At eight o'clock in the morning, the phone alarm rang suddenly, and Wu Yu was slapped like a spring! Sit up.
The guest bedroom is spacious and bright, with the clear sunshine of early summer outside the floor-to-ceiling curtain. The snow-white fluffy quilt pillow on the double bed exudes a clean breath. Wu Yu sat on the bed in a daze for a few seconds, yawned for a long time, and realized where it was—Bu Chonghua's.
It was late when he escorted the leader home last night, so after careful consideration, the leader decided to take a half-day off this morning, and got the warm support and support of his subordinates.
Wu Yu lazily went to the bathroom of the guest bedroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. He changed into the T-shirt and jeans he had lost at Bu Chonghua's last time and came downstairs. Before he reached the first floor, he heard someone enter the room at the porch downstairs, closed the door with his backhand, and then appeared in the living room carrying breakfast.
"Wake up? Come down for breakfast."
Bu Chonghua apparently ran back in the morning, wearing a pair of Bluetooth earmuffs around his neck, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and shorts, a pair of sneakers that look pretty although they are a bit old and can't recognize the brand. He is at least 1.86 meters or eighty-seven. This height stretches his legs very long, probably because of his research on fitness. The leg muscles have been trained very well. The overall feeling is like a police academy who has just participated in the sports meeting. College Students.
With sleepy eyes, Wu Yu pulled the high stool by the kitchen bar and climbed up and sat down: "Aren't you sleepy when you get up so early every day and go for a run?" The fastest update of the 999 novel. Mobile phone: https:/m.999xs.com/
"got used to."
Wu Yu nodded, muttered two words silently, his mouth seemed to be: "Nice!"
"It's you who is stranger to me." Bu Chonghua took the bun soy milk out of the plastic bag and put it out, and said: "You can fight so much without training or exercising every day. How do you keep it?"
"Don't keep it."
"..."
"I can barely count one-half of what I used to be," Wu Yu said: "Forget it, let the glorious history of the past follow the wind with the wind. I decided to obey the arrangements of the years and eat and drink. Drink, you should get fat and get fat, and strive to be an uncle who grows on the sofa every day after returning home from get off work, and his silence is slowly turning round."
He picked up a steamed bun with mushrooms and bamboo shoots, one bite and half one bite, and Bu Chonghua looked at him for a long time: "...you are also pretty awesome."
The wealthy elite also buy breakfast very generously. There are various flavors of small buns, small dumplings, soy milk, braised eggs and preserved egg porridge. The breakfast shop in their neighborhood is not on the same level as the neighborhood of Wu Yu’s house. Both the taste and the level of exquisiteness are much higher. Wu Yu is obviously interested in the shrimp dumplings with steamed scallops on top. He stopped after eating five or six. Next, report: "I'm full, thank you leader."
"Don't you eat this," Bu Chonghua pushed with his chopsticks as he drank the porridge. "These custard packets?"
"What's this? I don't eat sweet buns."
"Throw it away."
"How can I throw it away? How much is this?" Wu Yu heard that he was going to throw it, but it didn't work anymore. He quickly held down the full plate of buns and asked, "Should I take it to Cai Lin? "
"This hot skin is broken, you let him eat cold?"
Wu Yu Tianren struggled for a while, but Bu Chonghua looked very interesting, and said, "How about you try it?"
Wu Yu has never eaten sweet buns in his life, just like Cai Lin has never eaten salted bean curd, Liao Gang has never eaten sweet dumplings, and Bu Chonghua has never had a serious relationship. People struggle and hesitate when they abandon their beliefs for the first time. Wu Yu's eyes are full of clear words: "What is this stuff?" "How can buns be sweet?" "This is the same as that of Fengyuan Village. What's the difference in helping a cult?" After a long while, he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up one, looked at it patiently for a few seconds, and tentatively bit the skin of the bun with his front teeth——
Bu Chonghua finished his porridge, packed his dishes, got up and went to the kitchen to clean it; he took out the shirt and trousers for working in the afternoon from the closet, and was about to take a quick shower in the bathroom. When he passed by the living room, he heard a drumbeat Dengdeng Deng Deng Deng Deng Dengdeng, so the probe and saw the stairs Wu yu being barefoot run and run up and down Ben, circling and ran on, and ran down ......
