"The wounded's blood pressure is 80/40mmHg, and it's still falling!"
"Prepare for surgery immediately and notify the blood room to prepare blood!"
"Nurse! Nurse! Two suction devices are not enough to add one more!"
...
A nurse rushed to open the way, and the medical staff behind him pushed the iron wheels of the ambulance and rushed into the already wide open operating room, and immediately lit the red light in the rescue. The doctor on duty had already drenched his hair with sweat, so he took off his mask and asked: "The two are the families of the two injured, right?"
Several Nancheng Detachment police officers stood in the corridor outside the operating room, Yan Xiu Jiang Ting stood by the door, their faces were very ugly by the pale light.
"Bu Chonghua, liver contusion, multiple contusions in multiple organs in the abdominal cavity, intra-abdominal hemorrhage, need immediate surgery." The doctor took out the informed note to Yan Xi, and turned to Jiang Ting: "Wu Yu, the injured, the situation is more complicated, family members Be mentally prepared."
Jiang Ting remained motionless, and only spit out two words after a few seconds: "...you said."
"The wounded suffered a fracture to the base of the skull in a car accident. The fracture port cut through the arterial vessel and the base of the skull, which should have caused massive intracranial hemorrhage immediately, but the bleeding point was blocked in time by a blood clot, so miraculously persisted for several days. Unfortunately, a few days later, due to the clot began to dissolve and the injured moved without authorization, the blood vessel ruptured again, causing bleeding. When he was sent to the hospital, hemorrhage from the nose and mouth had reached nearly 2000 ml, and it might be too late for rescue after another half an hour. Up."
The doctor paused, and also took out another informed letter and handed it to Jiang Ting: "We have established a blood transfusion channel for the injured, and are ready to try to insert a catheter into the injured femoral vein to see if the carotid artery rupture can be successfully embolized. But because it has been delayed for more than 72 hours, the success rate of the operation is not very high. I hope the family members will be prepared and cooperate fully."
Jiang Ting held the piece of paper tightly with his fingers, the surface of the paper was even caught a few wrinkles, but his voice remained strong and steady: "Everything listens to the doctor."
The doctor on duty nodded, did not have the energy to say more, turned around and rushed back to the operating room.
"Song Game!" "Song Game is here!"
Before Song Ping had time to take the elevator, he ran up the corridor by himself. The deputy dean of the first hospital was hurriedly following him to explain in a low voice. He was probably repeating the words of the doctor on duty in a more euphemistic language. Finally, I saw him. Qingqing nodded: "I see, please do your best to help."
Then he didn't look at the surrounding police, strode forward and stood in front of Yan Xiu and Jiang Ting. He opened his mouth as if he did not know how to organize the language, and finally exhaled a hot breath, and said in a simple and concise way:
"Peng Wan's body was found at the scene, it was homicide."
The air froze.
"Her son also died, but because of severe collapse and lack of water, the rescue was declared invalid five minutes ago."
Suddenly there was no sound, no one could believe his ears. After a long while, Yan Xiu stiffly burst out three words: "...who did it?"
Who did it.
Song Ping shook his head, and the corner of his mouth seemed to be full of bitterness and sarcasm, but he was so profuse that he didn't even have any strength. It took a long while to look into the eyes of both of them, and squeeze out an extremely ugly smile: "You'd better do it first Clear one thing."
"The imprisonment of Bu Chonghua, Wu Yu, Peng Wan, and Taoze is a long-abandoned warehouse in the port area's waste industrial container distribution center. The kidnappers put an iron lock on the outside of the warehouse gate, and the four hostages were on the inside of the gate. Door latch. In other words, during the 72 hours of imprisonment, the kidnappers could not get in and the hostages could not get out. After careful investigation by dozens of technical investigators at the scene, they determined that they did not find any tunnels or secret doors that could enter or exit."ωωω. 999xs.co\m\
"The murder scene was a double secret room inside and outside, and it was the people in the secret room who killed her."
"...Impossible," Yan Xi tremblingly said, "Impossible, they have no motivation, why do they want to do this?"
Song Ping said hoarsely: "They have."
He took out a small physical evidence bag from his pocket and Yan Xi took it over. There was a note in the physical evidence bag that was pieced together and pasted by technical investigators. The two lines of red letters on the note were faintly discernible: "This— —"
"This was found in the pocket of Bu Chonghua's trousers, presumably it was an order from the kidnappers. Only the fingerprints of Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu were on the note."
Yan Xi's expression was blank, and he looked at Jiang Ting, facing Jiang Ting's equally blank face.
"It must be'one person killed the other' before'you can all go out.' That means suicide is not acceptable, and collapse to death is not acceptable. The kidnapper's purpose is to force the prisoner to commit murder." Song Ping said in a deep voice. Said: "I don't want to believe that either of them killed someone, but this is the case. The forensic doctor determined that Peng Wan died of homicide, and a dagger pierced her heart."
