"——What, Mr. Philip wants to see Wu Yu?"
Bu Chonghua spread out his hand gracefully, his tone was restrained, polite, and rounded like he heard some ridiculous joke, although everyone could see the gentleman's white eyes at that moment: "I'm sorry, I don't understand. , What is good to see, and what is necessary to see? If you have to meet every time you catch a drug dealer, will the artist not use the Nancheng Detachment to work? The major prison detention centers across the country conduct a tour every month and are responsible for it Is it a hospice care for drug dealers?"
"..." Song Ping said, "You must pay attention to young people. I suggest that you bathe and burn incense and pray three times a day before you give the painter's advice. The fathers of the Ministry of Public Security do what they ask, and clamp it. Tail, behave well, okay?"
Most of the time, Wu Yu is a subordinate who makes the leader very satisfied. He is dull and meek. It doesn't matter what kind of tasks and arrangements he accepts. If you want to meet, then see.
On the day he was discharged from the hospital, the North China rejuvenated, and the grass grew and the peach blossoms bloomed on both sides of the road on the outskirts of Jinhai City. When the vehicles passed by, they rose up into the sky. However, the iron gate of the detention center seems to have opened up another world. The tall iron windows cut the gray daylight into several pieces. The dark corridors of the building are twisted. Apart from the sound of shackles and iron chains, there is dead silence in the distance. Even the air has turned into a dead silence. The stagnant jelly, sinking in everyone's lungs.
"Here," the guard leading the way was very polite, "please please."
"..."
When the prison guard turned his head, he saw the young man in black standing in the corridor, looking up at the cold bars. The backlight cast a shadow on his handsome features, as if covering up many untellable past events and secrets, only a little light flashed in the dimness.
The prison guard couldn't help but stunned.
"Nothing." Wu Yu retracted his gaze, raised his head and walked into the meeting area, and whispered, "Thank you."
The door clicked open, and the shark suddenly looked up.
A very familiar figure walked into the room under the escort of the prison guard, pulled the chair away and sat on the opposite side, and looked at him calmly:
"Mr. Philip, don't come here unharmed?"
Wu Yu was obviously not healed from his serious injury and was much thinner. He wore a very well-fitting black suit with no buttons and white shirt piping on the cuffs. This simple and harmonious plain color match is very suitable for him. He looks very energetic. The hair is a little longer, and the tips of the hair are swept at the tips of the ears, bringing out a transparent and distant cold white face.
That was how they looked when they first met.
The shark looked at him steadily, the pupils in his blue eyes were so gray that they were almost white, and he slowly laughed for a while: "I was thinking about one thing when I was waiting for you just now."
"what's up?"
Although knowing that there are many pairs of eyes on the opposite side of the camera that are staring at his every move, the drug lord doesn't care, and his smile deepens: "What were you thinking on the way through the prison?"
"..."
"You see the shackles, the bars, the cold moldy bricks, the walls that don't see the sun... What's in your mind? Do you feel that you can't get out in this life?"
"Mom, this grandson is talking nonsense—" Just as a director was about to get up after the surveillance, Lin Kang stopped him and made him sit down with a wink.
"Do you feel that you are going to be drowned in this deep sea, eh?" The shark's upper body moved forward, staring at Wu Yu almost face to face: "--Agui?"
After the surveillance, the crowd was silent for a moment, and everyone looked different and there was no sound.
"...Before I came, I guessed why you wanted to see me, because you wanted to see me and regret it." Wu Yu sat there and breathed out a long while: "You may have a misunderstanding about me, Mr. Philip."
His voice came from the surveillance, a bit hoarse because of the injury, but in the quiet cell it was still very stable and clear: "From the time I walked to the present, it has always been the past, not the status quo. It is very easy for me to escape from the status quo, whether it is to work for the special situation team, after coming to Jinhai, or even during the time I worked for you."
The shark stared at him, "Really, then why have you never walked?"
Wu Yu didn't answer immediately. He thought for a while and asked: "Do you know what Song Bureau said to me before I came today?"
"..."
"He said that the more than 300,000 cash I saved before has been donated to my hometown. Bu Chonghua added a little bit to build a small school initially."
Shark narrowed his eyes coldly when he heard the words Bu Chonghua, but Wu Yu didn't care about it.
"The slogan of the Mariana Trench is'freedom of choice, not tyranny|politics'. It is said that your purpose of creating this website is to explore the ultimate decentralization and anarchism. You have promised to give me freedom. But you And those who do the same thing as you selectively ignore the most critical point: thorough and boundless indulgence will eventually lead to crime. The general public is actually pursuing the thread under the kite, and the tired bird will return late. That nest. So do I."
"The thread I used to be burned by Kunsha and the Siena gang, now I have found a new home. In your eyes it is a bondage, in my eyes it is the foundation of ultimate freedom "Wu Yu smiled, stood up and said, "Mr. Philip, our view of freedom has been the opposite from the beginning. You have been soliciting me for so long, but unfortunately you never see this clearly."
The chair rubbed on the ground and made a sharp noise. He turned and walked towards the door. At this moment, behind him, "Kang!" He didn't know what the shark had hit, and he suddenly shouted, "Stupid!"
The armed police's nerves were very tense, and they bounced up almost immediately as soon as they spoke, but Wu Yu waved his hand.
