At about ten o'clock in the evening, the night market in the center of Ninghe County was still crowded with people. The smell of barbecue, jelly, chicken, and crayfish filled the streets and alleys, and the neon lights of KTV nightclubs competed for color.
The bottle cap was lifted off by a screwdriver and dropped into the trash basket under the counter with a ding sound. Bu Chonghua waved his hand to indicate that he did not need to find change and walked out of the convenience store.
"Handsome guy!" "Handsome guys are here to play!" "KTV box 10% off drinks and drinks over one thousand to five hundred!"
...
The streets are full of Yinggeyan dance and fragrant breeze, with red men and green women in pairs. Bu Chonghua put one hand in his pocket, coldly pushed away the few wine sales ladies in cheongsam, walked along the sidewalk to the crossroads, watched the street full of open-air food stalls under the plastic shed full of people, simply casual Find a home and sit down.
"Two bowls and bowls of chicken, a bowl of jelly that is less spicy, and a portion of oleoresin—" the lady proprietress cast a wink at the same time as she ordered, "You handsome guy has no girlfriend?"
Bu Chonghua was too lazy to be long-winded: "Pack the jelly with Sansi."
The proprietress immediately gave a comprehensive look: "My girlfriend is waiting at home-good!" She said she was wrapped in the aroma of grilled skewers and left like a gust of wind.
Although Ninghe is a county seat, the nightlife is not as open as Jinhai. Bu Chonghua only sat there for a while, and there were several groups of passing girls looking back at him, looking up and down at this young man sitting on the street without anyone else. He jokingly arguing with each other and left.
If Wu Yu is sitting here, there should be a little girl who came to talk to him-he does have that kind of unique temperament that seems to be loose but can be integrated with the background anytime and anywhere, and never makes people feel abrupt. .
Bu Chonghua didn't know what it was like, he swallowed abruptly, and looked at the neon lights staggered in the distance. After a long time, another bleak and heavy feeling came to his mind:
No matter how many people are willing to take the initiative, no one can successfully strike up a conversation with him.
For Wu Yu, these young girls are lively and beautiful, neither cutting people, drugging the society, nor selling laughter, and even the girls who have never appeared in a dark casino on the border. They all grew up. Flowers in another world called "Real Society". The soft touch makes him intimidated, and the fresh fragrance makes him resist. As long as he talks a little deeper according to the "real society" thinking mode, he may not be able to stretch the skin that was tempered by the blood of swords and guns. Can't wait to stand up and say goodbye, retract into his dark and cold, but accustomed shell. ωωω.999xs.co\m\
I even watched A-films in shell, and only watched A-films that have remained unchanged for several years and can no longer stimulate the slightest physiological stimulation.
Terrible psychological inertia like a pool of stagnant water.
——He shouldn't be like this, Bu Chonghua thought. He should be a hero who has returned with honour, is highly regarded, surrounded by flowers and applause, and is admired by many people. He is still very young and provocative, so he should be promoted quickly, maybe in a few years, he will be able to rise to the same level or higher position, won the favor of many people in the system, and successfully married someone with a background. A wife with a background, perhaps a very beautiful wife, leads a stable and happy life.
If those who have exhausted their youth and blood and struggled to crawl back from hell can only "live" like this in the end, then what are their sacrifices for those who died to protect them?
Bu Chonghua closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows, with a tingling pain, forcibly suppressing the irritability in his heart that he didn't know where it started. Suddenly at another open-air food stall a few meters away, a bowl of plastic dishes fell to the ground, followed by the harsh rubbing of the table and chairs moving: "Little | Face..." "What are you doing!" "Ah! Ah-"
"Call! Call you paralyzed!" The sturdy guys obviously drank too much, and grabbed two beer girls to stop them: "￥#% stuff, just take the money and give it to me!"
"We didn't take your money! Help!"
"Hold down! Hold down!"
"Let go of me, help!"
A man in a hurdling vest with a big gold chain and jade pendant seized the little beer girl’s pockets and threw it out. He was caught by his other brother with ragged jeans and clinking all over his body. Drink! Drink or drink! Drink or drink!!"
"Help! Robbery! Robbery!"
Some people stood up hesitantly at the nearby tables, but then they crashed! There was a loud noise, and the golden chain man smashed several beer bottles in full view!
