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Swallowing the Seas - Chapter 35

Published at 28th of April 2023 05:47:44 AM


Chapter 35

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    "Heartbeat 120 beats per minute, blood pressure one hundred and sixty-five..."

    "The police situation is okay, Little Liu takes him to make a film!"

    "Get out! Get out! Don't block people in the emergency passage!"

    ...

    The county hospital was brightly lit from the emergency department to the front yard, like a market in the middle of the night. Several leaders of the Nancheng Public Security Bureau arrived. As a representative of the business department, Liao Gang climbed out of the car and grabbed the riot brigade of the County Public Security Bureau and shouted for a long time in the yard. His subordinates, wrapped in the night wind, screamed and got in the door.

    "What about Little Wu? Who saw our Little Wu?" Liao Gang casually grabbed a little nurse and gestured: "The policeman in our team is so tall and looks quite young. Three sticks can't make a dull fart..."

    The little nurse turned her head and pointed.

    Wu Yu sat on the bench against the wall, lowered his head and kept silent, his thighs were spread apart, his left and right elbows were placed on his knees, and his left hand, which fell toward the ground, was wrapped in medical gauze circles from his forearm. . The doctor was standing beside him trying to persuade something, but he didn't respond, and occasionally shook his head, meaning rejection.

    "Little Wu!" Liao Gang pushed aside the crowds, and squeezed from the corridor outside the emergency room: "What's the matter? Where are you injured?"

    "Are you his leader?" The doctor's eyes lit up and immediately grabbed Liao Gang: "You hurried to persuade him, he walked out of the fire, and did not rush to take a film for examination. The young man did not Knowing to cherish yourself, hey irritating..."

    Wu Yu raised his head and stared at Liao Gang with bloodshot eyes. The latter's heart jumped suddenly.

    ——Obviously he is still the plain face, the hair that is never taken care of, and the sloppy dress, but his whole body seems to be holding the opposite aura from the usual, sharp, cold and condensed, from every pore on his body. Revealed in.

    Liao Gang subconsciously lowered his voice: "Little Wu, you..."

    "Where is the team?"

    "Step team," Liao Gang was taken aback, "I have already finished the inspection and pushed it from the back door to the observation room. The internal organs were not seriously injured, and the ribs were cracked two or three. If there is nothing wrong with the observation for one night, I will return to Jinhai tomorrow. We have someone—what are you watching at this door?"

    Wu Yu retracted his gaze, "Ah".

    "Have you heard, your captain is okay! Don't hurry up for a checkup!" The doctor scolded angrily, "Don't be stunned by this leader, just say something!"

    Liao Gang woke up and saw Wu Yu just "hit", stood up on his knees with one hand, and waved his hand like a slap: "A peaceful and prosperous age, don't be so squeamish, forget it."

    It wasn't until this time that the oppressive things on his body suddenly disappeared, as if he had turned back to the silent, meek, and non-existent young man while bowing his head.

    This extremely concealed change may not be noticed by others, or it may be forgotten after two or three seconds. But somehow Liao Gang suddenly felt a strange feeling. He remembered what Bu Chonghua had privately ordered not long ago. It was not long after Nian Daxing was arrested.

    "Remind the newly arrived graduate students to show respect to the surnamed Wu, and don't be okay."

    "...Ah-ah?! What happened?"

    Bu Chonghua didn't answer, but pointed to her hand impatiently, "I don't know how much older people have been since they were police officers. Look at the injuries on the arms and legs."

    Wu Yu passed the doctor and walked out the door. In an instant, Liao Gang glanced at him. On his only exposed arms, the bruises had swollen into bruises with black spots. He was bleeding, and along the dusty elbow, it leaned into the edge of the gauze covered with thick scalding medicine, and solidified into a shocking brown.

    "...Little Wu!"

    Wu Yu turned his head.

    Liao Gang pondered for a moment, and patted him on the shoulder: "You also go for a checkup. Do whatever the doctor asks you to do, turn around..."

    Wu Yu just started to give up, and Liao Gang said, "The team can't be alone tonight. You should also go and make a film. You will be living in the same ward with him after the filming, so you can take a look. Huh? Listen to Brother Liao."

    Wu Yu hesitated for a while, opened his mouth, not knowing whether he wanted to refuse and couldn't find a reason or something else, finally nodded.