"Even without me, there will still be the Mariana Trench. If version 1.0 is down, there will be 2.0. Even if the trench is completely closed one day, AlphaBay, Dream Market, and Darknet Wall Street will still be in operation! As long as the anonymous communication technology is still there, Desire will not disappear, you will be trapped here forever! You will survive this endless loop to death!!"
The monitor couldn’t see Wu Yu’s face, but he was facing the door, his thin and tall back almost melted into the shadow of the prison room all the year round, and it took some time before finally turning back: “Also before Arthur Hodgson was executed. Said the same thing."
"Desire will not disappear, and war will not stop. You are right, I will indeed stay in this cycle to death, just like generations of ancestors before me and batches of newcomers behind me, one day we will go. See you again in the same place." Wu Yu smiled, although the smile line was very faint: "——I don’t know if I will regret the day you wish, Mr. Philip, but you must not see it anymore. If you want to invite me to watch your death sentence one day in the future, I will agree, but we shouldn’t have to meet again before that."
He nodded in the shark's indescribable gaze, opened the door of the cell, and walked out calmly. Behind him came a furious slam and the armed police screamed.
...
Wu Yu went out faster than he came in, and when he signed to leave the detention center, the sun outside was already noon. Lin Kang sat on the steps outside the prison building and smoked. Seeing him come out, he got up and patted his trouser legs, and handed him a cloud of smoke. Wu Yu signaled back while lighting the fire: "——It will not increase the difficulty of your interrogation. Right?"
"No, the entire North China interrogation experts are on board. Your excitement is almost negligible." Lin Kang spit out the smoke and raised his eyes with a smile: "I have two good news to tell you."
Wu Yu moved for a while and seemed to have a premonition. As expected, Lin Kang said: "The qualifications for the martyrs of Jie Xing have been approved and they will be buried under a monument in Yundian."
Jie Xing is a hardened martyr, but his sacrifice time and obituary inscription are closely related to Wu Yu's future destiny. As long as it is confirmed that he died ten years ago, it is equivalent to the above recognition of Wu Yu's name and merits. This is also the focus of Feng Ting and Lin Kang who actively strive for the upper hand during this period.
The lighter reflected two faint ignites in Wu Yu's eyes, and it took a long time before he muttered, "How did you tell me?"
"I persuaded Feng Ting, and Feng Ting came forward as a guarantor, and assigned you 13 years ago to the name of the secret external staff of the special situation group. All the formalities were secretly completed later, which is regarded as filling in these ten for Lao Hu. Nianjukeng. In fact, to put it seriously, it is not impossible to insist on logically proving your merits in the past ten years. The key is to see if anyone in the upper ranks insists on resisting this relationship. The arrest of the international drug lord is the final Decide the key weight of the balance." Lin Kang patted Wu Yu on the shoulder, "So you actually earned it yourself in the end, so I won't have to say thank you."
Wu Yu smiled slightly: "You think too much, I didn't want to say it at all. So in the future, should I go to Yundian or..."
"Feng Ting's meaning is to hope you go back, but I think it's better to save time, what age is it, don't engage in the tragedy of flying to the southeast of Qingchi Peacock. Yundian will add your new file in a few days Transfer to Jinhai intact. After Jinhai has officially applied for the merits, your real name will be known to the world." Lin Kang smiled at Wu Yu slightly: "Congratulations in advance for your promotion, Wu..."
Wu Yu: "It's okay to be a policeman and I have nothing to do--"
"...Home."
The surroundings were suddenly quiet, and the air seemed to freeze. Wu Yu stared at Lin Kang expressionlessly. After a few seconds, Lin Kang finally burst out with an earth-shattering laugh.
"If you dare to write this name on my file, I will definitely let you go to Qingchi tonight." Wu Yu said coldly in the wild laughter, "And the tortoise matches the bastard, you were just cursing. The bachelor of the detachment... wait, I will call the detachment, he will not let you go."
"Hahahahahahahahaha —" Lin Kang covered his mouth with one hand and slapped the wall with his hand, almost falling out of his cigarette. "No, I'm sorry, but I didn't mean it. You see, Officer Wu really only smoked this. root……"
"?!"
Wu Yu suddenly felt bad and conditioned to hide his cigarette butts, but the last chance of destroying the evidence was fleeting. A familiar hand stretched out from behind, took the cigarette between his fingers, and threw it into the trash can relentlessly. Then Bu Chonghua's artificial intelligence-like voice was cold and ruthless: "The one who swore to quit smoking last night Who is this person?"
Wu Yu: "………………"
"Smokers who secretly smoke are fined 500 push-ups or no snacks for a week. There will be no hot strips for next week."
Lin Kang, the culprit who provided cigarettes, stunned with a smile, clutching the cigarette case and ran away, almost hitting the glass in the duty room of the detention center.
"#￥%#￥%..." Wu Yu couldn't laugh or cry: "You are too stingy, Bu Chonghua! You weren't like this when you chased me!"
"Which man have you seen giving bait to the hooked fish?" Bu Chonghua asked back.
There is only one feeling at the time, that is, regret and very regret. I can’t wait to turn around and go to jail for a few days with a cigarette lighter. However, Bu Chonghua, the madman's method of health preservation, was extremely tough. He carried Wu Yu's small neck and shook out his cigarette case, scattered smoke, matches, and lighters... All of them were thrown into the trash can, and he clapped his hands and wrote lightly. : "Okay, go home."
Wu Yu covered his eyes and choked speechlessly: "Didn't you say that you will go to the Municipal Bureau for a meeting today and come back tonight?"