Bu Zhong shouted: "Stop!"
The golden chain man glared drunkly, and vaguely saw that he was a boy with no hair, copying the sharp bottom of the wine bottle and shouting: "Who the fuck is nosy? Ah?! Who the fuck is nosy?! "Then he slammed the plastic stool toward the neighboring table!
"Ah!!!" Suddenly the whole table flipped over the floor, including the soup with bowls and chopsticks, and several male and female students at the neighboring table jumped up and screamed back. Bu Chonghua pressed the iron railings between the food stalls with one hand, rolled over in the air and landed on the side. He stepped forward and grabbed the golden chain man's arm: "Don't move, police!"
A few drunks were taken aback, and then hippie smiled: "Police are you paralyzed?" "Fool, idiot, right?"
"The police are all my brothers, I'm ￥#@#@￥% you idiot..." The drunk dragged the collar of this idiot with "no hairs growing" and pushed back, his eyebrows twitched with heavy stepping—— In the next second, the golden chain man only felt that his feet were light, and his whole body soared. He was thrown over the shoulder by Bu Chonghua, and he fell into the collapsed table with an onion on his head!
Wow!
The golden chain man was instantly overwhelmed by the table, bowls, chopsticks, beer box, and there was a moment of silence around him. Then a few gangsters shouted at the same time: "What are you doing?!" "Damn it!"
Bu Chonghua didn't bring his police card. In fact, he just reported his home out of courtesy and professional habits. In fact, he made a call early and was ready to do it. He pulled the scared beer girl and launched it. The crowd immediately picked up an unopened wine bottle, "Bang Dang!" smashed it to the back of the chair, and the frothy beer splashed all over the floor.
Bu Chonghua glanced around at the corner of his eyes: "The police are on duty, they all get out of the way!"
The crowd screamed and backed away, looking around, several people were shaking and beating 110, but the gangsters didn't know if they were really drunk or confident, so they rushed up while copying them. Bu Chonghua leaned his head and flashed across the flying plastic chair, kicking yellow-haired, who was the first to pounce, and he saw someone hack it with a machete, and the wine bottle swept across, "Wow!" The sharp bottom of the bottle. Smash on the opponent's elbow!
The glass splattered with flesh and blood, the machete fell to the ground, and the gangster screamed and rolled on the ground with his arms in his arms. After being pulled by Bu Chonghua, the collar picked it up, slammed out mercilessly, and suddenly knocked over. There was a table full of barbecues that were just on the side, and iron sticks clinked all over the floor.
"Fuck your uncle, isn't it awesome?!" The golden chain man finally got up from the beer box with blood all over his head: "I must kill you today!"
Bu Chonghua turned his head, carrying a half blood-stained broken wine bottle, messy hair and cold eyes, slowly flashing a violent that no longer needs to be pressed.
"Come on," he sneered softly, "see who fucks the uncle?"
The golden chain man leaned forward and grabbed the machete on the ground. Bu Chonghua raised his hand, and the blood-stained broken wine bottle whirled in mid-air. With a loud clang, the golden chain man's head was knocked crooked and his mouth and nose poured blood. Go down. yellow-haired, who was kicked out before, clutched his chest and screamed. He slammed into Bu Chonghua's back like a madness, and the bench fell apart. Bu Chonghua didn’t blink. He turned around and grabbed the collar of the yellow hair. Take a few steps and come to the telephone pole, bang!哐!哐! He slammed his head against the concrete pillar without hesitation!
"Ah!"
yellow-haired's head was bleeding and screamed, but he couldn't get rid of his iron-like hands at all, so he could only slobber and yell at his comrades. The few underage bastards on the side were all frightened. Two or three hesitated and wanted to go back, but they heard yellow-haired frantically screaming their names: "@##￥@'s to see who dares to run! Be careful afterwards Wait and see! Malgobi’s #￥*(&——"
The little gangster was startled and excited, and fry the pot and shouted: "No, can't run! Go and save the big brother!" "Go and call someone, hurry!" "Quick!"
Bu Chonghua's pupils tightened, and the secret and suppressed anger in his heart found a breach in an instant, pulling Huang Mao's back head, bending his knees and pressing his chest fiercely. The hundreds of kilograms were heavy and ruthless, no different from the sternum of a speeding vehicle. The yellow hair squirted wildly, almost spraying the lungs from the throat on the spot!
