Boom, the concealed door was knocked twice before being pushed open by Bu Chonghua.
Lin Kang stiffened.
Wu Yu frowned: "Is it you?"
"Come here to change the medicine and take a look." Bu Chonghua nodded, Quan Dang simply greeted him, and calmly turned to Lin Kang: "This is your friend?"
Wu Yu hadn't spoken yet, but Lin Kang had quickly returned to normal. I don't know when he reached his back and stretched out his hand with a smile. The two shook hands briefly and strongly: "You are the detachment, you will look up for a long time. My surname is Lin and I work in the Yundian Provincial Public Security Bureau. I used to practice in the same place as Wu Yu. This time I happened to pass through Jinhai on a business trip, so I came to have a look."
These words are open, fair and organized, and they are very gentle, which makes it easy to feel good.
"That's a coincidence." Bu Chonghua was also very polite: "Officer Lin, isn't it? Turned out to be an expert at the provincial government, disrespectful.
"I dare not dare, I'm just a clerk who eats food, how can I be called an expert in front of the detachment."
"You are..."
"Ah," Lin Kang said with a smile: "I work in information technology in an office, and I can't compare with your criminal investigation, I'm ashamed."
——Internet police?
The concept of cyber police is actually quite large, and the division of labor is also very complicated. Cyber security, criminal investigation, network surveillance, etc., are collectively referred to as cyber police, and even some secret-related technical workers will be self-confidently cyber police, and from Lin Kang From the physical and temperament point of view, the cyber police that Bu Chonghua usually contacts with at work are not quite similar.
But Bu Chonghua did not ask in detail. The two chatted a few words knowingly. Lin Kang picked up his briefcase and said with a smile: "Since the detachment is here, there must be work to confess. I still have something to do, or else Say goodbye first."
Wu Yu sat silently, neither did he stay, nor did he have any intention to get up and see him off. However, Lin Kang greeted him very well before leaving. The door clicked shut and there were only two of them left in the ward. Bu Chonghua turned around and saw Wu Yu raising his head and staring straight at him.
The two of them stood and sat, no more than a few steps apart, and the surroundings were terribly quiet. For a long time, Wu Yu's eyes fell on the blood-stained gauze that was exposed at the collar of Bu Chonghua's shirt, and he raised his chin untouched: "Niangui has already explained it, right?"
——His name is not Nian Daxing, but Nian Gui who was in jail.
This question was straightforward and acrimonious. It was obviously different from the usual mumbling in the public security bureau. At that moment, Bu Chonghua seemed to hear the shadow of the young man who was like a trapped beast and covered in spikes thirteen years ago. .
"No matter what Nian Daxing said, the matter has already passed. In the future..."
Obviously, Wu Yu has heard this kind of calm remarks repeated many times by leaders at all levels, and is too lazy to listen again: "No, it's not over, otherwise, why did Lin Kang rush back to Jinhai in the middle of the night?"
Bu Chonghua thought for two seconds before saying: "I thought you two had a good relationship?"
"He just wanted to investigate me. Didn't you hear it outside the door?"
"..."
The docile dullness that looked like a mask on Wu Yu's face finally faded away, and his eyebrows were calm and sharp: "Zhang Boming committed suicide by jumping off the building. They suspected that I did it. Lin Kang has never given up on the investigation. He likes to give people that illusion. It’s just a means, it’s the same for everyone."
Bu Chonghua didn’t know what to say for a while, and Wu Yu didn’t want to talk to him anymore. He got up and pulled off the uniform from the hanger, took off the ill-fitting hospital gown, turned his back to Bu Chonghua, pulled up the chain of pants, and picked it up. Put on the clean T-shirt sent by the nurse.
He stood in front of the window, and when he got up, the sunlight disappeared from the protruding butterfly bones, reflecting the rugged musculoskeletal back, and countless old and small scars were innumerable-but the years did not take away the handsome and neat young boy.
Bu Chonghua is a high-achieving student from the College of Honesty. After graduation, he has been working in criminal investigation all the way. There are many men, women and children on the dissection stage. I don’t know how many victims have been seen. Not to mention the same sex. Even the body of the opposite sex is a little numb. I am self-assured professionalism. But at this moment, it may be influenced by Nian Daxing's confession. The first reaction in his mind turned out to be to avoid suspicion. He subconsciously moved his eyes away, as if he didn't know it, "Oh?" He said: "Zhang Boming you said. Who is it? Nian Daxing never explained it."
Wu Yu paused and turned his head, and the slender lines from his jaw to the neck became prominent. There was a sharp and abrupt contrast to the usual, but his voice was smiling:
"He was my boss, commander and one-way liaison when I was undercover, and the academy sent a leadership post, but he himself has never ‘goed down.’
"Speaking of which, you are a bit like the team."
Bu Chonghua wanted to test, but he was taken aback by this.
"Zhang Boming is an elite, iron-blooded, loyal, unsympathetic, and regards principle and justice as his first pursuit. He cannot tolerate any stains on his body. In an emergency situation ten years ago, a North American drug manufacturer sneaked into the country to follow suit. People contact, I passed the news to him, but I was exposed to the risk. I asked him for help, but he chose to arrest people first."
-Exposure.
It is only a simple word, but the actual undercover is directly equivalent to death-no, it is more terrifying than death. Death is just a relief in the blink of an eye.
"Then what?" Bu Chonghua couldn't help but sink.
Wu Yu’s tone was calm and lackluster: "He ordered the arrest, and I was immediately left alone and helpless. The situation was extremely dangerous at the time. However, I did not expect it to be very...lucky, and ultimately did not reveal my identity. ."
I don't know if it is an illusion, but Bu Chonghua seems to have figured out a ridicule that is more difficult to conceal than just now.
"They suspect you hate him?"
"Perhaps, but I am actually not familiar with him. After all, the undercover agent can only contact him one-way. Sometimes the opportunities for contact throughout the year are very few...I didn't go to see him until I came back from the mission last year."
Wu Yu raised his head and took a breath, and Bu Chonghua keenly asked, "Do you want to ask him for an explanation?"
The commander's decision may be based on many reasons: adhere to principles, be loyal to justice, integrate reality, and consider the overall situation. Sacrificing one's life for the task is glorious, and dedicating oneself to the collective is commendable. At that time, anyone sitting in the position of Zhang Boming might not have too many other ideas.