"..."
In the desperate desperation of desperation, in the desperate situation of completely losing the last hope of being rescued, if you were Bu Chonghua, and the other side was the daughter of the drug lord who slaughtered your family, what would you do?
Even if you have an absolute sense of justice, precise self-control, and mechanically freely retractable grievances, love and hatred, you would rather die by yourself than break the principles and beliefs in your heart; but what if your lover is bleeding in your arms to death?
Are principles still so indestructible?
Is justice still so black and white?
"...I don't believe that there are absolute secret rooms in this world." Suddenly Jiang Ting spoke abruptly, his tone gasping and decisive: "How many secret rooms have finally proved that they are just murder tricks, institutions, tunnels, door locks, blindfolds...some It is true that no one can get in and out of the secret room, but the murder weapon can. Just look carefully and you can always find the flaw!"
"Then tell me where is the flaw?" Song Ping asked back, "Dozens of technical investigators have rummaged through the entire warehouse, and every inch of brickwork has been touched. The only certainty that can communicate with the outside world is the drain pipe. It is 9.3 centimeters long and 6.5 centimeters wide. Even a young rat can't get through. How can the kidnapper use this drain pipe to insert the knife into Peng Wan's chest?"
Jiang Ting raised the volume rarely: "I request to personally investigate the murder scene!"
"No, yes! You are the suspect's relatives and friends! Now I tell you the case is a violation!"
"So if it proves that Wu Yu is not suspected of murder, I don't have to avoid this case?"
Song Ping roared: "How do you prove that Wu Yu is not suspected of murder?!"
The air around him suddenly fell silent.
Yes, both of them are undergoing emergency operations, and Wu Yu’s life and death are not yet known; if the technical detective cannot conjure a surveillance camera out of thin air from the sealed chamber inside and outside to restore the incident, then the only way to catch the kidnapper Can go.
But where to catch the kidnappers?
Clouds of mist followed another, this bloody and bizarre kidnapping and murder case, did the police really have a clear day in it?
With a ding sound, the elevator at the end of the corridor opened, and the round Xu Ju staggered out, pale and sweaty. He waved back from his hurried hand, stumbled to Song Ping, grabbed his hand and squeezed out two Word: "Old Song."
"What?" Seeing that the situation was wrong, Song Ping immediately grabbed his shaky body: "Has the fingerprint of the murder weapon been detected?"
Xu Ju shook his head.
"Did the secret road be found at the scene?!"
Xu Ju shook his head again.
"What's going on?!" Song Ping was about to roar.
Xu Ju stared at him but couldn't speak. After a long breath, he approached Song Ping's ear. Although the trembling voice was extremely low, he could hear him all around:
"...Wang Jiuling detected Bu Chonghua's blood from Peng Wan's teeth and nails."
"The last person who struggled before she died... was Bu Chonghua."
The thunder blasted through the sky outside the window, reflecting the faces of all the people who changed their colors at the same time.
It was the last downpour in late summer.
·
The strong wind came from afar, rolling up the fallen leaves on the side of the street, blowing over the changing traffic lights from the heights, flooding the shoulders of the cars and people, and rushing to the sky with the atmosphere of a huge city, disappearing under the clouded sky. .
There was one autumn rain and another.
The summer skirts in the downtown shop windows were changed to autumn clothes, the sanitation workers swept away the dead leaves on the sidewalks, and the morning exercisers in the park put on cardigans and trousers.
The temperature gets colder every day.
The taxi stopped at the gate of the First City Hospital, and the driver slapped the meter: "Twenty-eight yuan, thank you! Alipay or WeChat?"
Song Ping, who was wearing a hat and a mask on the back seat, handed over two banknotes and signaled that he didn't need to find them. He staggered out of the car and walked across the road to the inpatient building.
At this moment, someone behind him hurried to catch up and said loudly, "Song Ju!"
Song Ping turned back when he heard the sound, his eyebrows tightened under the brim of his hat, and Lin Kang was surprised.
The single ward on the top floor is quiet and silent, and the corridors can be seen lightly. The elevator door opened slowly, and Song Ping took the lead and walked out, saying indifferently: "As expected of you to do network security work, your nose is smart enough."
"I also heard that Wu Yu woke up from a coma last night, and the Bu Detachment finally woke up this morning, so I came to have a look." Lin Kang followed him and smiled: "But it's not as good as the Song Game— —I heard that the Song Bureau has been running the hospital every day to guard the Bu Detachment since half a month ago. This frequency is not even comparable to that of his cousin in Bu Detachment. It's really a fatherly heart."
The two of them stepped staggeredly on the empty promenade, and Song Ping did not reply: "You think too much. Yan Xiu can't come because the city bureau has issued a prohibition order. Only a few old men from the city committee and I can come to the hospital in person. Ask about Bu Chonghua’s awakening situation, among which I have been here three or five times more than others."
