Swallowing the Seas

"—so you don't know what's on that half of the paper in the end?"

The cold wind howled on the street in the center of Jinhai, and there was a lot of voices.Wu Yu put out the cigarette by the sidewalk trash can, covered the corner of his mouth with the collar of his jacket and coughed a few times: "Yes. I didn't know how things would get to that point, and I didn't have the heart to wait outside the door for Lin Hao to come out. Just go back upstairs to the ward."

Jiang Ting frowned and asked, "When Zhang Boming jumped off the building, Lin Hao had already left the hospital?"

Wu Yu shook his head: "I don't know."

It is true that Wu Yu has no way of knowing the follow-up situation, but Lin Hao's ability to escape from the investigation team should be due to his perfect alibi, otherwise the intensity of interrogation he faced would be absolutely peak, let alone be qualified to stand up and accuse Wu Yu. yu.

"Based on what I know about Zhang Boming, he did have a motive for suicide... But there is one thing I still want to know." Jiang Ting looked at Wu Yu, seeming a bit incomprehensible: "That police officer Lin Hao, what on earth are you doing?" Miss him?"

Wu Yu murmured, "Lin Hao."

Pedestrians wrapped in thick clothes and gloves passed by in twos and threes, and the bus not far away slowly started to leave the station, and electric vehicles were mixed in the traffic flow and shuttled between each other.Dead leaves scratched the floor tiles across the sidewalk, and there was the sound of sanitation workers sweeping the floor in the distance. No one noticed the movement in this corner of the road, only Jiang Ting stared at Wu Yu with a slightly hesitant expression.

"... Lin Hao and Zhang Boming have a very close relationship," Wu Yu finally said after a long while, "but he is the opposite of Zhang Boming in his bones."

Jiang Ting had very little contact with Lin Hao, and thought to himself what does this mean?

"Zhang Boming is goal-oriented, but he also cares about the process of achieving goals. He likes to bind his subordinates with moral principles. He is the kind of person who cherishes his own feathers. Lin Hao never minds changing his position in order to achieve the ultimate goal. , and even resort to unscrupulous means, regardless of whether the means have gone beyond the scope of principles and morals.”

"——For example, in order to catch me, Lin Hao would publicly urge the investigation team to increase the intensity of interrogation when I was most unstable and mentally weak. Zhang Boming wouldn't do it so obviously, because he has to worry about his own image and reputation." Wu Yu twitched his lips slightly mockingly: "And when I went through all the investigations and was finally released, Lin Hao's attitude suddenly changed again. Now, it seems that the one who accused me of "may be suspected of killing Zhang Boming with passion" never existed before. He became solicitous, insincere, and tried every means to keep me in Yundian, and even behaved very ambiguously. If I At the beginning, he made the slightest response...he might not hesitate to break himself alive."

"Just because he wants to keep a high degree of surveillance on you?" Jiang Ting said unexpectedly.

"I can't think of any other purpose than that."

Now Jiang Ting was really surprised: "Then don't you suspect that the person involved in Zhang Boming's death is actually Lin Hao?"

Wu Yu looked a little hesitant to speak, and it took several seconds before he whispered, "...the reason why Zhang Boming's suicide case has not been closed is because of Lin Hao's claim."

Not closing the case means that at any point in the future, there is no need for any major clues. As long as new doubts are found, a new round of investigation can be launched again.

"If it wasn't for Lin Hao, the suicide might have been concluded. No matter what the real motive behind him is, he has never given up on investigating the truth about Zhang Boming's jump from the building. He has always been suspicious of me and monitored me—"

Jiang Ting interrupted Wu Yu: "Spying on you doesn't mean he wants to investigate Zhang Boming's jumping off the building, it may be for other purposes."

"But if Lin Hao wants me to die, I have died countless times in the past ten years, and he has more chances to kill me than Zhang Boming..."

"Maybe it's not necessary." Jiang Ting said, "We can see from the murderer's series of actions that he would not kill people without a real sense of threat, not to mention that in those ten years, everyone knew that the possibility of the painter coming back alive was less than that of the murderer. Ten percent. As for when you come back alive, it may just be that you didn’t find a chance, after all, your identity is too sensitive, so it’s not easy to attack.”

Wu Yu's face was hesitant, confused and hesitant, and he didn't speak for a long time.

It was so rare for this kind of expression to appear on him, so that it seemed a little out of harmony. After a long time, he finally let out a sigh of relief:

"...I don't know, maybe Zhang Boming committed suicide because he couldn't pass the test of his conscience."