"Kill that kid! Go!" The ripped jeans hugged his head and roared, "You guys! It's okay to kill anyone!"
The gangsters rushed up in desperate screams. In an instant, Bu Chonghua bowed his head and avoided the sweeping wind. The steel pipe "Bang!" hit the telephone pole with a loud bend. If this blow hit a person's head, it would definitely be a sudden death on the spot, but the gangster got red eyes, holding the curved steel pipe and smashed it. Bu Chonghua's empty glove grabbed the steel pipe with a knife and broke his wrist bone!
"Ah--" The little bastard howled and fell to his knees, and in an instant the two rushed up again. Bu Chonghua picked up the yellow hair in one hand, and when he threw it out like a sandbag, he smashed one over, and when a muffled steel pipe knocked the other to his knees, suddenly the police sirens slammed on the street corner and the police came!
A glance from the corner of Bu Chonghua's eyes, in that hundredth of a second, a gangster picked up the machete that had been underground, and ran over with a roar!
Bu Chonghua felt the strong wind behind his head, so many years of personal experience let him know that he could not escape, an evil fire burst into his heart, he raised his elbow and went to hard-press the opponent's arm——
The moment the blade fell, the gangster's arm numb and his hand loosened.
Cang!
The machete fell to the ground, bounced, and was caught by one foot. The handle of the rotating missile was held in his hand by Wu Yu with a snap, and the back of the knife was severely chopped between his neck!
The little bastard's eyes went dark, before he even hummed, he threw himself and fell to the ground.
Bu Chonghua gasped slightly, lowered his arms, and looked at him.
The blinking warning lights in the distance galloped closer, reflecting from behind Wu Yu, outlining his outline. At that moment, the surrounding police sirens, roars, chaotic shoving footsteps and hysterical screams all receded like a tide, turning into silence and nothingness; Bu Chonghua heard his heart beat once, turning from heavy to light , From sharp to slow, was smoothed by a strange and invisible force, all the indescribable irritability and anxiety disappeared without a trace.
"Your way of walking is too intense, Captain?"
An imperceptible smile appeared in Bu Chonghua's eyes: "How long is your grandson watching the theater?"
With a clang, Wu Yu threw the machete on the ground, teasing: "I thought I could appreciate your heroic posture in singles against the audience."
"Don't move! Don't move!" "Raise your hand!"
The policeman from the police station ran down from the police car and walked in while evacuating the crowd. He pulled the groaning golden-chain man from the mess on the floor and looked intently. He was shocked. He asked a few words quickly and asked the auxiliary police to pull the car up. Up.
"The kid who moved the hand first is him!" He was in ripped jeans, covering his head and yelling: "Mom, you guys|Forcing K, and pretending to be a sliver, I have to look back @#￥*&... …"
The police trained a few words and pointed the baton at Bu Chonghua: "You! Come here!"
"you……"
"Don't fucking bullshit, which place is it? Who teaches it? Come over to me!"
The policeman came up and was about to pull. Before his hand touched Bu Chonghua, Wu Yu stopped him: "Wait, wait." As he said, he fetched something from his pocket, opened it up, and said seriously:
"Captain, I brought the certificate that you left at the hotel."
Bu Chonghua: "..."
Inside the ID wallet is a high-definition profile picture with three large letters Bu Chonghua. On the top is the golden emblem of the People’s Republic of China, and below is the Ruiqi Qiantiao of the Nancheng District Branch of the Jinhai Public Security Bureau. The policeman was stunned when he saw it, and he couldn't help but bring out a surprise: "Oh, is this... really a brother in the same company? This thing..."
Bu Chonghua interrupted impatiently: "Who is your brother?"
Wu Yu is a conscientious pony boy. He immediately took out his credentials from his wallet and turned over on the back: name Bu Chonghua, gender male, director of the post-criminal investigation detachment, and third-level police inspector.
Bu Chonghua threw the certificate away, and the police caught it in a hurry. He only listened to him coldly: "Take a photo and send it to your county public security bureau whose surname is Wang, and ask him to personally escort the suspects to the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau. With less than 48 hours, let him be ready to work in this position for a lifetime until retirement.
