As the zipper was pulled down, the body bag made a slight rubbing sound and dropped onto the iron frame bed.
Nian Xiaoping's pupilless eyes were gray and black, and suddenly jumped into Wu Yu's eyes.
"Scared, brother?" Suddenly someone beside him smiled and asked.
When Wu Yu looked up, he thought it was a policeman, but when he took a closer look, he saw that the funeral home driver who had come from the police station's forensic car was bored with his head out of the car window, and he smiled and talked to him.
Although the Caiying District Police Station is a big one, it is considered to be the poorer one among the first-level police stations because of its remote jurisdiction. It has been said that a new type of dissection room will be built for several years, but it has not been built until now. The forensic doctor would have to find a driver from the funeral home to pull the corpse, and then take the box and follow the car to the funeral home for an autopsy.
There were not hundreds or dozens of corpses pulled by the driver. They were already familiar with them. At the scene of the murder case, they couldn’t get out of the car and walk around. After all, they were very happy to catch someone and chat with them: "Hey, brother, you said one. Son, why are you afraid of seeing dead people, haven't you seen it?"
Wu Yu smiled bitterly: "I have seen it."
"Hey, then you just don't see enough! Like me, I've dealt with this all day long. I have long felt like watching frozen meat. It's okay to pull the cart alone in the middle of the night!" The driver waved his hand triumphantly and asked: "Then how many dead people have been seen by policemen like you?"
"……a lot of."
"How many are many?" The driver nodded with his thumb: "I've seen a camp! There are all kinds of them! How about you?"
"...A army."
"Huh?" The driver was shocked: "Are you bragging?"
Wu Yu was noncommittal.
"Then you have seen so many, are you afraid of Mao?"
"The more you get, the more afraid."
"What, what do you mean?"
The driver was puzzled, but Wu Yu only pulled the corners of his mouth flatly while he stared: "The more you see, the more you know that it is not a pool of frozen meat, but a person. How can you not be afraid?"
The driver is full of expressions in the clouds and mist you are talking about.
Wu Yu didn't explain much, and waved his hand mockingly: "It's me who is going back." Then he closed the zipper of the body bag.
——At this moment, a hand stretched out from behind, grabbed his wrist and went down, in this posture, forcing him to fully open the body bag again.
Wu Yu raised his head, but Bu Chonghua turned out to be beside him.
Seeing that the leader was coming, the driver immediately drew back into the cab with a grin, but he didn't forget to give Wu Yu a sympathetic look. That meant that the leader was caught by the leader.
However, Bu Chonghua didn't seem to hear him chatting with the driver, and called out, "Cai Lin."
Cai Lin sighed, and secretly rushed to Wu Yu, winking and making him hurry.
"——You don't go," Bu Chonghua looked like long eyes behind his head and suddenly commanded without looking back.
Wu Yu had to stand beside the corpse.
"I said He Xingxing is unlikely to be the murderer because of this wound." Wearing gloves, Bu Chonghua gently opened the concealed placket of Nian Xiaoping's chest, pointed at the rotten incision above the heart, and saw the surrounding area. The skin and flesh were gray and swollen, washed away by the rain without blood stains, and exuded an extremely strong and indescribable smell.
"The murder weapon pierced down from the gap between the ribs and took the heart straight. It is about 3.5 cm long and 7.5 cm deep. From the shape of it, it should be a double-edged weapon. The double-edged knife is very easy to cause smallness in the stab. Scars, but the deceased’s skin did not have tentative wounds, resistance wounds, or scratches caused by struggling to block. There were no traces of conditioned reflex on the inner and outer sides of the hands and arms. The cloth of the clothes had a smooth break and the periphery was intact. what?"
Cai Lin listened earnestly, but Wu Yu didn't say a word.
"--First of all, Nian Xiaoping was indeed killed by a single blow without any precautions and possibly stunned. Secondly, the murderer was very skilled and powerful, and the mental quality of the murder was extremely high. It could not be an afterthought. The gangster who stole the neighbor's motorcycle and escaped and was caught by the traffic police."
Wu Yu's eyes moved slightly, and he saw Bu Chonghua put down Nian Xiaoping's cold hand and pulled the body bag back on.
"Then, then you don't really believe the confession of the skeleton killing, do you?" Cai Lin still hesitated: "The process of committing the crime is too ridiculous..."
"Cai Lin, you have to remember one thing." Bu Chonghua said: "A lot of the witnesses' confessions are very different from the facts, but they only describe the truth from another angle."
Cai Lin's expression was even more confused: "That is to say--"
"Step team, step team!" At this time, Liao Gang walked from a distance with one foot shallowly and said loudly: "I asked the Caiying District Police Station to bring the witnesses over to identify the scene. Now the people have arrived!"
Several of them turned their heads and looked at the same time, only to see a police car parked on a rocky beach by the river bank. Captain Xing Da personally took two auxiliary policemen to escort a young man, tore him out of the car and went far here. Come.
"That's He Xingxing, it doesn't look high, right? It's only two months before the eighteenth." Liao Gang shook his head and said, "Fortunately, I heard from the police station in Xiaogang Village that this kid will probably be a man in the future. The master who wants to'go up the mountain' cannot hold him in the detention center...
As soon as the voice fell, the young man suddenly staggered, saw the corpse on the iron frame by the police car, and stopped.
"Why? Let's go!" The auxiliary police scolded impatiently.
"...Year...year..." He Xingxing murmured a few notes in his mouth, suddenly hugged his head and yelled, rolling back and forth: "Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!"
His scream was quite miserable. Everyone in the surrounding open space looked away, and even Captain Xing was anxious: "What are you doing? Stop me!"
"It wasn't me! Not me!"
"Stop, don't move!"
"It's not me! There's a ghost! Ah, ah, ah, don't come, don't come!" The two auxiliary policemen couldn't catch He Xingxing alone. The thin boy was so frightened that he was strangled and rolled his eyes and his face was full. Panicked and ferocious: "It's a ghost! It's a ghost! Ah, ah, forgive me! Forgive me! Ah, ah, ah—"
Sad screams lingered on the scene for a long time, everyone looked at each other.
"Fuck me," Liao Gang was also shocked: "What should I do now?"
"Return to the car and let Old Zheng and the others watch." Bu Chonghua made a decisive decision and said, "Cai Lin, you will try him yourself."
"So you mean, a dead human skeleton came out of the grass, and you watched it kill Nian Xiaoping with a knife?!"