"It is indeed possible, but people change. The reasons for not killing you yesterday may not be applicable today. Anyway, I suggest you keep a distance from Officer Lin." Jiang Ting took out his car keys and sighed. Said in a tone: "I will take you home first, tomorrow morning..."

Suddenly the phone rang, interrupting Jiang Ting, it was Yan Yan.

"Hey?"

On the noisy street, you can't even hear a loud voice if you take a step away, not to mention the vague voice coming from the mobile phone - but at that moment, Wu Yu suddenly turned his head to look at the mobile phone next to Jiang Ting's ear, his eyebrows and eyes slightly tightened .

"Got it, we'll go right away."

Jiang Ting hung up the phone with a serious and unusual expression, and said in a low voice, "Shark has agreed to meet with Bu Chonghua in two weeks' time to inspect and trade sixteen boxes of high-purity blue gold on the spot."

Wu Yu's complexion changed drastically, and he confirmed the four words he least wanted to hear - inspection on the spot!

If it's meth and heroin, you can have as much as you want to cooperate with the case, but it's blue gold.This new type of fentanyl compound task force may not be able to make up even [-] packs, not to mention [-] boxes, as long as the shark opens the box, it will splatter three feet of blood on the spot!

"Yan Xi asked me to take you to the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau." Jiang Ting's voice was tense: "He said that someone wants to see you."

·

buzzing-

From the Internet Investigation Office of Jinhai City Public Security Bureau, Lin Hao picked up the phone: "Hello?"

Beside the public telephone booth on the main street, Zhang Zhixing's blank eyes fell on the busy intersection not far away, and he held the microphone with both hands: "Lin Hao, it's me."

"Professor Zhang?" Lin Hao's surprised voice came from the receiver.

"Yes, it's me. I... I have something I want to ask you."

"You say?"

Zhang Zhixing swallowed dryly, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.The horns of the surrounding cars and the noise of people became very clear for a moment, and it took several seconds for the old man to finally squeeze out a difficult voice from his throat:

"...I heard that when Yundian was investigating my son's jumping from the building, you came out and accused Xie Xing of allegedly coercing Zhang Boming to commit suicide and apologize. Is that true?"

Lin Hao paused suddenly.

"Do you know how Zhang Boming felt sorry for Xie Xing? Why did you say that Xie Xing was suspected of murdering with passion? Did you already have any evidence?"

"..."

Zhang Zhixing couldn't help becoming anxious: "After the entire investigation was over, I asked you in private, and you clearly told me that Zhang Boming's mood was stable after meeting Xie Xing. If you had already seen that Xie Xing was suspected of murdering my son, would you Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why didn't you tell me earlier? You..."

"Have you met Xie Xing?" Lin Hao asked suddenly on the other end of the phone.

Zhang Zhixing was speechless for a while.

Lin Hao looked up and glanced around. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass baffles, people were coming and going in the outer office, and the sky in the distance had already darkened early.

No one noticed that Chief Lin lost that mask-like gentle smile, and an indescribable gloom appeared on his face.

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Zhixing murmured, "I just..."

"I see." Lin Hao interrupted him in a deep voice, as if he had made a decision in those few seconds, his tone was calm and unquestionable: "Since you have already talked with Xie Xing, let's make an appointment tonight Let's meet. I will pick you up at the entrance of Baolai Hotel in Jinhai City at nine o'clock."

Zhang Zhixing opened and closed his mouth hesitantly several times: "...OK."

Beep—the phone was hung up.

In the office, Lin Hao leaned back heavily in his chair, his eyes gleaming with preoccupied haze.In a few moments, he clenched his upper teeth tightly, picked up his phone, opened the text message contact Wu Yu, and typed word by word: [After get off work today, I have something to do with you, let's make an appointment to meet]——then just about to click send, Da The thumb stopped in mid-air.

Do you really want to do this?

After Zhang Boming died, he knew that such a day would come, but he actually didn't want this day to come so soon.

Lin Hao carefully deleted the unsent text messages on the screen word by word, got up and walked to the window sill, opened a crack of the window, and lit a cigarette.

It was already very cloudy after four o'clock in the afternoon, and the north wind was whistling to gather dark clouds, and a huge gray dome was pressing on everyone's heads.Countless thoughts in Lin Hao's mind collided with each other, and half of his face was reflected in the glass window; suddenly at this moment, he saw a car driving into the gate of the city bureau in the distance from the corner of his vision, and he froze suddenly.

It was a big silver G. After passing through the parking lot, it stopped in front of the main entrance of another office building in the distance. Immediately after, a person got off from the co-pilot——Wu Yu.