Lin Kang smiled, and turned around nonchalantly: "But the fate in this world is a coincidence."
"how?"
"I heard that the operation of Bu Detachment was very successful, but it happened that I could not wake up. Until last week the doctor said that Wu Yu's condition improved, Bu Detachment suddenly announced that he was out of danger; Wu Yu was completely awake last night, so Bu Detachment was also early this morning. Then I woke up." Lin Kang blinked his eyes, and seemed to feel quite interesting: "It's probably because the detachment can sense Wu Yu's state across two floors. The legendary heart is just like that."
The two walked to the door of the ward one after the other. Song Ping suddenly stopped, looked back at Lin Kang, and looked him up and down.
Lin Kang politely: "You—?"
Song Ping asked, "How long have you known Wu Yu?"
Lin Kang didn't know why he suddenly asked this: "It's been ten years."
"Some people get along for ten years, and their white heads are as new; some people just cover up as soon as they meet." Song Ping patted him on the shoulder, and smiled leisurely: "That's why the world has the heart to have the four words of Lingxi, understand. Right?"
Lin Kang: "..."
Song Ping opened the door of the ward and walked in.
Yang Chengdong was guarding by the hospital bed with his men. Seeing the door was pushed open, he immediately stood up: "Song Bureau!"
"how is the situation?"
Bu Chonghua was lying on the bed sinking in the bedding, dripping drips from the IV bag on his arm, and the instrument showed a steady heartbeat. He closed his eyes tightly and his face was calm. In addition to being slightly pale, he was already much better than before. In contrast, Yang Chengdong was so haggard: "Reported to the Song Bureau. He woke up again in the morning and was able to speak. , That is to say, I have to pant for three times, and I have to call me Zhang Xiaoli. It sounds like he is scolding me. The doctor gave me some medicine and said that I would sleep for four hours after eating, and then I would wake up to see if I could be better. Bed activity-I think it's time to wake up at this time, and I'm planning to call someone."
Song Ju said: "Don't call, I have already said hello to the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection. You will be here with the old men. You go out and prepare to welcome them."
Yang Chengdong was anxious to go out and smoke a cigarette: "Yes!"
A group of people were ordered to leave, the door of the ward was closed and silence was restored. Song Ping slowly sat on the edge of the hospital bed, moved the chair closer, and looked at Bu Chonghua's calm face on the snow-white pillow, before murmured, "...he was so honest when he was a kid."
Lin Kang stood on the side with his hands down and said nothing.
"When he turned ten years old, we just went north together. At that time, it was not so much that I adopted him, but it was a big bachelor and a little bachelor who lived together, learning to comfort each other and heal each other for a long time. At that time, there was no such fashionable saying of stress syndrome. We all felt that we were sick, but we didn’t know where the disease was. Having a child was my life’s hope.
Song Ping lowered his head and sighed deeply.
"Until I met Xiujuan later, with Huihui and Xiaoyuan, I still think he is like my eldest son. I once thought of giving them three evenly for what I left behind, even though he might not need it. His grandfather and mother have left him a lot...but I did not expect that the fate in the world is so short and the separation is always so easy, making it too late to prepare."
Lin Kang glanced at Bu Chonghua's sleeping face, then looked at Song Ping, and smiled slightly: "Did you stay in front of the hospital bed for the past half a month just to talk about this?"
Song Ping turned to look at him, and asked, "Otherwise?"
"Oh, nothing." Lin Kang said with a smile: "I just think that you have said this as if you are sure that it was Bu Detachment who killed Peng Wan. It is really unpleasant to listen to it."
Song Ping smiled faintly, and said meaningfully: "If Bu Chonghua was not the murderer, I am afraid that someone will feel uncomfortable, right?"
Suddenly Lin Kang's expression changed slightly, but that was just a blink of an eye. Just hearing the creak of the hospital bed twice, Bu Chonghua slowly opened his eyes and moved his arm in a trance:
"Song..."
"Are you finally awake? Don't move!" Song Ping got up and pressed his hand, and immediately pressed the nurse's bell: "Lie down, how do you feel?"
Bu Chonghua closed his eyes and opened them again in a few moments, his vision became slightly clearer, and he took two sips of water with Song Ping's hand, took a long breath, and sat up and leaned back on the hospital bed like enduring dizziness. Head, looking at the ward blankly:
"I am..."
"This is the First City Hospital, do you remember what happened? The car accident, the secret room, Peng Wan and her son, it has been more than a month, do you know?"
——Peng Wan.
Bu Chonghua didn't seem to react at first when he heard these two words, but a few seconds later suddenly seemed to be pricked by a needle, and his pupils suddenly tightened: "...Peng... Wan..."
Song Ping said eagerly: "Do you remember what happened? Who moved you to the abandoned warehouse after the car accident? Did you see the kidnapper's face?"