    ·

    It was 3:30 in the morning, the deepest time before dawn. The lights in the ward were turned off, and the gap under the door revealed the pale light in the corridor, and occasionally shadows from footsteps passed by. It was the nurse pushing the drug delivery cart clattering away, and the rattling echo became less and less. Clear, gradually disappeared at the end of the hospital building.

    Wu Yu was lying flat on the hospital bed with his eyes open, and the misty light outside the window was faintly reflected in the depths of his pupils, turning his head to look at the next bed.

    Most of the infusion bag on the iron frame was left, and the liquid medicine was falling dripping down the hose. There was a long and steady breathing in the dimness, and the person's chest also buckled together regularly, and he should have been asleep.

    That is Bu Chonghua.

    Wu Yu gently got up and got out of the bed without wearing shoes. He stepped barefoot on the ground and made no sound. He walked to the hospital bed and looked at the familiar face.

    Bu Chonghua's contour is really deep, especially the cheek to the jawbone, which can show the light and dark areas in such a dark night. Probably because he was still young, he lacked the traces left by years on his face. As soon as his eyebrows relaxed when he fell asleep, the cold accumulating prestige disappeared, and there was a bit of clearness and aura of expression.

    The child who collapsed in a pool of blood, howling and crying, those tears of horror covered with dust and dirt, have been hidden under the face of the indifferent elite, wrapped in the strict self-discipline of twenty years of perversion, and solidified into sharp The cold, cold thorns.

    Wu Yu looked at him, as if trying to find a shadow in his memory from the sideburns of his brows and eyes, but quickly gave up.

    "...You are not easy to be an elite," he whispered in a low voice.

    After a while, he made a concluding statement to himself again, and said softly: "I agree that the surname Bu and Zhang Boming are two people."

    He seemed to feel very interesting. He shook his head and smiled silently. He tucked Bu Chonghua's quilt up, turned and walked back to his hospital bed, pouring out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the bedside table with two fingers in front of his nose. Rub the taste.

    Just then a cold voice came from behind: "Even this is not the reason you can smoke in the ward."

    Wu Yu: "..."

    Every word of Bu Chonghua seemed to make the indoor air drop for a while: "I'm like this. Are you still smoking in front of my hospital bed?"

    "..." Wu Yu turned around calmly: "Captain how do you feel, when did you wake up?"

    "It's not easy to get a surname."

    "What surname is Bu, Captain, are you dreaming?"

    "Yes, I also dreamed that someone said that he now believes that I and Zhang Boming are two different people." Bu Chonghua gritted his teeth and supported his body with his elbows, gasping: "It seems that I am indeed dreaming."

    Wu Yu touched his nose. The Oscar statuette level acting skills still didn't catch up. He quickly stepped forward to help Bu Chonghua and put two pillows on his waist. As a result, the cracked back ribs were pressed uncontrollably, and both of them hissed on the spot, Bu Chonghua's conditioned reflex fell backwards, and Wu Yu hurriedly supported it with his hands. The first reaction on the spot was-it was so heavy!

    Bu Chonghua is not a energetic open, he even looks thin in clothes, but his muscle density is unexpectedly high. Wu Yu can barely stabilize his balance by leaning half of his body: "Are you okay? Call a doctor to see?"

    Bu Chonghua couldn't help gasping, shook his head, and slowly leaned against the pillow without involving the wound.

    "Really all right?"

    "It's okay." From the perspective of his mouth, Bu Chonghua might swear silently, gritted his teeth and said: "As long as the grandson who set fire is caught, he won't be able to run away in 20 years."

    "Bu" rarely feels so embarrassed. Maybe he himself knows what he is like now. He simply broke the jar and threw away all the stern and stern elite frames. Wu Yu looked slightly amused, and thought about it for a while and said, "It's okay. The doctor said you didn't hurt your kidney, so don't worry."

    "What's the matter with my kidney..." Bu Chonghua stopped suddenly.

    At the end of the spring, the night was humid and warm, and the hospital bed was dim and narrow. Wu Yu put one knee on the side of the bed. This posture made the two of them almost close to each other, one side by side leaning on the head of the bed, even when the other side spoke. The slight air flow is clear and sensible.

    Bu Chonghua opened his mouth, but stopped again, and then turned his head to the other side, whispering in a low voice, "I told you to ignore their low-level jokes, and take the pillow away and press the wound! "

    Wu Yu said that you still picked a pillow for you. Once this person got hurt, he took the pillow away and threw it on his hospital bed. He tucked Bu Chonghua's quilt up again: "Okay, you still What's the matter? Ms. Liao said, I'll take care of you tonight, hurry up and order what you want."