"what are you doing?"
Wu Yu was panting and turned his head. A piece of custard filling was clearly stuck to the corner of his mouth, only a word came out between his teeth:
"support!"
Bu Chonghua took a stunned look, and saw that the full plate of custard buns on the kitchen counter had been swallowed up, not to mention the buns, there was not even a bun crumb left, and it was clean enough to show a human figure.
Bu Chonghua couldn't help but laughed, and asked leisurely: "Isn't your dream to be an uncle who grows round on the sofa?"
"Dreams are dreams, reality is reality. You still dream of killing the boss of the Criminal Investigation Bureau and be the leader. Have you succeeded?!"
Bu Chonghua: "………………"
Wu Yu clutched his throat in pain, and continued to stun in the wind.
After Bu Chonghua took a shower and put on his shirt, Wu Yu's support that almost gushed from his throat finally passed, and he spread out on the sofa and gasped.
"It's fine to go upstairs to the gym next time. What are you kicking?" Bu Chonghua laughed blankly, and threw him a bottle of sports drink from the refrigerator. Wu Yu took two sips, looked at the ceiling and said, "I can't stay at the leader's house anymore."
"how?"
Wu Yu didn't speak for a while, and glanced at Bu Chonghua from the corner of his eyes.
Bu Chonghua was sitting on the other side of the sofa with his mobile phone. He didn't know what he was browsing attentively. He might be checking the mail from the city bureau. His hair has not yet been wiped off, his nose is straight and his lips are thin, and water drops flowing down his sturdy and long neck; the shirt is hard|very clean and the texture is exquisite, and the bottom of the shirt has faintly showing muscle contours, which is costly time and scientific exercise The combined result of extreme self-discipline.
When the two of them were waiting quietly, they seemed to be very close to each other, and even the warm and solid aura on Bu Chonghua's body was clear.
Wu Yu silently retracted his gaze, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and laughed: "It's too comfortable to eat and drink for free. What should I do if I can't adapt to my home later."
As if there was some kind of force that was not light or heavy in the throat, Bu Chonghua looked at him, and the words almost blurted out.
"People can't live too comfortably, or they will lose the motivation to struggle." Wu Yu rubbed his eyebrows with his palms, and closed his eyes with a smile: "What should a proletariat like us do if we don't struggle? Where can we save money..."
"What are you saving for to buy a house?"
Wu Yu "well" for two seconds, and said casually, "Buy a house."
Bu Chonghua stopped suddenly: "They didn't give you a house?"
Although Wu Yu has not commented on the merits, he has indeed made great contributions to undercover agents. After returning, there will be security and arrangements for life. The more first-tier cities, the more important the policy is to implement. If people have been wandering for more than ten years, but they don’t even have a place to settle down after they come back, and they have to spend money to rent a house, then the "relevant departments" in this place will have trouble.
Bu Chonghua knew that Jinhai City would not be able to do such a thing, but at the same time he wondered if Wu Yu knew nothing about being calculated. When he asked this, his tone was vaguely wrong. Unexpectedly, the next moment he only saw Wu Yu "chuck" nonchalantly: "Then... that house is too broken, save money and buy a better one."
"How to applaud it?"
"Bigger." Wu Yu just pointed to the menu and said, "Three rooms and one hall."
Judging from the current housing prices in Jinhai, three bedrooms and one living room are probably the most basic configuration for a three-person family.
In fact, it is normal for him to have this idea. The state-distributed housing may not have full property rights, nor may it be sold. With appearances like him, if he owns a house and has a formal and stable job in the establishment, he should be a popular candidate for many local mother-in-laws.
"..." Bu Chonghua nodded silently, his expression was thin and gloomy, and there seemed to be a place in his heart gradually cooling down.
What did I just want to say? he thinks.
What do I want him to do?
He almost opened up his heart valves layer by layer with a cold and harsh attitude, looking critically at the past layer by layer, and even the most secretive and subtle parts were invisible. The hot impulse that did not know where it came from just now was torn to dust in this ruthless trial, and it sank back to the bottom of the soul.