"I……"
"What happened in the secret room? Has anyone come in? Has Peng Wan contacted the kidnappers?"
"..."
Bu Chonghua supported his forehead in pain, and inserted his fingers deep into his hair, as if countless images were exploding from the depths of his mind like a blowout. Lin Kang squinted suspiciously. At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open by the doctor and nurse on duty. A group of people came in at the same time: "Are you awake?" "How do you feel?" "Don't be disturbed. move!"
The questioning situation suddenly broke. Song Ping wanted to push Bu Chonghua back to the hospital bed for an examination. Suddenly, "pop!" was blocked by a hand stretched out across the board, and Lin Kang was staring at him without letting go. Bu Chonghua: "Bu Detachment, Peng Wan is dead."
Bu Chonghua suddenly stopped.
But Lin Kang didn't give him time to react, and there was no room for Song Ping to stop him. The next more direct question was smashed: "Who killed her, Wu Yu or you?!"
Song Ping said angrily: "Lin Kang!"
The nurses all over the room did not dare to move, only Bu Chonghua couldn't help gasping, staring straight at the air in front of him. The second hand of the wall clock only moved a few bars, but the time was so long that he finally raised his head, but no one looked at it:
"...Where is Wu Yu?"
Song Ping's throat squirmed, "...in the ward downstairs, he is out of danger."
In full view, Bu Chonghua nodded, and used all his strength to press the back of his head against the wall, as if he had finally made a decision that could not be turned back with this action. After a long while, he finally made a hoarse and calm voice: "I want to see again. he."
"Let me look at him again and I will tell you the answer."
Song Ping closed his eyes silently.
Wu Yu slept in the intensive care unit with tubes all over his body. His complexion was far worse than that of Bu Chonghua, and his cheeks were pale and thin and even a little out of shape.
Only the steady curve and silent flashing green light on the bedside instrument can show that he has passed the dangerous period safely.
"The doctor said that he has recovered well, but he can't do strenuous exercise for six months and may leave some sequelae. The specific details have to be observed later." Jiang Ting stood by the hospital bed, holding a thermos cup , The eyes are faintly tired: "Fortunately, the mobility has not been affected for a long time. You should be able to get out of bed after a few days of sleep."
Bu Chonghua sat in the chair beside the hospital bed, holding Wu Yu's hand, and staring at him without blinking.
"The first sentence when I woke up last night was to ask you about Bu Detachment. I said that you are fine and you have been discharged from the hospital. I don't know if he understands it." Jiang Ting glanced back at Song Ping and Lin Kang with unknown meaning. Then he turned to Bu Chonghua: "If he knew that you came to see him today, he would be very happy."
Bu Chonghua said softly, "Thank you, Professor Jiang."
"Thank you. It's better to leave these two words until the end of the song." Jiang Ting picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair and said, "Then I will go out first, and you can talk slowly."
Bu Chonghua said flatly, "No, I won't delay it for long."
Jiang Ting was about to pass Song Ju and Lin Kang out naturally, and he stopped after hearing the words. I saw Bu Chonghua stand up, propped his elbow on the pillow, and carefully straightened out Wu Yu's messy and soft black hair with the other hand. The fingertips were from his full forehead, closed eyebrows, straight and narrow nose and lips. Swiping across the side inch by inch, it was like using this action to imprint the face in front of him in the depths of his soul forever, always clear and clear, and never become dusty with the passage of time.
"...Remember that when I was downstairs in the detachment that night, did you ask me why I never smoked?" He asked in a low voice for a while, unexpectedly soft and tender: "I'm sorry, before I met you, I thought I had There will be no regrets."
Wu Yu's face was calm, and his chest was slightly undulating.
Bu Chonghua's forehead rested on his cold forehead, and the light from the window on the other side of the hospital bed outlined the silhouette of them facing each other. The ward was quiet and silent. don't know how long it took until finally saw Bu Chonghua's sharp throat roll up and down, closing his eyes.
He said: "From now on I really have to take care of myself."
Jiang Ting's eyes widened uncontrollably, and his gaze suddenly turned towards Song Ping, but he saw Song Ping force himself to turn his face a little bit, his hands clenched into fists on his side, and his fingers didn't get into the flesh of his palm.
At this moment, Bu Chonghua straightened up, looked at Wu Yu last, and then turned his head to smile flatly at them:
"I killed Peng Wan."
——He really said it.
He just said it!
Jiang Ting was shocked, Song Ju's face was pale, but Lin Kang responded the fastest. The air in the ward only froze for a moment. The next moment Song Ping pulled his foot and was categorically stopped by Lin Kang, his expressions and expressions were harsh and merciless: "Song Bureau stays!"
"you……"
"From now on, you are a family member of the suspect. You must evade this case and send Bu Chonghua to Jinhai for review by the Ministry of Public Security!"
