"Have I sold drugs to Chinese people? Do you have any evidence that I sold drugs to Chinese people? I sold them to ghosts! I am, I am patriotic!!..."
Wan Changwen was handcuffed to the hospital bed. In just a few days, his hair was completely white. His gray face was staring with two blood-red and muddy eyes. Layers of wrinkles drooped from the corners of his mouth, and the whole face seemed to be covered. A layer of cold air-that is lifeless air.
That was the grim shadow reflected by the death god hooking his sickle on the neck of the dying man.
Bu Chonghua pushed the door in and nodded to the leaders of the task force in the corner. Song Ping was standing by the window with his hands on his back. When he saw him coming, his eyebrows suddenly frowned in disapproval.
"The Opium War, do you know the Opium War? Why can the ghost sell drugs to us Chinese, but I can't sell the drugs to the ghost? Your police still arrest me, why are you arresting me! Why are you—"
Wan Changwen's eyeballs, which had been soaked in drugs for many years, suddenly saw Bu Chonghua, and he suddenly stopped talking nonsense.
The room was quiet as if someone had pressed the mute button. Wan Changwen stared at Bu Chonghua with his eyes, everyone looked over.
Bu Chonghua remained silent, standing in front of the hospital bed with his hands holding hands, his amber eyes cold and merciless.
"...It's you, it's you." After an unknown period of time, Wan Changwen sneered with "Hey, hey, hey", full of confusion and nervousness: "You are that little boy, twenty years ago That little bastard who slipped through the net... Fate, this is fate. I knew I shouldn't have let you go, I really shouldn't have let you go."
The last few words can be called gnashing teeth, but those are the most sober and logical words of Wan Changwen since last night. Before that, he was either roaring or talking nonsense. Not to mention.
Several inspectors raised their spirits at the same time, and the interrogator made a concealed gesture to Bu Chonghua immediately.
"Yes," Bu Chonghua looked at the drug dealer condescendingly, with a hint of sarcasm behind his flat voice: "How does it feel to be caught by the police's son, Boss Wan?"
Wan Changwen seemed to have been stung by a poisonous needle. At that moment, his brain transformed by ice|poison was filled with blood, and his facial features were twisted in hatred: "Do you know how I planned to kill your parents? Bastard?"
Bu Chonghua stared at him blankly.
Song Ping's expression at the window changed.
"I was hoisting the two dead slivers, slowly bleeding them out, and slowly roasting them with fire until they dripped a little bit of oil, and a little bit of them became dry. The accumulated oil can still be frozen. Make candles... or if I knew you were there, I would ask someone to grab you first, cut your belly open in front of your mother, pick out all the heart, liver, and lungs, and slowly use a big pot Cooked..."
Song Ping trembling with his hands on his side, he stepped forward abruptly, and was slammed by the two commissioners of the Ministry of Public Security.
"Feed your meat piece by piece to your mother, pound them into their throats with an iron rod, and let them look at your bones and scream." Wan Changwen's face was flushed with sickness, every word Soaked in venom: "That's the way to die for a dead note, don't you? I heard that you watched the whole process of your parents being tortured to death. You also think they died too simple, don't you?"
Cang Dang!
Song Ping's eyes were red, his teeth clenched, and he slammed into the window frame when he was struggling. Secretary Weng pointed at Wan Changwen and shot the case: "Enough! You--"
The interrogation expert suddenly got up to block the furious Secretary Weng, winking desperately.
"So what?" In the midst of this turbulent agitation, I saw Bu Chonghua condescendingly staring at Wan Changwen, and said lightly: "They are dead, but they have me."
Wan Changwen opened his mouth fiercely, but it was like a hot egg stuck in his throat.
"When they die, I throw a pot of mourning, I go to clean their tomb every year, and I inherit and extend their incense-my family is not dead. You see, it was me who took revenge for them to arrest you. Live? How important is it to have an incense stick, isn't it, boss Wan?"
Wan Changwen's open mouth couldn't help trembling, but Bu Chonghua smiled sarcastically in his stare: "And your old Wanjia, your house is dead, the incense is cut off, your ashes can only be spilled. Into the sewers, no one even sweeps. How can you face the underground ancestors? Those Burmese drug dealers have been pointing at the backbone of your old family all these years and making jokes about your family’s extinction, right? Waiting for your death Shouldn't they laugh more happily?"
"you you you--"
Sure enough, Wan Changwen was stabbed in the most painful area, and his chest swelled terribly like sharp flatulence, but the interrogation expert watched him closely from all angles, not letting go of every slightest change in expression on his face, including the roar. Shi Twisted a ball of law lines: "Shut up! What do you know! What do you know!!"