"Can't wait, I rush to see you." Bu Chonghua's lips twitched: "Tell you the second good news that Lin Kang didn't have time to say."
His expression at that moment was difficult to describe, his sword eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes flashed with a cold smile, and his thin lips pulled out a slight and sharp arc. Wu Yu subconsciously stood still, feeling something sharp in his heart, only to hear him said with such a smile: "Wan Changwen's death penalty has been approved."
"Next Monday, the death penalty will be executed immediately."
·
Wan Changwen was shot.
Jin Hai has rarely used guns to execute, and the approval of the death penalty was quickly whipped down. Early that morning, Wan Changwen was pulled out of the detention center cell. The two judges read the verdict face to face. The armed police went up to tie his trousers and knots, and then put him on the side of the car—really, he could only carry it. Because at that time this old poisonous insect could not go away at all, the toes dragged two long traces on the ground, and the military vehicle was always twitching all over the way as it was driving. Two turbid old eyes stared directly at the air, even turning around. Won't turn.
The execution ground was in a reed stilt on the edge of a depression on the outskirts of Jinhai City. When got out of the car, the entire face of the surname Wan had completely turned into a dead gray. It was really the kind of gray that was indistinguishable from the dead. When the torture cameraman came up to take the picture, the armed police let go, and he threw himself on the ground, his limbs twitching violently like a sieve.
"——Boss Wan." At this moment, he heard a slow, low voice coming from above his head, asking: "Do you remember me?"
"..."
It took a long time for Wan Changwen to shake his eyes and raise his eyes. His divergent vision reflected a man in his fifties with a square face and thick eyebrows, a burly and majestic figure, who was Song Ping, the director of the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau.
Song Ping looked at him condescendingly, his gaze was very strange, not like just looking at a mass of rotten and smelly garbage or ants about to be trampled to death, but something deeper and more bone-stitched, but it was difficult for outsiders to see. Hatred and hatred.
"I shouldn't remember, but it's okay." He knelt down to stare at Wan Changwen, and said word by word: "You only need to remember one thing: Today you were shot and not injected because of me. This I won the bullet for you."
Wan Changwen's brain seemed to be filled with cement, and it took a long time to slowly realize what it meant, and hatred suddenly burst into his dim eyes: "...you! You--"
"I want you to be shot to death like Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei and his wife back then. I want you to taste a hundred and thousand times the pain before you die, and I want to witness you become a pool of rotten flesh. "Song Ping's eyes are red, and every word hides a deeply suppressed tremor: "But you will not be remembered forever by the world like their heroic spirits. You will go down to the eighteenth hell and be cast aside until you are paid off. The countless sins and all the blood debts owed in my life."
Wan Changwen's eyes twitched uncontrollably, which was an expression of extreme fear. He saw the security guards encircling the execution grounds on the desolate reeds, and saw police cars, court cars, and funeral home corpses parked by the open space. Black body bags were already prepared behind the cordon. The plainclothes detectives formed a few circles around the open space, and everyone looked calm and indifferent, faintly surrounded by a young man in the middle of the front row holding two black and white portraits in his hands.
That is Bu Chonghua.
"That's right." Song Ping just got up to leave, suddenly remembered something, and smiled back: "Remember your only grandson Tao Ze? Bu Chonghua takes the charge and has changed his surname."
Wan Changwen seemed to have been given a shot and opened his eyes as if being electrocuted. The next second he met Song Ping's pitiful and condescending gaze:
"My mother's surname is Peng, and my name is Peng Yize."
Song Ping turned and walked behind the police car, without looking back, Wan Changwen's angry and desperate howling and the sound of his head grabbing the ground came from behind him.
Bu Chonghua stood in front of the crowd, and Wu Yu stood silently behind him. Tongguang and Zeng Wei smiled in the black and white photos of the last step. They are so young, handsome and happy. The hot and sour liquid in Song Ping's eyes finally came out of his eyes, and fell to the ground with every step he staggered.
He had never seen Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei who were alive, and it was too late to know each other's names before the final moment. But he will never forget that bloody late night. He was locked up in the ancestral hall of a village on the border with more than ten other suspicions. The gate was locked by heavy chains, and the torches reflected on his side. Horrified face. Wan Changwen was sitting on the Grand Master's chair in the middle of the front, picking his nails slowly with a dagger, and a row of hideous and rusty instruments of torture hung beside him. The smell of burnt raw meat filled the air with blood, layer by layer. The floor tiles and wall joints of the ancestral hall.
Every minute and every second of death was terribly long. At first, he wanted to yell, struggle, and desperately broke open the door and ran out wildly, and wanted to pay all the price to travel back to beyond the mountains and rivers. Hometown, even if look at his elderly parents again; but the cold and terrifying reality is that he can't do anything, he can only kneel upright on the ground with other people, his brain is blank, his heartbeat almost stops, and the machine waits for a long and painful death Finally came.
Death did not come.
Just before dawn, the door of the ancestral hall was finally hurriedly opened. At that moment, he was like a death row prisoner who had finally waited for the guillotine. He closed his eyes in despair, and heard someone rushing to Wan Changwen to call the sound master. He said in fear, "The errand guy has passed the words back, those two Tiaozi refused to explain who the'painter' was..."
"what?!"
"Actually, there is really no way. In the end, I can only kill the matter and set the fire. I somehow ran out two little boys..."
With a loud bang, Wan Changwen chopped his hand and threw the dagger, cursing the table, and the sound of boiling people everywhere, but his rumbling ear drums could not hear anything.
