"——So you don’t know what is on that half of the paper at the end?"
The cold wind roared on the street in the center of Jinhai, and the voice was full of people. Wu Yu put the cigarette out next to the sidewalk trash can, and coughed a few times with his jacket collar covering the corner of his mouth: "Yes. I didn't know how far things would go, and didn't want to wait outside for Lin Kang to come out. Just go back to the ward upstairs."
Jiang Ting frowned and asked, "Lin Kang had already left the hospital when Zhang Boming jumped off the building?"
Wu Yu shook his head: "I don't know."
It is true that Wu Yu has no way of knowing the follow-up, but Lin Kang can retreat from the investigation team. He should have a very perfect alibi. Otherwise, the intensity of interrogation he faces will definitely be the highest, let alone be qualified to stand up and accuse Wu. Yu.
"Based on what I know about Zhang Boming, he does have a suicidal motive... but I still want to know one thing." Jiang Ting looked at Wu Yu, seemingly a little hard to understand: "That police officer Lin Kang, what are you doing? Miss him?"
Wu Yu murmured: "Lin Kang."
Pedestrians wrapped in heavy clothes and gloves passed by in twos and threes. A bus not far away slowly started to leave the station, and electric vehicles were mixed in the traffic. The dead leaves scraped 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 of this corner of the road, only Jiang Ting stared at Wu Yu with a slightly hesitant expression.
"...Lin Kang and Zhang Boming have a very close relationship," Wu Yu finally opened his mouth after a long while, saying, "But he is the opposite of Zhang Boming in his bones."
Jiang Ting has very little contact with Lin Kang. What does the heart mean by that?
"Zhang Boming is a goal-oriented person, but he also cares about the process of achieving goals. He likes to tie up his subordinates with moral standards. He is the kind of person who cherishes his feathers. And Lin Kang never mind changing his position in order to achieve the ultimate goal. , Even by unscrupulous means, no matter whether this means has gone beyond the scope of principles and morals."
"——For example, in order to seize my handle, Lin Kang will publicly urge the investigation team to increase interrogation when I am the most unstable and mentally able to withstand, but instead Zhang Boming would not be so obvious, because he has to worry about his own image and reputation." Wu Yu sneered at the corner of his mouth: "And when I went through all the investigations and was finally released, Lin Kang's attitude suddenly changed. It changed again, as if the one who had torn his face and accused me of'may be suspected of killing Zhang Boming with passion' never existed. He became cold and warm, beat on the side, and tried all means to keep me in Yundian, even acting very ambiguous. If I had responded with the slightest bit of response...he might have broken himself alive at all."
"Just because he wants to keep a high level of surveillance on you?" Jiang Ting asked unexpectedly.
"I can't think of any other purpose besides this."
Now Jiang Ting really felt surprised: "Then have you ever suspected that the person involved in Zhang Boming's death is actually Lin Kang?"
Wu Yu looked a little bit hesitant and stopped, and it took several seconds for him to whisper: "...The Zhang Boming suicide incident has not been closed because of Lin Kang's claim."
Failure to close the case means that at any point in the future, even without major clues, as long as new doubts are discovered, a new round of investigation can be launched.
"If it weren't for Lin Kang, the suicide might have been concluded. No matter what real motive behind him, he really has not given up on tracing the truth of Zhang Boming jumping off the building. Suspicion and surveillance of me have always been--"
Jiang Ting interrupted Wu Yu: "Monitoring you does not mean that he wants to investigate Zhang Boming's jump from the building, but it may also be for other purposes."
"But if Lin Kang 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 will not kill people unless he truly feels threatened. Moreover, in those ten years, everyone knew that the painter was less likely to come back alive. 10%. As for after you come back alive, you may just not find a chance. After all, your identity is too sensitive and it is difficult to start easily."
Wu Yu's face was hesitant, blank but hesitant, and he did not speak for a long time.
It was so rare that such an expression appeared on him, so that it seemed a bit contrary to him. After a long time, he finally exhaled:
"...I don't know, maybe Zhang Boming really couldn't pass the conscience barrier before committing suicide."
"It is indeed possible, but people will change. The reason why you didn't kill you yesterday may not be applicable today. Anyway, I suggest you keep your distance from Officer Lin." Jiang Ting took out the car key and sighed. He said in a tone: "I will take you home first, tomorrow morning..."