"You, you, me, this—"
Bu Chonghua patted Wu Yu on the shoulder and said, "Go, eat supper."
Even the people at the food stall next door were running erratically. The proprietress hid behind the plastic shed tremblingly, and looked towards this side with her head. On the plastic table were the Bobo chicken, packaged jelly and vegetarian three silks that had just been placed on the plastic table. Wu Yu picked up a pair of clean chopsticks and said, "Why is it so spicy? The leader orders two more beers."
"What kind of wine should I drink so late, and I will handle the case tomorrow, don't drink it."
Wu Yu's chopstick pointed: "Then what are you drinking, health tea?"
Bu Chonghua turned the dark green glass bottle in front of him, revealing the huge seven-up logo: "Drink? Divide you half?"
Wu Yu: "..."
Wu Yu laughed. He really took a paper cup and poured it halfway. He didn't dislike the lack of steam, so he took a disposable lunch box and ate vegetarian three silks, and ordered a few bunches of kelp vegetarian chick tofu. Bu Chonghua sat opposite him with chopsticks and jelly, raised his eyes and looked at him, and saw that this kid surnamed Wu was still wearing his loose and unfit old sweatshirt. When he lowered his head to eat, his neck bends in an arc. Under the dim light of the kitchen at the food stall, even the fine hairs of the ears are clearly visible; one leg is bent under the knee and the other thigh, which is a particularly relaxed sitting posture, like a teenager with a still-hearted mind, his toes are still pulling the hotel Slippers flickered in the night breeze with the frequency of eating.
He actually looked very comfortable, but Bu Chonghua suddenly had such an idea for no reason.
He hides among the hordes of living beings, hidden in the dim lights, the ovens of the night market, the crowded traffic, and the crowds. He does not need to talk to Lin Kang's gangs of people or betrayed, and he does not need to be monitored and protected from spying eyes; he does not need to be depressed Make a unique background board by yourself, and don't have to be the exposed focus of your eyes under the spotlight, and your head is low and at a loss.
The crowd in the distance had dispersed, and the gangsters were escorted into the car. The police did not know which car they were hiding in, eager to call the leader. While Wu Yu picked peanuts from the plate to eat, he looked back frequently, which seemed very interesting.
"...Wu Yu?"
"Well?"
Bu Chonghua looked at him with an impulse in his heart, and wanted to ask if you would feel satisfied with your current life by chance, even if it was only a trace? But he opened his mouth and heard his own voice, but he asked:
"Have you... ever thought about fighting for a promotion, or considering future promotion?"
"Be the leader?" Wu Yu glanced at him in surprise.
Bu Chonghua stared at him and nodded.
"Forget it, I'm not the one, and when a leader is to deal with many people." Wu Yu paused, then glanced at Bu Chonghua, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "I just deal with you as a leader. Annoying enough."
Bu Chonghua looked at him for a long time, silently.
This is also good.
He can temporarily shrink into the protective shell, pop his head out to change his breath, and take a look at the strange strange world outside; he will not always feel lonely and disconnected, as long as someone is patient enough to stay with him at any time The hole that might pop up.
"Why are you laughing?"
Bu Chonghua said lightly: "I didn't laugh."
Wu Yu was a little suspicious: "You are mocking, right?"
"You are wrong."
"..."
Wu Yu raised his eyebrows to look at him, and it took a long time to point at him with his chopsticks, nodded and decided: "I won't show you that film."
Bu Chonghua scolded: "I didn't want to watch it!"
...
The night market gradually returned to liveliness, the overturned tables and chairs were lifted up, and a new stove of lamb skewers was simmering on the grill, and the white mist rose up, covering the bustling night scene and changing traffic lights in the distance.
Bu Chonghua's cell phone rang suddenly, it was Liao Gang.
"Hey, step team? Li Hongxi and his wife Zuo Qiu just rushed back from Hong Kong, and now we are being questioned in the bureau, providing a breakthrough clue!
Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu looked at each other.
"She recognized'Teacher Ba', which is the sketched portrait of the friend of the suspect Gao Baokang." Liao Gang's voice came from the other end of the phone, suppressing excitement forcibly: "She said, she has seen this person."