The rejoicing of the rest of his life, the ensuing shame, unbelievable astonishment, and violent rage... Countless fierce emotions hit his heart at the same time, causing him to fall backwards and fall in the ancestral hall for several years. On the accumulated blood black mud bricks, lost eyes looked at the gloomy sky.
At that time, he was still young, not yet his current name Song Ping. Later, Hu Liangan, the head of the special situation group, did not suffer from overwork. He was still at the top of his single line. Later, he was successfully rescued by the border armed police. He changed his name and went northward. He was exhausted physically and mentally. He had only a simple luggage bag in his left hand, and a young child with the same scars in his right hand.
Wan Changwen is still at large, and drug trafficking at the border continues. From then on, he would never forget that it was the unfamiliar comrades who paved the way out of hell with their bones, and it was the unforgettable blood feud on his shoulders, urging him to continue to move forward in this world.
...
boom!
Gunshots sounded from behind, the corpse fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and forensic doctors, criminal photographers, and notaries rushed forward.
Song Ping stopped in front of the portrait, throat spasm and trembling. Wu Yu took the photo frame, Bu Chonghua opened his hands with red eyes, and the father and son gave each other a tight hug.
The clouds are low and the sky is vast. The wind swept round and round waves across the reeds, passed through the desolate and magnificent world, and howled toward the south.
-Yundian Martyrs Cemetery.
The ceremony finally ended, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Lin Kang turned his back to the sun, leaned over to put down a bunch of white flowers, and exhaled when he got up:
"I was looking for you just now, and thought you were not coming."
Wu Yu stood quietly in front of the newly completed tombstone next to him, with a brand-new police uniform jacket over his shoulders, and his hands in his trouser pockets. Sunlight casts his obliquely signed and elongated figure, parallel to the rows of gray stele shadows, and they can't tell each other for a while.
"Unexpectedly, you really agreed to set up the monument of Jiexing here." Lin Kang turned from Zhang Boming's tombstone, "Feng Ting originally asked me to discuss whether you would put it like Bu Chonghua. The ashes are moved to the north, it will be convenient to worship in the future."
On the black-and-white photo, Jie Xing Fengshen is handsome and has bright eyes, and Wu Yu's eyebrows have fallen in the slight wind and frost, and he shook his head after hearing this: "He has no ashes, and the monument is the same everywhere."
Lin Kang couldn't help being silent.
"Furthermore, he grew up in Yundian. Maybe he wants to get together with his companions and comrades. After all, the special love team has buried a lot of people here." Wu Yu looked around: "Imagine they are here. We are very happy to gather people above our heads to fight the landlords."
Lin Kang laughed blankly: "Yes, so I want to be buried here after I die. How about you?"
Wu Yu didn't say a word at first, Lin Kang looked at him teasingly, and after a while he heard him calmly said: "I told Bu Chonghua that I don't need to bury it. Find a waterside and scatter the ashes. I will try my best to flow into the sea. The water vapor rises into the clouds, and it rains all over the land of China, and you can run around in this country. Maybe I can come to you to play cards."
"..." Lin Kang blinked his eyes, and took a hissing breath for a while: "Older people are walking in the sunset, you don't see that you are fashionable!"
Wu Yu burst out laughing.
Lin Kang smiled and shook his head, turned and walked along the way to the exit of the cemetery: "After some time, the Ministry of Public Security organized a network to hack the Mariana Trench website server. At that time, I will take people to Jinhai. Please remember to go back. I eat! Go away!"
Wu Yu didn't look back, but waved his hands. The two figures drifted away in the bright sun. The driver of Lin Kang down the hillside was already holding his computer and a few thick stacks of official documents and waiting by the car door.
The wind blew across the grass in the early spring, making a rustling noise, as if countless soft laughter were walking away. Wu Yu stood there, the smile on the corners of his lips gradually disappeared, staring blankly at the smiling face on the stone tablet that was once very similar to him, he knelt down for a long time, put his forehead against the photo, and let out a deep and thorough tremor Gas. 999 novel first published www.999xs.com m.999xs.com
At this time, a hand patted him on his shoulder, and then someone leaned down and put down a large bunch of lush light purple flowers in front of the tombstone, and the fresh aroma of mint came to his face.
"Do you believe in the world after death?" Wu Yu asked with his eyes closed.
Bu Chonghua's voice came from behind: "Believe. How about you?"
"..." Wu Yu let out a sigh of relief, Yu Yun's bitterness long after some years have faded: "Those who have passed away will believe that there is a world after death."
Spring returns to the earth, and the sky is wide. Wu Yu opened his eyes and stood up, standing side by side with Bu Chonghua, the sun shone through the colorful trees under their feet, the heroic distraction on the stone stele, the upright Zhang Boming in uniform, and the rows of clear or yellowed photos And the name, solidified countless years of war and immortal legends, and silently stare at them.
"When I was a child, I dreamed that when I grew up, I would go to many places and take a camera to measure the vast mountains and rivers. I didn't expect to become a policeman who used my feet to measure countless crime scenes." Bu Chonghua smiled and said, "If One day when I die, let’s mix our ashes and let us throw them in the water together. After the spring rain, everything will sprout, and new life will be thriving in the mountains and plains. Those heroic souls who are living to death will gather in the sky and reconnect with us. Meet."
"How old are we two then?" Wu Yu couldn't help laughing.
Bu Chonghua thought for a moment, "At least 80."