Half an hour later, in the police car of the police station, Cai Lin raised his voice, and the oppressive interrogation smashed every word on the face of the opposite boy.
He Xingxing is black and thin, with both hands poking out the sleeves like two dead branches, nervously holding together, his head full of natural curly hair, don’t know how long it has not been washed, it has dried up and his eyes are wide. Void, staring straight at the dust floating in the air in the carriage.
His face was black and gray and red, and there was a piece of gauze on his forehead, and dried blood stains faintly showed on the edge, making his sluggish eyes particularly scary.
Bu Chonghua stood outside the opened car window and raised his chin inward, his tail faintly displeased: "What's the matter?"
As soon as the voice fell, several police officers from the police station cried out at the same time: "It really has nothing to do with us!" "He did it himself!" "I can't clear it by jumping into the Yellow River!..."
"The homicide is a minor underage, and I dare not go through all kinds of methods. It's like this kid himself had an attack of rabies." Captain Xing explained with a grimace, "You didn't see the energy, our team Little Zhang can't ask too much. "How could the skeleton move?" After that, the kid went crazy immediately. He swears and kneels down to beg for mercy and hits the car window by himself. If I didn’t rush in and stop him quickly, he could Give us a kneeling peg on the spot!"
Nearby, a policeman whispered: "Let's do it..." There were several stares around him.
Bu Chonghua said indifferently: "You go to the next door and ask a Chinese opera graduate to try if you can act so real?"
The policeman shrank his neck and dared not speak.
"I didn't lie, I didn't lie, I didn't kill it..." He Xingxing grabbed his hair forcefully, dandruff fell down like snow flakes, and his chapped lips couldn't help trembling: "It really wasn't I killed, it was a ghost. It's a ghost, why don't you believe that there are ghosts in this world!..."
Cai Lin interrupted him mercilessly: "On May 2nd, at ten o'clock that night, you waited at the entrance of the assembly plant until Nian Xiaoping, and you took the bus home together, and got off at ten and forty until the incident occurred. No one has seen you both. Why did you pick her up that night?"
"I didn't, not me, I..."
"I asked you why you wanted to pick her up that night!"
"I like her!" He Xingxing roared hoarsely: "Because we are playing friends! I didn't kill her!"
"No one can prove your relationship." Cai Lin opened the thick interview transcript in front of him, turned a few pages, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Nian Xiaoping is a junior high school student, innocent, naive, pure, and innocent. And you are a small bastard who quit school, fights and steals protection fees. The owner of your convenience store downstairs has already testified that you bought a box of condoms at his house a week before the crime. Why? Huh?"
"I just……"
"Just what? Say, what do you want to do to her when you buy a condom?!"
He Xingxing roared: "It's really not me, I didn't do anything!"
The two looked at each other for a long while, Cai Lin's eyes were like swords, and the boy's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.
"Maybe you just didn't do it in person." Cai Lin said slowly under He Xingxing's desperate gaze. "The workers in the same workshop as Nian Xiaoping testified. She mentioned more than once that she wanted to save money to take her mother out of the city and return to her hometown. , This means that she is likely to break up with you. Maybe you just want to teach her a lesson, maybe you find someone else or a buddy, but you didn’t expect Nian Xiaoping to die. In desperation, you stole a neighbor’s motorcycle The car, but it was thrown into the net on the highway..."
With a bang, the handcuffs banged, and all the veins on He Xingxing's neck burst out: "I said it wasn't me! It wasn't me!! I didn't find anyone, and I don't want to kill her, please believe me!! Please believe-- "
"Then tell me the truth about that night." Cai Lin leaned back indifferently: "Don't talk to me about skull murder. What have you seen, whether you have any concerns, let me be honest. Otherwise, you are the biggest murder case and the only suspect."
The surroundings solidified for a long time, and several eyes inside and outside the car stared at He Xingxing.
The boy's crazy hoarse whisper finally slowly seeped out:
"...I saw a skeleton, it's a skeleton, with white bones on his face and hands, and white bones on his legs..."
"Damn!" Everyone was frustrated at the same time, and Liao Gang swore on the door with a fist, "Fuck!"
How can the trial go on with a mouth full of skull bones?
Cai Lin's expression inside didn't freeze either. From the perspective of his mouth, he probably cursed Juniang silently: "Didn't you say that the murderer was wearing a black long dress and trousers. Where can I see the white bones on his legs? Why don't you fucking fuck?!"
"It's really a skeleton, the head is so big... so big..." He Xingxing was already completely nervous, pulling his hair fiercely one after another, shaking and saying to himself: "Why is there Ghost? Why are there ghosts in this world? Why don't you believe me? Why don't you believe me?..."
"I'm the real damn hell!" Liao Gang said angrily: "I think this kid is a suspect with eight achievements. What should I do with the boss now? Do a mental appraisal?"
Bu Chonghua didn't know what he was thinking, and he exhaled for a while. This movement made his shoulders loose slightly, and the outline of his shoulder and back muscles under the stiff shirt disappeared.
"Not necessarily," he finally said.
Liao Gang thought he had heard it wrong: "What?"
"He Xingxing, a gangster who is accustomed to dealing with the police, even if he really wants to kill, he would not make up such a lie that he can put it through. It is more likely to use the excuses of robbery to kill or fall into the water, so I tend to What he really saw, the characteristics of the image representing the skeleton left him a deep impression, and caused a short-term memory impairment in the panic-in other words, PTSD."
Wu Yu was carrying a few bags of physical evidence and passed by from a short distance. He suddenly heard something and stopped.
"PTSD?" A policeman from the police station happened to ask.
"Post-traumatic stress disorder, also called war neurosis." Bu Chonghua caught a glimpse of Wu Yu from the reflection of the car window, but ignored it: "It refers to the psychology that people usually experience after homicide, war, and tragic accident. The sequelae, including memory disorder, palpitations, nightmares, emotional dissociation, obsessive-compulsive disorder, constantly recalling the most painful and fearful scenes...There is also a situation that there is not much research in China at present, because the victim does not perform when the accident first occurs I have to panic and fear, even experienced criminal investigators can’t see the signs of psychological trauma, but their hidden symptoms will intensify over time. Such silent and introverted victims are the most dangerous, and everyone feels that they have They have resumed their normal lives, but in fact their inner fears and despair have become more and more serious. They may suddenly develop suicidal tendencies after many years, and may even suddenly change from victims to perpetrators due to psychological imbalance."