"People say that the incense will be cut off only in the last life without virtue, and the extinct households who cut off the incense will be reborn as a beast in the next life. It seems that you are the boss Wan." Bu Chonghua said happily, "It's so pitiful, you How should those competitors in the Golden Triangle laugh at you? It doesn't count as if you were caught by a dead note and fed a gun. They don't have a son or a grandson. Look at the seeds that others have brought with them all their lives..."
"Shut up! Shut up!!" Wan Changwen made a noise in the metal handcuffs, and hatred overwhelmed everything, so that he could no longer conceal the most desperate and true side of his heart: "No one has my surname. Are you very proud? Very proud?! Don't be damn happy too early!"
"I'm going to drag you to die together! I have no one in my old family, so don't dream of solving crimes and receiving rewards! Let's die together!!"
The stern roar echoed for a long time, but Bu Chonghua suddenly noticed something between the lines. He glanced at the interrogation expert and met the old expert's gaze.
Five minutes later, outside the ward.
"How did you think of stimulating him in this way?" Secretary Weng asked in a deep voice.
Bu Chonghua thanked him, received the fire from the interrogation expert, and said hoarsely as he lit his cigarette: "I have seen many investigations on Wan Changwen. Wan Changwen is obsessed with having a son, but maybe Drug abuse has caused a certain impact. The little wife he found in Myanmar for so many years was either not pregnant or could not be born. Eight or nine years ago, he adopted a baby boy who was said to have the same character. He died when he was a few years old and died unexpectedly. , I hugged another one later, but it didn't take long before he died of illness."
Several experts and leaders from the ministry all stood around, with solemn expressions, and Bu Chonghua smiled mockingly in the curls of cigarettes.
"Many idiots who are patriarchal but can't give birth to a son will eventually buy a baby boy. Since Wan Changwen is also like this, it means that he has reached a point where he is very confused. In other words, Peng Wan's three-year-old son Tao Ze is actually for him. It is very attractive."
Secretary Weng frowned and said: "But it's useless. We have already thought about this. From last night to now, we have tried Wan Changwen several times. He has never shown any interest in Tao Ze, which leads to a very passive situation now... "
"That's because Tao Ze is a'foreign' grandson." Bu Chonghua interrupted him.
Secretary Weng's expression changed suddenly, and then his mind that was involved in countless things suddenly reacted!
"Yes." At this time, the interrogation expert said, and immediately attracted everyone's ardent eyes: "Officer Step hit the key."
"——The suspect is extremely hostile to the police, so from last night until now, he has used a lot of yelling, cursing and other meaningless venting methods to cover up his true inner desires. This is fatal to us. But the special police officer Bu just now The identity and the wonderful angle of conversation produced shocking psychological stimulation for him, and finally exposed his strongest desire in his anger-'No one has my surname Wan'."
Even the interrogation expert shook his head mockingly, took off his reading glasses and wiped it: "Because'my old family is gone,' so'you police don't dream of doing meritorious services', have you noticed? In Wan Changwen The two are a causal relationship in his subconscious mind."
Secretary Weng incredulously said: "So his real psychological appeal is actually..."
"It's not to exempt the death penalty. He knows that he will die." Bu Chonghua said coldly. "He wants his grandson to recognize his ancestor and return to the clan."
Everyone looked at each other, and then Secretary Weng reacted, and his tone changed uncontrollably: "This matter can be discussed! No matter what method is used, as long as you can open the mouth of the surname Wan! Lao, Lao--"
Secretary Ou of the Municipal Bureau rushed over, and Secretary Weng glanced at his watch: "There is still a little time to call Tao Zhengqing immediately! Ask Tao's family to cooperate! No matter what conditions his family proposes, immediately report it to me for approval. It can’t be sent to the Municipal Party Committee for special approval, fast!!!"
"Yes!"
Secretary Ou hurriedly dialed the number as he walked out, but was stopped by Bu Chonghua: "It's useless, we don't have enough time to go through the process now."
Secretary Ou was startled: "But..."
"You don't know the Tao family." Bu Chonghua took out his cell phone and dialed a number quickly without looking up, "Let me come."
Toot toot——
The phone was quickly connected, and an aging male voice came across from him. Father Tao was full of doubts: "Hello?"
"Hello Mr. Tao, I am Bu Chonghua from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Public Security Bureau."
The receiver froze for a moment, and then unexpectedly broke out, half of the corridor can hear the phone opposite: "You-your police still have the face to contact my house?! My good daughter-in-law said nothing, it was gone, the murderer caught Has it arrived? Has it been awarded? Compensation?! Would it be like that if you interfered in the matter? I can apply for state compensation in my case. I will tell you!!!..."