They were sitting on the two ends of the sofa, Bu Chonghua's thumb was aimlessly swiping on the screen of the phone. It seemed to be searching the web, but nothing was actually seen. Only meaningless text, colors and flashing advertisements were reflected in the retina. . After a while, he caught a glimpse of the other side from the light of his eyes, and saw Wu Yu stepping on the carpet and the other on the sofa. The thin bare foot on the sofa shook him: "Leader."
"……how."
"Can you give me some of those books in your bookcase?"
Bu Chonghua seemed to have an indescribable feeling in his chest, but he didn't show it, staring at the phone blankly: "No."
Wu Yu: "?"
"But I can lend you. I borrow one book at a time, and I will send it back after reading it, and then I can borrow it again."
The elite cannot be so stingy. Wu Yu thought for a while and asked, "Can you borrow anything?"
——He has a reason to ask, because there are some precious books in Bu Chonghua's bookcase, and the price is definitely not a level that can be given away at will, but if it is loaned, this problem will not exist.
"Yes." Bu Chonghua paused, staring at the phone screen and asked: "Are you going home tonight?"
The tone in this statement sounds a bit unusual when it sounds carefully. When replaced by anyone else, Wu Yu would instinctively feel a little weird. But because the other party was Bu Chonghua, he only looked at the ceiling flatly, and said casually: "Go back, otherwise."
"Then you go pick a copy now."
"..." Wu Yu looked up from a flat state ninety degrees: "You really can pick which one?"
Bu Chonghua finally lifted his gaze from the screen of the phone, looking at him with sharp and angular eyes, and for a long while, gently raised his chin to the study room: "Don't pick it yet?"
Wu Yu was together flexibly. He didn't even wear slippers, and he stomped into the study barefoot. Then there was the sound of the glass cabinet opening. Bu Chonghua knew that he was starting to pick books enthusiastically.
Without a word, he got up and walked to the door of the study, leaning against the door frame.
This is a state that Wu Yu rarely sees. He was wearing a very old T-shirt and gray-blue and white jeans. He stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hands to reach the top of the bookshelf. His messy black hair brushed on his ears, a kind of simple satisfaction that did not fit his age.
It seems that the patient, cowardly, dull, and dull, the one who kicks the TV like a beast in the confinement room, and asks where Bu Chonghua is, the one who stands in the focus of everyone’s sight is not used to speaking, but Occasionally, Wu Yu, who instinctively erected a guard against spikes, was melted by the pure and single happiness at the moment, and trance actually reflected the shadow of the young and energetic thirteen years ago.
It seemed that there was a pungent, hot and paralyzing blockage sensation hitting Bu Chonghua's throat, but there was no expression on his face.
His stern and indifferent face had been maintained for too long, whether it was Wu Yu or everyone, even he himself had been too used to it.
Bu Chonghua put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned and left the study without saying a word. He stood silently in the living room for a while, went back to his master bedroom and opened the closet door, took out a neat stack of white cotton short-sleeved T-shirts with no tags, and went back to the kitchen to open the refrigerator to take a look. In the cabinet, I found out the snacks, snacks, and chocolates that Mrs. Song had brought back from a trip abroad. After a pause, I didn’t know what to think of. Then I found a few large bags of quick-frozen shrimp dumplings and scallop dumplings bought in the supermarket from the freezer and used the newspaper. Tie it with a plastic bag.
He carefully stacked these things into his backpack and carried them back to the study: "Have you picked it up?"
"Hey." Wu Yu promised, but he didn't move. Bu Chonghua walked to him and just sat on the carpet, and as expected, Wu Yu closed the book in his hand, and asked on the cover: "Is this okay?"
"Key Points of Electronic Forensics Research."
"Yes." Bu Chonghua put the book in his backpack and said briefly: "For you."
Wu Yu was stunned: "Oh, you gave me a New Year gift in advance?"
"Xu Ju said that if he saw you dangling in the office in that transparent undershirt, he would notify the anti-pornography team next door to sweep you away." Bu Chonghua stood up and snorted: "I'm such an adult, and I wear casual clothes. It has to look like the suspect who just came in."