A circle of young policemen around seemed to understand.
Only Liao Gang looked at Bu Chonghua and seemed to remember something suddenly, as if he was about to interrupt, and then fell silent.
"He Xingxing’s situation is a typical memory disorder-type stress disorder. After two days of fermentation, the trauma has allowed him to subconsciously tamper with and exaggerate his memory, and also magnify the most terrifying part of his experience. So he will now say the murderer Wearing black clothes and pants, he said for a while that the murderer’s limbs were all white bones, which was the result of the intertwining of his subconscious fears and fantasy with real memories."
"Then what star is now insane?" The young policeman who asked the question scratched his chin and frowned: "This kid looks at someone who is not so weak. The murderer didn't hurt him. He just witnessed the murder Can you be scared?"
"Shut up for me!" Liao Gang scolded: "What kind of mental illness, whether there is any professional quality, everything is mentally ill——"
"PTSD is not the same as a lunatic, nor is it worthy of shame. It has nothing to do with weakness or hypocrisy, but a natural reaction after experiencing trauma." Bu Chonghua interrupted coldly, "Even the toughest fighter on the battlefield can be. With PTSD, you will never realize the harsh things that others have experienced, so don’t make judgments lightly."
The little policeman had just graduated, and he stood upright after being frightened. He whispered and could not speak: "Yes...yes..."
Liao Gang was about to scold him, but Bu Chonghua turned his head blankly.
At this moment, he suddenly saw Wu Yu, who was reflected in the car window, tilted his head slightly to this side, with a fascinating expression, as if he was listening intently.
--What's up with him?
Bu Chonghua frowned and turned back, and the two suddenly collided. Wu Yu regained his senses, immediately lowered his eyes and turned away.
His walking posture is actually a bit unnatural, probably because the back injury is still very painful.
"..." Bu Chonghua watched that thin back hurriedly left, and a very strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.
But that was only a momentary thing, Cai Lin Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng ran out of the car: "Boss, what should I do now?"
Everyone present had nothing to do, staring at the trembling stars curled up in the car. Bu Chonghua came back to his senses, and said, "Well", "You can let He Xingxing draw a picture of the murderer he saw. The only thing that hasn't changed in his confession is the head of the murderer. Therefore, the point of stress disorder is likely to fall on this. Tell him that you don’t need to care about the limbs. The key is to draw the skull’s head. As long as you can draw the police, you can trust him."
Cai Lin was also helpless, and for the time being he could only act as a doctor: "Yes!"
Dozens of policemen came to the scene of the river embankment, digging and measuring, and picking up stones. The scene was very busy. Cai Lin sent the little policeman to go to the mark and ask for paper and pen, and sent him back to the police car to give He Xingxing. After a long while, he saw the boy's dull black eyes round his white eye sockets.
For some reason, Cai Lin felt that he had seen the despair of death row prisoners in those eyes.
"Boss, do you think this kid is really good?" Liao Gang asked in a low voice, "He has been like this for 20 minutes, or else he should be brought back to the bureau and locked up for a slow trial?"
Since the clerk handed paper and pen just now, He Xingxing only drew one stroke--not so much as "drawing" one stroke, but rather a slash with all his strength on the paper, covering the splint. The paper broke, and then he threw down the pen with a slap, shaking his face, and never changed his posture.
Bu Chonghua stared at the boy's every move in the car window, and after considering it for a moment, he said: "Tell Cai Lin to give him a cigarette." The first 999 novel https://www.999xs.com https://m.999xs.com
The policeman ran into the car to pass a message, Cai Lin lit a cigarette and passed it: "Hey."
He Xingxing does not move.
"Hello!" Cai Lin shouted, trying to remove his face covering his face.
He Xingxing shivered like an electric shock.
Cai Lin became a little impatient: "Relax! Just draw whatever you think of, and come back to the game if you don't think of it. Anyway, you..."
"Don't touch me!" He Xingxing almost jumped up as if suddenly touching a certain mechanism, waving his hands frantically and leaning back: "Don't touch me, don't touch me, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts—"
There was a loud bang, the boy fell to the ground with his chair backwards, everyone inside and outside the car changed color at the same time!
Cai Lin suddenly got up: "Boss!"
Before the voice was over, the door of the car was pulled open, and strode in step by step. In the corner, the two clerks immediately got up and called Bu Detachment, but Bu Chonghua turned a deaf ear to him. He pulled the boy from the ground, and ignoring his harsh crying resistance, pushed directly into the chair and held it down, and shouted, "What star!"
These three words were like thunder and explosion, and He Xingxing responded with a great shock, and then the pen and paper were re-photographed before his eyes.
"Didn't you say there are ghosts?" Bu Chonghua stared directly at the young boy's eye sockets, his eyes could almost penetrate into his brain through the retina, and he dug out the brain with red bands and whites from his skull: "Since you said yes, Just draw it and show it to me. Don’t be afraid of not being able to draw it or no one believes it, even if only a few strokes are clues to our investigation, you don’t want to avenge the unjustly killed Nian Xiaoping?
He Xingxing's chapped lips trembled.
"She died in the wilderness, and you didn't dare to come to the city bureau to report the crime. The physical evidence on the scene was destroyed for more than 30 hours before she was waiting for the police who could avenge her. Are you still a man? !"
"...But," He Xingxing's already big eyes were almost completely blood red: "but they don't believe...they don't believe..."
"I believe in you." The police car was silent, only listening to Bu Chonghua staring at the boy's pupils one word at a time: "I know you are scared, and you start to have nightmares as soon as you close your eyes. A terrifying picture. I know that you hate yourself for being incompetent and can't save her. I also hate that no one can ask for help at that time. Nian Xiaoping's ghost will come and drive you into a madman at any time."
"But I also know that you like her, you can't be a murderer."
Bu Chonghua pushed the cardboard inch by inch in front of He Xingxing's crimson stare, and said: "I believe you. Only by drawing the ghost can you save Nian Xiaoping and yourself."
Tears rolled down from the corners of He Xing's eyes, but he couldn't cry. Every bone in his body seemed to be shaking. The police car was so quiet inside and outside that you could hear a needle falling on the ground, everyone closed their breaths, Bu Chonghua just stared at him like this, slowly let go of his hand and stepped back.
"It... its head..." Finally the cry of He Xingxing's change of tone slowly penetrated: "Its head is very big..."
