A Hongqi car stopped abruptly in front of the branch. Song Ping hurriedly got out of the car. He didn't even bother to greet the deputy director of the branch, and asked bluntly, "Where are the people?"
"In Old Xu's office, the mood is not very stable..."
Song Ping's complexion was not very good, leaving behind the three words "know", he hurried into the criminal investigation detachment building, and then he saw a figure in the elevator entrance not far away. Paused.
——That is Yan Xiu. ωωω.999xs.co\m\
Twenty years ago, the arrogant and domineering little boy has grown into an adult, and the impoverished young criminal police is old; time is passing fast in this collision, so fast that people can't respond.
A haze bleeds between Yan Xiuying's straight eyebrows, and then lowered his eyes lightly, put out the cigarette butt by the window sill, threw it into the trash can, and turned away without saying a word.
"What's wrong, Song Bureau?"
"..." Song Ping looked straight at the figure disappearing into the crowd, then retracted his gaze and said hoarsely: "Nothing." Then he suddenly turned his head and walked up the stairs quickly.
"Not to mention that we have evasion regulations, just to say that the current degree of this case is far more dangerous than originally expected. Our current conversation is entirely for your good!..."
Song Ping just opened the office door, and he saw the deputy head of the detachment, Liao Gang, Meng Zhao, and Wu Yu standing in the office, looking worried and embarrassed; Xu Zuxin was standing at his desk and persuading me, while Bu Chonghua sat in a chair , His expression was gloomy, and he said nothing.
Song Ping's temple throbbed and stung, and he waved to interrupt Xu Ju: "Okay, you should go out first."
"--For your own good, you know?" Xu Juyu was still angry, and couldn't help but add another angrily: "Hey! What a death!"
Bu Chonghua didn't respond.
Xu Ju was helpless, so he angrily beckoned Liao Gang to go with him. But at this moment, Bu Chonghua, who had been unresponsive like a stone statue, suddenly said hoarsely: "Wu Yu stayed."
what did he say?
Several people looked at each other, thinking they had heard it wrong.
"...Me?" Wu Yu hesitated: "I'd better go, I'm not too..."
Xu Zuxin obviously agreed to take Wu Yu away. He was about to scold Bu Chonghua, but was unexpectedly interrupted by Song Ping: "Little Wu is fine. You can go to the meeting room and wait for a while."
Everyone didn't understand what was going on. Only Wu Yu had a strange expression. He hesitated and stepped back and stood in the corner. Xu Zuxin, who was full of doubts, had to take the others and leave the office.
There were only three of them left in the room. Bu Chonghua sat upright in the armchair, Song Ping stood behind the large solid wood desk, half of Wu Yu's body was hidden in the corner, and his presence was minimal. Song Ping ignored him either, and said directly: "What do you want to do now?"
Bu Chonghua finally lifted his gaze looking at the void, his eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, and it shot directly on Song Ping's face.
"Why only I don't know that Wan Changwen has returned to China?"
Today is not going to pass, Song Ping thought.
He sighed, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "After the Spring Festival this year, the Ministry of Public Security received a piece of information saying that Wan Changwen was his mother dead."
"The surname Wan is a filial son, and the family concept is very heavy. The fucking last words are to be buried back home with his father's ashes. After getting this information, people guessed that he would venture back to China by smuggling, and he took his father back soon. Mom’s urn smuggled across the border, from Guangxi to Sichuan and Shaanxi, and into northern China. Leaders of the Ministry of Public Security specially supervise this first-level wanted criminal. His hometown and parents’ ancestry have been sent to follow him, but he can only be confirmed at the moment. Trapped in the north and did not leave the country, but I don’t know where it is.
Bu Chonghua said coldly: "Where is his grandson?"
Song Ping said, "How do you know him..."
"Thirty years ago, Wan Changwen was wanted by the police in the three provinces. In order to cross the border illegally, he threw his wife and daughter into the water when he boarded the boat. Later, none of his young wives married in Myanmar gave birth to children, only the daughter who stayed in the country later She gave birth to a grandson, who should be two or three years old this year. He is the only bloodline of Wan Changwen. Has his daughter's family been monitored?"