At about ten o'clock in the evening, the night market in the center of Ninghe County was still crowded with people. The smell of barbecue, jelly, chicken, and crayfish filled the streets and alleys, and the neon lights of KTV nightclubs competed for color.
The bottle cap was lifted off by a screwdriver and dropped into the trash basket under the counter with a ding sound. Bu Chonghua waved his hand to indicate that he did not need to find change and walked out of the convenience store.
"Handsome guy!" "Handsome guys are here to play!" "KTV box 10% off drinks and drinks over one thousand to five hundred!"
...
The streets are full of Yinggeyan dance and fragrant breeze, with red men and green women in pairs. Bu Chonghua put one hand in his pocket, coldly pushed away the few wine sales ladies in cheongsam, walked along the sidewalk to the crossroads, watched the street full of open-air food stalls under the plastic shed full of people, simply casual Find a home and sit down.
"Two bowls and bowls of chicken, a bowl of jelly that is less spicy, and a portion of oleoresin—" the lady proprietress cast a wink at the same time as she ordered, "You handsome guy has no girlfriend?"
Bu Chonghua was too lazy to be long-winded: "Pack the jelly with Sansi."
The proprietress immediately gave a comprehensive look: "My girlfriend is waiting at home-good!" She said she was wrapped in the aroma of grilled skewers and left like a gust of wind.
Although Ninghe is a county seat, the nightlife is not as open as Jinhai. Bu Chonghua only sat there for a while, and there were several groups of passing girls looking back at him, looking up and down at this young man sitting on the street without anyone else. He jokingly arguing with each other and left.
If Wu Yu is sitting here, there should be a little girl who came to talk to him-he does have that kind of unique temperament that seems to be loose but can be integrated with the background anytime and anywhere, and never makes people feel abrupt. .
Bu Chonghua didn't know what it was like, he swallowed abruptly, and looked at the neon lights staggered in the distance. After a long time, another bleak and heavy feeling came to his mind:
No matter how many people are willing to take the initiative, no one can successfully strike up a conversation with him.
For Wu Yu, these young girls are lively and beautiful, neither cutting people, drugging the society, nor selling laughter, and even the girls who have never appeared in a dark casino on the border. They all grew up. Flowers in another world called "Real Society". The soft touch makes him intimidated, and the fresh fragrance makes him resist. As long as he talks a little deeper according to the "real society" thinking mode, he may not be able to stretch the skin that was tempered by the blood of swords and guns. Can't wait to stand up and say goodbye, retract into his dark and cold, but accustomed shell. ωωω.999xs.co\m\
I even watched A-films in shell, and only watched A-films that have remained unchanged for several years and can no longer stimulate the slightest physiological stimulation.
Terrible psychological inertia like a pool of stagnant water.
——He shouldn't be like this, Bu Chonghua thought. He should be a hero who has returned with honour, is highly regarded, surrounded by flowers and applause, and is admired by many people. He is still very young and provocative, so he should be promoted quickly, maybe in a few years, he will be able to rise to the same level or higher position, won the favor of many people in the system, and successfully married someone with a background. A wife with a background, perhaps a very beautiful wife, leads a stable and happy life.
If those who have exhausted their youth and blood and struggled to crawl back from hell can only "live" like this in the end, then what are their sacrifices for those who died to protect them?
Bu Chonghua closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows, with a tingling pain, forcibly suppressing the irritability in his heart that he didn't know where it started. Suddenly at another open-air food stall a few meters away, a bowl of plastic dishes fell to the ground, followed by the harsh rubbing of the table and chairs moving: "Little | Face..." "What are you doing!" "Ah! Ah-"
"Call! Call you paralyzed!" The sturdy guys obviously drank too much, and grabbed two beer girls to stop them: "￥#% stuff, just take the money and give it to me!"
"We didn't take your money! Help!"
"Hold down! Hold down!"
"Let go of me, help!"
A man in a hurdling vest with a big gold chain and jade pendant seized the little beer girl’s pockets and threw it out. He was caught by his other brother with ragged jeans and clinking all over his body. Drink! Drink or drink! Drink or drink!!"
"Help! Robbery! Robbery!"
Some people stood up hesitantly at the nearby tables, but then they crashed! There was a loud noise, and the golden chain man smashed several beer bottles in full view!