Bu Chonghua made a look, Cai Lin quickly picked up the pen and handed it over.
"Its eyes are two holes, its nose is a hole, its teeth...the teeth are black..."
Under the eyes of everyone, He Xingxing finally drew a few awkward lines on the paper, and the exaggerated and deformed human skull gradually appeared on the white paper.
"It's bulging from the top of the head, very bulging, very bulging..."
"Is it hair?" Bu Chonghua's voice was horribly stable, and asked: "Is it the hair or something else that bulges from the top of his head?"
"Top of your head...top of your head..." He Xingxing muttered in a daze.
His eyes passed through the air, as if returning to the nightmare rainy night. Thousands of rain lines ran through the world, and the whole world was a deafening roar; he fell into the muddy water, using his hands and feet madly, and using his hind legs, he was drowned in the torrential rain with a loud scream, and only the skeleton was high. Raise the blade high--
Let me go! I do not want to see! I do not want to see! There was a voice in his head begging frantically.
But then a stronger, more shocking voice resounded in my ears: "She died in the wilderness, and you dare not report the crime, are you still a man?"
"I know you like her, don't you want to save her?!"
"Don't you want to save her? Don't you want to save yourself?!"
He Xingxing’s pupils tightened like needles—he saw the train passing by the track in the rain in the distance, and the bright yellow light flashed, as if the camera shutter had frozen the moment deeply.
"No...not hair," He Xingxing said hoarsely: "It's a hat...Yes..."
As if suddenly caught a thread of spider silk from the void, He Xingxing tremblingly grabbed the paper and drew a few strokes: "It's a round hat! It's two hats made of bones!!"
Bang!
With the car door wide open, Bu Chonghua walked out quickly and chopped his hand to shove the portrait to Liao Gang who was the first to greet him: "Bring He Xingxing back to the Nancheng Sub-bureau. Ask the sketching expert from the Criminal Investigation Bureau's Crime Research Office to come and interrogate this The sketch is refined."
"Yes!"
Bu Chonghua kept walking, striding to the distant scene. Everyone in the open space was busy collecting evidence back and forth, and saw that he slapped his palm twice, and everyone stopped what they were doing and stood up and looked at him awe-inspiringly.
"Notify the salvage team to carry out screening on both sides of the Sili River and downstream basins, to see if the serum chlorine penetration test in the key areas can be done, and to find clues to the suspected murderer and murder weapon as much as possible. At the same time, the Hydrographic Bureau is requested to assist in the retrieval. Regional precipitation statistics and river water regime reports on the day of the incident, if possible, try to produce a map of the city’s water network distribution."
The surrounding river was silent, he said, and the people underneath would remember it.
"The victim Nian Xiaoping and the informant He Xingxing’s family, school, and social relations, as well as everyone, everything, and all money exchanges involved during their relationship will be investigated and sorted out one by one, with emphasis on verifying Nian Xiaoping’s school The remarks of the teacher, colleagues at the working place, and the doorman of the assembly plant. In addition, I visited the driver and passengers on the bus that the two took on the night of the incident, and tried to restore the period after Nian Xiaoping left the factory and before the two got off the bus. All the details in time."
"In addition," Bu Chonghua turned to the police station forensic doctor, who immediately greeted him, just listening to him: "You don't need to send the victim to the funeral home for anatomy, just send it to the branch office and hand it over to the technical team."
The forensic doctor was relieved and nodded quickly: "What else do you want to order?"
Bu Chonghua turned around and glanced in the direction of the police car not far away.
——Leave the scene to the technical investigation. There is nothing to do with the field work. The detachment's criminal police took the notes and materials on the scene, and were rushing to pack up their things to drive back. Wu Yu was stopped by Director Wang of the technical team and asked him to follow He raised his head alone and the other raised his feet, and lifted the iron bed with the corpse into the car.
The weight of the iron frame bed is not light, and the back door of the technical team cart is high. Just as Wu Yu lifted the foot of the bed, his back suddenly seemed to be drawn by lightning. Under the excitement of severe pain, he swayed his shoulders back, even protruding obvious butterfly bones. .
Director Wang panted and asked, Wu Yu shook his head, probably without explanation.
"...Nothing." Bu Chonghua said lightly.
Forensic: "...Huh?"
Bu Chonghua didn't say much, and strode towards his jeep: "Receive the team in the field and leave!"
"Post-traumatic stress disorder, also called war neurosis, is a natural response after trauma..."
"It's not a lunatic, and it's not worthy of shame. Even the toughest fighter on the battlefield may suffer from PTSD. You will never realize the harsh things that others have experienced, so don't make judgments lightly."
...
Wu Yu faced the back door of the blue-and-white forensic car, turned his back to the crowd, lowered his head and trembling slightly, lit up a cigarette.
Suddenly, someone behind him shouted: "Hey, Little Wu!"
Wu Yu was shocked, and saw Director Wang wipe the sweat from his smooth forehead, came over and took out a half-pack of hard Chinese and forced him to give him a smile, and asked with a smile, "Will you be busy? A physical evidence, go out to have a meal with the technical team in the evening?"
The boss of the technical team, Wang Jiuling, known as the old king next door, likes digging walls most in his life, and especially likes digging young police officers with good looks and good looks in various departments. This great god is very famous in the public security system of Jinhai City, because from criminal investigation and anti-drug to anti-pornography, from riot police to scripture protection office, except for Bu Chonghua, who has come to BGM with the god of death, he has never dug. Cao Cao Cao Cao-According to his own words: "Initially there is a shortage of technical posts. If you don't dig a little to support the facade, what does Lao Tzu use to deceive fresh graduates?"
Wu Yu responded vaguely, and Director Wang was very happy: "Young people are motivated! Okay! I tell you Little Wu, our technical team has liked you for a long time, our welfare is high, the salary is good, the work is enriched and the leadership is gentle, and I hang on to your team all day It’s totally different to walk with a donkey face..."
Beep!
The car horn buzzed twice, and Director Wang's expression changed. He only heard the loud voice of "that surnamed Bu" not far away: "Wu Yu!"
Wu Yu turned his head suddenly and saw Bu Chonghua sitting in the semi-open door of the SUV police car, his shirt cuffs on his elbows, a strong long leg resting on the ground, and he patted the co-driver.
"I said that the morning's business is not over yet. I'll clean up you on the way back. Forgot?" He glanced at the old Wang next door with a strong gaze, and he couldn't help but said, "Come here!"