Suddenly the phone rang, interrupting Jiang Ting, and it turned out to be Yan Xiu.
"Hey?"
On the noisy street, a step away, you can't even hear loudly speaking, not to mention the fuzzy voice coming from the phone-but at that moment Wu Yu suddenly turned his head and looked at the phone in Jiang Ting's ear, his eyebrows were slightly compressed .
"I know, we will go right away."
Jiang Ting hung up the phone with a stern and unusual expression, and said in a low voice: "The shark has agreed to meet with Bu Chonghua in two weeks to inspect and trade 16 boxes of high-purity blue gold on the spot."
Wu Yu's complexion changed drastically, and he confirmed the four words he didn't want to hear-inspecting the goods on the spot!
If it is ice|heroline|caused, you can have as many transfers as you want in order to cooperate with the case, but it is blue gold. Not to mention 16 boxes of this new fentanyl compound in the hands of the task force, even 16 packets may not be able to get together. As long as the shark opens the box, Bu Chonghua will have blood splashed on the spot!
"Yan Xiu asked me to take you to the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau." Jiang Ting's voice was tense: "He said someone wants to see you."
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Buzzing--
In the Cyber Investigation Office of Jinhai City Public Security Bureau, Lin Kang picked up his mobile phone: "Hello?"
At the public telephone booth on the street, Zhang Zhixing's blank vision fell on a busy intersection not far away, holding the microphone in both hands: "Lin Kang, it's me."
"Professor Zhang?" Lin Kang's surprised voice came from the earpiece.
"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 while, and after a few seconds, the old man finally squeezed a harsh voice from his throat:
"...I heard that when Yundian was investigating the incident of my son jumping off the building, you came out to accuse Xie Xing of verbally intimidating Zhang Boming to commit suicide. Is that true?"
Lin Kang had a sudden stop.
"Where is Zhang Boming sorry for Jie Xing, do you know? Why is Jie Xing suspected of killing passionately? Have you got any evidence?"
"..."
Zhang Zhixing couldn't help but get up anxiously: "When the entire investigation was over, I asked you privately. You clearly told me that Zhang Boming was in a stable mood after meeting with Jiexing. If you had already seen that Jiexing was suspected of murdering my son, you Why didn't you say it earlier? Why didn't you tell me earlier? You..."
"Did you see the solution?" Lin Kang on the phone suddenly asked.
Zhang Zhixing was speechless for a while.
Lin Kang looked up and glanced around his eyes. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass baffle, people came and went in the outer office, and the sky had already darkened early.
No one noticed that Chief Lin had lost the gentle mask-like smile on his face, showing an indescribable gloom.
Zhang Zhixing on the phone yelled, "I just..."
"I see." Lin Kang interrupted him in a deep voice. He seemed to have made some decision in that few seconds. His tone was flat and unquestionable: "Since you have already talked with Jie Xing, let's make an appointment tonight. See you. At nine o'clock at the entrance of the Baolai Hotel in Jinhai, I will pick you up."
Zhang Zhixing's mouth hesitated to open and close several times: "...Okay."
Toot-the phone was hung up.
In the office, Lin Kang leaned back into the chair, his eyes flashing with thoughtful haze. After a while, he clenched his teeth on his cheeks, picked up his mobile phone to open the SMS contact Wu Yu, and typed in one word: [After get off work today, I'm looking for something to do with you, make an appointment to meet with you]-then just click to send The thumb stopped in the air.
Is it really like this?
After Zhang Boming died, he knew that there would be such a day, but he actually didn't want it to come so soon.
Lin Kang carefully deleted the unsent messages from the screen one by one, got up and walked to the window sill, slightly opened a window, and lit a cigarette.
It was already very cloudy after four o'clock in the afternoon, and the north wind was gathering overcast clouds, and a huge gray dome was pressing on everyone's heads. Countless thoughts in Lin Kang's mind collided with each other, and the glass window reflected his half-cloudy face; suddenly at this moment, he saw a car driving into the gate of the city bureau in the distance and stopped 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, and the co-pilot got down a person-it was Wu Yu.
Song Ping’s secretary, Old Ou, greeted him personally.
Lin Kang's pupils dilated slightly, and there was a sudden surge of surprise in his heart.
What is he doing here?
·
"Suddenly called me to the city bureau, what is it?"
