of fixed procedures for blood test and urine filming. Don’t worry, I will arrange a brain CT plus colonoscopy gastroscope for him, and it will burst together with the chrysanthemum."
Bu Chonghua: "..."
Bu Chonghua frowned slightly, just about to ask something more, the doctor smiled and said, "By the way, has the man who came to look after you last night got married?"
"Who?"
"The policeman who came to accompany the bed." The doctor snarled in the direction of the nurse's station: "The new nurse has taken a fancy to someone. The head nurse has assigned us a task of inquiring about the news. It just so happens that you came here today, just in time..."
"We did not send someone to accompany the bed."
The doctor was taken aback: "Huh?"
The two looked at each other for half a second, and Bu Chonghua suddenly stood up: "What's that person's name? How old? Where is it now?"
The doctor hurriedly stood up: "He...he said his surname is Lin, I don't know if he has left now, hello—"
The doctor's voice hadn't landed yet, he had already pushed the door and strode through the corridor.
The inpatient department was crowded with people. Bu Chonghua rushed past a ward door that was half-open or closed until he turned around. The door of the ward number 358 to the south was slightly opened. A vague human voice floated out, as if Wu Yu said something briefly, and then a very low and magnetic male voice came out, seeming to be a little helpless, but also very tough:
"Are you so disgusted with me, Wu Yu?"
Bu Chonghua took the hand that was about to push the door, hesitated for a moment, and looked inward through the gap in the open door.
Wu Yu faced him with his elbows on his knees, and sat down on the edge of the hospital bed. He wore an old vest and big shorts that didn't fit well. He stepped barefoot on the cold floor tiles and looked very sloppy; but his neck, waist, legs and even ankles, and even the ten fingers that fell naturally, had a strong line. Thin, beautiful and smooth, it is the kind of smoothness that is truly polished by professional and experience. It is completely different from the cardio muscles exercised in the gym.
The question was a young man in his early thirties, wearing a tailored light blue shirt, dark gray trousers and soft-soled shoes, leaning down in front of Wu Yu, the distance between the two was almost close. Although he can't see his face clearly because of his posture, he can vaguely hear the strong sense of oppression in his tone:
"I thought that after Zhang Boming jumped off the building, the only person you resented was dead. Why did you still resist us to such a degree?"
"I wanted to help you, Wu Yu, I thought you could feel this."
Wu Yu's plain expression did not fluctuate: "I have repeated it many times with you, Lin Kang, whose surname Zhang's death has nothing to do with me. After seeing him in the hospital that day, I went straight back to the ward, and then I will When I heard the news that he jumped off the building..."
He paused suddenly and turned to the concealed door:
"——Who is there, come out!"
It is impossible for normal people to be so keen, Lin Kang and Bu Chonghua both inside and outside the door changed their faces at the same time.
Lin Kang stood up suddenly, his face sinking into the water, while concealedly reaching out to his waist, he pressed against the wall and walked towards the door of the ward.