But what Zhang Boming certainly didn't expect was that after sticking to the principles and considering the overall situation, Wu Yu didn't even sacrifice.
Not only did he not sacrifice, he continued to carry out the mission for many years, and finally came back alive.
Then Wu Yu, who came back, would definitely want a statement: When he gave up his comrade-in-arms ten years ago, did you hesitate at all? In the past ten years, when the night is quiet, have you ever regretted it at all? Now that you and I are on the same stage to accept the praise, will you feel even the slightest guilty conscience blushing, and no self-confidence?
"...Said," Wu Yu murmured.
He stared straight at the dust floating in the air, his pupils were like a dark abyss under the glacier.
"Don't say... please, don't say any more, don't say any more..."
A cry of pleading floated from the void, and he saw Zhang Boming's painful face again-the man was kneeling on the floor of the ward, every inch of skin and every finger seemed to be roasted by the fire of hell, convulsively. Distorted the shape alive.
"...Do you think I will come and ask for an explanation? No, I just want to tell you why I can stand here..."
That's great, he thought.
He saw every word of himself thrust into his internal organs like a hot red blade, and then plucked out slices of burnt blood and cooked meat from Zhang Boming's body. The pleasure of revenge has never filled his chest like that moment, making him So briskly to float.
——Of course he can float.
He has been slashed by that sharp blade for ten years, the flesh is dried and blood is drained, so light that his whole body's jagged skeleton is turned into ashes.
"I just want to tell you why I can stand here..."
"...I just want to tell you why I was so lucky."
The sound of the wind swept across the world like a high tide, passing through the bright glass windows of the ward, the tide was mixed with a cry of despair to hoarseness.
But Wu Yu was in a daze. He couldn't tell whether the cry came from Zhang Boming or himself.
"Yes," he said softly, "I have to find him... for an explanation."
"Zhang Boming didn't expect that you would still be brooding about the past ten years ago, and you can't say anything at all. You simply chose to stop yourself?" Bu Chonghua could not see the slightest clue from Wu Yu's calm to a little dull surface, but I always feel that this logic is very wrong: "However, the superiors feel that the reason why Zhang Boming chose to commit suicide has something to do with the unclear questions during your undercover?"
"I don't know if his suicide has anything to do with me." Wu Yu said hoarsely. "At the time, he was very regretful, but he didn't want to die, so Lin Kang told me that night he had jumped off the top of the hospital. At that time, I couldn't believe it for a while... His second-level hero model certificate had already been approved."
Bu Chonghua has been in the police for more than ten years, and he has participated in the highest-rated operations as a collective first-class merit. This is already a very strong qualification. Many provincial and ministerial leaders may not have such achievements at his age. However, the undercover operation that year could be reported to two heroes at once, and its scale, intensity, and significance are naturally self-evident.
So no matter what the reason for Zhang Boming's jump, he was freed by himself, but Wu Yu was harmed miserably, and he even said that he would ruin the entire second half of his life.
"In the beginning I really couldn't think of why he died... but later I felt a little bit clear." Wu Yu's black and white eyes glimpsed, lightly floating on the medical bandage of Bu Chonghua's shoulder, and then looked away again: "He may be true He is such a proud person."
"He is such a proud man"?
Bu Chonghua reacted terribly quickly, and he almost understood why Wu Yu said he was like Zhang Boming, why he didn't thank him at all for blocking the knife, and he didn't even bother to ask him how hurt he was--
"You know, Team Bu, you are actually very similar to Team Zhang", "Zhang Boming was born as an elite like you", "He is such a proud man", "I can't tolerate any stains on my body"...
Zhang Boming does not necessarily think that it is against morality to sacrifice an undercover agent in order to catch a drug lord. He is loyal, iron-blooded, and takes the mission as the only one. He feels that Wu Yu should also sacrifice willingly; but what he did not expect is that Wu Yu himself does not. Reluctantly and reluctantly, he even hated this incompetent boss, because he could only let his subordinates die in a dilemma, and his subordinates never wanted to die!
It's not that he can't face Wu Yu's life, but can't face the "stained" himself!
"——So you lay in the hospital thinking about going all night, and you came to the conclusion that I was just Zhang Boming who made another choice temporarily?" Bu Chonghua asked suddenly, "I feel Yu Gaoao didn't allow himself to stand on the sidelines, and forced himself to rescue him out of the heroic complex?"
Wu Yu didn't expect him to be so keen, subconsciously "Oh?" Then he recovered his usual docile expression with surprise: "What did you say--"
"Do you think I can take the opportunity to make a meritorious performance?" Bu Chonghua suddenly bypassed the hospital bed and stepped forward. Wu Yu subconsciously took a half step back, and his waist reached the window sill, but then Bu Chonghua stepped forward. With a finger stuck in his shoulder, he was condescending at such a close distance: "I tell you, if I really am another principled Zhang Boming, you kicked Nian Daxing against the camera in the Public Security Bureau. I will do you when I fly to the wall!"
Wu Yu leaned back on the window sill with one hand: "You..."
"It's you! The mobile phone installed an anti-tracking program illegally, and a person chased Nian Daxing and ran to a place that was not monitored. At that time, what you were actually planning to do, would you dare to tell me?!"
"..."
"——If I really don’t care about love," Bu Chonghua leaned down lightly and sternly, and the distance between the two was not close: "The dagger on the scene last night with your fingerprints should not be locked in my office now, but It has been handed over to the Supervisory Committee of the Municipal Bureau. Can you still stand here and analyze my psychological motivation?!"
The air was terribly tight, and could only hear each other's breathing depression and ups and downs, and Wu Yu's fingers on the window sill were so hard that they turned white.
After an unknown period of time, he finally softened imperceptibly, and said hoarsely: "...Thank you, Team, I didn't mean to compare you to Team Zhang."
Bu Chonghua stared at his dark eyes, and it took a long time to finally get up like a benevolence. The pin-piercing pressure is light, but the severity is not reduced by half: "You better remember. Next time if you dare If you don’t say hello to me, I’m not so good at talking if I chase it out alone."
Probably because of the backlight, Wu Yu's pupils were extremely deep, his cheeks turned pale again, and his expression looked a little strange. He looked straight into Bu Chonghua's eyes without saying a word, as if he wanted to dig something out of his mind through that eyeball, but he couldn't figure out the direction.