Bu Chonghua's handsome facial features did not move. Everyone watched him turn around and walked to the window, squeezing out the cigarette with one hand, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and operated it for a while, and then finally lost no time in the angry scolding on the opposite side. The earth opened his mouth, and a sentence suppressed Father Tao:
"Is two million enough?"
"You you you... what did you say?"
"At the beginning, the kidnappers demanded a ransom of 400,000. You were not willing. Now I will double it for you and buy your grandson Tao Ze's right to change the name. If you agree, someone will bring your son to the notary office with a cash check within an hour to process the materials. The money is I did it personally, so I don’t need to go through the city bureau formalities."
Father Tao seemed to be slapped with a fixed body charm, and was stunned in disbelief.
Bu Chonghua's voice is calm and direct: "I'll give you ten minutes to think about it. Before answering, check your bank account to see if there is an extra 200,000 deposit."
The hands of the clock turned round and round on the wall, and the sky curtain outside the window turned from bright to dark. Everyone gathered in the corridor and waited silently for the result.
The peripheral mobile team, the Mopai investigation team, the municipal party committee, the municipal public security bureau, and the technical investigation teams of various jurisdictions who requested instructions came back and forth in a hurry, and the phone calls one after another. Numerous reports and news came from all directions like snow flakes. All the leading experts of the task force accompanied them to work in shifts. The meeting room specially set up by the hospital was filled with the smell of overnight instant noodle soup and cigarettes.
Standing in front of the open window, Song Ping suddenly sank his shoulders. Bu Chonghua put a coat on him from behind, with a cigarette in his hand: "Uncle Song."
"..." Song Ping looked at him quietly for a while, his eyes seemed to penetrate him, and he saw the more distant yellowing years, and smiled sadly for a long time: "You still don't quit smoking? Take advantage of your addiction, hurry up and quit. Got it!"
Bu Chonghua said, "When Wu Yu comes back, he will quit."
Song Ping nodded and asked in a low voice: "How are you talking with the Tao family?" The fastest update of 999 novels. Mobile phone: https:/m.999xs.com/
"Agreed. 1.9 million."
"Why is it still missing?" Song Ping's first reaction was surprised, but then he reacted, surprised and applauded: "Yes, you did it right!"
"Blindly increasing the price will only delay the other party, but a proper price reduction can increase the speed. Different strategies must be adopted for different negotiating opponents." Bu Chonghua said indifferently: "Tao Zhengqing is eager to remarry, and his father regards money as his life. He doesn’t have much assertiveness. When I was handling the kidnapping case, I paid attention to the personalities of everyone in his family, and it turned out that the psychological weakness of the whole family was a hit."
At this age, Bu Chonghua can become the real power leader of the criminal investigation detachment. It is not only the children of martyrs|preferential treatment policies, nor the merits and protection of Song Ping. His criminal investigation instinct allows him to collect information, analyze quickly, accumulate storage, and attack decisively almost anytime and anywhere. The brain is like a precision instrument, waterproof and shockproof and efficient, and will never be overwhelmed by any difficulties or even desperation.
Song Ping turned around and pressed Bu Chonghua's shoulders hard, his bloodshot eyes looked slightly red: "If your parents are spiritual in the sky, you will be proud of you!"
"If my parents are spiritual in the sky, they will definitely be proud of you, Uncle Song." Bu Chonghua said calmly: "Don't care what the surname Wan said, he is destined to go to the execution ground, they will be in the sky on the day of the shooting. Watch the punishment with us."
Song Ping smiled sadly: "Yes, you are right!"
"——Secretary Weng! Bureau Song!"
At this time, there were hurried footsteps outside the meeting room, and then the door was pushed open with a cry. I saw Secretary Ou running out of breath, and even his voice changed: "The notarization procedures are in place, and Deputy Liao carries the notarization. Be there in hours!"
Snapped!
The interrogator threw a notarial certificate with a pale yellow cover on the hospital bed. Wan Changwen stared at the three-year-old milk doll who was being led by the police in the corner. His eyes straightened and his lips trembled and could not speak.
Suspicion, madness, resentment, unwillingness, heartbeat, longing... all kinds of complex emotions flooded his head. This was the first time he showed such an uncontrollable expression in front of the police after his arrest.
"Tell the police about all the things that the shark has discussed with you. Your level of cooperation will determine when we will stamp this notary certificate." Bu Chonghua looked down at the old drug lord who had collapsed like a slime and said in a voice. The words are clear and calm, even to the point of cruelty: "You know, I just bought your grandson's surname right for 1.9 million yuan, I can let him recognize his ancestors and change his surname to another family, as long as you have One word of lies, guess what I would do?"
He leaned down slightly, looked at Wan Changwen's violently shaking eyes, and smiled: "I will change his surname to a step on your execution ground, pour your ashes into the toilet, and make you the only relative of your old family. Grandson cried for my parents-do you want to see that scene, Boss Wan?"