The elevator rose slowly and opened with a ding. The outside was directly leading to the top floor of the director’s office. Secretary Ou gestured to Wu Yu to invite first: "According to the Song Bureau’s meaning, the first and second leaders of each detachment were recruited to make a statement about the end of the year. Early warnings for burglaries and robberies are frequently issued.
Wu Yu asked directly: "What about actually?"
Secretary Ou did not answer, and went straight to the front of the Song Bureau office before stopping and smiling slightly: "What's going on in fact, you will know what happened to Wu Detachment."
As he said, he knocked twice, pushed the door open with his own hands, and Wu Yu paused with his eyes--
In the spacious office suite, Song Ping was sitting behind a solid wood desk with his thighs crossed, turning the globe carelessly. Sitting on the sofa by the wall is a familiar profile, wearing a black leather jacket, jeans and high-top waterproof boots. The hood covers most of the side of his face, only showing the upright bridge of the nose and chin. He hears Wu Yu Looking back.
He was wrapped in the cold air of a dusty servant, his always stern, solemn but very handsome face, with high eyebrows as high as a sword, and sharp eyes, but when he looked at Wu Yu, the smile that appeared in his eyes seemed to be A bright starry sky suddenly lit up.
It is Bu Chonghua.
"..."
Wu Yu stepped forward in amazement, stopped again, and murmured hoarsely, "What's going on?"
Secretary Ou smiled and nodded to Song Ping, withdrew and closed the door.
"This kid drove a car for more than ten hours in order to see you. He ate a few pieces of bread in the middle. He didn't even dare to drink more water." Song Ping poked his head from behind the globe and hummed mockingly. He said, "Originally, he had to leave when he came back this afternoon and got the things. He just compiled eight|nine reasons to convince the task force, and finally got the permission of Secretary Weng personally, making an exception to let him leave until tomorrow morning before leaving." Drug storage factory'."
Wu Yu stood still on the spot, unable to look away from Bu Chonghua's smiling face, but his voice was suppressed and calm: "What do you want him to do in Jinhai? Is it safe? Which way is he going back and forth?"
Bu Chonghua said: "Don't worry, I told the sharks to return to Jinhai to pick up a batch of goods. It is safe so far.
"you……"
Bu Chonghua stood up and opened his hands. He is a little thinner, his figure looks more sturdy, his aura is faintly different from when he was a criminal policeman, but his solid embrace has not changed at all: "Wu Yu."
The familiar two characters seemed to have a bitter and sweet taste, slowly spreading from the base of Wu Yu's tongue.
"I drove by myself and walked 1,365 kilometers." Bu Chonghua paused, with a smile in his eyes: "When I think about it now, that road is so fast."
Wu Yu finally stepped forward step by step, hugged him tightly, buried his face in the hot neck and took a hard breath, then raised his head and kissed briefly.
"Hurry up?" He said hoarsely, "I'm impatient when you wait."
"Tsk tusk tusk." Song Ping shook his head and curled his lips behind the desk: "I just ran for several detachment leaders and deputy detachment leaders in order to cover you two. I really..."
Wu Yu looked back: "What are you still doing here?"
Song Ping: "............"
The water thrown out by the married son clearly showed that they were the one who helped the family. Song Ping abruptly swallowed countless greetings, and finally stood up and tapped on his watch: "You two pay attention to the time. Yan Xi has already set off from the municipal party committee and will arrive in ten minutes at most. Come over at about that time, don't let anyone wait for you."
Bu Chonghua said, "I know."
With both hands in his arms, Song Ping left a forehead lawsuit abruptly, preparing to go to the so-called "Work Arrangement Meeting for Early Warning of Burglary and Robbery at the End of the Year" to pretend to say a few words, so as to save the heads of a room from staring Sitting there with small eyes in a daze.
The door slammed shut, and only the two of them were left sitting on the sofa side by side in the huge office. Wu Yu finally asked in a low voice, "What is going on, the shark didn't send someone to follow you?"
Bu Chonghua held Wu Yu's hand tightly and chuckled slightly: "He has asked me to go to prostitutes several times, probably because he wants to test me, and arranges a few pairs of eyes to stare at me 24 hours a day. But this time, no matter how closely he watches, I have to come back to meet the task force in person. There is a very important thing that they must hand over directly to me."
"what?"