"Hey, what's wrong with the anti-vice team? Don't you know that the anti-vice team is Cai Lin's dream?"
The elites simply didn't bother to deal with such low-level jokes, and went straight to the outside with their hands.
Wu Yu laughed, flipped through his schoolbag, and wanted to eat the big box of imported chocolates from underneath. But Bu Chonghua turned out a lot of shrimp dumplings for him, as if he couldn't wait to prepare all the shrimp dumplings he had eaten in his whole life, and they were all on top of them. Wu Yu couldn't take out the chocolate box for a long time, so he had to take out the other things and put them on the carpet.
"This schoolbag looks quite big, but it opens up..."
While peeling the chocolate ball candy paper, Wu Yu looked at the seemingly expensive shoulders of the elite class, but suddenly became stunned for no reason.
... The style of this backpack is actually very similar to Gao Ling's black schoolbag.
No matter the shape, size, or hardness of the top cover opening, there is not much difference.
Obviously there are two things that are unrelated, but it seems like a hammer in the void, and instantly initiates. Wu Yu's pupils shrank silently, suddenly dropped the chocolate ball, poured out everything in the schoolbag and spread it on the ground, put his hand into the empty schoolbag and gestured for a moment, realizing something——
A certain suspicious point that was ignored by everyone, suddenly surfaced in an uproar.
"Yes, I know."
Bu Chonghua stood in front of the study room and made a call. He only listened to Xu Ju’s satisfied mutter on the other side of his mobile phone, and said with earnestness: "In the afternoon, you go to the prosecutor’s office to find the XXX from the XX department and the cult confessed by Diao Jianfa. The organization should work with the XX department to check..."
"——Team!" Someone strode closer outside the door: "Bu Chonghua!"
Bu Chonghua turned his head and saw Wu Yu push the door and enter. Xu Ju in his phone said in surprise, "Why is Little Wu also in your house?"
In fact, there is nothing at all, but Bu Chonghua subconsciously slammed: "He... came to me for something."
"Oh, oh, okay." Xu Ju didn't understand what it was, but after thinking about it, he solemnly warned: "You two should get along well, don't have a conflict, let alone quarrel and fight again, understand?
Bu Chonghua's mouth twitched slightly, and he hung up after a few "understand" words: "What's wrong with you?"
"What model is the laptop that Liu Li lost?" Wu Yu asked over his head.
Bu Chonghua was too familiar with the details of the case transcript: "Dell Inspiron 14R, the model two years ago, the original price is more than 3000."
"Models with R are all thick books, right?"
"It should be two or three kilograms, how?"
Wu Yu stood at the entrance of the study, carrying his shoulders and shaking his back to Bu Chonghua, only to see nothing in the zippered bag:
"The human bone helmet that Gao Ling took was divided into two upper and lower sections, with three bone pieces connected in the middle, which increased the internal volume. That is to say, the light helmet itself is three times larger than the human head.
"——Then how could she put a helmet, two pieces of clothes, a pile of sundries, and a two to three kilogram laptop in a schoolbag of this size?!"
Bu Chonghua suddenly realized something, his eyes changed drastically!
Yes, it is!
The human bone helmet has silver and turquoise as the frame. If Gao Ling puts a sweater into the helmet for protection, another wraps it on the outside as a cushion, and then stuffs it into the school bag, then it is basically impossible for her to put another two. For a thick notebook weighing three kilograms, strong plugging will cause crush damage to the helmet, and it is also very likely that the zipper cannot be closed.
But in the surveillance, the schoolbag zipper is clearly pulled to the end!
"That computer... That computer was not taken by Gao Ling."
Countless suspicious points strung together at that moment, and Bu Chonghua murmured: “The time difference between Gao Ling and Nian Xiaoping’s murder is at most six hours. Someone killed Gao Baokang within these six hours, sneaked into Gao Ling’s house, and stole it. Liu Li’s computer finally went to the riverbank to kill Nian Xiaoping who was passing by, leaving He Xingxing to report to the police... The news of the skeleton killing was deliberately spread."
"The 502 case is not limited to the cults in Fengyuan Village," Bu Chonghua suddenly looked at Wu Yu and said hoarsely: "There is a group of murderers behind this case!"