Bu Zhong shouted: "Stop!"
The golden chain man glared drunkly, and vaguely saw that he was a boy with no hair, copying the sharp bottom of the wine bottle and shouting: "Who the fuck is nosy? Ah?! Who the fuck is nosy?! "Then he slammed the plastic stool toward the neighboring table!
"Ah!!!" Suddenly the whole table flipped over the floor, including the soup with bowls and chopsticks, and several male and female students at the neighboring table jumped up and screamed back. Bu Chonghua pressed the iron railings between the food stalls with one hand, rolled over in the air and landed on the side. He stepped forward and grabbed the golden chain man's arm: "Don't move, police!"
A few drunks were taken aback, and then hippie smiled: "Police are you paralyzed?" "Fool, idiot, right?"
"The police are all my brothers, I'm ￥#@#@￥% you idiot..." The drunk dragged the collar of this idiot with "no hairs growing" and pushed back, his eyebrows twitched with heavy stepping—— In the next second, the golden chain man only felt that his feet were light, and his whole body soared. He was thrown over the shoulder by Bu Chonghua, and he fell into the collapsed table with an onion on his head!
Wow!
The golden chain man was instantly overwhelmed by the table, bowls, chopsticks, beer box, and there was a moment of silence around him. Then a few gangsters shouted at the same time: "What are you doing?!" "Damn it!"
Bu Chonghua didn't bring his police card. In fact, he just reported his home out of courtesy and professional habits. In fact, he made a call early and was ready to do it. He pulled the scared beer girl and launched it. The crowd immediately picked up an unopened wine bottle, "Bang Dang!" smashed it to the back of the chair, and the frothy beer splashed all over the floor.
Bu Chonghua glanced around at the corner of his eyes: "The police are on duty, they all get out of the way!"
The crowd screamed and backed away, looking around, several people were shaking and beating 110, but the gangsters didn't know if they were really drunk or confident, so they rushed up while copying them. Bu Chonghua leaned his head and flashed across the flying plastic chair, kicking yellow-haired, who was the first to pounce, and he saw someone hack it with a machete, and the wine bottle swept across, "Wow!" The sharp bottom of the bottle. Smash on the opponent's elbow!
The glass splattered with flesh and blood, the machete fell to the ground, and the gangster screamed and rolled on the ground with his arms in his arms. After being pulled by Bu Chonghua, the collar picked it up, slammed out mercilessly, and suddenly knocked over. There was a table full of barbecues that were just on the side, and iron sticks clinked all over the floor.
"Fuck your uncle, isn't it awesome?!" The golden chain man finally got up from the beer box with blood all over his head: "I must kill you today!"
Bu Chonghua turned his head, carrying a half blood-stained broken wine bottle, messy hair and cold eyes, slowly flashing a violent that no longer needs to be pressed.
"Come on," he sneered softly, "see who fucks the uncle?"
The golden chain man leaned forward and grabbed the machete on the ground. Bu Chonghua raised his hand, and the blood-stained broken wine bottle whirled in mid-air. With a loud clang, the golden chain man's head was knocked crooked and his mouth and nose poured blood. Go down. yellow-haired, who was kicked out before, clutched his chest and screamed. He slammed into Bu Chonghua's back like a madness, and the bench fell apart. Bu Chonghua didn’t blink. He turned around and grabbed the collar of the yellow hair. Take a few steps and come to the telephone pole, bang!哐!哐! He slammed his head against the concrete pillar without hesitation!
"Ah!"
yellow-haired's head was bleeding and screamed, but he couldn't get rid of his iron-like hands at all, so he could only slobber and yell at his comrades. The few underage bastards on the side were all frightened. Two or three hesitated and wanted to go back, but they heard yellow-haired frantically screaming their names: "@##￥@'s to see who dares to run! Be careful afterwards Wait and see! Malgobi’s #￥*(&——"
The little gangster was startled and excited, and fry the pot and shouted: "No, can't run! Go and save the big brother!" "Go and call someone, hurry!" "Quick!"
Bu Chonghua's pupils tightened, and the secret and suppressed anger in his heart found a breach in an instant, pulling Huang Mao's back head, bending his knees and pressing his chest fiercely. The hundreds of kilograms were heavy and ruthless, no different from the sternum of a speeding vehicle. The yellow hair squirted wildly, almost spraying the lungs from the throat on the spot!