Wu Yu's first reaction was whether the task force had really collected sixteen boxes of high-purity blue gold, but his rationality immediately made him realize that it was impossible. Sure enough, Bu Chonghua hesitated for a moment and said: "It's not what you think, it's... Yan Xiu took pains to get it. If the task force allows it, it may become my biggest life-saving talisman, but it is still in a highly secret state. "
"..." Wu Yu frowned and groaned for a few seconds, and asked, "Have I heard of this thing?"
"Maybe you've heard it, it's related to Wen Shao's life."
Related to the king of spades?
The painter’s active scope in the Burmese drug gang is staggered with the king of spades. The scope of his mission determines that he mainly traces the drug delivery routes between China and Burma. There is no spare capacity and no need to pay attention to the Golden Triangle’s drugs for North America, Mexico and even the world. Sales-but that is precisely the market where the king of spades was mainly engaged in his lifetime.
This new type of drug lord who had studied in the United States paid great attention to isolating the circulation of blue gold outside the border of China, which happened to avoid the attention of the painter. Therefore, Wu Yu only heard about Wen Shao, did not understand, let alone hit any. Deal.
"It's okay. The task force will hold a confidential meeting later to study whether Yan Xi's plan can be passed. I will tell you as soon as I get permission." Bu Chonghua touched Wu Yu's forehead and whispered, "The time is almost here. , You go home and wait for me first."ωωω.九九九xs.com
You go home and wait for me. This very common sentence has been said countless times between them. It is usually accompanied by "What do you want to eat at night", "Buy some fruit and take home", "I seem to run out of hand sanitizer" Kind of small talk. No one thought that trivial and ordinary words were so precious now, in the current crisis-ridden situation, it was like the last tie in the wind and rain to maintain each other.
Wu Yu stood up and stared into Bu Chonghua's eyes. He leaned over and printed a kiss on his temple for a long time, muttering, "I'll wait for you at home."
Then he pulled out his hand, turned and walked towards the office door.
Bu Chonghua's conditioned reflex leaned forward and sensibly forced him to push himself back to the place. At this moment, Wu Yu stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob, suddenly remembered something, turned his head and smiled and asked, "Speaking..."
"?"
"The shark asked his subordinates to ask you to go whoring?"
"……I did not go!"
"Then what do you use as an excuse, not to mention it?"
At that moment, I don’t know if it was an illusion, Bu Chonghua’s face flushed imperceptibly, but his attitude was still calm: “No, it’s not like that, I’ll tell you when I go back tonight!”
Wu Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes were full of joking, and he turned and left.
——At the same time, the parking lot downstairs of the Municipal Bureau.
Hum!
The phone screen lit up, and Yan Xiu's message reply flashed, accompanied by an angry expression: [Don't send Wu Yu home tonight, wait for me! 】
Jiang Ting laughed blankly and put away the phone.
At five o'clock in the middle of winter, when the lanterns were on, there was a gust of cold in the air. Jiang Ting got out of the car and moved his muscles, ready to smoke a cigarette while Yan Xiu was upstairs in a meeting and could not supervise him. After hitting the fire twice, he turned to the leeward side of the car. , 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 issued by the Jinhai Municipal Bureau obviously belongs to only one person-Lin Kang.
Jiang Ting's expression changed slightly, and the inexhaustible clues in his mind suddenly connected, flashing out the description of Wu Yu's weakness in the hospital bed not long ago:
"The night when I crashed with Bu Chonghua in the industrial zone, there was heavy rain on the road and the visibility was very low. It seemed like a black car was behind, but the license plate was not clear..."
Black car.
Will it be so obvious?
Jiang Ting squinted his eyes, glanced at no one around him, and walked casually in front of the Audi car for a half circle.
Lin Kang doesn't have any staff in Jinhai at any time. Obviously, he is not a person with a lot of free time, so the car is not often sent for washing. Jiang Ting's forensic expert for more than ten years looked at it and saw that the roof, wheels, front and rear license plates were all splashed with mud spots, and the tire lines were also filled with thick mud and dust.
"..." Jiang Ting stood behind the Audi car, looked around calmly, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"Hello, Bureau Song? I'm sorry to bother you. I want to trouble you with one thing."
Song Ping was hurried out of the meeting room, and he paused suddenly: "What?"
From the phone came Jiang Ting’s steady voice with no emotions: "Do you have a reliable surveyor who can come down to the parking lot?"