Song Ping was stunned.
Bu Chonghua stared straight at him, his eyes like frozen ice.
"...Sure enough, you have been tracking him." Song Ping's expression could not be said to be angry, sad, or relieved. "After so many years, sure enough you did not give up the idea of revenge..."
Bu Chonghua asked, "Should I avenge my parents?"
"Yes, you should. But..."
"My parents are not suspects, they are sacrificed martyrs. Why do they restrict me with the evasion principle?"
"You don't know how dangerous this thing is. The drug lords who have been deeply rooted in the Golden Triangle for so many years, even if they return to China--"
"Can you just not do it if you are in danger?!" Bu Chonghua sternly interrupted Song Ping: "Because of danger, you can let go of your hatred and live a good life?! Because people who are alive want to enjoy life, they can just ignore those things. People who died through the fire and water?!"
Song Ping came up against the crime: "I haven't forgotten them! I want to avenge them no less than you! For more than 20 years, I never forget that hatred!"
The office suddenly fell into silence.
Song Ping knew he had made a mistake, and looked away angrily, his chest undulating.
"If it's just Wan Changwen, it's actually not incomprehensible, but it's different when it involves the'shark'." Song Ping said in a deep voice, "Now the case is very obvious, and the relationship between Wan Changwen and Qin Chuan is clear. There is another conflict of interest between Qin Chuan and Sharks in the employment relationship. Why did the Shark’s armed forces bloodbath the black market in Shan State in order to abduct Qin Chuan, who runs a handicraft shop incognito? Why did Qin Chuan use the pseudonym of Baosan? Buyers commented on putting it on the Mariana Trench dark web, is it deliberately sending out some kind of signal to the outside world? There are various mysteries in it, and when you think about it, it is sinister and unusual... The shark is the poisonous and terrifying international drug lord The police from all over the world have heard of it. Those experts who are older, more professional, and more sophisticated than you are helpless. How can I just watch you fucking?"
This is reasonable, and there is no false statement. However, Bu Chonghua was indifferent, and even a sneer appeared in his eyes: "Yes, the shark is an important international criminal. Wan Changwen has been wanted by the Ministry of Public Security for 30 years. Those experts don’t care. They are all more professional than me. But whose parents are the ones who died? Are they?"
"you……"
"The person who most wants to recover that blood debt in this world is me, Uncle Song." Bu Chonghua said coldly from his teeth, "It's not the experts, nor you, it's me."
Song Ping looked at Bu Chonghua and the kid who was being pulled by his own hands, as if being slapped in the face.
"...Okay, you have to go to this case, okay." Song Ping gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word, saying, "But have you asked other people’s opinions? There are children, they just get one day's salary on the one-day shift, are you sure they are willing to accompany you through the fire and water?!"
Bu Chonghua spoke, before he had time to say anything, Song Ping interrupted him unceremoniously: "Wu Yu!"
Bu Chonghua was taken aback when he heard the words, and then turned around.
"You know how the Mariana Trench expanded in the Golden Triangle. No one here knows the dark web better than you. Come, tell me by yourself, would you like to die with this name?!"
Wu Yu stood against the white wall, opened his mouth in the scorching gaze of Bu Chonghua, but made no sound for a while.
"Look at what I am doing, eh?" He heard Bu Chonghua smile and groan under the starlight, his eyes seemed to be rippling with the gentlest ripples: "If you don't say anything, I will kiss you."
"Actually, you have done a lot of things that you dare not be discovered by the police, haven't you? Actually you also have some secrets for fear of being discovered by them, haven't you?!" The shark's bloody smile reflected on the sharp blade, as if every word Bone gangrene: "Look at my eyes and tell me if it is! Painter, teacher!"
"This kid," Yan Xiu stood outside the window of the interrogation room, with some pride and contentment between his eyebrows: "People with the last name Bu have some skill in interrogation, right."