Obviously it was a very stalemate, but Bu Chonghua felt his mental activity in an instant-he was thinking: "This person named Bu is not in the same world as me. How kind is he? Pure control wants to cause trouble?"
"I'm still a little more cautious. This kind of background and promising'leader' has neither experience nor self-esteem, and how much interest is involved."
"...I see." Wu Yu finally said slowly, "I will report to the organization next time."
There was an inaudible sneer in Bu Chonghua's nasal cavity. Just as the old Nokia charging on the window sill clinked, a text message came - it was Lin Kang.
Bu Chonghua stepped back symbolically, Wu Yu hesitated, then picked up the phone and clicked on it. Originally, he only planned to glance at it quickly, but suddenly paused: "What?"
The text message is a few short sentences from Lin Kang: [I found it this morning, I wanted to show it to you, but I didn't have time just now]. There is a jpg format attachment below the text message. Clicking on it is a very clear picture taken by a foreign museum. A hideous skull is placed in a showcase covered with yellow silk.
Wu Yu couldn't care about the dispute just now, and immediately handed the phone to Bu Chonghua: "Is this the skeleton head image restored by the Municipal Bureau of the 502nd case?"
Bu Chonghua looked at it, and he suddenly felt like he was indeed!
Because of the age of this skull, it has completely turned into sauce black. Although the whole body is engraved with vague, delicate patterns and symbols can still be seen. Its eye sockets, nasal cavity, and teeth are all worn to varying degrees, cut off from above the brow bone, and the skull is covered with black cloth or iron objects; the forehead and temples are connected to three curved sides Rectangular bone fragments with extremely delicate patterns carved on the bone fragments, but because of the shooting angle, only the forehead can be seen. 999 novel first published https://www.999xs.com https://m.999xs.com
The cut off the skull is like a melon cap on the top of the three bones. The edge of the "brim" is a circle of small skulls linked by carvings. The "hat" is densely engraved with countless patterns. Even if you look closely, you can only barely recognize that the two skeletons on the Tianling cover are entangled with each other, holding a magic weapon, dancing.
——This skull is similar to the murderer He Xingxing witnessed by eight or nine points, especially the structure separated from top to bottom is exactly the same!
"Did you leak the restoration picture to Lin Kang?"
Wu Yu immediately denied: "No."
Bu Chonghua glanced at him, without pursuing the details, but a vague idea passed in his mind: The speed at which Lin Kang mobilizes resources to capture information is really not comparable to that of ordinary "scientists", and the level of attention to Wu Yu seems to be. It is much higher than Wu Yu's own description.
"What is this skeleton used for?"
Bu Chonghua exhaled, "Master Shi Tuolin."
"Huh?" Wu Yu said blankly.
"See this?" Bu Chonghua pointed to the two skeletons that were dancing with each other: "'The forest is quiet and cold, because it is called the cold forest; on the side of Wangshe City, the dead are sent to them, always referring to the dead. Chitipati'-this is a narrative in the "Sounds and Meanings of the Scriptures" of the Tang Dynasty. The Lord Chitipati is almost the god who protects the cemetery, symbolizing that people have birth, aging, sickness and death, and there is no eternal truth in the world."
They were all leaning together in front of the mobile phone screen. The two were very close. Wu Yu turned his head, his lips almost touched Bu Chonghua’s side face, and the conditioned reflex leaned back: "Tang Dynasty? So what did He Xingxing see? Cultural relics?"
"If the cultural relics are genuine, they will be destroyed in the water, so it's hard to say what He Xingxing saw. But this exhibit is not an ordinary thing. As a sculpture, the Lord Shituolin will usually only appear on a religious-related item— —"
Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Yu, spit out two words:
"Hidden secret."
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"You two will sit here for a while. There is water here." The receptionist of the Folklore Research Institute led Bu Chonghua into the door, receiving two small glasses of cold water with a disposable paper cup, and explained: "Several experts are rehired after retirement. I don’t really work, I have to go and see who is still there today."
The Folklore Research Institute is attached to the university. On weekdays, there is a neglect in front of the door. Even mice do not come to chew the pile of old papers in the house. Therefore, the receptionist is obviously curious about why the city police detectives come to visit and walk back and forth. .
Bu Chonghua didn't drink any water. He was focusing and swiftly using the domestically-made machine distributed by the bureau to contact his investigators. Suddenly Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Wu Yu turning around like he could not sit still, and he could not help but raise his head and ask: " What are you doing?"
Wu Yu stood in front of the wall of bookcases in the reception room, his eyes traversing among the big books, and he didn't hear what he was saying at all.
"Wu Yu!" Bu Chonghua raised his voice.
The kid surnamed Wu finally recovered, touched his nose and said, "Many books."
I don't know if Bu Chonghua is too mindful, but he can hear a touch of complicated envy from his tone.
"Lots of books," Wu Yu repeated in a low voice after a while.
Bu Chonghua's heart moved. At this time, the receptionist blew back like a gust of wind. The sound of dongdong footsteps broke the short and strange atmosphere in the house, and his attitude was much more enthusiastic than before: "Coincidentally, today we are in the office, you two. Please?"
Chen Yuanliang is a well-known expert in culture and folklore, and he has even been on CCTV. Because he is old, he doesn't usually work, and he just hangs a title to grow flowers and grass at home. The old scholastic temper is a bit stubborn, and he usually rarely sees guests behind closed doors. It just so happened that he came to the office to inspect the pile of old papers when he was idle today. He was carrying two thread books and was preparing to go home for dinner. Unfortunately, he was blocked by the city police. In the office.
"The case of Silihe? I read the news report." Hearing that the life lawsuit was involved, the old scholastic face made a serious face, and he could not help but sit up solemnly. After taking Wu Yu's cell phone and carefully identifying it for a while, he used his wrinkled hands. Knocked on the screen, pointed at the Lord Shi Tuolin on the Tianling cover and said, "It's not all Tibetan secrets, to be precise, it's Bon religion."
"Bon?"