"——So you don’t know what is on that half of the paper at the end?"
The cold wind roared on the street in the center of Jinhai, and the voice was full of people. Wu Yu put the cigarette out next to the sidewalk trash can, and coughed a few times with his jacket collar covering the corner of his mouth: "Yes. I didn't know how far things would go, and didn't want to wait outside for Lin Kang to come out. Just go back to the ward upstairs."
Jiang Ting frowned and asked, "Lin Kang had already left the hospital when Zhang Boming jumped off the building?"
Wu Yu shook his head: "I don't know."
It is true that Wu Yu has no way of knowing the follow-up, but Lin Kang can retreat from the investigation team. He should have a very perfect alibi. Otherwise, the intensity of interrogation he faces will definitely be the highest, let alone be qualified to stand up and accuse Wu. Yu.
"Based on what I know about Zhang Boming, he does have a suicidal motive... but I still want to know one thing." Jiang Ting looked at Wu Yu, seemingly a little hard to understand: "That police officer Lin Kang, what are you doing? Miss him?"
Wu Yu murmured: "Lin Kang."
Pedestrians wrapped in heavy clothes and gloves passed by in twos and threes. A bus not far away slowly started to leave the station, and electric vehicles were mixed in the traffic. The dead leaves scraped 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 of this corner of the road, only Jiang Ting stared at Wu Yu with a slightly hesitant expression.
"...Lin Kang and Zhang Boming have a very close relationship," Wu Yu finally opened his mouth after a long while, saying, "But he is the opposite of Zhang Boming in his bones."
Jiang Ting has very little contact with Lin Kang. What does the heart mean by that?
"Zhang Boming is a goal-oriented person, but he also cares about the process of achieving goals. He likes to tie up his subordinates with moral standards. He is the kind of person who cherishes his feathers. And Lin Kang never mind changing his position in order to achieve the ultimate goal. , Even by unscrupulous means, no matter whether this means has gone beyond the scope of principles and morals."
"——For example, in order to seize my handle, Lin Kang will publicly urge the investigation team to increase interrogation when I am the most unstable and mentally able to withstand, but instead Zhang Boming would not be so obvious, because he has to worry about his own image and reputation." Wu Yu sneered at the corner of his mouth: "And when I went through all the investigations and was finally released, Lin Kang's attitude suddenly changed. It changed again, as if the one who had torn his face and accused me of'may be suspected of killing Zhang Boming with passion' never existed. He became cold and warm, beat on the side, and tried all means to keep me in Yundian, even acting very ambiguous. If I had responded with the slightest bit of response...he might have broken himself alive at all."
"Just because he wants to keep a high level of surveillance on you?" Jiang Ting asked unexpectedly.
"I can't think of any other purpose besides this."
Now Jiang Ting really felt surprised: "Then have you ever suspected that the person involved in Zhang Boming's death is actually Lin Kang?"
Wu Yu looked a little bit hesitant and stopped, and it took several seconds for him to whisper: "...The Zhang Boming suicide incident has not been closed because of Lin Kang's claim."
Failure to close the case means that at any point in the future, even without major clues, as long as new doubts are discovered, a new round of investigation can be launched.
"If it weren't for Lin Kang, the suicide might have been concluded. No matter what real motive behind him, he really has not given up on tracing the truth of Zhang Boming jumping off the building. Suspicion and surveillance of me have always been--"
Jiang Ting interrupted Wu Yu: "Monitoring you does not mean that he wants to investigate Zhang Boming's jump from the building, but it may also be for other purposes."
"But if Lin Kang 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 will not kill people unless he truly feels threatened. Moreover, in those ten years, everyone knew that the painter was less likely to come back alive. 10%. As for after you come back alive, you may just not find a chance. After all, your identity is too sensitive and it is difficult to start easily."
Wu Yu's face was hesitant, blank but hesitant, and he did not speak for a long time.
It was so rare that such an expression appeared on him, so that it seemed a bit contrary to him. After a long time, he finally exhaled:
"...I don't know, maybe Zhang Boming really couldn't pass the conscience barrier before committing suicide."
"It is indeed possible, but people will change. The reason why you didn't kill you yesterday may not be applicable today. Anyway, I suggest you keep your distance from Officer Lin." Jiang Ting took out the car key and sighed. He said in a tone: "I will take you home first, tomorrow morning..."