...
Wu Yu closed his eyes.
He saw Diao Jianfa leaning on the ground, crying bitterly, struggling with Bu Chonghua’s trouser legs, embarrassed like a drowning dog; the next moment his vision suddenly changed, he tried his best to lift his head from the ground and found that the person who fell on the cold floor of the interrogation room had become Oneself, Liao Gang, Cai Lin, Meng Zhao...the familiar faces were condescending, becoming severe, disgusting and strange.
Bu Chonghua’s gaze was as sharp as a sword, as if he was about to dig out the most unbearable and terrifying secret from the depths of his soul, spreading bloody in broad daylight, and then being cut into one by a police badge hanging high in the sky. Ground blood mud.
...
"I," he muttered, as if trapped in a long-standing nightmare, "I also... don't know, but..."
He leaned his thin back against the wall and looked at the ground under his feet. But the two sights on the opposite side seemed to become more and more clear, burning so much that his brain was shivering, only to hear his own voice as if floating from the sky, trance and unclear.
"...I don't want to investigate this case," he murmured.
"I don't want to face those again, I don't want to look back...I...I want to leave here."
Wu Yu covered his eyes with one hand and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Even Song Ping didn't expect things to be this way, so he stayed on the spot.
Bu Chonghua stood up suddenly: "What did you say?!"
"I'm sorry." Wu Yu avoided their gaze and nodded hastily: "I have something to do today, first... take one step ahead."
He turned around and opened the door, leaving Song Ping and Bu Chonghua in the office like this, and strode out, stupefied.
"..." Song Ping said in amazement, "That wouldn't be the case... Hey! What are you doing?!"
Bu Chonghua suddenly pulled out his legs and left, chasing after him without a word!
"Wu Yu!"
Wu Yu walked downstairs quickly, his expression on his face was normal, but his ears buzzed.
"Stop for me!" Bu Chonghua shouted in a low voice, and then rolled down while holding the handrail, listening to the sound of the wind in the air, and directly landed firmly in front of Wu Yu, grabbing him and pressing against the wall and asked: "What are you doing? meaning?"
"..." Wu Yu whispered, "It doesn't mean anything."
"You are not the kind of person who is afraid to run away because the criminals are vicious. Where did you say you want to leave? Jinhai? Nancheng branch?!"
Wu Yu pressed his lips tightly, swallowed his dry saliva, and said hoarsely: "...I'm that kind of person."
Bu Chonghua was stunned.
"I don't want to look back, I just want to move forward." Wu Yu lowered his head deeply, covered his eyes with one hand, and whispered: "I'm really... I'm so scared, I'm sorry."
Xu Zuxin and Liao Gang in the reception room upstairs heard the movement and hurriedly chased them out. A few messy footsteps came from the entrance of the corridor. Liao Gang, who ran in the front, was caught off guard to avoid the scene, and was stunned on the spot "Ah!" Up.
Bu Chonghua let go of Wu Yu and stepped back half a step. The expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was questioning, disappointment or astonishment. After a while, he turned his eyes away and took a breath. With this action, he quickly stabilized his emotions. He didn't lose his temper in front of others. He just slapped Wu Yu on the shoulder, and with no doubt, he moved him downstairs in a deep voice. : "You come with me."
Wu Yu thought he was going to the office, but Bu Chonghua went downstairs without stopping, went straight through the parking lot, opened the Wrangler that he often drove, and said concisely: "Get in the car."
"Team, you..."
"Get in the car." Bu Chonghua emphasized: "Take you to a place."
During this time, there were many police cars driving in and out of the parking lot. Wu Yu didn't want to show the strangeness in front of people. After a little hesitation, he got into the first officer. Immediately after Bu Chonghua slammed the door, he stepped on the accelerator and opened the branch without setting the navigation.