Every second, the ticking sound of the pointer seemed to ring in the hearts of everyone. Various movements continued to be heard from the door of the ward, talking, threatening, tempting, roaring, crying... More than an hour later, the door was finally jerked. It opened, and everyone stood up.
Bu Chonghua strode out, and the hem of his coat made a sharp arc in the air: "Wan Changwen confessed."
Secretary Weng lost his voice: "What?"
"There is a blue gold production den hidden in the deep mountains near Wangjiapo, Pitang Town, H Province, H Province, where his wife’s hometown is located. Sharks have deliberately inquired about the specific route, which is most likely the drug dealer’s next target." Bu Chonghua stopped, his brows were deep. Sharp, there is a kind of determination that can not be denied: "If the shark's convoy will definitely leave traces, I apply for an immediate investigation!"
The hallway was suddenly full of joy, and many people fell back in relief at the same time, and several shift police officers even sat on the ground exhausted.
"Go! Let's go!" Secretary Lian Weng's first reaction was to rush out, and shouted, "Go now!"
...Where am I?
A dark and long mountain road spreads out in front of you, the surrounding trees are shadowy, and the fire is blazing behind him. Wu Yu seemed to suddenly become very small, stumbling forward on the rugged rocky road, and chaotic barking and car noises came from behind, sometimes mixed with a dog barking.
"Don't let them go!" "Chasing!" "Quickly chasing!" "There is there!"...
What am I doing? This thought came to him in a trance, but the nightmare that he repeated countless times immediately reminded him.
——It was a follow-up to that bloody late night more than 20 years ago. It was what happened after he hid the white and tender "city boy" in a tree pit and then ran out to face the gangster.
The bloody wind blew backwards in the ears, and there seemed to be countless screams and wailing hidden in the thick smoke, like a resentful spirit coming and going. He didn't remember how many times he fell, and how many times he climbed up on the ground. All his survival consciousness was concentrated on the soles of those little running feet, and he didn't even notice the blood dripping from the sharp stones.
Run, run forward.
Being caught by a drug dealer is the end, and being caught will be more sad than death.
"I saw him!" "Mom gave an X, let the dog chase it! Chase it!!"
The dog barking hurriedly behind him came downwind, the child ran wildly, and a mountain crevice suddenly appeared in front of him!
Wu Yu knew what happened after this.
He jumped down the valley without hesitation, thinking for a moment that he would fall to pieces and die, but fate took care of him at that moment. A branch that stretched out from nowhere caught the child's clothes in midair, and the dense branches blocked the flashlight of the drug dealer, hanging him in midair all night. It wasn't until Mengmengliang the next day that he moved his scarred body and slowly climbed down from the branches by the light of the sky, having forgotten how he walked back to the village along the mountain road step by step.
That used to be the only chance he could escape from hell. Since the middle of the night, all his destiny has been silently rewritten, as if he jumped into the abyss at the moment he rushed towards the end without light.
"Bow bark bark!"
Just like it has been repeated thousands of times in a dream, the bark quickly moved from far to near, the breath of a giant dog was heard in the wind, and the fangs and sharp claws pounced in the air——
Wu Yu opened his eyes wide, and jumped down into the dark valley with all his strength!
In the next second, unlike the dream and reality that he had repeatedly performed thousands of times, he crashed into a solid and powerful embrace.
The drug dealer's curses and dog barking faded abruptly, and the whistling mountain wind turned into silence at this moment. The little Wu Yu raised his head shivering. He saw the familiar face on the top of his head staring at him closely. His amber eyes were still so beautiful, although they were slightly red because of the bloodshot eyes.
He was wearing a dark blue uniform, holding a gun in one hand, and holding Xiao Wuyu, who was 11 years old, in his arms in the other, and whispered hoarsely: "Let me protect you."
I will travel thousands of miles and come to take you away with stars and moon.
This time I will protect you.
Wu Yu closed his eyes, his throat seemed to be choked with something hot and sour, and he turned around and slammed on his face, his dizziness grabbing all his mind. don't know how long he opened his eyes suddenly, and rushed forward, suddenly retching!
"Cough cough cough!..."
The paralyzed consciousness finally recovered slowly, but the throat spasm for a long time, but nothing came out, only a smiling voice came from the side, not only sorry but also very diligent: "--woke up?"
A bottle of water was handed to his mouth, but Wu Yu panted and tilted his head.
His gaze focused little by little, and finally found himself sitting in the back seat of the bumpy car, his right wrist was hoisted and handcuffed to the roof handle, the front seat bodyguard stared at him, and the one holding the mineral water bottle beside him was a shark. !