Suddenly the phone rang, interrupting Jiang Ting, and it turned out to be Yan Xiu.
"Hey?"
On the noisy street, a step away, you can't even hear loudly speaking, not to mention the fuzzy voice coming from the phone-but at that moment Wu Yu suddenly turned his head and looked at the phone in Jiang Ting's ear, his eyebrows were slightly compressed .
"I know, we will go right away."
Jiang Ting hung up the phone with a stern and unusual expression, and said in a low voice: "The shark has agreed to meet with Bu Chonghua in two weeks to inspect and trade 16 boxes of high-purity blue gold on the spot."
Wu Yu's complexion changed drastically, and he confirmed the four words he didn't want to hear-inspecting the goods on the spot!
If it is ice|heroline|caused, you can have as many transfers as you want in order to cooperate with the case, but it is blue gold. Not to mention 16 boxes of this new fentanyl compound in the hands of the task force, even 16 packets may not be able to get together. As long as the shark opens the box, Bu Chonghua will have blood splashed on the spot!
"Yan Xiu asked me to take you to the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau." Jiang Ting's voice was tense: "He said someone wants to see you."
·
Buzzing--
In the Cyber Investigation Office of Jinhai City Public Security Bureau, Lin Kang picked up his mobile phone: "Hello?"
At the public telephone booth on the street, Zhang Zhixing's blank vision fell on a busy intersection not far away, holding the microphone in both hands: "Lin Kang, it's me."
"Professor Zhang?" Lin Kang's surprised voice came from the earpiece.
"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 while, and after a few seconds, the old man finally squeezed a harsh voice from his throat:
"...I heard that when Yundian was investigating the incident of my son jumping off the building, you came out to accuse Xie Xing of verbally intimidating Zhang Boming to commit suicide. Is that true?"
Lin Kang had a sudden stop.
"Where is Zhang Boming sorry for Jie Xing, do you know? Why is Jie Xing suspected of killing passionately? Have you got any evidence?"
"..."
Zhang Zhixing couldn't help but get up anxiously: "When the entire investigation was over, I asked you privately. You clearly told me that Zhang Boming was in a stable mood after meeting with Jiexing. If you had already seen that Jiexing was suspected of murdering my son, you Why didn't you say it earlier? Why didn't you tell me earlier? You..."
"Did you see the solution?" Lin Kang on the phone suddenly asked.
Zhang Zhixing was speechless for a while.
Lin Kang looked up and glanced around his eyes. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass baffle, people came and went in the outer office, and the sky had already darkened early.
No one noticed that Chief Lin had lost the gentle mask-like smile on his face, showing an indescribable gloom.
Zhang Zhixing on the phone yelled, "I just..."
"I see." Lin Kang interrupted him in a deep voice. He seemed to have made some decision in that few seconds. His tone was flat and unquestionable: "Since you have already talked with Jie Xing, let's make an appointment tonight. See you. At nine o'clock at the entrance of the Baolai Hotel in Jinhai, I will pick you up."
Zhang Zhixing's mouth hesitated to open and close several times: "...Okay."
Toot-the phone was hung up.
In the office, Lin Kang leaned back into the chair, his eyes flashing with thoughtful haze. After a while, he clenched his teeth on his cheeks, picked up his mobile phone to open the SMS contact Wu Yu, and typed in one word: [After get off work today, I'm looking for something to do with you, make an appointment to meet with you]-then just click to send The thumb stopped in the air.
Is it really like this?
After Zhang Boming died, he knew that there would be such a day, but he actually didn't want it to come so soon.
Lin Kang carefully deleted the unsent messages from the screen one by one, got up and walked to the window sill, slightly opened a window, and lit a cigarette.
It was already very cloudy after four o'clock in the afternoon, and the north wind was gathering overcast clouds, and a huge gray dome was pressing on everyone's heads. Countless thoughts in Lin Kang's mind collided with each other, and the glass window reflected his half-cloudy face; suddenly at this moment, he saw a car driving into the gate of the city bureau in the distance and stopped 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, and the co-pilot got down a person-it was Wu Yu.
Song Ping’s secretary, Old Ou, greeted him personally.
Lin Kang's pupils dilated slightly, and there was a sudden surge of surprise in his heart.
What is he doing here?
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"Suddenly called me to the city bureau, what is it?"