The office of Shimizu Yamen is a bit like the office of a teacher in a middle school in the 1990s. Old Chen sat behind his desk and helped reading glasses. His sharp eyes shot straight from behind the lenses, as if he was blaming why young people now read so little: "You now People who are like this are just like saying things, and they always go to Tibetan Buddhism-to go back to the source of learning, and a meticulous research spirit, otherwise how can it be done?"
Bu Chonghua, who had always been good at training, was being trained, and Wu Yu's ears suddenly moved.
Bu Chonghua had obviously felt the small eyes looking at him diagonally, but on the surface he was still very calm, so he didn't see it: "Old Chen is right, but I'm just thinking that Bon religion does not only exist in Tibet. , And disappeared a long time ago?"
"This is a misunderstanding of the world. In fact, as long as any religion has become popular, it will not disappear completely. It will only be gradually merged and evolved with historical changes, giving birth to new doctrines, which will leave a unique in cultural history. Traces." Old Chen sat upright, as if teaching students on the podium, and said seriously: "The original Bon religion can be traced back to the Stone Age and is inextricably linked with Shamanism. Animal sacrifices, blood sacrifices and even living sacrifices are very Universal. When Xinrao Miwo Buddha taught from Xiangxiong to Tubo, he reformed many ignorant and bloody customs in the primitive Bon religion, and thus founded the Yongzhong Bon religion, which is divided into the early'Chaben' and the later' Cubene'."
Wu Yu was surprised, and listened with Bu Chonghua.
"The early'Chabon' reached its peak in the Dhimgon Tsampo period and even threatened the royal power. In order to suppress this situation, Songtsen Gampo introduced Buddhism from the Tang Dynasty, Nepal and other places, and for this reason he also asked for a Nepalese chizun. The princess and Princess Wencheng of Datang became their wives. From then on, "Chaben" has gone from prosperity to decline. You always know Princess Wencheng?"
Seeing both young people nodding their heads, Chen Laocai was a little satisfied: "Songtsen Gampo asked to marry Princess Wencheng and introduced Buddhism to Tibet from Nepal and the Tang Dynasty. This can be regarded as the difference between the early'Chaben' and the later'Juben' Boundary. After that, Buddhism and Bon clashed with each other, the struggle was fierce, and it was difficult to distinguish the victory or defeat. It was not until the Trisong Dezan period more than 100 years later that Buddhism finally won the long religious struggle and was designated as the state religion. The religion was suppressed by the Tibetan king’s exile and was forced to go underground, and its teachings were on the verge of extinction."
"Since then, Tibetan Buddhism flourished and Bon religion declined. This situation continued for nearly a hundred years. History has repeated a cycle again-in the ninth century AD, Langdama destroyed the Buddha, a large number of monks were killed, and ancient books were burned. Buddhism has entered a century of darkness. With the support of Lang Dama, Bon religion has risen again, and many Bon scriptures have been compiled and even spread to Gannan, Yundian, India, Nepal and other places."
Yundian.
Bu Chonghua's eyebrows jumped slightly.
——On the night when the corpse of the 502 victims were found, they were in the corridor outside the emergency department of the hospital. Liao Gang posted the portrait of the murderer described by the city bureau expert to his mobile phone. Wu Yu only glanced at it and asked in astonishment: "Isn't this a great jumping god?"
"In the past, the village exorcist and jumped the great god, I have seen it before, have you guys here?"
Bu Chonghua glanced to his side, and saw Wu Yu listen carefully, his eyelashes swept out a curve.
Some speculation faintly emerged in his heart, but the idea was too vague, and then he just listened to Old Chen tapping on the phone screen:
"By the time the Bon religion rose again in the later period, it had struggled with Buddhism for hundreds of years. This time its teachings and rituals inevitably absorbed and merged with Tibetan Buddhism. The myth of the genitals and the use of human bones to make magical instruments Customs are also integrated with Tantric Buddhism-of course, the religious behavior of serf society inevitably carries a bloody and cruel stigma. Compared with the Bon religion, which was incorporated into civilized management by the state after the reform and opening up, they are basically two different things. It's not the same."
Bu Chonghua came back to his senses and asked, "What period does this helmet belong to?"
Old Chen said: "This is not easy to be sure. There are many bad habits in the serf society. The lamas believe that human bones, human brains, and male and female genitalia are powerful instruments. The male genitalia is called Dharma and the female genitalia is called the lotus. Menstrual blood is called "Blood Bodhi", and even human intestines, human skins, and human flesh are the top grades of sacrifices. Among these utensils, human skulls of eminent monks and lamas are especially precious, often decorated with silver carvings and skins. Rope and turquoise are used as incense burners or offering vessels. In thangkas, gods can often see a Gabala bowl full of things in one hand. The bowl is a human skull and the contents are human brains; then the vajra Or the yue knife is placed on the side of the bowl, which represents the image of the combination of'method' and'wisdom'."
"As for this helmet..." Old Chen shook his head with regret: "We can only guess that it is the magical weapon worn by the great lama in major ceremonies in ancient times, which is extremely rare in modern society. As for its specificity I really can’t tell you what decoration, effect, and meaning are there. Please forgive me.”
Old Chen handed the phone back, Wu Yu got up and took it with both hands.
"Can you find out the meaning of this helmet in more detail?" Bu Chonghua asked in a deep voice, "It is true that the police investigation of the 502 case has reached a bottleneck period. The skull helmet is currently the most valuable. The clue, if we can thoroughly understand its meaning, it should be of great help to our investigation work."
"This..." Old Chen hesitated for a moment and asked: "I read the news and said that the homicide in Silihe was a little girl?"
Bu Chonghua's mind is very keen: "Is there anything to say?"
Old Chen stopped talking, his expression was a little struggling. After a long time, the old scholar hesitated and said: "Accordingly, I shouldn't promote these crazy things. After all, there is a lot of online controversy, and there is no academic circle. The conclusive literature proves that there is such a thing. If people know that this is what I said, I am afraid..."
Bu Chonghua stared at him closely.
Elder Chen couldn't hide under his pressure-filled gaze, and finally let out a sigh of relief after a long while.
"In the primitive worship of the serf society, the virgin symbolizes purity and detachment from the world. Her human skin, uterus, and leg bones are all materials for making magical artifacts."
"So it's easier for girls to become...the first choice for...living sacrifices."
Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu were stunned.
There was silence in the room, cold and creepy fear gliding through the ears from the void like a snake.