"The wounded's blood pressure is 80/40mmHg, and it's still falling!"
"Prepare for surgery immediately and notify the blood room to prepare blood!"
"Nurse! Nurse! Two suction devices are not enough to add one more!"
...
A nurse rushed to open the way, and the medical staff behind him pushed the iron wheels of the ambulance and rushed into the already wide open operating room, and immediately lit the red light in the rescue. The doctor on duty had already drenched his hair with sweat, so he took off his mask and asked: "The two are the families of the two injured, right?"
Several Nancheng Detachment police officers stood in the corridor outside the operating room, Yan Xiu Jiang Ting stood by the door, their faces were very ugly by the pale light.
"Bu Chonghua, liver contusion, multiple contusions in multiple organs in the abdominal cavity, intra-abdominal hemorrhage, need immediate surgery." The doctor took out the informed note to Yan Xi, and turned to Jiang Ting: "Wu Yu, the injured, the situation is more complicated, family members Be mentally prepared."
Jiang Ting remained motionless, and only spit out two words after a few seconds: "...you said."
"The wounded suffered a fracture to the base of the skull in a car accident. The fracture port cut through the arterial vessel and the base of the skull, which should have caused massive intracranial hemorrhage immediately, but the bleeding point was blocked in time by a blood clot, so miraculously persisted for several days. Unfortunately, a few days later, due to the clot began to dissolve and the injured moved without authorization, the blood vessel ruptured again, causing bleeding. When he was sent to the hospital, hemorrhage from the nose and mouth had reached nearly 2000 ml, and it might be too late for rescue after another half an hour. Up."
The doctor paused, and also took out another informed letter and handed it to Jiang Ting: "We have established a blood transfusion channel for the injured, and are ready to try to insert a catheter into the injured femoral vein to see if the carotid artery rupture can be successfully embolized. But because it has been delayed for more than 72 hours, the success rate of the operation is not very high. I hope the family members will be prepared and cooperate fully."
Jiang Ting held the piece of paper tightly with his fingers, the surface of the paper was even caught a few wrinkles, but his voice remained strong and steady: "Everything listens to the doctor."
The doctor on duty nodded, did not have the energy to say more, turned around and rushed back to the operating room.
"Song Game!" "Song Game is here!"
Before Song Ping had time to take the elevator, he ran up the corridor by himself. The deputy dean of the first hospital was hurriedly following him to explain in a low voice. He was probably repeating the words of the doctor on duty in a more euphemistic language. Finally, I saw him. Qingqing nodded: "I see, please do your best to help."
Then he didn't look at the surrounding police, strode forward and stood in front of Yan Xiu and Jiang Ting. He opened his mouth as if he did not know how to organize the language, and finally exhaled a hot breath, and said in a simple and concise way:
"Peng Wan's body was found at the scene, it was homicide."
The air froze.
"Her son also died, but because of severe collapse and lack of water, the rescue was declared invalid five minutes ago."
Suddenly there was no sound, no one could believe his ears. After a long while, Yan Xiu stiffly burst out three words: "...who did it?"
Who did it.
Song Ping shook his head, and the corner of his mouth seemed to be full of bitterness and sarcasm, but he was so profuse that he didn't even have any strength. It took a long while to look into the eyes of both of them, and squeeze out an extremely ugly smile: "You'd better do it first Clear one thing."
"The imprisonment of Bu Chonghua, Wu Yu, Peng Wan, and Taoze is a long-abandoned warehouse in the port area's waste industrial container distribution center. The kidnappers put an iron lock on the outside of the warehouse gate, and the four hostages were on the inside of the gate. Door latch. In other words, during the 72 hours of imprisonment, the kidnappers could not get in and the hostages could not get out. After careful investigation by dozens of technical investigators at the scene, they determined that they did not find any tunnels or secret doors that could enter or exit."ωωω. 999xs.co\m\
"The murder scene was a double secret room inside and outside, and it was the people in the secret room who killed her."
"...Impossible," Yan Xi tremblingly said, "Impossible, they have no motivation, why do they want to do this?"
Song Ping said hoarsely: "They have."
He took out a small physical evidence bag from his pocket and Yan Xi took it over. There was a note in the physical evidence bag that was pieced together and pasted by technical investigators. The two lines of red letters on the note were faintly discernible: "This— —"
"This was found in the pocket of Bu Chonghua's trousers, presumably it was an order from the kidnappers. Only the fingerprints of Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu were on the note."
Yan Xi's expression was blank, and he looked at Jiang Ting, facing Jiang Ting's equally blank face.
"It must be'one person killed the other' before'you can all go out.' That means suicide is not acceptable, and collapse to death is not acceptable. The kidnapper's purpose is to force the prisoner to commit murder." Song Ping said in a deep voice. Said: "I don't want to believe that either of them killed someone, but this is the case. The forensic doctor determined that Peng Wan died of homicide, and a dagger pierced her heart."