"Have I sold drugs to Chinese people? Do you have any evidence that I sold drugs to Chinese people? I sold them to ghosts! I am, I am patriotic!!..."
Wan Changwen was handcuffed to the hospital bed. In just a few days, his hair was completely white. His gray face was staring with two blood-red and muddy eyes. Layers of wrinkles drooped from the corners of his mouth, and the whole face seemed to be covered. A layer of cold air-that is lifeless air.
That was the grim shadow reflected by the death god hooking his sickle on the neck of the dying man.
Bu Chonghua pushed the door in and nodded to the leaders of the task force in the corner. Song Ping was standing by the window with his hands on his back. When he saw him coming, his eyebrows suddenly frowned in disapproval.
"The Opium War, do you know the Opium War? Why can the ghost sell drugs to us Chinese, but I can't sell the drugs to the ghost? Your police still arrest me, why are you arresting me! Why are you—"
Wan Changwen's eyeballs, which had been soaked in drugs for many years, suddenly saw Bu Chonghua, and he suddenly stopped talking nonsense.
The room was quiet as if someone had pressed the mute button. Wan Changwen stared at Bu Chonghua with his eyes, everyone looked over.
Bu Chonghua remained silent, standing in front of the hospital bed with his hands holding hands, his amber eyes cold and merciless.
"...It's you, it's you." After an unknown period of time, Wan Changwen sneered with "Hey, hey, hey", full of confusion and nervousness: "You are that little boy, twenty years ago That little bastard who slipped through the net... Fate, this is fate. I knew I shouldn't have let you go, I really shouldn't have let you go."
The last few words can be called gnashing teeth, but those are the most sober and logical words of Wan Changwen since last night. Before that, he was either roaring or talking nonsense. Not to mention.
Several inspectors raised their spirits at the same time, and the interrogator made a concealed gesture to Bu Chonghua immediately.
"Yes," Bu Chonghua looked at the drug dealer condescendingly, with a hint of sarcasm behind his flat voice: "How does it feel to be caught by the police's son, Boss Wan?"
Wan Changwen seemed to have been stung by a poisonous needle. At that moment, his brain transformed by ice|poison was filled with blood, and his facial features were twisted in hatred: "Do you know how I planned to kill your parents? Bastard?"
Bu Chonghua stared at him blankly.
Song Ping's expression at the window changed.
"I was hoisting the two dead slivers, slowly bleeding them out, and slowly roasting them with fire until they dripped a little bit of oil, and a little bit of them became dry. The accumulated oil can still be frozen. Make candles... or if I knew you were there, I would ask someone to grab you first, cut your belly open in front of your mother, pick out all the heart, liver, and lungs, and slowly use a big pot Cooked..."
Song Ping trembling with his hands on his side, he stepped forward abruptly, and was slammed by the two commissioners of the Ministry of Public Security.
"Feed your meat piece by piece to your mother, pound them into their throats with an iron rod, and let them look at your bones and scream." Wan Changwen's face was flushed with sickness, every word Soaked in venom: "That's the way to die for a dead note, don't you? I heard that you watched the whole process of your parents being tortured to death. You also think they died too simple, don't you?"
Cang Dang!
Song Ping's eyes were red, his teeth clenched, and he slammed into the window frame when he was struggling. Secretary Weng pointed at Wan Changwen and shot the case: "Enough! You--"
The interrogation expert suddenly got up to block the furious Secretary Weng, winking desperately.
"So what?" In the midst of this turbulent agitation, I saw Bu Chonghua condescendingly staring at Wan Changwen, and said lightly: "They are dead, but they have me."
Wan Changwen opened his mouth fiercely, but it was like a hot egg stuck in his throat.
"When they die, I throw a pot of mourning, I go to clean their tomb every year, and I inherit and extend their incense-my family is not dead. You see, it was me who took revenge for them to arrest you. Live? How important is it to have an incense stick, isn't it, boss Wan?"
Wan Changwen's open mouth couldn't help trembling, but Bu Chonghua smiled sarcastically in his stare: "And your old Wanjia, your house is dead, the incense is cut off, your ashes can only be spilled. Into the sewers, no one even sweeps. How can you face the underground ancestors? Those Burmese drug dealers have been pointing at the backbone of your old family all these years and making jokes about your family’s extinction, right? Waiting for your death Shouldn't they laugh more happily?"
"you you you--"
Sure enough, Wan Changwen was stabbed in the most painful area, and his chest swelled terribly like sharp flatulence, but the interrogation expert watched him closely from all angles, not letting go of every slightest change in expression on his face, including the roar. Shi Twisted a ball of law lines: "Shut up! What do you know! What do you know!!"