"Your cousin said he wants to live to ninety-seven."
"Then both of us will try our best to live to ninety-nine and not lose to others."
"But I don't know what year my birthday is..."
"I will give you a good birthday when I get home tonight, ah."
...
The two interdependent figures followed the long stone path towards the endless stone steps outside the Martyrs Cemetery, and countless small flowers bloomed in the sunshine. The wind in the distance came from the pale blue mountains, through the vigorous pines and cypresses and towering tombstones, through their scarred and clenched hands, and flew towards the vast and peaceful world under the mountain.
The wind and snow cleared, and the journey was long.
The dark blue police uniform jacket rose with the wind, and the two figures walked side by side, toward the splendid country and hometown under the scorching sky.
"——What, Mr. Philip wants to see Wu Yu?"
Bu Chonghua spread out his hand gracefully, his tone was restrained, polite, and rounded like he heard some ridiculous joke, although everyone could see the gentleman's white eyes at that moment: "I'm sorry, I don't understand. , What is good to see, and what is necessary to see? If you have to meet every time you catch a drug dealer, will the artist not use the Nancheng Detachment to work? The major prison detention centers across the country conduct a tour every month and are responsible for it Is it a hospice care for drug dealers?"
"..." Song Ping said, "You must pay attention to young people. I suggest that you bathe and burn incense and pray three times a day before you give the painter's advice. The fathers of the Ministry of Public Security do what they ask, and clamp it. Tail, behave well, okay?"
Most of the time, Wu Yu is a subordinate who makes the leader very satisfied. He is dull and meek. It doesn't matter what kind of tasks and arrangements he accepts. If you want to meet, then see.
On the day he was discharged from the hospital, the North China rejuvenated, and the grass grew and the peach blossoms bloomed on both sides of the road on the outskirts of Jinhai City. When the vehicles passed by, they rose up into the sky. However, the iron gate of the detention center seems to have opened up another world. The tall iron windows cut the gray daylight into several pieces. The dark corridors of the building are twisted. Apart from the sound of shackles and iron chains, there is dead silence in the distance. Even the air has turned into a dead silence. The stagnant jelly, sinking in everyone's lungs.
"Here," the guard leading the way was very polite, "please please."
"..."
When the prison guard turned his head, he saw the young man in black standing in the corridor, looking up at the cold bars. The backlight cast a shadow on his handsome features, as if covering up many untellable past events and secrets, only a little light flashed in the dimness.
The prison guard couldn't help but stunned.
"Nothing." Wu Yu retracted his gaze, raised his head and walked into the meeting area, and whispered, "Thank you."
The door clicked open, and the shark suddenly looked up.
A very familiar figure walked into the room under the escort of the prison guard, pulled the chair away and sat on the opposite side, and looked at him calmly:
"Mr. Philip, don't come here unharmed?"
Wu Yu was obviously not healed from his serious injury and was much thinner. He wore a very well-fitting black suit with no buttons and white shirt piping on the cuffs. This simple and harmonious plain color match is very suitable for him. He looks very energetic. The hair is a little longer, and the tips of the hair are swept at the tips of the ears, bringing out a transparent and distant cold white face.
That was how they looked when they first met.
The shark looked at him steadily, the pupils in his blue eyes were so gray that they were almost white, and he slowly laughed for a while: "I was thinking about one thing when I was waiting for you just now."
"what's up?"
Although knowing that there are many pairs of eyes on the opposite side of the camera that are staring at his every move, the drug lord doesn't care, and his smile deepens: "What were you thinking on the way through the prison?"
"..."
"You see the shackles, the bars, the cold moldy bricks, the walls that don't see the sun... What's in your mind? Do you feel that you can't get out in this life?"
"Mom, this grandson is talking nonsense—" Just as a director was about to get up after the surveillance, Lin Kang stopped him and made him sit down with a wink.
"Do you feel that you are going to be drowned in this deep sea, eh?" The shark's upper body moved forward, staring at Wu Yu almost face to face: "--Agui?"
After the surveillance, the crowd was silent for a moment, and everyone looked different and there was no sound.
"...Before I came, I guessed why you wanted to see me, because you wanted to see me and regret it." Wu Yu sat there and breathed out a long while: "You may have a misunderstanding about me, Mr. Philip."
His voice came from the surveillance, a bit hoarse because of the injury, but in the quiet cell it was still very stable and clear: "From the time I walked to the present, it has always been the past, not the status quo. It is very easy for me to escape from the status quo, whether it is to work for the special situation team, after coming to Jinhai, or even during the time I worked for you."
The shark stared at him, "Really, then why have you never walked?"
Wu Yu didn't answer immediately. He thought for a while and asked: "Do you know what Song Bureau said to me before I came today?"
"..."
"He said that the more than 300,000 cash I saved before has been donated to my hometown. Bu Chonghua added a little bit to build a small school initially."
Shark narrowed his eyes coldly when he heard the words Bu Chonghua, but Wu Yu didn't care about it.
"The slogan of the Mariana Trench is'freedom of choice, not tyranny|politics'. It is said that your purpose of creating this website is to explore the ultimate decentralization and anarchism. You have promised to give me freedom. But you And those who do the same thing as you selectively ignore the most critical point: thorough and boundless indulgence will eventually lead to crime. The general public is actually pursuing the thread under the kite, and the tired bird will return late. That nest. So do I."