Boom, the concealed door was knocked twice before being pushed open by Bu Chonghua.
Lin Kang stiffened.
Wu Yu frowned: "Is it you?"
"Come here to change the medicine and take a look." Bu Chonghua nodded, Quan Dang simply greeted him, and calmly turned to Lin Kang: "This is your friend?"
Wu Yu hadn't spoken yet, but Lin Kang had quickly returned to normal. I don't know when he reached his back and stretched out his hand with a smile. The two shook hands briefly and strongly: "You are the detachment, you will look up for a long time. My surname is Lin and I work in the Yundian Provincial Public Security Bureau. I used to practice in the same place as Wu Yu. This time I happened to pass through Jinhai on a business trip, so I came to have a look."
These words are open, fair and organized, and they are very gentle, which makes it easy to feel good.
"That's a coincidence." Bu Chonghua was also very polite: "Officer Lin, isn't it? Turned out to be an expert at the provincial government, disrespectful.
"I dare not dare, I'm just a clerk who eats food, how can I be called an expert in front of the detachment."
"You are..."
"Ah," Lin Kang said with a smile: "I work in information technology in an office, and I can't compare with your criminal investigation, I'm ashamed."
——Internet police?
The concept of cyber police is actually quite large, and the division of labor is also very complicated. Cyber security, criminal investigation, network surveillance, etc., are collectively referred to as cyber police, and even some secret-related technical workers will be self-confidently cyber police, and from Lin Kang From the physical and temperament point of view, the cyber police that Bu Chonghua usually contacts with at work are not quite similar.
But Bu Chonghua did not ask in detail. The two chatted a few words knowingly. Lin Kang picked up his briefcase and said with a smile: "Since the detachment is here, there must be work to confess. I still have something to do, or else Say goodbye first."
Wu Yu sat silently, neither did he stay, nor did he have any intention to get up and see him off. However, Lin Kang greeted him very well before leaving. The door clicked shut and there were only two of them left in the ward. Bu Chonghua turned around and saw Wu Yu raising his head and staring straight at him.
The two of them stood and sat, no more than a few steps apart, and the surroundings were terribly quiet. For a long time, Wu Yu's eyes fell on the blood-stained gauze that was exposed at the collar of Bu Chonghua's shirt, and he raised his chin untouched: "Niangui has already explained it, right?"
——His name is not Nian Daxing, but Nian Gui who was in jail.
This question was straightforward and acrimonious. It was obviously different from the usual mumbling in the public security bureau. At that moment, Bu Chonghua seemed to hear the shadow of the young man who was like a trapped beast and covered in spikes thirteen years ago. .
"No matter what Nian Daxing said, the matter has already passed. In the future..."
Obviously, Wu Yu has heard this kind of calm remarks repeated many times by leaders at all levels, and is too lazy to listen again: "No, it's not over, otherwise, why did Lin Kang rush back to Jinhai in the middle of the night?"
Bu Chonghua thought for two seconds before saying: "I thought you two had a good relationship?"
"He just wanted to investigate me. Didn't you hear it outside the door?"
"..."
The docile dullness that looked like a mask on Wu Yu's face finally faded away, and his eyebrows were calm and sharp: "Zhang Boming committed suicide by jumping off the building. They suspected that I did it. Lin Kang has never given up on the investigation. He likes to give people that illusion. It’s just a means, it’s the same for everyone."
Bu Chonghua didn’t know what to say for a while, and Wu Yu didn’t want to talk to him anymore. He got up and pulled off the uniform from the hanger, took off the ill-fitting hospital gown, turned his back to Bu Chonghua, pulled up the chain of pants, and picked it up. Put on the clean T-shirt sent by the nurse.
He stood in front of the window, and when he got up, the sunlight disappeared from the protruding butterfly bones, reflecting the rugged musculoskeletal back, and countless old and small scars were innumerable-but the years did not take away the handsome and neat young boy.
Bu Chonghua is a high-achieving student from the College of Honesty. After graduation, he has been working in criminal investigation all the way. There are many men, women and children on the dissection stage. I don’t know how many victims have been seen. Not to mention the same sex. Even the body of the opposite sex is a little numb. I am self-assured professionalism. But at this moment, it may be influenced by Nian Daxing's confession. The first reaction in his mind turned out to be to avoid suspicion. He subconsciously moved his eyes away, as if he didn't know it, "Oh?" He said: "Zhang Boming you said. Who is it? Nian Daxing never explained it."
Wu Yu paused and turned his head, and the slender lines from his jaw to the neck became prominent. There was a sharp and abrupt contrast to the usual, but his voice was smiling:
"He was my boss, commander and one-way liaison when I was undercover, and the academy sent a leadership post, but he himself has never ‘goed down.’
"Speaking of which, you are a bit like the team."
Bu Chonghua wanted to test, but he was taken aback by this.
"Zhang Boming is an elite, iron-blooded, loyal, unsympathetic, and regards principle and justice as his first pursuit. He cannot tolerate any stains on his body. In an emergency situation ten years ago, a North American drug manufacturer sneaked into the country to follow suit. People contact, I passed the news to him, but I was exposed to the risk. I asked him for help, but he chose to arrest people first."
-Exposure.
It is only a simple word, but the actual undercover is directly equivalent to death-no, it is more terrifying than death. Death is just a relief in the blink of an eye.
"Then what?" Bu Chonghua couldn't help but sink.
Wu Yu’s tone was calm and lackluster: "He ordered the arrest, and I was immediately left alone and helpless. The situation was extremely dangerous at the time. However, I did not expect it to be very...lucky, and ultimately did not reveal my identity. ."
I don't know if it is an illusion, but Bu Chonghua seems to have figured out a ridicule that is more difficult to conceal than just now.
"They suspect you hate him?"
"Perhaps, but I am actually not familiar with him. After all, the undercover agent can only contact him one-way. Sometimes the opportunities for contact throughout the year are very few...I didn't go to see him until I came back from the mission last year."
Wu Yu raised his head and took a breath, and Bu Chonghua keenly asked, "Do you want to ask him for an explanation?"
The commander's decision may be based on many reasons: adhere to principles, be loyal to justice, integrate reality, and consider the overall situation. Sacrificing one's life for the task is glorious, and dedicating oneself to the collective is commendable. At that time, anyone sitting in the position of Zhang Boming might not have too many other ideas.