At eight o'clock in the morning, the phone alarm rang suddenly, and Wu Yu was slapped like a spring! Sit up.
The guest bedroom is spacious and bright, with the clear sunshine of early summer outside the floor-to-ceiling curtain. The snow-white fluffy quilt pillow on the double bed exudes a clean breath. Wu Yu sat on the bed in a daze for a few seconds, yawned for a long time, and realized where it was—Bu Chonghua's.
It was late when he escorted the leader home last night, so after careful consideration, the leader decided to take a half-day off this morning, and got the warm support and support of his subordinates.
Wu Yu lazily went to the bathroom of the guest bedroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. He changed into the T-shirt and jeans he had lost at Bu Chonghua's last time and came downstairs. Before he reached the first floor, he heard someone enter the room at the porch downstairs, closed the door with his backhand, and then appeared in the living room carrying breakfast.
"Wake up? Come down for breakfast."
Bu Chonghua apparently ran back in the morning, wearing a pair of Bluetooth earmuffs around his neck, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and shorts, a pair of sneakers that look pretty although they are a bit old and can't recognize the brand. He is at least 1.86 meters or eighty-seven. This height stretches his legs very long, probably because of his research on fitness. The leg muscles have been trained very well. The overall feeling is like a police academy who has just participated in the sports meeting. College Students.
With sleepy eyes, Wu Yu pulled the high stool by the kitchen bar and climbed up and sat down: "Aren't you sleepy when you get up so early every day and go for a run?" The fastest update of the 999 novel. Mobile phone: https:/m.999xs.com/
"got used to."
Wu Yu nodded, muttered two words silently, his mouth seemed to be: "Nice!"
"It's you who is stranger to me." Bu Chonghua took the bun soy milk out of the plastic bag and put it out, and said: "You can fight so much without training or exercising every day. How do you keep it?"
"Don't keep it."
"..."
"I can barely count one-half of what I used to be," Wu Yu said: "Forget it, let the glorious history of the past follow the wind with the wind. I decided to obey the arrangements of the years and eat and drink. Drink, you should get fat and get fat, and strive to be an uncle who grows on the sofa every day after returning home from get off work, and his silence is slowly turning round."
He picked up a steamed bun with mushrooms and bamboo shoots, one bite and half one bite, and Bu Chonghua looked at him for a long time: "...you are also pretty awesome."
The wealthy elite also buy breakfast very generously. There are various flavors of small buns, small dumplings, soy milk, braised eggs and preserved egg porridge. The breakfast shop in their neighborhood is not on the same level as the neighborhood of Wu Yu’s house. Both the taste and the level of exquisiteness are much higher. Wu Yu is obviously interested in the shrimp dumplings with steamed scallops on top. He stopped after eating five or six. Next, report: "I'm full, thank you leader."
"Don't you eat this," Bu Chonghua pushed with his chopsticks as he drank the porridge. "These custard packets?"
"What's this? I don't eat sweet buns."
"Throw it away."
"How can I throw it away? How much is this?" Wu Yu heard that he was going to throw it, but it didn't work anymore. He quickly held down the full plate of buns and asked, "Should I take it to Cai Lin? "
"This hot skin is broken, you let him eat cold?"
Wu Yu Tianren struggled for a while, but Bu Chonghua looked very interesting, and said, "How about you try it?"
Wu Yu has never eaten sweet buns in his life, just like Cai Lin has never eaten salted bean curd, Liao Gang has never eaten sweet dumplings, and Bu Chonghua has never had a serious relationship. People struggle and hesitate when they abandon their beliefs for the first time. Wu Yu's eyes are full of clear words: "What is this stuff?" "How can buns be sweet?" "This is the same as that of Fengyuan Village. What's the difference in helping a cult?" After a long while, he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up one, looked at it patiently for a few seconds, and tentatively bit the skin of the bun with his front teeth——
Bu Chonghua finished his porridge, packed his dishes, got up and went to the kitchen to clean it; he took out the shirt and trousers for working in the afternoon from the closet, and was about to take a quick shower in the bathroom. When he passed by the living room, he heard a drumbeat Dengdeng Deng Deng Deng Deng Dengdeng, so the probe and saw the stairs Wu yu being barefoot run and run up and down Ben, circling and ran on, and ran down ......