Song Ping's secretary, Lao Ou, greeted him in person. They didn't talk much when they met, and hurriedly disappeared into the lobby of the building.

Lin Hao's pupils dilated slightly, and suspicion suddenly surged in his heart.

What is he doing here?

·

"Suddenly called me to the city bureau, what is it?"

The elevator slowly ascended and opened with a ding, and the outside was directly leading to the top floor of the director's office. Secretary Ou gestured for Wu Yu to invite first: "According to Bureau Song's intention, we recruited the first and second leaders of each detachment to come over and make a report about the end of the year. A work arrangement meeting for multiple early warnings of burglary and robbery."

Wu Yu asked directly: "Then what is it actually?"

Secretary Ou didn't answer, and went straight to Bureau Song's office, then stopped and smiled slightly: "Actually, you can see what's going on, Team Wu."

As he spoke, he knocked twice, and pushed the door open with his own hands. Wu Yu's gaze paused——

In the spacious office suite, Song Ping was sitting behind a solid wood desk with his thighs crossed, and was turning the globe carelessly.Sitting on the reception sofa against the wall was a familiar silhouette, wearing a black leather jacket, jeans, and high-top waterproof boots. look back.

His body was covered with wind and dust, his face was always stern, solemn but very handsome, his brows were as high as a sword, and his eyes were sharp, but when he looked at Wu Yu, the smile that appeared in his eyes was like Suddenly, a starry sky lit up.

It was Bu Chonghua.

"..."

Wu Yu took half a step forward in astonishment, stopped again, and murmured hoarsely: "What's going on?"

Secretary Ou nodded to Song Ping with a smile, walked out and closed the door.

"In order to see you, this kid drove for more than ten hours by himself. He just ate a few pieces of bread, and he didn't even dare to drink half a mouthful of water." Song Ping poked his head out from behind the globe and snorted teasingly. He said, "Originally he should have left when he came back this afternoon and got his things. He just made up eight or nine reasons to convince the task force. After a lot of difficulty, Secretary Weng personally allowed him to make an exception and let him stay until tomorrow morning before heading back to Tibet." Poison Factory'."

Wu Yu stood straight on the spot, unable to take his gaze away from Bu Chonghua's smiling face, but his voice was suppressed and calm: "What do you want him to do back to Jinhai? Is it safe? Which way do you go back and forth?"

Bu Chonghua said: "Don't worry, I told the shark to go back to Jinhai to pick up a batch of goods, so far it is safe."

"you……"

Bu Chonghua stood up and opened his hands.He has lost a little weight, and his figure looks stronger and stronger. The aura around him is slightly different from when he was a criminal policeman, but his firm embrace has not changed at all: "Wu Yu."

Those two familiar words slowly spread from the root of Wu Yu's tongue, like a bitter and sweet taste.

"I drove alone, and traveled 360 kilometers." Bu Zhonghua paused, his smiling eyes gleaming: "Now that I think about it, that road was really fast."

Wu Yu finally stepped forward step by step, hugged him tightly, buried his face in the scorching neck and took a deep breath, then raised his head and briefly kissed him.

"Hurry up?" He said hoarsely, "I'm impatient for you to wait."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Song Ping shook his head behind the desk and curled his lips: "In order to cover for you two, I forced several detachment leaders and deputy detachment leaders to come here for nothing. I really..."

Wu Yu turned around: "What are you still doing here?"

Song Ping: "..."

The water splashed by the married son is obviously the one who solved the family.Song Ping swallowed countless greetings abruptly, and finally stood up and knocked on his watch angrily: "Both of you, pay attention to the time yourself. Yan Yan has already set off from the municipal committee, and he will arrive in 10 minutes at most. People from the Institute of Toxicology and Chemical Engineering Come over at about that time, don't let people wait for you."

Bu Chonghua said, "I know."

With both hands in his arms, Song Ping walked away with his forehead full of lawsuits, preparing to go to the so-called "Work Arrangement Meeting for the Early Warning of Burglary and Robbery Cases at the End of the Year" to put on airs and say a few words, so as not to save a roomful of detachment leaders from staring. Sitting there in a daze with small eyes.

The door was slammed shut, and only the two of them were left sitting side by side on the sofa in the huge office. Wu Yu finally asked in a low voice, "What's going on, didn't the shark send anyone to follow you?"

Bu Chonghua held Wu Yu's hand tightly, and smiled slightly: "He has asked me to go whoring several times. He probably wanted to test me, so he arranged a few pairs of eyes around me to stare at me 24 hours a day. But this No matter how closely he stares at me this time, I have to come back and meet the task force in person, and they must hand over something very important to me directly."