The loudspeakers on the street are one after another, and the aftermath of the dispute is superimposed and fermented in this small space, even the air is extremely thin. Wu Yu was very worried, but Bu Chonghua didn't speak. Both of them were extremely silent on this road. They saw the scenery outside the car window quickly retreating, and after getting off the viaduct, they turned out of a high speed. The people in front gradually became thinner, and the distance was pale gray. The hillside undulates in the twilight.
Bu Chonghua stepped on the brake and said lightly: "Here."
Wu Yu raised his head outwards-Jinhai Martyrs Cemetery.
"you……"
Bu Chonghua didn't hear about it, got out of the car and walked forward, Wu Yu had to hurriedly follow.
In the empty cemetery, only listening to the movement of their footsteps on the grass, Bu Chonghua put one hand in his trouser pocket, passed the rows of gray and black marble tablets, and walked forward without a word. After eating, he suddenly stopped.
Wu Yu paused involuntarily, looking at the powerful lettering on the tombstone in front of him, his pupils tightened slightly——
[The Tomb of Martyr Zengwei, a Martyr Stepping to Tongguang]
The vicissitudes of wind and rain carved on this slabstone for more than 20 years have caused the gold on the martyrs' names to fall off, revealing its dark red, jagged, hook-like Chinese character skeleton.
Bu Chonghua's eyes flashed with a slight sadness, and he asked in a low voice, "Do you know how they died?"
Wu Yu did not answer.
He looked at the old and yellowed black-and-white photos on the tombstone. The fire ignited by the murderer more than 20 years ago was burning outside the window. The pungent gasoline smell inside and outside the house; he felt the child crying in fear in the black smoke. Because he couldn't make a sound, his whole body was twitching horribly.
The fire illuminates the corpses of the adults in the pool of blood, and the young mother stares at him from the gap in the closet, her eyes wide open, and she does not stare at him.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, he thought over and over in his heart, if I am also afraid, it will be over.
If I ever gave birth to a trace of fear, the abyss would have crushed us to pieces.
"...I don't know, and I don't really want to know." Wu Yu lowered his head and said coldly and hoarsely: "You don't need to tell me about your parents."
A Hongqi car stopped abruptly in front of the branch. Song Ping hurriedly got out of the car. He didn't even bother to greet the deputy director of the branch, and asked bluntly, "Where are the people?"
"In Old Xu's office, the mood is not very stable..."
Song Ping's complexion was not very good, leaving behind the three words "know", he hurried into the criminal investigation detachment building, and then he saw a figure in the elevator entrance not far away. Paused.
——That is Yan Xiu. ωωω.999xs.co\m\
Twenty years ago, the arrogant and domineering little boy has grown into an adult, and the impoverished young criminal police is old; time is passing fast in this collision, so fast that people can't respond.
A haze bleeds between Yan Xiuying's straight eyebrows, and then lowered his eyes lightly, put out the cigarette butt by the window sill, threw it into the trash can, and turned away without saying a word.
"What's wrong, Song Bureau?"
"..." Song Ping looked straight at the figure disappearing into the crowd, then retracted his gaze and said hoarsely: "Nothing." Then he suddenly turned his head and walked up the stairs quickly.
"Not to mention that we have evasion regulations, just to say that the current degree of this case is far more dangerous than originally expected. Our current conversation is entirely for your good!..."
Song Ping just opened the office door, and he saw the deputy head of the detachment, Liao Gang, Meng Zhao, and Wu Yu standing in the office, looking worried and embarrassed; Xu Zuxin was standing at his desk and persuading me, while Bu Chonghua sat in a chair , His expression was gloomy, and he said nothing.
Song Ping's temple throbbed and stung, and he waved to interrupt Xu Ju: "Okay, you should go out first."
"--For your own good, you know?" Xu Juyu was still angry, and couldn't help but add another angrily: "Hey! What a death!"
Bu Chonghua didn't respond.
Xu Ju was helpless, so he angrily beckoned Liao Gang to go with him. But at this moment, Bu Chonghua, who had been unresponsive like a stone statue, suddenly said hoarsely: "Wu Yu stayed."
what did he say?