"what are you doing?"
Wu Yu was panting and turned his head. A piece of custard filling was clearly stuck to the corner of his mouth, only a word came out between his teeth:
"support!"
Bu Chonghua took a stunned look, and saw that the full plate of custard buns on the kitchen counter had been swallowed up, not to mention the buns, there was not even a bun crumb left, and it was clean enough to show a human figure.
Bu Chonghua couldn't help but laughed, and asked leisurely: "Isn't your dream to be an uncle who grows round on the sofa?"
"Dreams are dreams, reality is reality. You still dream of killing the boss of the Criminal Investigation Bureau and be the leader. Have you succeeded?!"
Bu Chonghua: "………………"
Wu Yu clutched his throat in pain, and continued to stun in the wind.
After Bu Chonghua took a shower and put on his shirt, Wu Yu's support that almost gushed from his throat finally passed, and he spread out on the sofa and gasped.
"It's fine to go upstairs to the gym next time. What are you kicking?" Bu Chonghua laughed blankly, and threw him a bottle of sports drink from the refrigerator. Wu Yu took two sips, looked at the ceiling and said, "I can't stay at the leader's house anymore."
"how?"
Wu Yu didn't speak for a while, and glanced at Bu Chonghua from the corner of his eyes.
Bu Chonghua was sitting on the other side of the sofa with his mobile phone. He didn't know what he was browsing attentively. He might be checking the mail from the city bureau. His hair has not yet been wiped off, his nose is straight and his lips are thin, and water drops flowing down his sturdy and long neck; the shirt is hard|very clean and the texture is exquisite, and the bottom of the shirt has faintly showing muscle contours, which is costly time and scientific exercise The combined result of extreme self-discipline.
When the two of them were waiting quietly, they seemed to be very close to each other, and even the warm and solid aura on Bu Chonghua's body was clear.
Wu Yu silently retracted his gaze, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and laughed: "It's too comfortable to eat and drink for free. What should I do if I can't adapt to my home later."
As if there was some kind of force that was not light or heavy in the throat, Bu Chonghua looked at him, and the words almost blurted out.
"People can't live too comfortably, or they will lose the motivation to struggle." Wu Yu rubbed his eyebrows with his palms, and closed his eyes with a smile: "What should a proletariat like us do if we don't struggle? Where can we save money..."
"What are you saving for to buy a house?"
Wu Yu "well" for two seconds, and said casually, "Buy a house."
Bu Chonghua stopped suddenly: "They didn't give you a house?"
Although Wu Yu has not commented on the merits, he has indeed made great contributions to undercover agents. After returning, there will be security and arrangements for life. The more first-tier cities, the more important the policy is to implement. If people have been wandering for more than ten years, but they don’t even have a place to settle down after they come back, and they have to spend money to rent a house, then the "relevant departments" in this place will have trouble.
Bu Chonghua knew that Jinhai City would not be able to do such a thing, but at the same time he wondered if Wu Yu knew nothing about being calculated. When he asked this, his tone was vaguely wrong. Unexpectedly, the next moment he only saw Wu Yu "chuck" nonchalantly: "Then... that house is too broken, save money and buy a better one."
"How to applaud it?"
"Bigger." Wu Yu just pointed to the menu and said, "Three rooms and one hall."
Judging from the current housing prices in Jinhai, three bedrooms and one living room are probably the most basic configuration for a three-person family.
In fact, it is normal for him to have this idea. The state-distributed housing may not have full property rights, nor may it be sold. With appearances like him, if he owns a house and has a formal and stable job in the establishment, he should be a popular candidate for many local mother-in-laws.
"..." Bu Chonghua nodded silently, his expression was thin and gloomy, and there seemed to be a place in his heart gradually cooling down.
What did I just want to say? he thinks.
What do I want him to do?
He almost opened up his heart valves layer by layer with a cold and harsh attitude, looking critically at the past layer by layer, and even the most secretive and subtle parts were invisible. The hot impulse that did not know where it came from just now was torn to dust in this ruthless trial, and it sank back to the bottom of the soul.