"Kill that kid! Go!" The ripped jeans hugged his head and roared, "You guys! It's okay to kill anyone!"
The gangsters rushed up in desperate screams. In an instant, Bu Chonghua bowed his head and avoided the sweeping wind. The steel pipe "Bang!" hit the telephone pole with a loud bend. If this blow hit a person's head, it would definitely be a sudden death on the spot, but the gangster got red eyes, holding the curved steel pipe and smashed it. Bu Chonghua's empty glove grabbed the steel pipe with a knife and broke his wrist bone!
"Ah--" The little bastard howled and fell to his knees, and in an instant the two rushed up again. Bu Chonghua picked up the yellow hair in one hand, and when he threw it out like a sandbag, he smashed one over, and when a muffled steel pipe knocked the other to his knees, suddenly the police sirens slammed on the street corner and the police came!
A glance from the corner of Bu Chonghua's eyes, in that hundredth of a second, a gangster picked up the machete that had been underground, and ran over with a roar!
Bu Chonghua felt the strong wind behind his head, so many years of personal experience let him know that he could not escape, an evil fire burst into his heart, he raised his elbow and went to hard-press the opponent's arm——
The moment the blade fell, the gangster's arm numb and his hand loosened.
Cang!
The machete fell to the ground, bounced, and was caught by one foot. The handle of the rotating missile was held in his hand by Wu Yu with a snap, and the back of the knife was severely chopped between his neck!
The little bastard's eyes went dark, before he even hummed, he threw himself and fell to the ground.
Bu Chonghua gasped slightly, lowered his arms, and looked at him.
The blinking warning lights in the distance galloped closer, reflecting from behind Wu Yu, outlining his outline. At that moment, the surrounding police sirens, roars, chaotic shoving footsteps and hysterical screams all receded like a tide, turning into silence and nothingness; Bu Chonghua heard his heart beat once, turning from heavy to light , From sharp to slow, was smoothed by a strange and invisible force, all the indescribable irritability and anxiety disappeared without a trace.
"Your way of walking is too intense, Captain?"
An imperceptible smile appeared in Bu Chonghua's eyes: "How long is your grandson watching the theater?"
With a clang, Wu Yu threw the machete on the ground, teasing: "I thought I could appreciate your heroic posture in singles against the audience."
"Don't move! Don't move!" "Raise your hand!"
The policeman from the police station ran down from the police car and walked in while evacuating the crowd. He pulled the groaning golden-chain man from the mess on the floor and looked intently. He was shocked. He asked a few words quickly and asked the auxiliary police to pull the car up. Up.
"The kid who moved the hand first is him!" He was in ripped jeans, covering his head and yelling: "Mom, you guys|Forcing K, and pretending to be a sliver, I have to look back @#￥*&... …"
The police trained a few words and pointed the baton at Bu Chonghua: "You! Come here!"
"you……"
"Don't fucking bullshit, which place is it? Who teaches it? Come over to me!"
The policeman came up and was about to pull. Before his hand touched Bu Chonghua, Wu Yu stopped him: "Wait, wait." As he said, he fetched something from his pocket, opened it up, and said seriously:
"Captain, I brought the certificate that you left at the hotel."
Bu Chonghua: "..."
Inside the ID wallet is a high-definition profile picture with three large letters Bu Chonghua. On the top is the golden emblem of the People’s Republic of China, and below is the Ruiqi Qiantiao of the Nancheng District Branch of the Jinhai Public Security Bureau. The policeman was stunned when he saw it, and he couldn't help but bring out a surprise: "Oh, is this... really a brother in the same company? This thing..."
Bu Chonghua interrupted impatiently: "Who is your brother?"
Wu Yu is a conscientious pony boy. He immediately took out his credentials from his wallet and turned over on the back: name Bu Chonghua, gender male, director of the post-criminal investigation detachment, and third-level police inspector.
Bu Chonghua threw the certificate away, and the police caught it in a hurry. He only listened to him coldly: "Take a photo and send it to your county public security bureau whose surname is Wang, and ask him to personally escort the suspects to the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau. With less than 48 hours, let him be ready to work in this position for a lifetime until retirement.