But what Zhang Boming certainly didn't expect was that after sticking to the principles and considering the overall situation, Wu Yu didn't even sacrifice.
Not only did he not sacrifice, he continued to carry out the mission for many years, and finally came back alive.
Then Wu Yu, who came back, would definitely want a statement: When he gave up his comrade-in-arms ten years ago, did you hesitate at all? In the past ten years, when the night is quiet, have you ever regretted it at all? Now that you and I are on the same stage to accept the praise, will you feel even the slightest guilty conscience blushing, and no self-confidence?
"...Said," Wu Yu murmured.
He stared straight at the dust floating in the air, his pupils were like a dark abyss under the glacier.
"Don't say... please, don't say any more, don't say any more..."
A cry of pleading floated from the void, and he saw Zhang Boming's painful face again-the man was kneeling on the floor of the ward, every inch of skin and every finger seemed to be roasted by the fire of hell, convulsively. Distorted the shape alive.
"...Do you think I will come and ask for an explanation? No, I just want to tell you why I can stand here..."
That's great, he thought.
He saw every word of himself thrust into his internal organs like a hot red blade, and then plucked out slices of burnt blood and cooked meat from Zhang Boming's body. The pleasure of revenge has never filled his chest like that moment, making him So briskly to float.
——Of course he can float.
He has been slashed by that sharp blade for ten years, the flesh is dried and blood is drained, so light that his whole body's jagged skeleton is turned into ashes.
"I just want to tell you why I can stand here..."
"...I just want to tell you why I was so lucky."
The sound of the wind swept across the world like a high tide, passing through the bright glass windows of the ward, the tide was mixed with a cry of despair to hoarseness.
But Wu Yu was in a daze. He couldn't tell whether the cry came from Zhang Boming or himself.
"Yes," he said softly, "I have to find him... for an explanation."
"Zhang Boming didn't expect that you would still be brooding about the past ten years ago, and you can't say anything at all. You simply chose to stop yourself?" Bu Chonghua could not see the slightest clue from Wu Yu's calm to a little dull surface, but I always feel that this logic is very wrong: "However, the superiors feel that the reason why Zhang Boming chose to commit suicide has something to do with the unclear questions during your undercover?"
"I don't know if his suicide has anything to do with me." Wu Yu said hoarsely. "At the time, he was very regretful, but he didn't want to die, so Lin Kang told me that night he had jumped off the top of the hospital. At that time, I couldn't believe it for a while... His second-level hero model certificate had already been approved."
Bu Chonghua has been in the police for more than ten years, and he has participated in the highest-rated operations as a collective first-class merit. This is already a very strong qualification. Many provincial and ministerial leaders may not have such achievements at his age. However, the undercover operation that year could be reported to two heroes at once, and its scale, intensity, and significance are naturally self-evident.
So no matter what the reason for Zhang Boming's jump, he was freed by himself, but Wu Yu was harmed miserably, and he even said that he would ruin the entire second half of his life.
"In the beginning I really couldn't think of why he died... but later I felt a little bit clear." Wu Yu's black and white eyes glimpsed, lightly floating on the medical bandage of Bu Chonghua's shoulder, and then looked away again: "He may be true He is such a proud person."
"He is such a proud man"?
Bu Chonghua reacted terribly quickly, and he almost understood why Wu Yu said he was like Zhang Boming, why he didn't thank him at all for blocking the knife, and he didn't even bother to ask him how hurt he was--
"You know, Team Bu, you are actually very similar to Team Zhang", "Zhang Boming was born as an elite like you", "He is such a proud man", "I can't tolerate any stains on my body"...
Zhang Boming does not necessarily think that it is against morality to sacrifice an undercover agent in order to catch a drug lord. He is loyal, iron-blooded, and takes the mission as the only one. He feels that Wu Yu should also sacrifice willingly; but what he did not expect is that Wu Yu himself does not. Reluctantly and reluctantly, he even hated this incompetent boss, because he could only let his subordinates die in a dilemma, and his subordinates never wanted to die!
It's not that he can't face Wu Yu's life, but can't face the "stained" himself!
"——So you lay in the hospital thinking about going all night, and you came to the conclusion that I was just Zhang Boming who made another choice temporarily?" Bu Chonghua asked suddenly, "I feel Yu Gaoao didn't allow himself to stand on the sidelines, and forced himself to rescue him out of the heroic complex?"
Wu Yu didn't expect him to be so keen, subconsciously "Oh?" Then he recovered his usual docile expression with surprise: "What did you say--"
"Do you think I can take the opportunity to make a meritorious performance?" Bu Chonghua suddenly bypassed the hospital bed and stepped forward. Wu Yu subconsciously took a half step back, and his waist reached the window sill, but then Bu Chonghua stepped forward. With a finger stuck in his shoulder, he was condescending at such a close distance: "I tell you, if I really am another principled Zhang Boming, you kicked Nian Daxing against the camera in the Public Security Bureau. I will do you when I fly to the wall!"
Wu Yu leaned back on the window sill with one hand: "You..."
"It's you! The mobile phone installed an anti-tracking program illegally, and a person chased Nian Daxing and ran to a place that was not monitored. At that time, what you were actually planning to do, would you dare to tell me?!"
"..."
"——If I really don’t care about love," Bu Chonghua leaned down lightly and sternly, and the distance between the two was not close: "The dagger on the scene last night with your fingerprints should not be locked in my office now, but It has been handed over to the Supervisory Committee of the Municipal Bureau. Can you still stand here and analyze my psychological motivation?!"
The air was terribly tight, and could only hear each other's breathing depression and ups and downs, and Wu Yu's fingers on the window sill were so hard that they turned white.
After an unknown period of time, he finally softened imperceptibly, and said hoarsely: "...Thank you, Team, I didn't mean to compare you to Team Zhang."
Bu Chonghua stared at his dark eyes, and it took a long time to finally get up like a benevolence. The pin-piercing pressure is light, but the severity is not reduced by half: "You better remember. Next time if you dare If you don’t say hello to me, I’m not so good at talking if I chase it out alone."
Probably because of the backlight, Wu Yu's pupils were extremely deep, his cheeks turned pale again, and his expression looked a little strange. He looked straight into Bu Chonghua's eyes without saying a word, as if he wanted to dig something out of his mind through that eyeball, but he couldn't figure out the direction.