They were sitting on the two ends of the sofa, Bu Chonghua's thumb was aimlessly swiping on the screen of the phone. It seemed to be searching the web, but nothing was actually seen. Only meaningless text, colors and flashing advertisements were reflected in the retina. . After a while, he caught a glimpse of the other side from the light of his eyes, and saw Wu Yu stepping on the carpet and the other on the sofa. The thin bare foot on the sofa shook him: "Leader."
"……how."
"Can you give me some of those books in your bookcase?"
Bu Chonghua seemed to have an indescribable feeling in his chest, but he didn't show it, staring at the phone blankly: "No."
Wu Yu: "?"
"But I can lend you. I borrow one book at a time, and I will send it back after reading it, and then I can borrow it again."
The elite cannot be so stingy. Wu Yu thought for a while and asked, "Can you borrow anything?"
——He has a reason to ask, because there are some precious books in Bu Chonghua's bookcase, and the price is definitely not a level that can be given away at will, but if it is loaned, this problem will not exist.
"Yes." Bu Chonghua paused, staring at the phone screen and asked: "Are you going home tonight?"
The tone in this statement sounds a bit unusual when it sounds carefully. When replaced by anyone else, Wu Yu would instinctively feel a little weird. But because the other party was Bu Chonghua, he only looked at the ceiling flatly, and said casually: "Go back, otherwise."
"Then you go pick a copy now."
"..." Wu Yu looked up from a flat state ninety degrees: "You really can pick which one?"
Bu Chonghua finally lifted his gaze from the screen of the phone, looking at him with sharp and angular eyes, and for a long while, gently raised his chin to the study room: "Don't pick it yet?"
Wu Yu was together flexibly. He didn't even wear slippers, and he stomped into the study barefoot. Then there was the sound of the glass cabinet opening. Bu Chonghua knew that he was starting to pick books enthusiastically.
Without a word, he got up and walked to the door of the study, leaning against the door frame.
This is a state that Wu Yu rarely sees. He was wearing a very old T-shirt and gray-blue and white jeans. He stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hands to reach the top of the bookshelf. His messy black hair brushed on his ears, a kind of simple satisfaction that did not fit his age.
It seems that the patient, cowardly, dull, and dull, the one who kicks the TV like a beast in the confinement room, and asks where Bu Chonghua is, the one who stands in the focus of everyone’s sight is not used to speaking, but Occasionally, Wu Yu, who instinctively erected a guard against spikes, was melted by the pure and single happiness at the moment, and trance actually reflected the shadow of the young and energetic thirteen years ago.
It seemed that there was a pungent, hot and paralyzing blockage sensation hitting Bu Chonghua's throat, but there was no expression on his face.
His stern and indifferent face had been maintained for too long, whether it was Wu Yu or everyone, even he himself had been too used to it.
Bu Chonghua put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned and left the study without saying a word. He stood silently in the living room for a while, went back to his master bedroom and opened the closet door, took out a neat stack of white cotton short-sleeved T-shirts with no tags, and went back to the kitchen to open the refrigerator to take a look. In the cabinet, I found out the snacks, snacks, and chocolates that Mrs. Song had brought back from a trip abroad. After a pause, I didn’t know what to think of. Then I found a few large bags of quick-frozen shrimp dumplings and scallop dumplings bought in the supermarket from the freezer and used the newspaper. Tie it with a plastic bag.
He carefully stacked these things into his backpack and carried them back to the study: "Have you picked it up?"
"Hey." Wu Yu promised, but he didn't move. Bu Chonghua walked to him and just sat on the carpet, and as expected, Wu Yu closed the book in his hand, and asked on the cover: "Is this okay?"
"Key Points of Electronic Forensics Research."
"Yes." Bu Chonghua put the book in his backpack and said briefly: "For you."
Wu Yu was stunned: "Oh, you gave me a New Year gift in advance?"
"Xu Ju said that if he saw you dangling in the office in that transparent undershirt, he would notify the anti-pornography team next door to sweep you away." Bu Chonghua stood up and snorted: "I'm such an adult, and I wear casual clothes. It has to look like the suspect who just came in."