Several people looked at each other, thinking they had heard it wrong.
"...Me?" Wu Yu hesitated: "I'd better go, I'm not too..."
Xu Zuxin obviously agreed to take Wu Yu away. He was about to scold Bu Chonghua, but was unexpectedly interrupted by Song Ping: "Little Wu is fine. You can go to the meeting room and wait for a while."
Everyone didn't understand what was going on. Only Wu Yu had a strange expression. He hesitated and stepped back and stood in the corner. Xu Zuxin, who was full of doubts, had to take the others and leave the office.
There were only three of them left in the room. Bu Chonghua sat upright in the armchair, Song Ping stood behind the large solid wood desk, half of Wu Yu's body was hidden in the corner, and his presence was minimal. Song Ping ignored him either, and said directly: "What do you want to do now?"
Bu Chonghua finally lifted his gaze looking at the void, his eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, and it shot directly on Song Ping's face.
"Why only I don't know that Wan Changwen has returned to China?"
Today is not going to pass, Song Ping thought.
He sighed, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "After the Spring Festival this year, the Ministry of Public Security received a piece of information saying that Wan Changwen was his mother dead."
"The surname Wan is a filial son, and the family concept is very heavy. The fucking last words are to be buried back home with his father's ashes. After getting this information, people guessed that he would venture back to China by smuggling, and he took his father back soon. Mom’s urn smuggled across the border, from Guangxi to Sichuan and Shaanxi, and into northern China. Leaders of the Ministry of Public Security specially supervise this first-level wanted criminal. His hometown and parents’ ancestry have been sent to follow him, but he can only be confirmed at the moment. Trapped in the north and did not leave the country, but I don’t know where it is.
Bu Chonghua said coldly: "Where is his grandson?"
Song Ping said, "How do you know him..."
"Thirty years ago, Wan Changwen was wanted by the police in the three provinces. In order to cross the border illegally, he threw his wife and daughter into the water when he boarded the boat. Later, none of his young wives married in Myanmar gave birth to children, only the daughter who stayed in the country later She gave birth to a grandson, who should be two or three years old this year. He is the only bloodline of Wan Changwen. Has his daughter's family been monitored?"
Song Ping was stunned.
Bu Chonghua stared straight at him, his eyes like frozen ice.
"...Sure enough, you have been tracking him." Song Ping's expression could not be said to be angry, sad, or relieved. "After so many years, sure enough you did not give up the idea of revenge..."
Bu Chonghua asked, "Should I avenge my parents?"
"Yes, you should. But..."
"My parents are not suspects, they are sacrificed martyrs. Why do they restrict me with the evasion principle?"
"You don't know how dangerous this thing is. The drug lords who have been deeply rooted in the Golden Triangle for so many years, even if they return to China--"
"Can you just not do it if you are in danger?!" Bu Chonghua sternly interrupted Song Ping: "Because of danger, you can let go of your hatred and live a good life?! Because people who are alive want to enjoy life, they can just ignore those things. People who died through the fire and water?!"
Song Ping came up against the crime: "I haven't forgotten them! I want to avenge them no less than you! For more than 20 years, I never forget that hatred!"
The office suddenly fell into silence.
Song Ping knew he had made a mistake, and looked away angrily, his chest undulating.
"If it's just Wan Changwen, it's actually not incomprehensible, but it's different when it involves the'shark'." Song Ping said in a deep voice, "Now the case is very obvious, and the relationship between Wan Changwen and Qin Chuan is clear. There is another conflict of interest between Qin Chuan and Sharks in the employment relationship. Why did the Shark’s armed forces bloodbath the black market in Shan State in order to abduct Qin Chuan, who runs a handicraft shop incognito? Why did Qin Chuan use the pseudonym of Baosan? Buyers commented on putting it on the Mariana Trench dark web, is it deliberately sending out some kind of signal to the outside world? There are various mysteries in it, and when you think about it, it is sinister and unusual... The shark is the poisonous and terrifying international drug lord The police from all over the world have heard of it. Those experts who are older, more professional, and more sophisticated than you are helpless. How can I just watch you fucking?"