Obviously it was a very stalemate, but Bu Chonghua felt his mental activity in an instant-he was thinking: "This person named Bu is not in the same world as me. How kind is he? Pure control wants to cause trouble?"
"I'm still a little more cautious. This kind of background and promising'leader' has neither experience nor self-esteem, and how much interest is involved."
"...I see." Wu Yu finally said slowly, "I will report to the organization next time."
There was an inaudible sneer in Bu Chonghua's nasal cavity. Just as the old Nokia charging on the window sill clinked, a text message came - it was Lin Kang.
Bu Chonghua stepped back symbolically, Wu Yu hesitated, then picked up the phone and clicked on it. Originally, he only planned to glance at it quickly, but suddenly paused: "What?"
The text message is a few short sentences from Lin Kang: [I found it this morning, I wanted to show it to you, but I didn't have time just now]. There is a jpg format attachment below the text message. Clicking on it is a very clear picture taken by a foreign museum. A hideous skull is placed in a showcase covered with yellow silk.
Wu Yu couldn't care about the dispute just now, and immediately handed the phone to Bu Chonghua: "Is this the skeleton head image restored by the Municipal Bureau of the 502nd case?"
Bu Chonghua looked at it, and he suddenly felt like he was indeed!
Because of the age of this skull, it has completely turned into sauce black. Although the whole body is engraved with vague, delicate patterns and symbols can still be seen. Its eye sockets, nasal cavity, and teeth are all worn to varying degrees, cut off from above the brow bone, and the skull is covered with black cloth or iron objects; the forehead and temples are connected to three curved sides Rectangular bone fragments with extremely delicate patterns carved on the bone fragments, but because of the shooting angle, only the forehead can be seen. 999 novel first published https://www.999xs.com https://m.999xs.com
The cut off the skull is like a melon cap on the top of the three bones. The edge of the "brim" is a circle of small skulls linked by carvings. The "hat" is densely engraved with countless patterns. Even if you look closely, you can only barely recognize that the two skeletons on the Tianling cover are entangled with each other, holding a magic weapon, dancing.
——This skull is similar to the murderer He Xingxing witnessed by eight or nine points, especially the structure separated from top to bottom is exactly the same!
"Did you leak the restoration picture to Lin Kang?"
Wu Yu immediately denied: "No."
Bu Chonghua glanced at him, without pursuing the details, but a vague idea passed in his mind: The speed at which Lin Kang mobilizes resources to capture information is really not comparable to that of ordinary "scientists", and the level of attention to Wu Yu seems to be. It is much higher than Wu Yu's own description.
"What is this skeleton used for?"
Bu Chonghua exhaled, "Master Shi Tuolin."
"Huh?" Wu Yu said blankly.
"See this?" Bu Chonghua pointed to the two skeletons that were dancing with each other: "'The forest is quiet and cold, because it is called the cold forest; on the side of Wangshe City, the dead are sent to them, always referring to the dead. Chitipati'-this is a narrative in the "Sounds and Meanings of the Scriptures" of the Tang Dynasty. The Lord Chitipati is almost the god who protects the cemetery, symbolizing that people have birth, aging, sickness and death, and there is no eternal truth in the world."
They were all leaning together in front of the mobile phone screen. The two were very close. Wu Yu turned his head, his lips almost touched Bu Chonghua’s side face, and the conditioned reflex leaned back: "Tang Dynasty? So what did He Xingxing see? Cultural relics?"
"If the cultural relics are genuine, they will be destroyed in the water, so it's hard to say what He Xingxing saw. But this exhibit is not an ordinary thing. As a sculpture, the Lord Shituolin will usually only appear on a religious-related item— —"
Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Yu, spit out two words:
"Hidden secret."
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"You two will sit here for a while. There is water here." The receptionist of the Folklore Research Institute led Bu Chonghua into the door, receiving two small glasses of cold water with a disposable paper cup, and explained: "Several experts are rehired after retirement. I don’t really work, I have to go and see who is still there today."
The Folklore Research Institute is attached to the university. On weekdays, there is a neglect in front of the door. Even mice do not come to chew the pile of old papers in the house. Therefore, the receptionist is obviously curious about why the city police detectives come to visit and walk back and forth. .
Bu Chonghua didn't drink any water. He was focusing and swiftly using the domestically-made machine distributed by the bureau to contact his investigators. Suddenly Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Wu Yu turning around like he could not sit still, and he could not help but raise his head and ask: " What are you doing?"
Wu Yu stood in front of the wall of bookcases in the reception room, his eyes traversing among the big books, and he didn't hear what he was saying at all.
"Wu Yu!" Bu Chonghua raised his voice.
The kid surnamed Wu finally recovered, touched his nose and said, "Many books."
I don't know if Bu Chonghua is too mindful, but he can hear a touch of complicated envy from his tone.
"Lots of books," Wu Yu repeated in a low voice after a while.
Bu Chonghua's heart moved. At this time, the receptionist blew back like a gust of wind. The sound of dongdong footsteps broke the short and strange atmosphere in the house, and his attitude was much more enthusiastic than before: "Coincidentally, today we are in the office, you two. Please?"
Chen Yuanliang is a well-known expert in culture and folklore, and he has even been on CCTV. Because he is old, he doesn't usually work, and he just hangs a title to grow flowers and grass at home. The old scholastic temper is a bit stubborn, and he usually rarely sees guests behind closed doors. It just so happened that he came to the office to inspect the pile of old papers when he was idle today. He was carrying two thread books and was preparing to go home for dinner. Unfortunately, he was blocked by the city police. In the office.
"The case of Silihe? I read the news report." Hearing that the life lawsuit was involved, the old scholastic face made a serious face, and he could not help but sit up solemnly. After taking Wu Yu's cell phone and carefully identifying it for a while, he used his wrinkled hands. Knocked on the screen, pointed at the Lord Shi Tuolin on the Tianling cover and said, "It's not all Tibetan secrets, to be precise, it's Bon religion."
"Bon?"