As the zipper was pulled down, the body bag made a slight rubbing sound and dropped onto the iron frame bed.
Nian Xiaoping's pupilless eyes were gray and black, and suddenly jumped into Wu Yu's eyes.
"Scared, brother?" Suddenly someone beside him smiled and asked.
When Wu Yu looked up, he thought it was a policeman, but when he took a closer look, he saw that the funeral home driver who had come from the police station's forensic car was bored with his head out of the car window, and he smiled and talked to him.
Although the Caiying District Police Station is a big one, it is considered to be the poorer one among the first-level police stations because of its remote jurisdiction. It has been said that a new type of dissection room will be built for several years, but it has not been built until now. The forensic doctor would have to find a driver from the funeral home to pull the corpse, and then take the box and follow the car to the funeral home for an autopsy.
There were not hundreds or dozens of corpses pulled by the driver. They were already familiar with them. At the scene of the murder case, they couldn’t get out of the car and walk around. After all, they were very happy to catch someone and chat with them: "Hey, brother, you said one. Son, why are you afraid of seeing dead people, haven't you seen it?"
Wu Yu smiled bitterly: "I have seen it."
"Hey, then you just don't see enough! Like me, I've dealt with this all day long. I have long felt like watching frozen meat. It's okay to pull the cart alone in the middle of the night!" The driver waved his hand triumphantly and asked: "Then how many dead people have been seen by policemen like you?"
"……a lot of."
"How many are many?" The driver nodded with his thumb: "I've seen a camp! There are all kinds of them! How about you?"
"...A army."
"Huh?" The driver was shocked: "Are you bragging?"
Wu Yu was noncommittal.
"Then you have seen so many, are you afraid of Mao?"
"The more you get, the more afraid."
"What, what do you mean?"
The driver was puzzled, but Wu Yu only pulled the corners of his mouth flatly while he stared: "The more you see, the more you know that it is not a pool of frozen meat, but a person. How can you not be afraid?"
The driver is full of expressions in the clouds and mist you are talking about.
Wu Yu didn't explain much, and waved his hand mockingly: "It's me who is going back." Then he closed the zipper of the body bag.
——At this moment, a hand stretched out from behind, grabbed his wrist and went down, in this posture, forcing him to fully open the body bag again.
Wu Yu raised his head, but Bu Chonghua turned out to be beside him.
Seeing that the leader was coming, the driver immediately drew back into the cab with a grin, but he didn't forget to give Wu Yu a sympathetic look. That meant that the leader was caught by the leader.
However, Bu Chonghua didn't seem to hear him chatting with the driver, and called out, "Cai Lin."
Cai Lin sighed, and secretly rushed to Wu Yu, winking and making him hurry.
"——You don't go," Bu Chonghua looked like long eyes behind his head and suddenly commanded without looking back.
Wu Yu had to stand beside the corpse.
"I said He Xingxing is unlikely to be the murderer because of this wound." Wearing gloves, Bu Chonghua gently opened the concealed placket of Nian Xiaoping's chest, pointed at the rotten incision above the heart, and saw the surrounding area. The skin and flesh were gray and swollen, washed away by the rain without blood stains, and exuded an extremely strong and indescribable smell.
"The murder weapon pierced down from the gap between the ribs and took the heart straight. It is about 3.5 cm long and 7.5 cm deep. From the shape of it, it should be a double-edged weapon. The double-edged knife is very easy to cause smallness in the stab. Scars, but the deceased’s skin did not have tentative wounds, resistance wounds, or scratches caused by struggling to block. There were no traces of conditioned reflex on the inner and outer sides of the hands and arms. The cloth of the clothes had a smooth break and the periphery was intact. what?"
Cai Lin listened earnestly, but Wu Yu didn't say a word.
"--First of all, Nian Xiaoping was indeed killed by a single blow without any precautions and possibly stunned. Secondly, the murderer was very skilled and powerful, and the mental quality of the murder was extremely high. It could not be an afterthought. The gangster who stole the neighbor's motorcycle and escaped and was caught by the traffic police."
Wu Yu's eyes moved slightly, and he saw Bu Chonghua put down Nian Xiaoping's cold hand and pulled the body bag back on.
"Then, then you don't really believe the confession of the skeleton killing, do you?" Cai Lin still hesitated: "The process of committing the crime is too ridiculous..."
"Cai Lin, you have to remember one thing." Bu Chonghua said: "A lot of the witnesses' confessions are very different from the facts, but they only describe the truth from another angle."
Cai Lin's expression was even more confused: "That is to say--"
"Step team, step team!" At this time, Liao Gang walked from a distance with one foot shallowly and said loudly: "I asked the Caiying District Police Station to bring the witnesses over to identify the scene. Now the people have arrived!"
Several of them turned their heads and looked at the same time, only to see a police car parked on a rocky beach by the river bank. Captain Xing Da personally took two auxiliary policemen to escort a young man, tore him out of the car and went far here. Come.
"That's He Xingxing, it doesn't look high, right? It's only two months before the eighteenth." Liao Gang shook his head and said, "Fortunately, I heard from the police station in Xiaogang Village that this kid will probably be a man in the future. The master who wants to'go up the mountain' cannot hold him in the detention center...
As soon as the voice fell, the young man suddenly staggered, saw the corpse on the iron frame by the police car, and stopped.
"Why? Let's go!" The auxiliary police scolded impatiently.
"...Year...year..." He Xingxing murmured a few notes in his mouth, suddenly hugged his head and yelled, rolling back and forth: "Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!"
His scream was quite miserable. Everyone in the surrounding open space looked away, and even Captain Xing was anxious: "What are you doing? Stop me!"
"It wasn't me! Not me!"
"Stop, don't move!"
"It's not me! There's a ghost! Ah, ah, ah, don't come, don't come!" The two auxiliary policemen couldn't catch He Xingxing alone. The thin boy was so frightened that he was strangled and rolled his eyes and his face was full. Panicked and ferocious: "It's a ghost! It's a ghost! Ah, ah, forgive me! Forgive me! Ah, ah, ah—"
Sad screams lingered on the scene for a long time, everyone looked at each other.
"Fuck me," Liao Gang was also shocked: "What should I do now?"
"Return to the car and let Old Zheng and the others watch." Bu Chonghua made a decisive decision and said, "Cai Lin, you will try him yourself."
"So you mean, a dead human skeleton came out of the grass, and you watched it kill Nian Xiaoping with a knife?!"