This is reasonable, and there is no false statement. However, Bu Chonghua was indifferent, and even a sneer appeared in his eyes: "Yes, the shark is an important international criminal. Wan Changwen has been wanted by the Ministry of Public Security for 30 years. Those experts don’t care. They are all more professional than me. But whose parents are the ones who died? Are they?"
"you……"
"The person who most wants to recover that blood debt in this world is me, Uncle Song." Bu Chonghua said coldly from his teeth, "It's not the experts, nor you, it's me."
Song Ping looked at Bu Chonghua and the kid who was being pulled by his own hands, as if being slapped in the face.
"...Okay, you have to go to this case, okay." Song Ping gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word, saying, "But have you asked other people’s opinions? There are children, they just get one day's salary on the one-day shift, are you sure they are willing to accompany you through the fire and water?!"
Bu Chonghua spoke, before he had time to say anything, Song Ping interrupted him unceremoniously: "Wu Yu!"
Bu Chonghua was taken aback when he heard the words, and then turned around.
"You know how the Mariana Trench expanded in the Golden Triangle. No one here knows the dark web better than you. Come, tell me by yourself, would you like to die with this name?!"
Wu Yu stood against the white wall, opened his mouth in the scorching gaze of Bu Chonghua, but made no sound for a while.
"Look at what I am doing, eh?" He heard Bu Chonghua smile and groan under the starlight, his eyes seemed to be rippling with the gentlest ripples: "If you don't say anything, I will kiss you."
"Actually, you have done a lot of things that you dare not be discovered by the police, haven't you? Actually you also have some secrets for fear of being discovered by them, haven't you?!" The shark's bloody smile reflected on the sharp blade, as if every word Bone gangrene: "Look at my eyes and tell me if it is! Painter, teacher!"
"This kid," Yan Xiu stood outside the window of the interrogation room, with some pride and contentment between his eyebrows: "People with the last name Bu have some skill in interrogation, right."
...
Wu Yu closed his eyes.
He saw Diao Jianfa leaning on the ground, crying bitterly, struggling with Bu Chonghua’s trouser legs, embarrassed like a drowning dog; the next moment his vision suddenly changed, he tried his best to lift his head from the ground and found that the person who fell on the cold floor of the interrogation room had become Oneself, Liao Gang, Cai Lin, Meng Zhao...the familiar faces were condescending, becoming severe, disgusting and strange.
Bu Chonghua’s gaze was as sharp as a sword, as if he was about to dig out the most unbearable and terrifying secret from the depths of his soul, spreading bloody in broad daylight, and then being cut into one by a police badge hanging high in the sky. Ground blood mud.
...
"I," he muttered, as if trapped in a long-standing nightmare, "I also... don't know, but..."
He leaned his thin back against the wall and looked at the ground under his feet. But the two sights on the opposite side seemed to become more and more clear, burning so much that his brain was shivering, only to hear his own voice as if floating from the sky, trance and unclear.
"...I don't want to investigate this case," he murmured.
"I don't want to face those again, I don't want to look back...I...I want to leave here."
Wu Yu covered his eyes with one hand and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Even Song Ping didn't expect things to be this way, so he stayed on the spot.
Bu Chonghua stood up suddenly: "What did you say?!"
"I'm sorry." Wu Yu avoided their gaze and nodded hastily: "I have something to do today, first... take one step ahead."
He turned around and opened the door, leaving Song Ping and Bu Chonghua in the office like this, and strode out, stupefied.
"..." Song Ping said in amazement, "That wouldn't be the case... Hey! What are you doing?!"
Bu Chonghua suddenly pulled out his legs and left, chasing after him without a word!
"Wu Yu!"
Wu Yu walked downstairs quickly, his expression on his face was normal, but his ears buzzed.