"..."
In the desperate desperation of desperation, in the desperate situation of completely losing the last hope of being rescued, if you were Bu Chonghua, and the other side was the daughter of the drug lord who slaughtered your family, what would you do?
Even if you have an absolute sense of justice, precise self-control, and mechanically freely retractable grievances, love and hatred, you would rather die by yourself than break the principles and beliefs in your heart; but what if your lover is bleeding in your arms to death?
Are principles still so indestructible?
Is justice still so black and white?
"...I don't believe that there are absolute secret rooms in this world." Suddenly Jiang Ting spoke abruptly, his tone gasping and decisive: "How many secret rooms have finally proved that they are just murder tricks, institutions, tunnels, door locks, blindfolds...some It is true that no one can get in and out of the secret room, but the murder weapon can. Just look carefully and you can always find the flaw!"
"Then tell me where is the flaw?" Song Ping asked back, "Dozens of technical investigators have rummaged through the entire warehouse, and every inch of brickwork has been touched. The only certainty that can communicate with the outside world is the drain pipe. It is 9.3 centimeters long and 6.5 centimeters wide. Even a young rat can't get through. How can the kidnapper use this drain pipe to insert the knife into Peng Wan's chest?"
Jiang Ting raised the volume rarely: "I request to personally investigate the murder scene!"
"No, yes! You are the suspect's relatives and friends! Now I tell you the case is a violation!"
"So if it proves that Wu Yu is not suspected of murder, I don't have to avoid this case?"
Song Ping roared: "How do you prove that Wu Yu is not suspected of murder?!"
The air around him suddenly fell silent.
Yes, both of them are undergoing emergency operations, and Wu Yu’s life and death are not yet known; if the technical detective cannot conjure a surveillance camera out of thin air from the sealed chamber inside and outside to restore the incident, then the only way to catch the kidnapper Can go.
But where to catch the kidnappers?
Clouds of mist followed another, this bloody and bizarre kidnapping and murder case, did the police really have a clear day in it?
With a ding sound, the elevator at the end of the corridor opened, and the round Xu Ju staggered out, pale and sweaty. He waved back from his hurried hand, stumbled to Song Ping, grabbed his hand and squeezed out two Word: "Old Song."
"What?" Seeing that the situation was wrong, Song Ping immediately grabbed his shaky body: "Has the fingerprint of the murder weapon been detected?"
Xu Ju shook his head.
"Did the secret road be found at the scene?!"
Xu Ju shook his head again.
"What's going on?!" Song Ping was about to roar.
Xu Ju stared at him but couldn't speak. After a long breath, he approached Song Ping's ear. Although the trembling voice was extremely low, he could hear him all around:
"...Wang Jiuling detected Bu Chonghua's blood from Peng Wan's teeth and nails."
"The last person who struggled before she died... was Bu Chonghua."
The thunder blasted through the sky outside the window, reflecting the faces of all the people who changed their colors at the same time.
It was the last downpour in late summer.
·
The strong wind came from afar, rolling up the fallen leaves on the side of the street, blowing over the changing traffic lights from the heights, flooding the shoulders of the cars and people, and rushing to the sky with the atmosphere of a huge city, disappearing under the clouded sky. .
There was one autumn rain and another.
The summer skirts in the downtown shop windows were changed to autumn clothes, the sanitation workers swept away the dead leaves on the sidewalks, and the morning exercisers in the park put on cardigans and trousers.
The temperature gets colder every day.
The taxi stopped at the gate of the First City Hospital, and the driver slapped the meter: "Twenty-eight yuan, thank you! Alipay or WeChat?"
Song Ping, who was wearing a hat and a mask on the back seat, handed over two banknotes and signaled that he didn't need to find them. He staggered out of the car and walked across the road to the inpatient building.
At this moment, someone behind him hurried to catch up and said loudly, "Song Ju!"
Song Ping turned back when he heard the sound, his eyebrows tightened under the brim of his hat, and Lin Kang was surprised.
The single ward on the top floor is quiet and silent, and the corridors can be seen lightly. The elevator door opened slowly, and Song Ping took the lead and walked out, saying indifferently: "As expected of you to do network security work, your nose is smart enough."
"I also heard that Wu Yu woke up from a coma last night, and the Bu Detachment finally woke up this morning, so I came to have a look." Lin Kang followed him and smiled: "But it's not as good as the Song Game— —I heard that the Song Bureau has been running the hospital every day to guard the Bu Detachment since half a month ago. This frequency is not even comparable to that of his cousin in Bu Detachment. It's really a fatherly heart."
The two of them stepped staggeredly on the empty promenade, and Song Ping did not reply: "You think too much. Yan Xiu can't come because the city bureau has issued a prohibition order. Only a few old men from the city committee and I can come to the hospital in person. Ask about Bu Chonghua’s awakening situation, among which I have been here three or five times more than others."