"People say that the incense will be cut off only in the last life without virtue, and the extinct households who cut off the incense will be reborn as a beast in the next life. It seems that you are the boss Wan." Bu Chonghua said happily, "It's so pitiful, you How should those competitors in the Golden Triangle laugh at you? It doesn't count as if you were caught by a dead note and fed a gun. They don't have a son or a grandson. Look at the seeds that others have brought with them all their lives..."
"Shut up! Shut up!!" Wan Changwen made a noise in the metal handcuffs, and hatred overwhelmed everything, so that he could no longer conceal the most desperate and true side of his heart: "No one has my surname. Are you very proud? Very proud?! Don't be damn happy too early!"
"I'm going to drag you to die together! I have no one in my old family, so don't dream of solving crimes and receiving rewards! Let's die together!!"
The stern roar echoed for a long time, but Bu Chonghua suddenly noticed something between the lines. He glanced at the interrogation expert and met the old expert's gaze.
Five minutes later, outside the ward.
"How did you think of stimulating him in this way?" Secretary Weng asked in a deep voice.
Bu Chonghua thanked him, received the fire from the interrogation expert, and said hoarsely as he lit his cigarette: "I have seen many investigations on Wan Changwen. Wan Changwen is obsessed with having a son, but maybe Drug abuse has caused a certain impact. The little wife he found in Myanmar for so many years was either not pregnant or could not be born. Eight or nine years ago, he adopted a baby boy who was said to have the same character. He died when he was a few years old and died unexpectedly. , I hugged another one later, but it didn't take long before he died of illness."
Several experts and leaders from the ministry all stood around, with solemn expressions, and Bu Chonghua smiled mockingly in the curls of cigarettes.
"Many idiots who are patriarchal but can't give birth to a son will eventually buy a baby boy. Since Wan Changwen is also like this, it means that he has reached a point where he is very confused. In other words, Peng Wan's three-year-old son Tao Ze is actually for him. It is very attractive."
Secretary Weng frowned and said: "But it's useless. We have already thought about this. From last night to now, we have tried Wan Changwen several times. He has never shown any interest in Tao Ze, which leads to a very passive situation now... "
"That's because Tao Ze is a'foreign' grandson." Bu Chonghua interrupted him.
Secretary Weng's expression changed suddenly, and then his mind that was involved in countless things suddenly reacted!
"Yes." At this time, the interrogation expert said, and immediately attracted everyone's ardent eyes: "Officer Step hit the key."
"——The suspect is extremely hostile to the police, so from last night until now, he has used a lot of yelling, cursing and other meaningless venting methods to cover up his true inner desires. This is fatal to us. But the special police officer Bu just now The identity and the wonderful angle of conversation produced shocking psychological stimulation for him, and finally exposed his strongest desire in his anger-'No one has my surname Wan'."
Even the interrogation expert shook his head mockingly, took off his reading glasses and wiped it: "Because'my old family is gone,' so'you police don't dream of doing meritorious services', have you noticed? In Wan Changwen The two are a causal relationship in his subconscious mind."
Secretary Weng incredulously said: "So his real psychological appeal is actually..."
"It's not to exempt the death penalty. He knows that he will die." Bu Chonghua said coldly. "He wants his grandson to recognize his ancestor and return to the clan."
Everyone looked at each other, and then Secretary Weng reacted, and his tone changed uncontrollably: "This matter can be discussed! No matter what method is used, as long as you can open the mouth of the surname Wan! Lao, Lao--"
Secretary Ou of the Municipal Bureau rushed over, and Secretary Weng glanced at his watch: "There is still a little time to call Tao Zhengqing immediately! Ask Tao's family to cooperate! No matter what conditions his family proposes, immediately report it to me for approval. It can’t be sent to the Municipal Party Committee for special approval, fast!!!"
"Yes!"
Secretary Ou hurriedly dialed the number as he walked out, but was stopped by Bu Chonghua: "It's useless, we don't have enough time to go through the process now."
Secretary Ou was startled: "But..."
"You don't know the Tao family." Bu Chonghua took out his cell phone and dialed a number quickly without looking up, "Let me come."
Toot toot——
The phone was quickly connected, and an aging male voice came across from him. Father Tao was full of doubts: "Hello?"
"Hello Mr. Tao, I am Bu Chonghua from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Public Security Bureau."
The receiver froze for a moment, and then unexpectedly broke out, half of the corridor can hear the phone opposite: "You-your police still have the face to contact my house?! My good daughter-in-law said nothing, it was gone, the murderer caught Has it arrived? Has it been awarded? Compensation?! Would it be like that if you interfered in the matter? I can apply for state compensation in my case. I will tell you!!!..."