"Stop for me!" Bu Chonghua shouted in a low voice, and then rolled down while holding the handrail, listening to the sound of the wind in the air, and directly landed firmly in front of Wu Yu, grabbing him and pressing against the wall and asked: "What are you doing? meaning?"
"..." Wu Yu whispered, "It doesn't mean anything."
"You are not the kind of person who is afraid to run away because the criminals are vicious. Where did you say you want to leave? Jinhai? Nancheng branch?!"
Wu Yu pressed his lips tightly, swallowed his dry saliva, and said hoarsely: "...I'm that kind of person."
Bu Chonghua was stunned.
"I don't want to look back, I just want to move forward." Wu Yu lowered his head deeply, covered his eyes with one hand, and whispered: "I'm really... I'm so scared, I'm sorry."
Xu Zuxin and Liao Gang in the reception room upstairs heard the movement and hurriedly chased them out. A few messy footsteps came from the entrance of the corridor. Liao Gang, who ran in the front, was caught off guard to avoid the scene, and was stunned on the spot "Ah!" Up.
Bu Chonghua let go of Wu Yu and stepped back half a step. The expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was questioning, disappointment or astonishment. After a while, he turned his eyes away and took a breath. With this action, he quickly stabilized his emotions. He didn't lose his temper in front of others. He just slapped Wu Yu on the shoulder, and with no doubt, he moved him downstairs in a deep voice. : "You come with me."
Wu Yu thought he was going to the office, but Bu Chonghua went downstairs without stopping, went straight through the parking lot, opened the Wrangler that he often drove, and said concisely: "Get in the car."
"Team, you..."
"Get in the car." Bu Chonghua emphasized: "Take you to a place."
During this time, there were many police cars driving in and out of the parking lot. Wu Yu didn't want to show the strangeness in front of people. After a little hesitation, he got into the first officer. Immediately after Bu Chonghua slammed the door, he stepped on the accelerator and opened the branch without setting the navigation.
The loudspeakers on the street are one after another, and the aftermath of the dispute is superimposed and fermented in this small space, even the air is extremely thin. Wu Yu was very worried, but Bu Chonghua didn't speak. Both of them were extremely silent on this road. They saw the scenery outside the car window quickly retreating, and after getting off the viaduct, they turned out of a high speed. The people in front gradually became thinner, and the distance was pale gray. The hillside undulates in the twilight.
Bu Chonghua stepped on the brake and said lightly: "Here."
Wu Yu raised his head outwards-Jinhai Martyrs Cemetery.
"you……"
Bu Chonghua didn't hear about it, got out of the car and walked forward, Wu Yu had to hurriedly follow.
In the empty cemetery, only listening to the movement of their footsteps on the grass, Bu Chonghua put one hand in his trouser pocket, passed the rows of gray and black marble tablets, and walked forward without a word. After eating, he suddenly stopped.
Wu Yu paused involuntarily, looking at the powerful lettering on the tombstone in front of him, his pupils tightened slightly——
[The Tomb of Martyr Zengwei, a Martyr Stepping to Tongguang]
The vicissitudes of wind and rain carved on this slabstone for more than 20 years have caused the gold on the martyrs' names to fall off, revealing its dark red, jagged, hook-like Chinese character skeleton.
Bu Chonghua's eyes flashed with a slight sadness, and he asked in a low voice, "Do you know how they died?"
Wu Yu did not answer.
He looked at the old and yellowed black-and-white photos on the tombstone. The fire ignited by the murderer more than 20 years ago was burning outside the window. The pungent gasoline smell inside and outside the house; he felt the child crying in fear in the black smoke. Because he couldn't make a sound, his whole body was twitching horribly.
The fire illuminates the corpses of the adults in the pool of blood, and the young mother stares at him from the gap in the closet, her eyes wide open, and she does not stare at him.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, he thought over and over in his heart, if I am also afraid, it will be over.
If I ever gave birth to a trace of fear, the abyss would have crushed us to pieces.
"...I don't know, and I don't really want to know." Wu Yu lowered his head and said coldly and hoarsely: "You don't need to tell me about your parents."