Lin Kang smiled, and turned around nonchalantly: "But the fate in this world is a coincidence."
"how?"
"I heard that the operation of Bu Detachment was very successful, but it happened that I could not wake up. Until last week the doctor said that Wu Yu's condition improved, Bu Detachment suddenly announced that he was out of danger; Wu Yu was completely awake last night, so Bu Detachment was also early this morning. Then I woke up." Lin Kang blinked his eyes, and seemed to feel quite interesting: "It's probably because the detachment can sense Wu Yu's state across two floors. The legendary heart is just like that."
The two walked to the door of the ward one after the other. Song Ping suddenly stopped, looked back at Lin Kang, and looked him up and down.
Lin Kang politely: "You—?"
Song Ping asked, "How long have you known Wu Yu?"
Lin Kang didn't know why he suddenly asked this: "It's been ten years."
"Some people get along for ten years, and their white heads are as new; some people just cover up as soon as they meet." Song Ping patted him on the shoulder, and smiled leisurely: "That's why the world has the heart to have the four words of Lingxi, understand. Right?"
Lin Kang: "..."
Song Ping opened the door of the ward and walked in.
Yang Chengdong was guarding by the hospital bed with his men. Seeing the door was pushed open, he immediately stood up: "Song Bureau!"
"how is the situation?"
Bu Chonghua was lying on the bed sinking in the bedding, dripping drips from the IV bag on his arm, and the instrument showed a steady heartbeat. He closed his eyes tightly and his face was calm. In addition to being slightly pale, he was already much better than before. In contrast, Yang Chengdong was so haggard: "Reported to the Song Bureau. He woke up again in the morning and was able to speak. , That is to say, I have to pant for three times, and I have to call me Zhang Xiaoli. It sounds like he is scolding me. The doctor gave me some medicine and said that I would sleep for four hours after eating, and then I would wake up to see if I could be better. Bed activity-I think it's time to wake up at this time, and I'm planning to call someone."
Song Ju said: "Don't call, I have already said hello to the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection. You will be here with the old men. You go out and prepare to welcome them."
Yang Chengdong was anxious to go out and smoke a cigarette: "Yes!"
A group of people were ordered to leave, the door of the ward was closed and silence was restored. Song Ping slowly sat on the edge of the hospital bed, moved the chair closer, and looked at Bu Chonghua's calm face on the snow-white pillow, before murmured, "...he was so honest when he was a kid."
Lin Kang stood on the side with his hands down and said nothing.
"When he turned ten years old, we just went north together. At that time, it was not so much that I adopted him, but it was a big bachelor and a little bachelor who lived together, learning to comfort each other and heal each other for a long time. At that time, there was no such fashionable saying of stress syndrome. We all felt that we were sick, but we didn’t know where the disease was. Having a child was my life’s hope.
Song Ping lowered his head and sighed deeply.
"Until I met Xiujuan later, with Huihui and Xiaoyuan, I still think he is like my eldest son. I once thought of giving them three evenly for what I left behind, even though he might not need it. His grandfather and mother have left him a lot...but I did not expect that the fate in the world is so short and the separation is always so easy, making it too late to prepare."
Lin Kang glanced at Bu Chonghua's sleeping face, then looked at Song Ping, and smiled slightly: "Did you stay in front of the hospital bed for the past half a month just to talk about this?"
Song Ping turned to look at him, and asked, "Otherwise?"
"Oh, nothing." Lin Kang said with a smile: "I just think that you have said this as if you are sure that it was Bu Detachment who killed Peng Wan. It is really unpleasant to listen to it."
Song Ping smiled faintly, and said meaningfully: "If Bu Chonghua was not the murderer, I am afraid that someone will feel uncomfortable, right?"
Suddenly Lin Kang's expression changed slightly, but that was just a blink of an eye. Just hearing the creak of the hospital bed twice, Bu Chonghua slowly opened his eyes and moved his arm in a trance:
"Song..."
"Are you finally awake? Don't move!" Song Ping got up and pressed his hand, and immediately pressed the nurse's bell: "Lie down, how do you feel?"
Bu Chonghua closed his eyes and opened them again in a few moments, his vision became slightly clearer, and he took two sips of water with Song Ping's hand, took a long breath, and sat up and leaned back on the hospital bed like enduring dizziness. Head, looking at the ward blankly:
"I am..."
"This is the First City Hospital, do you remember what happened? The car accident, the secret room, Peng Wan and her son, it has been more than a month, do you know?"
——Peng Wan.
Bu Chonghua didn't seem to react at first when he heard these two words, but a few seconds later suddenly seemed to be pricked by a needle, and his pupils suddenly tightened: "...Peng... Wan..."
Song Ping said eagerly: "Do you remember what happened? Who moved you to the abandoned warehouse after the car accident? Did you see the kidnapper's face?"