    Bu Chonghua thought for a moment, "I'm a bit..."

    He was about to test that I was a little thirsty. Wu Yu asked, "Will you let me out, I will get you a Coke bottle?"

    Bu Chonghua took a breath, turned his head over the pillow, and looked at him faintly: "You treat me as Gao Baokang, right?"

    "..." Wu Yu had realized something: "I will give you a bottle of pulsation?"

    Bu Chonghua held his forehead: "I don't want to let the water go! Sleep with you!"

    Wu Yu laughed dumbfounded, and got on the bed soothingly, and casually put the blanket on his waist. The dim light outside the window reflected his bent calf, from knee to calf, from ankle to toe, showing extremely thin lines; one hand is on the eyelid, the other hand wrapped in bandage hangs from the bedside , Palm up, the blood has dried up.

    In the room only heard the slight breathing fluctuations of the two of them. After half a cigarette, Bu Chonghua still couldn't hold back, and asked softly, "Wu Yu?"

    Sure enough, the unsleepy voice of the next bed rang: "What?"

    "How about your burnt hand?"

    "It's okay, I don't feel it."

    That's a lie. A burn is the most painful and hardest, not to mention it hurts on the palm. A slight movement will involve the skin and flesh of the wound, and it will be slow to heal.

    But Wu Yu seemed to be really not feeling it, and moved his stiff fingers: "I was in the emergency room listening to the report from the Riot Brigade to Liao Gang, saying that the villagers who were making trouble tonight were all caught up. His grandson may not be able to run away. Maybe he’s already squatting next to the radiator of the County Public Security Bureau. They will be tried one by one tomorrow, so don’t worry."

    Bu Chonghua shook his head: "It may not be that easy."

    "how?"

    "Have you ever thought about why he set fire?"

    Wu Yu turned his head to look at him: "Want to kill us?"

    "He wants to kill us, but setting a fire is only the first step, because it takes time to burn up, and he is obviously not a local. I don't know if there is a back door or passage that can easily escape from this three-story concrete building. So he set fire and whistle, in fact, he even wanted to attract the cult people who often gathered in Gao’s house, and then used the demon arson as an excuse to incite the villagers’ emotions. Then he would beat us to death, even if the real murderer was Can be found by autopsy." Bu Chonghua pondered for a long time and frowned: "This man is too strong to kill us, and he is careful and decisive, but I can't figure out who he might be."

    Wu Yu thought for a while and asked, "Gao Baokang?"

    As soon as he said the words, he didn’t feel like it himself, and Bu Chonghua said, “No. If I were Gao Baokang, I would have fled to the end of the world with a valuable human bone helmet, and I would not have trouble with the police. Besides, we are only one of the host police. Even if we risk death to us, the task force will not stop investigating the 502 case. Instead, it will invest more resources to increase police force, which is not worth the loss. So I tend to think that the arson incident is related to the 502 case. , But the relationship is not very deep, the other party's goal seems to be more like seeking..."

    Bu Chonghua hurriedly stopped.

    -Revenge.

    The air seemed to be frozen, so quiet that you could hear a needle falling on the ground. Sobbing in the night in the distance, don't know which ward is coming from dying moan|moaning and mourning crying, as if the cold wind swept from a distance into the winding corridor.

    "...It seems that I have caught too many people in recent years." Bu Chonghua explained casually after a while.

     After a pause, he said lightly: "Next time we go out, we should both be careful."

     Wu Yu lay quietly in the darkness of a long river, like a fish drifting along with the current. A car galloped past the road in the distance, and the light and shadow on the ceiling moved along with it, gradually disappearing until it disappeared.

     After a while, he whispered softly: "Hey."

     "Ok?"

     "Don't block the knife for me next time."

    Bu Chonghua turned his head to the side.

    "You are not worthy of a meat shield at all." Wu Yu looked at the ceiling and said, "You academics, you won't be beaten, and you will be stuck there in a daze. You can't avoid one of the most important things. You can't guarantee it like this. I was beaten to death one day. Thanks to my girlfriend, I never had a girlfriend."

     Bu Chonghua didn't say a word.

     "Think about your parents, it's normal to hug your grandson by this time, do you bear to see you like this? You get beaten all day long."