"You, you, me, this—"
Bu Chonghua patted Wu Yu on the shoulder and said, "Go, eat supper."
Even the people at the food stall next door were running erratically. The proprietress hid behind the plastic shed tremblingly, and looked towards this side with her head. On the plastic table were the Bobo chicken, packaged jelly and vegetarian three silks that had just been placed on the plastic table. Wu Yu picked up a pair of clean chopsticks and said, "Why is it so spicy? The leader orders two more beers."
"What kind of wine should I drink so late, and I will handle the case tomorrow, don't drink it."
Wu Yu's chopstick pointed: "Then what are you drinking, health tea?"
Bu Chonghua turned the dark green glass bottle in front of him, revealing the huge seven-up logo: "Drink? Divide you half?"
Wu Yu: "..."
Wu Yu laughed. He really took a paper cup and poured it halfway. He didn't dislike the lack of steam, so he took a disposable lunch box and ate vegetarian three silks, and ordered a few bunches of kelp vegetarian chick tofu. Bu Chonghua sat opposite him with chopsticks and jelly, raised his eyes and looked at him, and saw that this kid surnamed Wu was still wearing his loose and unfit old sweatshirt. When he lowered his head to eat, his neck bends in an arc. Under the dim light of the kitchen at the food stall, even the fine hairs of the ears are clearly visible; one leg is bent under the knee and the other thigh, which is a particularly relaxed sitting posture, like a teenager with a still-hearted mind, his toes are still pulling the hotel Slippers flickered in the night breeze with the frequency of eating.
He actually looked very comfortable, but Bu Chonghua suddenly had such an idea for no reason.
He hides among the hordes of living beings, hidden in the dim lights, the ovens of the night market, the crowded traffic, and the crowds. He does not need to talk to Lin Kang's gangs of people or betrayed, and he does not need to be monitored and protected from spying eyes; he does not need to be depressed Make a unique background board by yourself, and don't have to be the exposed focus of your eyes under the spotlight, and your head is low and at a loss.
The crowd in the distance had dispersed, and the gangsters were escorted into the car. The police did not know which car they were hiding in, eager to call the leader. While Wu Yu picked peanuts from the plate to eat, he looked back frequently, which seemed very interesting.
"...Wu Yu?"
"Well?"
Bu Chonghua looked at him with an impulse in his heart, and wanted to ask if you would feel satisfied with your current life by chance, even if it was only a trace? But he opened his mouth and heard his own voice, but he asked:
"Have you... ever thought about fighting for a promotion, or considering future promotion?"
"Be the leader?" Wu Yu glanced at him in surprise.
Bu Chonghua stared at him and nodded.
"Forget it, I'm not the one, and when a leader is to deal with many people." Wu Yu paused, then glanced at Bu Chonghua, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "I just deal with you as a leader. Annoying enough."
Bu Chonghua looked at him for a long time, silently.
This is also good.
He can temporarily shrink into the protective shell, pop his head out to change his breath, and take a look at the strange strange world outside; he will not always feel lonely and disconnected, as long as someone is patient enough to stay with him at any time The hole that might pop up.
"Why are you laughing?"
Bu Chonghua said lightly: "I didn't laugh."
Wu Yu was a little suspicious: "You are mocking, right?"
"You are wrong."
"..."
Wu Yu raised his eyebrows to look at him, and it took a long time to point at him with his chopsticks, nodded and decided: "I won't show you that film."
Bu Chonghua scolded: "I didn't want to watch it!"
...
The night market gradually returned to liveliness, the overturned tables and chairs were lifted up, and a new stove of lamb skewers was simmering on the grill, and the white mist rose up, covering the bustling night scene and changing traffic lights in the distance.
Bu Chonghua's cell phone rang suddenly, it was Liao Gang.
"Hey, step team? Li Hongxi and his wife Zuo Qiu just rushed back from Hong Kong, and now we are being questioned in the bureau, providing a breakthrough clue!
Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu looked at each other.
"She recognized'Teacher Ba', which is the sketched portrait of the friend of the suspect Gao Baokang." Liao Gang's voice came from the other end of the phone, suppressing excitement forcibly: "She said, she has seen this person."