The office of Shimizu Yamen is a bit like the office of a teacher in a middle school in the 1990s. Old Chen sat behind his desk and helped reading glasses. His sharp eyes shot straight from behind the lenses, as if he was blaming why young people now read so little: "You now People who are like this are just like saying things, and they always go to Tibetan Buddhism-to go back to the source of learning, and a meticulous research spirit, otherwise how can it be done?"
Bu Chonghua, who had always been good at training, was being trained, and Wu Yu's ears suddenly moved.
Bu Chonghua had obviously felt the small eyes looking at him diagonally, but on the surface he was still very calm, so he didn't see it: "Old Chen is right, but I'm just thinking that Bon religion does not only exist in Tibet. , And disappeared a long time ago?"
"This is a misunderstanding of the world. In fact, as long as any religion has become popular, it will not disappear completely. It will only be gradually merged and evolved with historical changes, giving birth to new doctrines, which will leave a unique in cultural history. Traces." Old Chen sat upright, as if teaching students on the podium, and said seriously: "The original Bon religion can be traced back to the Stone Age and is inextricably linked with Shamanism. Animal sacrifices, blood sacrifices and even living sacrifices are very Universal. When Xinrao Miwo Buddha taught from Xiangxiong to Tubo, he reformed many ignorant and bloody customs in the primitive Bon religion, and thus founded the Yongzhong Bon religion, which is divided into the early'Chaben' and the later' Cubene'."
Wu Yu was surprised, and listened with Bu Chonghua.
"The early'Chabon' reached its peak in the Dhimgon Tsampo period and even threatened the royal power. In order to suppress this situation, Songtsen Gampo introduced Buddhism from the Tang Dynasty, Nepal and other places, and for this reason he also asked for a Nepalese chizun. The princess and Princess Wencheng of Datang became their wives. From then on, "Chaben" has gone from prosperity to decline. You always know Princess Wencheng?"
Seeing both young people nodding their heads, Chen Laocai was a little satisfied: "Songtsen Gampo asked to marry Princess Wencheng and introduced Buddhism to Tibet from Nepal and the Tang Dynasty. This can be regarded as the difference between the early'Chaben' and the later'Juben' Boundary. After that, Buddhism and Bon clashed with each other, the struggle was fierce, and it was difficult to distinguish the victory or defeat. It was not until the Trisong Dezan period more than 100 years later that Buddhism finally won the long religious struggle and was designated as the state religion. The religion was suppressed by the Tibetan king’s exile and was forced to go underground, and its teachings were on the verge of extinction."
"Since then, Tibetan Buddhism flourished and Bon religion declined. This situation continued for nearly a hundred years. History has repeated a cycle again-in the ninth century AD, Langdama destroyed the Buddha, a large number of monks were killed, and ancient books were burned. Buddhism has entered a century of darkness. With the support of Lang Dama, Bon religion has risen again, and many Bon scriptures have been compiled and even spread to Gannan, Yundian, India, Nepal and other places."
Yundian.
Bu Chonghua's eyebrows jumped slightly.
——On the night when the corpse of the 502 victims were found, they were in the corridor outside the emergency department of the hospital. Liao Gang posted the portrait of the murderer described by the city bureau expert to his mobile phone. Wu Yu only glanced at it and asked in astonishment: "Isn't this a great jumping god?"
"In the past, the village exorcist and jumped the great god, I have seen it before, have you guys here?"
Bu Chonghua glanced to his side, and saw Wu Yu listen carefully, his eyelashes swept out a curve.
Some speculation faintly emerged in his heart, but the idea was too vague, and then he just listened to Old Chen tapping on the phone screen:
"By the time the Bon religion rose again in the later period, it had struggled with Buddhism for hundreds of years. This time its teachings and rituals inevitably absorbed and merged with Tibetan Buddhism. The myth of the genitals and the use of human bones to make magical instruments Customs are also integrated with Tantric Buddhism-of course, the religious behavior of serf society inevitably carries a bloody and cruel stigma. Compared with the Bon religion, which was incorporated into civilized management by the state after the reform and opening up, they are basically two different things. It's not the same."
Bu Chonghua came back to his senses and asked, "What period does this helmet belong to?"
Old Chen said: "This is not easy to be sure. There are many bad habits in the serf society. The lamas believe that human bones, human brains, and male and female genitalia are powerful instruments. The male genitalia is called Dharma and the female genitalia is called the lotus. Menstrual blood is called "Blood Bodhi", and even human intestines, human skins, and human flesh are the top grades of sacrifices. Among these utensils, human skulls of eminent monks and lamas are especially precious, often decorated with silver carvings and skins. Rope and turquoise are used as incense burners or offering vessels. In thangkas, gods can often see a Gabala bowl full of things in one hand. The bowl is a human skull and the contents are human brains; then the vajra Or the yue knife is placed on the side of the bowl, which represents the image of the combination of'method' and'wisdom'."
"As for this helmet..." Old Chen shook his head with regret: "We can only guess that it is the magical weapon worn by the great lama in major ceremonies in ancient times, which is extremely rare in modern society. As for its specificity I really can’t tell you what decoration, effect, and meaning are there. Please forgive me.”
Old Chen handed the phone back, Wu Yu got up and took it with both hands.
"Can you find out the meaning of this helmet in more detail?" Bu Chonghua asked in a deep voice, "It is true that the police investigation of the 502 case has reached a bottleneck period. The skull helmet is currently the most valuable. The clue, if we can thoroughly understand its meaning, it should be of great help to our investigation work."
"This..." Old Chen hesitated for a moment and asked: "I read the news and said that the homicide in Silihe was a little girl?"
Bu Chonghua's mind is very keen: "Is there anything to say?"
Old Chen stopped talking, his expression was a little struggling. After a long time, the old scholar hesitated and said: "Accordingly, I shouldn't promote these crazy things. After all, there is a lot of online controversy, and there is no academic circle. The conclusive literature proves that there is such a thing. If people know that this is what I said, I am afraid..."
Bu Chonghua stared at him closely.
Elder Chen couldn't hide under his pressure-filled gaze, and finally let out a sigh of relief after a long while.
"In the primitive worship of the serf society, the virgin symbolizes purity and detachment from the world. Her human skin, uterus, and leg bones are all materials for making magical artifacts."
"So it's easier for girls to become...the first choice for...living sacrifices."
Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu were stunned.
There was silence in the room, cold and creepy fear gliding through the ears from the void like a snake.