Half an hour later, in the police car of the police station, Cai Lin raised his voice, and the oppressive interrogation smashed every word on the face of the opposite boy.
He Xingxing is black and thin, with both hands poking out the sleeves like two dead branches, nervously holding together, his head full of natural curly hair, don’t know how long it has not been washed, it has dried up and his eyes are wide. Void, staring straight at the dust floating in the air in the carriage.
His face was black and gray and red, and there was a piece of gauze on his forehead, and dried blood stains faintly showed on the edge, making his sluggish eyes particularly scary.
Bu Chonghua stood outside the opened car window and raised his chin inward, his tail faintly displeased: "What's the matter?"
As soon as the voice fell, several police officers from the police station cried out at the same time: "It really has nothing to do with us!" "He did it himself!" "I can't clear it by jumping into the Yellow River!..."
"The homicide is a minor underage, and I dare not go through all kinds of methods. It's like this kid himself had an attack of rabies." Captain Xing explained with a grimace, "You didn't see the energy, our team Little Zhang can't ask too much. "How could the skeleton move?" After that, the kid went crazy immediately. He swears and kneels down to beg for mercy and hits the car window by himself. If I didn’t rush in and stop him quickly, he could Give us a kneeling peg on the spot!"
Nearby, a policeman whispered: "Let's do it..." There were several stares around him.
Bu Chonghua said indifferently: "You go to the next door and ask a Chinese opera graduate to try if you can act so real?"
The policeman shrank his neck and dared not speak.
"I didn't lie, I didn't lie, I didn't kill it..." He Xingxing grabbed his hair forcefully, dandruff fell down like snow flakes, and his chapped lips couldn't help trembling: "It really wasn't I killed, it was a ghost. It's a ghost, why don't you believe that there are ghosts in this world!..."
Cai Lin interrupted him mercilessly: "On May 2nd, at ten o'clock that night, you waited at the entrance of the assembly plant until Nian Xiaoping, and you took the bus home together, and got off at ten and forty until the incident occurred. No one has seen you both. Why did you pick her up that night?"
"I didn't, not me, I..."
"I asked you why you wanted to pick her up that night!"
"I like her!" He Xingxing roared hoarsely: "Because we are playing friends! I didn't kill her!"
"No one can prove your relationship." Cai Lin opened the thick interview transcript in front of him, turned a few pages, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Nian Xiaoping is a junior high school student, innocent, naive, pure, and innocent. And you are a small bastard who quit school, fights and steals protection fees. The owner of your convenience store downstairs has already testified that you bought a box of condoms at his house a week before the crime. Why? Huh?"
"I just……"
"Just what? Say, what do you want to do to her when you buy a condom?!"
He Xingxing roared: "It's really not me, I didn't do anything!"
The two looked at each other for a long while, Cai Lin's eyes were like swords, and the boy's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.
"Maybe you just didn't do it in person." Cai Lin said slowly under He Xingxing's desperate gaze. "The workers in the same workshop as Nian Xiaoping testified. She mentioned more than once that she wanted to save money to take her mother out of the city and return to her hometown. , This means that she is likely to break up with you. Maybe you just want to teach her a lesson, maybe you find someone else or a buddy, but you didn’t expect Nian Xiaoping to die. In desperation, you stole a neighbor’s motorcycle The car, but it was thrown into the net on the highway..."
With a bang, the handcuffs banged, and all the veins on He Xingxing's neck burst out: "I said it wasn't me! It wasn't me!! I didn't find anyone, and I don't want to kill her, please believe me!! Please believe-- "
"Then tell me the truth about that night." Cai Lin leaned back indifferently: "Don't talk to me about skull murder. What have you seen, whether you have any concerns, let me be honest. Otherwise, you are the biggest murder case and the only suspect."
The surroundings solidified for a long time, and several eyes inside and outside the car stared at He Xingxing.
The boy's crazy hoarse whisper finally slowly seeped out:
"...I saw a skeleton, it's a skeleton, with white bones on his face and hands, and white bones on his legs..."
"Damn!" Everyone was frustrated at the same time, and Liao Gang swore on the door with a fist, "Fuck!"
How can the trial go on with a mouth full of skull bones?
Cai Lin's expression inside didn't freeze either. From the perspective of his mouth, he probably cursed Juniang silently: "Didn't you say that the murderer was wearing a black long dress and trousers. Where can I see the white bones on his legs? Why don't you fucking fuck?!"
"It's really a skeleton, the head is so big... so big..." He Xingxing was already completely nervous, pulling his hair fiercely one after another, shaking and saying to himself: "Why is there Ghost? Why are there ghosts in this world? Why don't you believe me? Why don't you believe me?..."
"I'm the real damn hell!" Liao Gang said angrily: "I think this kid is a suspect with eight achievements. What should I do with the boss now? Do a mental appraisal?"
Bu Chonghua didn't know what he was thinking, and he exhaled for a while. This movement made his shoulders loose slightly, and the outline of his shoulder and back muscles under the stiff shirt disappeared.
"Not necessarily," he finally said.
Liao Gang thought he had heard it wrong: "What?"
"He Xingxing, a gangster who is accustomed to dealing with the police, even if he really wants to kill, he would not make up such a lie that he can put it through. It is more likely to use the excuses of robbery to kill or fall into the water, so I tend to What he really saw, the characteristics of the image representing the skeleton left him a deep impression, and caused a short-term memory impairment in the panic-in other words, PTSD."
Wu Yu was carrying a few bags of physical evidence and passed by from a short distance. He suddenly heard something and stopped.
"PTSD?" A policeman from the police station happened to ask.
"Post-traumatic stress disorder, also called war neurosis." Bu Chonghua caught a glimpse of Wu Yu from the reflection of the car window, but ignored it: "It refers to the psychology that people usually experience after homicide, war, and tragic accident. The sequelae, including memory disorder, palpitations, nightmares, emotional dissociation, obsessive-compulsive disorder, constantly recalling the most painful and fearful scenes...There is also a situation that there is not much research in China at present, because the victim does not perform when the accident first occurs I have to panic and fear, even experienced criminal investigators can’t see the signs of psychological trauma, but their hidden symptoms will intensify over time. Such silent and introverted victims are the most dangerous, and everyone feels that they have They have resumed their normal lives, but in fact their inner fears and despair have become more and more serious. They may suddenly develop suicidal tendencies after many years, and may even suddenly change from victims to perpetrators due to psychological imbalance."