Bu Chonghua's handsome facial features did not move. Everyone watched him turn around and walked to the window, squeezing out the cigarette with one hand, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and operated it for a while, and then finally lost no time in the angry scolding on the opposite side. The earth opened his mouth, and a sentence suppressed Father Tao:
"Is two million enough?"
"You you you... what did you say?"
"At the beginning, the kidnappers demanded a ransom of 400,000. You were not willing. Now I will double it for you and buy your grandson Tao Ze's right to change the name. If you agree, someone will bring your son to the notary office with a cash check within an hour to process the materials. The money is I did it personally, so I don’t need to go through the city bureau formalities."
Father Tao seemed to be slapped with a fixed body charm, and was stunned in disbelief.
Bu Chonghua's voice is calm and direct: "I'll give you ten minutes to think about it. Before answering, check your bank account to see if there is an extra 200,000 deposit."
The hands of the clock turned round and round on the wall, and the sky curtain outside the window turned from bright to dark. Everyone gathered in the corridor and waited silently for the result.
The peripheral mobile team, the Mopai investigation team, the municipal party committee, the municipal public security bureau, and the technical investigation teams of various jurisdictions who requested instructions came back and forth in a hurry, and the phone calls one after another. Numerous reports and news came from all directions like snow flakes. All the leading experts of the task force accompanied them to work in shifts. The meeting room specially set up by the hospital was filled with the smell of overnight instant noodle soup and cigarettes.
Standing in front of the open window, Song Ping suddenly sank his shoulders. Bu Chonghua put a coat on him from behind, with a cigarette in his hand: "Uncle Song."
"..." Song Ping looked at him quietly for a while, his eyes seemed to penetrate him, and he saw the more distant yellowing years, and smiled sadly for a long time: "You still don't quit smoking? Take advantage of your addiction, hurry up and quit. Got it!"
Bu Chonghua said, "When Wu Yu comes back, he will quit."
Song Ping nodded and asked in a low voice: "How are you talking with the Tao family?" The fastest update of 999 novels. Mobile phone: https:/m.999xs.com/
"Agreed. 1.9 million."
"Why is it still missing?" Song Ping's first reaction was surprised, but then he reacted, surprised and applauded: "Yes, you did it right!"
"Blindly increasing the price will only delay the other party, but a proper price reduction can increase the speed. Different strategies must be adopted for different negotiating opponents." Bu Chonghua said indifferently: "Tao Zhengqing is eager to remarry, and his father regards money as his life. He doesn’t have much assertiveness. When I was handling the kidnapping case, I paid attention to the personalities of everyone in his family, and it turned out that the psychological weakness of the whole family was a hit."
At this age, Bu Chonghua can become the real power leader of the criminal investigation detachment. It is not only the children of martyrs|preferential treatment policies, nor the merits and protection of Song Ping. His criminal investigation instinct allows him to collect information, analyze quickly, accumulate storage, and attack decisively almost anytime and anywhere. The brain is like a precision instrument, waterproof and shockproof and efficient, and will never be overwhelmed by any difficulties or even desperation.
Song Ping turned around and pressed Bu Chonghua's shoulders hard, his bloodshot eyes looked slightly red: "If your parents are spiritual in the sky, you will be proud of you!"
"If my parents are spiritual in the sky, they will definitely be proud of you, Uncle Song." Bu Chonghua said calmly: "Don't care what the surname Wan said, he is destined to go to the execution ground, they will be in the sky on the day of the shooting. Watch the punishment with us."
Song Ping smiled sadly: "Yes, you are right!"
"——Secretary Weng! Bureau Song!"
At this time, there were hurried footsteps outside the meeting room, and then the door was pushed open with a cry. I saw Secretary Ou running out of breath, and even his voice changed: "The notarization procedures are in place, and Deputy Liao carries the notarization. Be there in hours!"
Snapped!
The interrogator threw a notarial certificate with a pale yellow cover on the hospital bed. Wan Changwen stared at the three-year-old milk doll who was being led by the police in the corner. His eyes straightened and his lips trembled and could not speak.
Suspicion, madness, resentment, unwillingness, heartbeat, longing... all kinds of complex emotions flooded his head. This was the first time he showed such an uncontrollable expression in front of the police after his arrest.
"Tell the police about all the things that the shark has discussed with you. Your level of cooperation will determine when we will stamp this notary certificate." Bu Chonghua looked down at the old drug lord who had collapsed like a slime and said in a voice. The words are clear and calm, even to the point of cruelty: "You know, I just bought your grandson's surname right for 1.9 million yuan, I can let him recognize his ancestors and change his surname to another family, as long as you have One word of lies, guess what I would do?"
He leaned down slightly, looked at Wan Changwen's violently shaking eyes, and smiled: "I will change his surname to a step on your execution ground, pour your ashes into the toilet, and make you the only relative of your old family. Grandson cried for my parents-do you want to see that scene, Boss Wan?"