    Wu Yu turned over, revealing a thin back: "I won't persuade people, you will just listen, huh? Don't let those who care about you worry about you. Go to sleep." The fastest mobile terminal of 999 novel update: https:/m .999xs.com/

    The wall clock was shining with invisible luminescence, and the second hand was ticking and ringing monotonously.

    I don't know how long it took, Bu Chonghua said indifferently: "My parents died to protect an undercover agent."

    "..."

    "I am not only to protect you, but also for myself." He closed his eyes and said, "If you can't sleep, turn on the light and don't stay on it. You should rest."

    ·

    Early the next morning.

    Spread the pot early and lifted the lid, steaming up, kicking off the busy day in the county. The ringing of bicycles in the streets and lanes, the yelling of impatient horns under the traffic lights, the rolling doors of shops along the street one after another, the jingle of the school’s morning reading bells...they converge into a torrent of lively sound waves, and the night hospital’s desertedness Exhaustion was washed away.

    On the snow-white pillow of the hospital bed, Wu Yu opened his eyes.

    The next second he turned over and sat up and looked at the door——

    Xu Zuxin, director of the Nancheng Sub-bureau of Jinhai City, just opened the door. He didn't step into the house with his foot still on the doorknob, and his actions froze awkwardly. Immediately after his expression eased, he beckoned to signal that the leaders behind him filed in, and at the same time nodded to Wu Yu on the hospital bed: "Come to Little Wu, come and recognize a few leaders-this is our Jinhai Municipal Committee Director Chen, this is Director Shi of the Supervision Department, and this is Deputy Director Wu of the Political Department..."

    "Where is Bu Chonghua?" Wu Yu interrupted him hoarsely.

    ——On the other hospital bed in the room, the bedding was messy and empty. The depression where Bu Chonghua lay down all night was still there, but the temperature on the sheets was completely gone.

    Several leaders looked at Wu Yu in a circumspect manner, and no one answered him.

    Xu Ju coughed, with a somewhat unnatural expression on his face: "Little Wu, you lie down first, don’t worry. Several leaders mainly want to know what happened last night in Fengyuan Village, Gechengshan, especially with the villagers. The part of the conflict-there is nothing to rush, come, take a sip, think about it, and start slowly."

    Wu Yu did not take the glass of water. He arched up on the hospital bed, his back and thigh muscles became tight and stiff, and his pupils contracted sharply. His eyes were swept across the faces of the leaders. As long as he observes intently, he will find that the depths of his eyes are excessive. Tension and unconcealable resistance and vigilance.

    The anomaly was really too obvious. It wasn't like a detective facing his superiors, but like a trapped beast that had been tortured, leaning against the corner of the iron cage, full of hostility facing the approaching hunter.

    The leaders exchanged glances, and Xu Ju turned around and shook his head covertly, meaning that you have seen it now. The shots I gave you along the way were not bluffing, right?

    "Cough cough!" Director Chen of the Municipal Party Committee cleared his throat. He was probably a relatively young man who did not believe in evil, and he took the lead in speaking with care and no seriousness: "—— Officer Wu, right?"

    "..."

    "Xu Ju told us that you are an old criminal policeman with meritorious service, so you should be very familiar and very cooperative with organizational investigations and inquiries. We are not here today for anything else, mainly because... "

    "Where is Bu Chonghua?" Wu Yu asked again quickly.

    His eyes are black and white. Because of his pale skin, the blue and black eye circles are particularly obvious, and his lips are bloodless; when he stares at someone like this, he has a neurotic weirdness.

    Xu Ju adjusted his tone: "Little Wu..."

    "I still have something to tell him." Wu Yu's lips seemed to tremble, "Where is Bu Chonghua?"

    The ward fell into a stalemate at once. Everyone was a little surprised when looking at me and seeing you. They didn't understand that it was just a private inquiry purely through the process. Where did the inquired person's sharp vigilance come from.

    The atmosphere became very paradoxical in the quiet, only Wu Yu on the hospital bed pinched the sheets tightly with his fingers, and the fabric creaked because of excessive force.

    It was so strange that he was like this. After a long while, Xu Ju finally sighed, and then stopped saying: "Bu Chonghua, he...he is temporarily...isolated."

    Director Chen spoke as if he wanted to stop, but he hesitated and said nothing.

    "There is a young man named Gao Jiabao in Fengyuan Village, who was kidnapped by your knife last night. His grandma called him Dabao."

    "..."

     "Because he was injured and couldn't move, he was stepped on by the crowd during the riots, causing serious injuries." Xu Ju shook his head and said, "He is dead."





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