"what?"

Wu Yu's first reaction was that the task force had really assembled sixteen boxes of high-purity blue gold, but then his rationality made him realize that this was impossible.Sure enough, Bu Chonghua hesitated for a moment, and said: "It's not what you think, it's... Yan Yan worked so hard to get it. If the task force allows it, it may become my biggest life-saving talisman, but it is still in a highly top-secret state." .”

"..." Wu Yu frowned and pondered for a few seconds, then asked, "Have I heard of this thing before?"

"Maybe you've heard of it, it's related to Wen Shao's life."

Something to do with the K of Spades?

The scope of the painter's activities in the Myanmar drug gang is staggered from that of the K of Spades. The scope of the task determines that he mainly tracks the drug transportation routes between China and Myanmar. The market—but that is precisely the market in which the King of Spades mainly operated during his lifetime.

This new type of drug lord who came back from the United States paid great attention to isolating the circulation range of blue gold outside the Chinese border, which happened to avoid the attention of the painter, so Wu Yu only heard about Wen Shao, and didn't know anything about it, let alone beat anyone. make friends.

"It doesn't matter. The special task force will hold a confidential meeting later to study whether Yan Yan's plan can be passed. I will tell you as soon as I get permission." Bu Chonghua pressed his forehead against Wu Yu's and said in a low voice: "The time is almost up. , you go home and wait for me."

You go home and wait for me. This very common sentence has been said between them countless times, and it is usually accompanied by "what do you want to eat tonight", "buy some fruit and take it home", "the hand sanitizer seems to be used up". class chat.No one thought that those trivial and ordinary words would be so precious now. In the crisis-ridden situation before them, they were like the last ties to maintain each other in the wind and rain.

Wu Yu stood up, stared into Bu Chonghua's eyes, leaned over to press a kiss on his temple for a long time, and said in a low voice, "I'll wait for you at home."

Then he withdrew his hand, turned and walked towards the office door.

Bu Chonghua leaned forward on a conditioned reflex, and rationally forced him to push himself back to the original place.At this time, Wu Yu stretched out his hand to press the doorknob, suddenly remembered something, turned his head and smiled and asked, "Speaking of..."

"?"

"The shark asked his men to invite you to whoring?"

"……I did not go!"

"Then what are you using as an excuse for not doing it?"

I don't know if it was an illusion at that moment, Bu Chonghua's face blushed imperceptibly, but his attitude remained calm: "No, that's not the case, I'll tell you when I go back tonight!"

Wu Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes were full of mischief, he turned and left.

——At the same time, the parking lot downstairs of the Municipal Bureau.

hum!

As soon as the phone screen lit up, Yan Yu's message reply flashed, accompanied by an angry expression: [Don't send Wu Yu home tonight, wait for me! 】

Jiang Ting laughed dumbfounded, and put away his phone.

At five o'clock in the deep winter, when the lights are on, there is a chill in the air.Jiang stopped the car and stretched his muscles, planning to smoke another cigarette while Yan Xie was in a meeting upstairs and unable to supervise him. He turned to the leeward side on the other side of the car, but failed to catch the ignition twice. , suddenly saw something inadvertently.

In the corner of the parking lot not far away, there is a black Audi of Dian brand.

The Yundian license plate in Jinhai Municipal Bureau obviously belongs to only one person——Lin Hao.

Jiang Ting's expression changed slightly, and the countless clues in his mind suddenly connected together, and Wu Yu's weak narrative on the hospital bed not long ago flashed:

"On the night when Bu Chonghua and I collided in the industrial area, there was heavy rain on the road, and the visibility was very low. It seemed that a black car was following behind, but the license plate could not be seen clearly..."

black car.

Will it be so obvious?

Jiang Ting squinted his eyes, glanced at no one around, and casually walked to the Audi car and turned half a circle.

Lin Hao didn't have any men on call in Jinhai, and he obviously didn't have a lot of free time, so the car was not often sent for washing.Jiang Ting's more than ten years of criminal investigation experts took a closer look, and saw that the roof, wheels, and front and rear license plates were all splashed with mud spots, and thick dirt and dust were also stuffed between the treads of the tires.

"..." Jiang Ting stood behind the Audi, looked around calmly, took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Bureau Song? I'm sorry to bother you, but I want to trouble you with something."

Song Ping was hurrying out of the conference room when his footsteps stopped suddenly: "What?"

Jiang Ting's usually calm voice came from the phone: "Do you have a reliable surveyor who can come down to the parking lot?"