"I……"
"What happened in the secret room? Has anyone come in? Has Peng Wan contacted the kidnappers?"
"..."
Bu Chonghua supported his forehead in pain, and inserted his fingers deep into his hair, as if countless images were exploding from the depths of his mind like a blowout. Lin Kang squinted suspiciously. At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open by the doctor and nurse on duty. A group of people came in at the same time: "Are you awake?" "How do you feel?" "Don't be disturbed. move!"
The questioning situation suddenly broke. Song Ping wanted to push Bu Chonghua back to the hospital bed for an examination. Suddenly, "pop!" was blocked by a hand stretched out across the board, and Lin Kang was staring at him without letting go. Bu Chonghua: "Bu Detachment, Peng Wan is dead."
Bu Chonghua suddenly stopped.
But Lin Kang didn't give him time to react, and there was no room for Song Ping to stop him. The next more direct question was smashed: "Who killed her, Wu Yu or you?!"
Song Ping said angrily: "Lin Kang!"
The nurses all over the room did not dare to move, only Bu Chonghua couldn't help gasping, staring straight at the air in front of him. The second hand of the wall clock only moved a few bars, but the time was so long that he finally raised his head, but no one looked at it:
"...Where is Wu Yu?"
Song Ping's throat squirmed, "...in the ward downstairs, he is out of danger."
In full view, Bu Chonghua nodded, and used all his strength to press the back of his head against the wall, as if he had finally made a decision that could not be turned back with this action. After a long while, he finally made a hoarse and calm voice: "I want to see again. he."
"Let me look at him again and I will tell you the answer."
Song Ping closed his eyes silently.
Wu Yu slept in the intensive care unit with tubes all over his body. His complexion was far worse than that of Bu Chonghua, and his cheeks were pale and thin and even a little out of shape.
Only the steady curve and silent flashing green light on the bedside instrument can show that he has passed the dangerous period safely.
"The doctor said that he has recovered well, but he can't do strenuous exercise for six months and may leave some sequelae. The specific details have to be observed later." Jiang Ting stood by the hospital bed, holding a thermos cup , The eyes are faintly tired: "Fortunately, the mobility has not been affected for a long time. You should be able to get out of bed after a few days of sleep."
Bu Chonghua sat in the chair beside the hospital bed, holding Wu Yu's hand, and staring at him without blinking.
"The first sentence when I woke up last night was to ask you about Bu Detachment. I said that you are fine and you have been discharged from the hospital. I don't know if he understands it." Jiang Ting glanced back at Song Ping and Lin Kang with unknown meaning. Then he turned to Bu Chonghua: "If he knew that you came to see him today, he would be very happy."
Bu Chonghua said softly, "Thank you, Professor Jiang."
"Thank you. It's better to leave these two words until the end of the song." Jiang Ting picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair and said, "Then I will go out first, and you can talk slowly."
Bu Chonghua said flatly, "No, I won't delay it for long."
Jiang Ting was about to pass Song Ju and Lin Kang out naturally, and he stopped after hearing the words. I saw Bu Chonghua stand up, propped his elbow on the pillow, and carefully straightened out Wu Yu's messy and soft black hair with the other hand. The fingertips were from his full forehead, closed eyebrows, straight and narrow nose and lips. Swiping across the side inch by inch, it was like using this action to imprint the face in front of him in the depths of his soul forever, always clear and clear, and never become dusty with the passage of time.
"...Remember that when I was downstairs in the detachment that night, did you ask me why I never smoked?" He asked in a low voice for a while, unexpectedly soft and tender: "I'm sorry, before I met you, I thought I had There will be no regrets."
Wu Yu's face was calm, and his chest was slightly undulating.
Bu Chonghua's forehead rested on his cold forehead, and the light from the window on the other side of the hospital bed outlined the silhouette of them facing each other. The ward was quiet and silent. don't know how long it took until finally saw Bu Chonghua's sharp throat roll up and down, closing his eyes.
He said: "From now on I really have to take care of myself."
Jiang Ting's eyes widened uncontrollably, and his gaze suddenly turned towards Song Ping, but he saw Song Ping force himself to turn his face a little bit, his hands clenched into fists on his side, and his fingers didn't get into the flesh of his palm.
At this moment, Bu Chonghua straightened up, looked at Wu Yu last, and then turned his head to smile flatly at them:
"I killed Peng Wan."
——He really said it.
He just said it!
Jiang Ting was shocked, Song Ju's face was pale, but Lin Kang responded the fastest. The air in the ward only froze for a moment. The next moment Song Ping pulled his foot and was categorically stopped by Lin Kang, his expressions and expressions were harsh and merciless: "Song Bureau stays!"
"you……"
"From now on, you are a family member of the suspect. You must evade this case and send Bu Chonghua to Jinhai for review by the Ministry of Public Security!"