"Hey, what's wrong with the anti-vice team? Don't you know that the anti-vice team is Cai Lin's dream?"
The elites simply didn't bother to deal with such low-level jokes, and went straight to the outside with their hands.
Wu Yu laughed, flipped through his schoolbag, and wanted to eat the big box of imported chocolates from underneath. But Bu Chonghua turned out a lot of shrimp dumplings for him, as if he couldn't wait to prepare all the shrimp dumplings he had eaten in his whole life, and they were all on top of them. Wu Yu couldn't take out the chocolate box for a long time, so he had to take out the other things and put them on the carpet.
"This schoolbag looks quite big, but it opens up..."
While peeling the chocolate ball candy paper, Wu Yu looked at the seemingly expensive shoulders of the elite class, but suddenly became stunned for no reason.
... The style of this backpack is actually very similar to Gao Ling's black schoolbag.
No matter the shape, size, or hardness of the top cover opening, there is not much difference.
Obviously there are two things that are unrelated, but it seems like a hammer in the void, and instantly initiates. Wu Yu's pupils shrank silently, suddenly dropped the chocolate ball, poured out everything in the schoolbag and spread it on the ground, put his hand into the empty schoolbag and gestured for a moment, realizing something——
A certain suspicious point that was ignored by everyone, suddenly surfaced in an uproar.
"Yes, I know."
Bu Chonghua stood in front of the study room and made a call. He only listened to Xu Ju’s satisfied mutter on the other side of his mobile phone, and said with earnestness: "In the afternoon, you go to the prosecutor’s office to find the XXX from the XX department and the cult confessed by Diao Jianfa. The organization should work with the XX department to check..."
"——Team!" Someone strode closer outside the door: "Bu Chonghua!"
Bu Chonghua turned his head and saw Wu Yu push the door and enter. Xu Ju in his phone said in surprise, "Why is Little Wu also in your house?"
In fact, there is nothing at all, but Bu Chonghua subconsciously slammed: "He... came to me for something."
"Oh, oh, okay." Xu Ju didn't understand what it was, but after thinking about it, he solemnly warned: "You two should get along well, don't have a conflict, let alone quarrel and fight again, understand?
Bu Chonghua's mouth twitched slightly, and he hung up after a few "understand" words: "What's wrong with you?"
"What model is the laptop that Liu Li lost?" Wu Yu asked over his head.
Bu Chonghua was too familiar with the details of the case transcript: "Dell Inspiron 14R, the model two years ago, the original price is more than 3000."
"Models with R are all thick books, right?"
"It should be two or three kilograms, how?"
Wu Yu stood at the entrance of the study, carrying his shoulders and shaking his back to Bu Chonghua, only to see nothing in the zippered bag:
"The human bone helmet that Gao Ling took was divided into two upper and lower sections, with three bone pieces connected in the middle, which increased the internal volume. That is to say, the light helmet itself is three times larger than the human head.
"——Then how could she put a helmet, two pieces of clothes, a pile of sundries, and a two to three kilogram laptop in a schoolbag of this size?!"
Bu Chonghua suddenly realized something, his eyes changed drastically!
Yes, it is!
The human bone helmet has silver and turquoise as the frame. If Gao Ling puts a sweater into the helmet for protection, another wraps it on the outside as a cushion, and then stuffs it into the school bag, then it is basically impossible for her to put another two. For a thick notebook weighing three kilograms, strong plugging will cause crush damage to the helmet, and it is also very likely that the zipper cannot be closed.
But in the surveillance, the schoolbag zipper is clearly pulled to the end!
"That computer... That computer was not taken by Gao Ling."
Countless suspicious points strung together at that moment, and Bu Chonghua murmured: “The time difference between Gao Ling and Nian Xiaoping’s murder is at most six hours. Someone killed Gao Baokang within these six hours, sneaked into Gao Ling’s house, and stole it. Liu Li’s computer finally went to the riverbank to kill Nian Xiaoping who was passing by, leaving He Xingxing to report to the police... The news of the skeleton killing was deliberately spread."
"The 502 case is not limited to the cults in Fengyuan Village," Bu Chonghua suddenly looked at Wu Yu and said hoarsely: "There is a group of murderers behind this case!"