The elevator rose slowly and opened with a ding. The outside was directly leading to the top floor of the director’s office. Secretary Ou gestured to Wu Yu to invite first: "According to the Song Bureau’s meaning, the first and second leaders of each detachment were recruited to make a statement about the end of the year. Early warnings for burglaries and robberies are frequently issued.
Wu Yu asked directly: "What about actually?"
Secretary Ou did not answer, and went straight to the front of the Song Bureau office before stopping and smiling slightly: "What's going on in fact, you will know what happened to Wu Detachment."
As he said, he knocked twice, pushed the door open with his own hands, and Wu Yu paused with his eyes--
In the spacious office suite, Song Ping was sitting behind a solid wood desk with his thighs crossed, turning the globe carelessly. Sitting on the sofa by the wall is a familiar profile, wearing a black leather jacket, jeans and high-top waterproof boots. The hood covers most of the side of his face, only showing the upright bridge of the nose and chin. He hears Wu Yu Looking back.
He was wrapped in the cold air of a dusty servant, his always stern, solemn but very handsome face, with high eyebrows as high as a sword, and sharp eyes, but when he looked at Wu Yu, the smile that appeared in his eyes seemed to be A bright starry sky suddenly lit up.
It is Bu Chonghua.
"..."
Wu Yu stepped forward in amazement, stopped again, and murmured hoarsely, "What's going on?"
Secretary Ou smiled and nodded to Song Ping, withdrew and closed the door.
"This kid drove a car for more than ten hours in order to see you. He ate a few pieces of bread in the middle. He didn't even dare to drink more water." Song Ping poked his head from behind the globe and hummed mockingly. He said, "Originally, he had to leave when he came back this afternoon and got the things. He just compiled eight|nine reasons to convince the task force, and finally got the permission of Secretary Weng personally, making an exception to let him leave until tomorrow morning before leaving." Drug storage factory'."
Wu Yu stood still on the spot, unable to look away from Bu Chonghua's smiling face, but his voice was suppressed and calm: "What do you want him to do in Jinhai? Is it safe? Which way is he going back and forth?"
Bu Chonghua said: "Don't worry, I told the sharks to return to Jinhai to pick up a batch of goods. It is safe so far.
"you……"
Bu Chonghua stood up and opened his hands. He is a little thinner, his figure looks more sturdy, his aura is faintly different from when he was a criminal policeman, but his solid embrace has not changed at all: "Wu Yu."
The familiar two characters seemed to have a bitter and sweet taste, slowly spreading from the base of Wu Yu's tongue.
"I drove by myself and walked 1,365 kilometers." Bu Chonghua paused, with a smile in his eyes: "When I think about it now, that road is so fast."
Wu Yu finally stepped forward step by step, hugged him tightly, buried his face in the hot neck and took a hard breath, then raised his head and kissed briefly.
"Hurry up?" He said hoarsely, "I'm impatient when you wait."
"Tsk tusk tusk." Song Ping shook his head and curled his lips behind the desk: "I just ran for several detachment leaders and deputy detachment leaders in order to cover you two. I really..."
Wu Yu looked back: "What are you still doing here?"
Song Ping: "............"
The water thrown out by the married son clearly showed that they were the one who helped the family. Song Ping abruptly swallowed countless greetings, and finally stood up and tapped on his watch: "You two pay attention to the time. Yan Xi has already set off from the municipal party committee and will arrive in ten minutes at most. Come over at about that time, don't let anyone wait for you."
Bu Chonghua said, "I know."
With both hands in his arms, Song Ping left a forehead lawsuit abruptly, preparing to go to the so-called "Work Arrangement Meeting for Early Warning of Burglary and Robbery at the End of the Year" to pretend to say a few words, so as to save the heads of a room from staring Sitting there with small eyes in a daze.
The door slammed shut, and only the two of them were left sitting on the sofa side by side in the huge office. Wu Yu finally asked in a low voice, "What is going on, the shark didn't send someone to follow you?"
Bu Chonghua held Wu Yu's hand tightly and chuckled slightly: "He has asked me to go to prostitutes several times, probably because he wants to test me, and arranges a few pairs of eyes to stare at me 24 hours a day. But this time, no matter how closely he watches, I have to come back to meet the task force in person. There is a very important thing that they must hand over directly to me."
"what?"