A circle of young policemen around seemed to understand.
Only Liao Gang looked at Bu Chonghua and seemed to remember something suddenly, as if he was about to interrupt, and then fell silent.
"He Xingxing’s situation is a typical memory disorder-type stress disorder. After two days of fermentation, the trauma has allowed him to subconsciously tamper with and exaggerate his memory, and also magnify the most terrifying part of his experience. So he will now say the murderer Wearing black clothes and pants, he said for a while that the murderer’s limbs were all white bones, which was the result of the intertwining of his subconscious fears and fantasy with real memories."
"Then what star is now insane?" The young policeman who asked the question scratched his chin and frowned: "This kid looks at someone who is not so weak. The murderer didn't hurt him. He just witnessed the murder Can you be scared?"
"Shut up for me!" Liao Gang scolded: "What kind of mental illness, whether there is any professional quality, everything is mentally ill——"
"PTSD is not the same as a lunatic, nor is it worthy of shame. It has nothing to do with weakness or hypocrisy, but a natural reaction after experiencing trauma." Bu Chonghua interrupted coldly, "Even the toughest fighter on the battlefield can be. With PTSD, you will never realize the harsh things that others have experienced, so don’t make judgments lightly."
The little policeman had just graduated, and he stood upright after being frightened. He whispered and could not speak: "Yes...yes..."
Liao Gang was about to scold him, but Bu Chonghua turned his head blankly.
At this moment, he suddenly saw Wu Yu, who was reflected in the car window, tilted his head slightly to this side, with a fascinating expression, as if he was listening intently.
--What's up with him?
Bu Chonghua frowned and turned back, and the two suddenly collided. Wu Yu regained his senses, immediately lowered his eyes and turned away.
His walking posture is actually a bit unnatural, probably because the back injury is still very painful.
"..." Bu Chonghua watched that thin back hurriedly left, and a very strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.
But that was only a momentary thing, Cai Lin Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng ran out of the car: "Boss, what should I do now?"
Everyone present had nothing to do, staring at the trembling stars curled up in the car. Bu Chonghua came back to his senses, and said, "Well", "You can let He Xingxing draw a picture of the murderer he saw. The only thing that hasn't changed in his confession is the head of the murderer. Therefore, the point of stress disorder is likely to fall on this. Tell him that you don’t need to care about the limbs. The key is to draw the skull’s head. As long as you can draw the police, you can trust him."
Cai Lin was also helpless, and for the time being he could only act as a doctor: "Yes!"
Dozens of policemen came to the scene of the river embankment, digging and measuring, and picking up stones. The scene was very busy. Cai Lin sent the little policeman to go to the mark and ask for paper and pen, and sent him back to the police car to give He Xingxing. After a long while, he saw the boy's dull black eyes round his white eye sockets.
For some reason, Cai Lin felt that he had seen the despair of death row prisoners in those eyes.
"Boss, do you think this kid is really good?" Liao Gang asked in a low voice, "He has been like this for 20 minutes, or else he should be brought back to the bureau and locked up for a slow trial?"
Since the clerk handed paper and pen just now, He Xingxing only drew one stroke--not so much as "drawing" one stroke, but rather a slash with all his strength on the paper, covering the splint. The paper broke, and then he threw down the pen with a slap, shaking his face, and never changed his posture.
Bu Chonghua stared at the boy's every move in the car window, and after considering it for a moment, he said: "Tell Cai Lin to give him a cigarette." The first 999 novel https://www.999xs.com https://m.999xs.com
The policeman ran into the car to pass a message, Cai Lin lit a cigarette and passed it: "Hey."
He Xingxing does not move.
"Hello!" Cai Lin shouted, trying to remove his face covering his face.
He Xingxing shivered like an electric shock.
Cai Lin became a little impatient: "Relax! Just draw whatever you think of, and come back to the game if you don't think of it. Anyway, you..."
"Don't touch me!" He Xingxing almost jumped up as if suddenly touching a certain mechanism, waving his hands frantically and leaning back: "Don't touch me, don't touch me, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts—"
There was a loud bang, the boy fell to the ground with his chair backwards, everyone inside and outside the car changed color at the same time!
Cai Lin suddenly got up: "Boss!"
Before the voice was over, the door of the car was pulled open, and strode in step by step. In the corner, the two clerks immediately got up and called Bu Detachment, but Bu Chonghua turned a deaf ear to him. He pulled the boy from the ground, and ignoring his harsh crying resistance, pushed directly into the chair and held it down, and shouted, "What star!"
These three words were like thunder and explosion, and He Xingxing responded with a great shock, and then the pen and paper were re-photographed before his eyes.
"Didn't you say there are ghosts?" Bu Chonghua stared directly at the young boy's eye sockets, his eyes could almost penetrate into his brain through the retina, and he dug out the brain with red bands and whites from his skull: "Since you said yes, Just draw it and show it to me. Don’t be afraid of not being able to draw it or no one believes it, even if only a few strokes are clues to our investigation, you don’t want to avenge the unjustly killed Nian Xiaoping?
He Xingxing's chapped lips trembled.
"She died in the wilderness, and you didn't dare to come to the city bureau to report the crime. The physical evidence on the scene was destroyed for more than 30 hours before she was waiting for the police who could avenge her. Are you still a man? !"
"...But," He Xingxing's already big eyes were almost completely blood red: "but they don't believe...they don't believe..."
"I believe in you." The police car was silent, only listening to Bu Chonghua staring at the boy's pupils one word at a time: "I know you are scared, and you start to have nightmares as soon as you close your eyes. A terrifying picture. I know that you hate yourself for being incompetent and can't save her. I also hate that no one can ask for help at that time. Nian Xiaoping's ghost will come and drive you into a madman at any time."
"But I also know that you like her, you can't be a murderer."
Bu Chonghua pushed the cardboard inch by inch in front of He Xingxing's crimson stare, and said: "I believe you. Only by drawing the ghost can you save Nian Xiaoping and yourself."
Tears rolled down from the corners of He Xing's eyes, but he couldn't cry. Every bone in his body seemed to be shaking. The police car was so quiet inside and outside that you could hear a needle falling on the ground, everyone closed their breaths, Bu Chonghua just stared at him like this, slowly let go of his hand and stepped back.
"It... its head..." Finally the cry of He Xingxing's change of tone slowly penetrated: "Its head is very big..."