"The thread I used to be burned by Kunsha and the Siena gang, now I have found a new home. In your eyes it is a bondage, in my eyes it is the foundation of ultimate freedom "Wu Yu smiled, stood up and said, "Mr. Philip, our view of freedom has been the opposite from the beginning. You have been soliciting me for so long, but unfortunately you never see this clearly."
The chair rubbed on the ground and made a sharp noise. He turned and walked towards the door. At this moment, behind him, "Kang!" He didn't know what the shark had hit, and he suddenly shouted, "Stupid!"
The armed police's nerves were very tense, and they bounced up almost immediately as soon as they spoke, but Wu Yu waved his hand.
"Even without me, there will still be the Mariana Trench. If version 1.0 is down, there will be 2.0. Even if the trench is completely closed one day, AlphaBay, Dream Market, and Darknet Wall Street will still be in operation! As long as the anonymous communication technology is still there, Desire will not disappear, you will be trapped here forever! You will survive this endless loop to death!!"
The monitor couldn’t see Wu Yu’s face, but he was facing the door, his thin and tall back almost melted into the shadow of the prison room all the year round, and it took some time before finally turning back: “Also before Arthur Hodgson was executed. Said the same thing."
"Desire will not disappear, and war will not stop. You are right, I will indeed stay in this cycle to death, just like generations of ancestors before me and batches of newcomers behind me, one day we will go. See you again in the same place." Wu Yu smiled, although the smile line was very faint: "——I don’t know if I will regret the day you wish, Mr. Philip, but you must not see it anymore. If you want to invite me to watch your death sentence one day in the future, I will agree, but we shouldn’t have to meet again before that."
He nodded in the shark's indescribable gaze, opened the door of the cell, and walked out calmly. Behind him came a furious slam and the armed police screamed.
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Wu Yu went out faster than he came in, and when he signed to leave the detention center, the sun outside was already noon. Lin Kang sat on the steps outside the prison building and smoked. Seeing him come out, he got up and patted his trouser legs, and handed him a cloud of smoke. Wu Yu signaled back while lighting the fire: "——It will not increase the difficulty of your interrogation. Right?"
"No, the entire North China interrogation experts are on board. Your excitement is almost negligible." Lin Kang spit out the smoke and raised his eyes with a smile: "I have two good news to tell you."
Wu Yu moved for a while and seemed to have a premonition. As expected, Lin Kang said: "The qualifications for the martyrs of Jie Xing have been approved and they will be buried under a monument in Yundian."
Jie Xing is a hardened martyr, but his sacrifice time and obituary inscription are closely related to Wu Yu's future destiny. As long as it is confirmed that he died ten years ago, it is equivalent to the above recognition of Wu Yu's name and merits. This is also the focus of Feng Ting and Lin Kang who actively strive for the upper hand during this period.
The lighter reflected two faint ignites in Wu Yu's eyes, and it took a long time before he muttered, "How did you tell me?"
"I persuaded Feng Ting, and Feng Ting came forward as a guarantor, and assigned you 13 years ago to the name of the secret external staff of the special situation group. All the formalities were secretly completed later, which is regarded as filling in these ten for Lao Hu. Nianjukeng. In fact, to put it seriously, it is not impossible to insist on logically proving your merits in the past ten years. The key is to see if anyone in the upper ranks insists on resisting this relationship. The arrest of the international drug lord is the final Decide the key weight of the balance." Lin Kang patted Wu Yu on the shoulder, "So you actually earned it yourself in the end, so I won't have to say thank you."
Wu Yu smiled slightly: "You think too much, I didn't want to say it at all. So in the future, should I go to Yundian or..."
"Feng Ting's meaning is to hope you go back, but I think it's better to save time, what age is it, don't engage in the tragedy of flying to the southeast of Qingchi Peacock. Yundian will add your new file in a few days Transfer to Jinhai intact. After Jinhai has officially applied for the merits, your real name will be known to the world." Lin Kang smiled at Wu Yu slightly: "Congratulations in advance for your promotion, Wu..."
Wu Yu: "It's okay to be a policeman and I have nothing to do--"
"...Home."
The surroundings were suddenly quiet, and the air seemed to freeze. Wu Yu stared at Lin Kang expressionlessly. After a few seconds, Lin Kang finally burst out with an earth-shattering laugh.
"If you dare to write this name on my file, I will definitely let you go to Qingchi tonight." Wu Yu said coldly in the wild laughter, "And the tortoise matches the bastard, you were just cursing. The bachelor of the detachment... wait, I will call the detachment, he will not let you go."
"Hahahahahahahahaha —" Lin Kang covered his mouth with one hand and slapped the wall with his hand, almost falling out of his cigarette. "No, I'm sorry, but I didn't mean it. You see, Officer Wu really only smoked this. root……"
"?!"
Wu Yu suddenly felt bad and conditioned to hide his cigarette butts, but the last chance of destroying the evidence was fleeting. A familiar hand stretched out from behind, took the cigarette between his fingers, and threw it into the trash can relentlessly. Then Bu Chonghua's artificial intelligence-like voice was cold and ruthless: "The one who swore to quit smoking last night Who is this person?"
Wu Yu: "………………"
"Smokers who secretly smoke are fined 500 push-ups or no snacks for a week. There will be no hot strips for next week."
Lin Kang, the culprit who provided cigarettes, stunned with a smile, clutching the cigarette case and ran away, almost hitting the glass in the duty room of the detention center.
"#￥%#￥%..." Wu Yu couldn't laugh or cry: "You are too stingy, Bu Chonghua! You weren't like this when you chased me!"