Every second, the ticking sound of the pointer seemed to ring in the hearts of everyone. Various movements continued to be heard from the door of the ward, talking, threatening, tempting, roaring, crying... More than an hour later, the door was finally jerked. It opened, and everyone stood up.
Bu Chonghua strode out, and the hem of his coat made a sharp arc in the air: "Wan Changwen confessed."
Secretary Weng lost his voice: "What?"
"There is a blue gold production den hidden in the deep mountains near Wangjiapo, Pitang Town, H Province, H Province, where his wife’s hometown is located. Sharks have deliberately inquired about the specific route, which is most likely the drug dealer’s next target." Bu Chonghua stopped, his brows were deep. Sharp, there is a kind of determination that can not be denied: "If the shark's convoy will definitely leave traces, I apply for an immediate investigation!"
The hallway was suddenly full of joy, and many people fell back in relief at the same time, and several shift police officers even sat on the ground exhausted.
"Go! Let's go!" Secretary Lian Weng's first reaction was to rush out, and shouted, "Go now!"
...Where am I?
A dark and long mountain road spreads out in front of you, the surrounding trees are shadowy, and the fire is blazing behind him. Wu Yu seemed to suddenly become very small, stumbling forward on the rugged rocky road, and chaotic barking and car noises came from behind, sometimes mixed with a dog barking.
"Don't let them go!" "Chasing!" "Quickly chasing!" "There is there!"...
What am I doing? This thought came to him in a trance, but the nightmare that he repeated countless times immediately reminded him.
——It was a follow-up to that bloody late night more than 20 years ago. It was what happened after he hid the white and tender "city boy" in a tree pit and then ran out to face the gangster.
The bloody wind blew backwards in the ears, and there seemed to be countless screams and wailing hidden in the thick smoke, like a resentful spirit coming and going. He didn't remember how many times he fell, and how many times he climbed up on the ground. All his survival consciousness was concentrated on the soles of those little running feet, and he didn't even notice the blood dripping from the sharp stones.
Run, run forward.
Being caught by a drug dealer is the end, and being caught will be more sad than death.
"I saw him!" "Mom gave an X, let the dog chase it! Chase it!!"
The dog barking hurriedly behind him came downwind, the child ran wildly, and a mountain crevice suddenly appeared in front of him!
Wu Yu knew what happened after this.
He jumped down the valley without hesitation, thinking for a moment that he would fall to pieces and die, but fate took care of him at that moment. A branch that stretched out from nowhere caught the child's clothes in midair, and the dense branches blocked the flashlight of the drug dealer, hanging him in midair all night. It wasn't until Mengmengliang the next day that he moved his scarred body and slowly climbed down from the branches by the light of the sky, having forgotten how he walked back to the village along the mountain road step by step.
That used to be the only chance he could escape from hell. Since the middle of the night, all his destiny has been silently rewritten, as if he jumped into the abyss at the moment he rushed towards the end without light.
"Bow bark bark!"
Just like it has been repeated thousands of times in a dream, the bark quickly moved from far to near, the breath of a giant dog was heard in the wind, and the fangs and sharp claws pounced in the air——
Wu Yu opened his eyes wide, and jumped down into the dark valley with all his strength!
In the next second, unlike the dream and reality that he had repeatedly performed thousands of times, he crashed into a solid and powerful embrace.
The drug dealer's curses and dog barking faded abruptly, and the whistling mountain wind turned into silence at this moment. The little Wu Yu raised his head shivering. He saw the familiar face on the top of his head staring at him closely. His amber eyes were still so beautiful, although they were slightly red because of the bloodshot eyes.
He was wearing a dark blue uniform, holding a gun in one hand, and holding Xiao Wuyu, who was 11 years old, in his arms in the other, and whispered hoarsely: "Let me protect you."
I will travel thousands of miles and come to take you away with stars and moon.
This time I will protect you.
Wu Yu closed his eyes, his throat seemed to be choked with something hot and sour, and he turned around and slammed on his face, his dizziness grabbing all his mind. don't know how long he opened his eyes suddenly, and rushed forward, suddenly retching!
"Cough cough cough!..."
The paralyzed consciousness finally recovered slowly, but the throat spasm for a long time, but nothing came out, only a smiling voice came from the side, not only sorry but also very diligent: "--woke up?"
A bottle of water was handed to his mouth, but Wu Yu panted and tilted his head.
His gaze focused little by little, and finally found himself sitting in the back seat of the bumpy car, his right wrist was hoisted and handcuffed to the roof handle, the front seat bodyguard stared at him, and the one holding the mineral water bottle beside him was a shark. !