Bu Chonghua made a look, Cai Lin quickly picked up the pen and handed it over.
"Its eyes are two holes, its nose is a hole, its teeth...the teeth are black..."
Under the eyes of everyone, He Xingxing finally drew a few awkward lines on the paper, and the exaggerated and deformed human skull gradually appeared on the white paper.
"It's bulging from the top of the head, very bulging, very bulging..."
"Is it hair?" Bu Chonghua's voice was horribly stable, and asked: "Is it the hair or something else that bulges from the top of his head?"
"Top of your head...top of your head..." He Xingxing muttered in a daze.
His eyes passed through the air, as if returning to the nightmare rainy night. Thousands of rain lines ran through the world, and the whole world was a deafening roar; he fell into the muddy water, using his hands and feet madly, and using his hind legs, he was drowned in the torrential rain with a loud scream, and only the skeleton was high. Raise the blade high--
Let me go! I do not want to see! I do not want to see! There was a voice in his head begging frantically.
But then a stronger, more shocking voice resounded in my ears: "She died in the wilderness, and you dare not report the crime, are you still a man?"
"I know you like her, don't you want to save her?!"
"Don't you want to save her? Don't you want to save yourself?!"
He Xingxing’s pupils tightened like needles—he saw the train passing by the track in the rain in the distance, and the bright yellow light flashed, as if the camera shutter had frozen the moment deeply.
"No...not hair," He Xingxing said hoarsely: "It's a hat...Yes..."
As if suddenly caught a thread of spider silk from the void, He Xingxing tremblingly grabbed the paper and drew a few strokes: "It's a round hat! It's two hats made of bones!!"
Bang!
With the car door wide open, Bu Chonghua walked out quickly and chopped his hand to shove the portrait to Liao Gang who was the first to greet him: "Bring He Xingxing back to the Nancheng Sub-bureau. Ask the sketching expert from the Criminal Investigation Bureau's Crime Research Office to come and interrogate this The sketch is refined."
"Yes!"
Bu Chonghua kept walking, striding to the distant scene. Everyone in the open space was busy collecting evidence back and forth, and saw that he slapped his palm twice, and everyone stopped what they were doing and stood up and looked at him awe-inspiringly.
"Notify the salvage team to carry out screening on both sides of the Sili River and downstream basins, to see if the serum chlorine penetration test in the key areas can be done, and to find clues to the suspected murderer and murder weapon as much as possible. At the same time, the Hydrographic Bureau is requested to assist in the retrieval. Regional precipitation statistics and river water regime reports on the day of the incident, if possible, try to produce a map of the city’s water network distribution."
The surrounding river was silent, he said, and the people underneath would remember it.
"The victim Nian Xiaoping and the informant He Xingxing’s family, school, and social relations, as well as everyone, everything, and all money exchanges involved during their relationship will be investigated and sorted out one by one, with emphasis on verifying Nian Xiaoping’s school The remarks of the teacher, colleagues at the working place, and the doorman of the assembly plant. In addition, I visited the driver and passengers on the bus that the two took on the night of the incident, and tried to restore the period after Nian Xiaoping left the factory and before the two got off the bus. All the details in time."
"In addition," Bu Chonghua turned to the police station forensic doctor, who immediately greeted him, just listening to him: "You don't need to send the victim to the funeral home for anatomy, just send it to the branch office and hand it over to the technical team."
The forensic doctor was relieved and nodded quickly: "What else do you want to order?"
Bu Chonghua turned around and glanced in the direction of the police car not far away.
——Leave the scene to the technical investigation. There is nothing to do with the field work. The detachment's criminal police took the notes and materials on the scene, and were rushing to pack up their things to drive back. Wu Yu was stopped by Director Wang of the technical team and asked him to follow He raised his head alone and the other raised his feet, and lifted the iron bed with the corpse into the car.
The weight of the iron frame bed is not light, and the back door of the technical team cart is high. Just as Wu Yu lifted the foot of the bed, his back suddenly seemed to be drawn by lightning. Under the excitement of severe pain, he swayed his shoulders back, even protruding obvious butterfly bones. .
Director Wang panted and asked, Wu Yu shook his head, probably without explanation.
"...Nothing." Bu Chonghua said lightly.
Forensic: "...Huh?"
Bu Chonghua didn't say much, and strode towards his jeep: "Receive the team in the field and leave!"
"Post-traumatic stress disorder, also called war neurosis, is a natural response after trauma..."
"It's not a lunatic, and it's not worthy of shame. Even the toughest fighter on the battlefield may suffer from PTSD. You will never realize the harsh things that others have experienced, so don't make judgments lightly."
...
Wu Yu faced the back door of the blue-and-white forensic car, turned his back to the crowd, lowered his head and trembling slightly, lit up a cigarette.
Suddenly, someone behind him shouted: "Hey, Little Wu!"
Wu Yu was shocked, and saw Director Wang wipe the sweat from his smooth forehead, came over and took out a half-pack of hard Chinese and forced him to give him a smile, and asked with a smile, "Will you be busy? A physical evidence, go out to have a meal with the technical team in the evening?"
The boss of the technical team, Wang Jiuling, known as the old king next door, likes digging walls most in his life, and especially likes digging young police officers with good looks and good looks in various departments. This great god is very famous in the public security system of Jinhai City, because from criminal investigation and anti-drug to anti-pornography, from riot police to scripture protection office, except for Bu Chonghua, who has come to BGM with the god of death, he has never dug. Cao Cao Cao Cao-According to his own words: "Initially there is a shortage of technical posts. If you don't dig a little to support the facade, what does Lao Tzu use to deceive fresh graduates?"
Wu Yu responded vaguely, and Director Wang was very happy: "Young people are motivated! Okay! I tell you Little Wu, our technical team has liked you for a long time, our welfare is high, the salary is good, the work is enriched and the leadership is gentle, and I hang on to your team all day It’s totally different to walk with a donkey face..."
Beep!
The car horn buzzed twice, and Director Wang's expression changed. He only heard the loud voice of "that surnamed Bu" not far away: "Wu Yu!"
Wu Yu turned his head suddenly and saw Bu Chonghua sitting in the semi-open door of the SUV police car, his shirt cuffs on his elbows, a strong long leg resting on the ground, and he patted the co-driver.
"I said that the morning's business is not over yet. I'll clean up you on the way back. Forgot?" He glanced at the old Wang next door with a strong gaze, and he couldn't help but said, "Come here!"