"Which man have you seen giving bait to the hooked fish?" Bu Chonghua asked back.
There is only one feeling at the time, that is, regret and very regret. I can’t wait to turn around and go to jail for a few days with a cigarette lighter. However, Bu Chonghua, the madman's method of health preservation, was extremely tough. He carried Wu Yu's small neck and shook out his cigarette case, scattered smoke, matches, and lighters... All of them were thrown into the trash can, and he clapped his hands and wrote lightly. : "Okay, go home."
Wu Yu covered his eyes and choked speechlessly: "Didn't you say that you will go to the Municipal Bureau for a meeting today and come back tonight?"
"Can't wait, I rush to see you." Bu Chonghua's lips twitched: "Tell you the second good news that Lin Kang didn't have time to say."
His expression at that moment was difficult to describe, his sword eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes flashed with a cold smile, and his thin lips pulled out a slight and sharp arc. Wu Yu subconsciously stood still, feeling something sharp in his heart, only to hear him said with such a smile: "Wan Changwen's death penalty has been approved."
"Next Monday, the death penalty will be executed immediately."
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Wan Changwen was shot.
Jin Hai has rarely used guns to execute, and the approval of the death penalty was quickly whipped down. Early that morning, Wan Changwen was pulled out of the detention center cell. The two judges read the verdict face to face. The armed police went up to tie his trousers and knots, and then put him on the side of the car—really, he could only carry it. Because at that time this old poisonous insect could not go away at all, the toes dragged two long traces on the ground, and the military vehicle was always twitching all over the way as it was driving. Two turbid old eyes stared directly at the air, even turning around. Won't turn.
The execution ground was in a reed stilt on the edge of a depression on the outskirts of Jinhai City. When got out of the car, the entire face of the surname Wan had completely turned into a dead gray. It was really the kind of gray that was indistinguishable from the dead. When the torture cameraman came up to take the picture, the armed police let go, and he threw himself on the ground, his limbs twitching violently like a sieve.
"——Boss Wan." At this moment, he heard a slow, low voice coming from above his head, asking: "Do you remember me?"
"..."
It took a long time for Wan Changwen to shake his eyes and raise his eyes. His divergent vision reflected a man in his fifties with a square face and thick eyebrows, a burly and majestic figure, who was Song Ping, the director of the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau.
Song Ping looked at him condescendingly, his gaze was very strange, not like just looking at a mass of rotten and smelly garbage or ants about to be trampled to death, but something deeper and more bone-stitched, but it was difficult for outsiders to see. Hatred and hatred.
"I shouldn't remember, but it's okay." He knelt down to stare at Wan Changwen, and said word by word: "You only need to remember one thing: Today you were shot and not injected because of me. This I won the bullet for you."
Wan Changwen's brain seemed to be filled with cement, and it took a long time to slowly realize what it meant, and hatred suddenly burst into his dim eyes: "...you! You--"
"I want you to be shot to death like Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei and his wife back then. I want you to taste a hundred and thousand times the pain before you die, and I want to witness you become a pool of rotten flesh. "Song Ping's eyes are red, and every word hides a deeply suppressed tremor: "But you will not be remembered forever by the world like their heroic spirits. You will go down to the eighteenth hell and be cast aside until you are paid off. The countless sins and all the blood debts owed in my life."
Wan Changwen's eyes twitched uncontrollably, which was an expression of extreme fear. He saw the security guards encircling the execution grounds on the desolate reeds, and saw police cars, court cars, and funeral home corpses parked by the open space. Black body bags were already prepared behind the cordon. The plainclothes detectives formed a few circles around the open space, and everyone looked calm and indifferent, faintly surrounded by a young man in the middle of the front row holding two black and white portraits in his hands.
That is Bu Chonghua.
"That's right." Song Ping just got up to leave, suddenly remembered something, and smiled back: "Remember your only grandson Tao Ze? Bu Chonghua takes the charge and has changed his surname."
Wan Changwen seemed to have been given a shot and opened his eyes as if being electrocuted. The next second he met Song Ping's pitiful and condescending gaze:
"My mother's surname is Peng, and my name is Peng Yize."
Song Ping turned and walked behind the police car, without looking back, Wan Changwen's angry and desperate howling and the sound of his head grabbing the ground came from behind him.
Bu Chonghua stood in front of the crowd, and Wu Yu stood silently behind him. Tongguang and Zeng Wei smiled in the black and white photos of the last step. They are so young, handsome and happy. The hot and sour liquid in Song Ping's eyes finally came out of his eyes, and fell to the ground with every step he staggered.
He had never seen Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei who were alive, and it was too late to know each other's names before the final moment. But he will never forget that bloody late night. He was locked up in the ancestral hall of a village on the border with more than ten other suspicions. The gate was locked by heavy chains, and the torches reflected on his side. Horrified face. Wan Changwen was sitting on the Grand Master's chair in the middle of the front, picking his nails slowly with a dagger, and a row of hideous and rusty instruments of torture hung beside him. The smell of burnt raw meat filled the air with blood, layer by layer. The floor tiles and wall joints of the ancestral hall.
Every minute and every second of death was terribly long. At first, he wanted to yell, struggle, and desperately broke open the door and ran out wildly, and wanted to pay all the price to travel back to beyond the mountains and rivers. Hometown, even if look at his elderly parents again; but the cold and terrifying reality is that he can't do anything, he can only kneel upright on the ground with other people, his brain is blank, his heartbeat almost stops, and the machine waits for a long and painful death Finally came.