Wu Yu's first reaction was whether the task force had really collected sixteen boxes of high-purity blue gold, but his rationality immediately made him realize that it was impossible. Sure enough, Bu Chonghua hesitated for a moment and said: "It's not what you think, it's... Yan Xiu took pains to get it. If the task force allows it, it may become my biggest life-saving talisman, but it is still in a highly secret state. "
"..." Wu Yu frowned and groaned for a few seconds, and asked, "Have I heard of this thing?"
"Maybe you've heard it, it's related to Wen Shao's life."
Related to the king of spades?
The painter’s active scope in the Burmese drug gang is staggered with the king of spades. The scope of his mission determines that he mainly traces the drug delivery routes between China and Burma. There is no spare capacity and no need to pay attention to the Golden Triangle’s drugs for North America, Mexico and even the world. Sales-but that is precisely the market where the king of spades was mainly engaged in his lifetime.
This new type of drug lord who had studied in the United States paid great attention to isolating the circulation of blue gold outside the border of China, which happened to avoid the attention of the painter. Therefore, Wu Yu only heard about Wen Shao, did not understand, let alone hit any. Deal.
"It's okay. The task force will hold a confidential meeting later to study whether Yan Xi's plan can be passed. I will tell you as soon as I get permission." Bu Chonghua touched Wu Yu's forehead and whispered, "The time is almost here. , You go home and wait for me first."ωωω.九九九xs.com
You go home and wait for me. This very common sentence has been said countless times between them. It is usually accompanied by "What do you want to eat at night", "Buy some fruit and take home", "I seem to run out of hand sanitizer" Kind of small talk. No one thought that trivial and ordinary words were so precious now, in the current crisis-ridden situation, it was like the last tie in the wind and rain to maintain each other.
Wu Yu stood up and stared into Bu Chonghua's eyes. He leaned over and printed a kiss on his temple for a long time, muttering, "I'll wait for you at home."
Then he pulled out his hand, turned and walked towards the office door.
Bu Chonghua's conditioned reflex leaned forward and sensibly forced him to push himself back to the place. At this moment, Wu Yu stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob, suddenly remembered something, turned his head and smiled and asked, "Speaking..."
"?"
"The shark asked his subordinates to ask you to go whoring?"
"……I did not go!"
"Then what do you use as an excuse, not to mention it?"
At that moment, I don’t know if it was an illusion, Bu Chonghua’s face flushed imperceptibly, but his attitude was still calm: “No, it’s not like that, I’ll tell you when I go back tonight!”
Wu Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes were full of joking, and he turned and left.
——At the same time, the parking lot downstairs of the Municipal Bureau.
Hum!
The phone screen lit up, and Yan Xiu's message reply flashed, accompanied by an angry expression: [Don't send Wu Yu home tonight, wait for me! 】
Jiang Ting laughed blankly and put away the phone.
At five o'clock in the middle of winter, when the lanterns were on, there was a gust of cold in the air. Jiang Ting got out of the car and moved his muscles, ready to smoke a cigarette while Yan Xiu was upstairs in a meeting and could not supervise him. After hitting the fire twice, he turned to the leeward side of the car. , 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 issued by the Jinhai Municipal Bureau obviously belongs to only one person-Lin Kang.
Jiang Ting's expression changed slightly, and the inexhaustible clues in his mind suddenly connected, flashing out the description of Wu Yu's weakness in the hospital bed not long ago:
"The night when I crashed with Bu Chonghua in the industrial zone, there was heavy rain on the road and the visibility was very low. It seemed like a black car was behind, but the license plate was not clear..."
Black car.
Will it be so obvious?
Jiang Ting squinted his eyes, glanced at no one around him, and walked casually in front of the Audi car for a half circle.
Lin Kang doesn't have any staff in Jinhai at any time. Obviously, he is not a person with a lot of free time, so the car is not often sent for washing. Jiang Ting's forensic expert for more than ten years looked at it and saw that the roof, wheels, front and rear license plates were all splashed with mud spots, and the tire lines were also filled with thick mud and dust.
"..." Jiang Ting stood behind the Audi car, looked around calmly, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"Hello, Bureau Song? I'm sorry to bother you. I want to trouble you with one thing."
Song Ping was hurried out of the meeting room, and he paused suddenly: "What?"
From the phone came Jiang Ting’s steady voice with no emotions: "Do you have a reliable surveyor who can come down to the parking lot?"