Death did not come.
Just before dawn, the door of the ancestral hall was finally hurriedly opened. At that moment, he was like a death row prisoner who had finally waited for the guillotine. He closed his eyes in despair, and heard someone rushing to Wan Changwen to call the sound master. He said in fear, "The errand guy has passed the words back, those two Tiaozi refused to explain who the'painter' was..."
"what?!"
"Actually, there is really no way. In the end, I can only kill the matter and set the fire. I somehow ran out two little boys..."
With a loud bang, Wan Changwen chopped his hand and threw the dagger, cursing the table, and the sound of boiling people everywhere, but his rumbling ear drums could not hear anything.
The rejoicing of the rest of his life, the ensuing shame, unbelievable astonishment, and violent rage... Countless fierce emotions hit his heart at the same time, causing him to fall backwards and fall in the ancestral hall for several years. On the accumulated blood black mud bricks, lost eyes looked at the gloomy sky.
At that time, he was still young, not yet his current name Song Ping. Later, Hu Liangan, the head of the special situation group, did not suffer from overwork. He was still at the top of his single line. Later, he was successfully rescued by the border armed police. He changed his name and went northward. He was exhausted physically and mentally. He had only a simple luggage bag in his left hand, and a young child with the same scars in his right hand.
Wan Changwen is still at large, and drug trafficking at the border continues. From then on, he would never forget that it was the unfamiliar comrades who paved the way out of hell with their bones, and it was the unforgettable blood feud on his shoulders, urging him to continue to move forward in this world.
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boom!
Gunshots sounded from behind, the corpse fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and forensic doctors, criminal photographers, and notaries rushed forward.
Song Ping stopped in front of the portrait, throat spasm and trembling. Wu Yu took the photo frame, Bu Chonghua opened his hands with red eyes, and the father and son gave each other a tight hug.
The clouds are low and the sky is vast. The wind swept round and round waves across the reeds, passed through the desolate and magnificent world, and howled toward the south.
-Yundian Martyrs Cemetery.
The ceremony finally ended, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Lin Kang turned his back to the sun, leaned over to put down a bunch of white flowers, and exhaled when he got up:
"I was looking for you just now, and thought you were not coming."
Wu Yu stood quietly in front of the newly completed tombstone next to him, with a brand-new police uniform jacket over his shoulders, and his hands in his trouser pockets. Sunlight casts his obliquely signed and elongated figure, parallel to the rows of gray stele shadows, and they can't tell each other for a while.
"Unexpectedly, you really agreed to set up the monument of Jiexing here." Lin Kang turned from Zhang Boming's tombstone, "Feng Ting originally asked me to discuss whether you would put it like Bu Chonghua. The ashes are moved to the north, it will be convenient to worship in the future."
On the black-and-white photo, Jie Xing Fengshen is handsome and has bright eyes, and Wu Yu's eyebrows have fallen in the slight wind and frost, and he shook his head after hearing this: "He has no ashes, and the monument is the same everywhere."
Lin Kang couldn't help being silent.
"Furthermore, he grew up in Yundian. Maybe he wants to get together with his companions and comrades. After all, the special love team has buried a lot of people here." Wu Yu looked around: "Imagine they are here. We are very happy to gather people above our heads to fight the landlords."
Lin Kang laughed blankly: "Yes, so I want to be buried here after I die. How about you?"
Wu Yu didn't say a word at first, Lin Kang looked at him teasingly, and after a while he heard him calmly said: "I told Bu Chonghua that I don't need to bury it. Find a waterside and scatter the ashes. I will try my best to flow into the sea. The water vapor rises into the clouds, and it rains all over the land of China, and you can run around in this country. Maybe I can come to you to play cards."
"..." Lin Kang blinked his eyes, and took a hissing breath for a while: "Older people are walking in the sunset, you don't see that you are fashionable!"
Wu Yu burst out laughing.
Lin Kang smiled and shook his head, turned and walked along the way to the exit of the cemetery: "After some time, the Ministry of Public Security organized a network to hack the Mariana Trench website server. At that time, I will take people to Jinhai. Please remember to go back. I eat! Go away!"
Wu Yu didn't look back, but waved his hands. The two figures drifted away in the bright sun. The driver of Lin Kang down the hillside was already holding his computer and a few thick stacks of official documents and waiting by the car door.
The wind blew across the grass in the early spring, making a rustling noise, as if countless soft laughter were walking away. Wu Yu stood there, the smile on the corners of his lips gradually disappeared, staring blankly at the smiling face on the stone tablet that was once very similar to him, he knelt down for a long time, put his forehead against the photo, and let out a deep and thorough tremor Gas. 999 novel first published www.999xs.com m.999xs.com
At this time, a hand patted him on his shoulder, and then someone leaned down and put down a large bunch of lush light purple flowers in front of the tombstone, and the fresh aroma of mint came to his face.
"Do you believe in the world after death?" Wu Yu asked with his eyes closed.
Bu Chonghua's voice came from behind: "Believe. How about you?"
"..." Wu Yu let out a sigh of relief, Yu Yun's bitterness long after some years have faded: "Those who have passed away will believe that there is a world after death."
Spring returns to the earth, and the sky is wide. Wu Yu opened his eyes and stood up, standing side by side with Bu Chonghua, the sun shone through the colorful trees under their feet, the heroic distraction on the stone stele, the upright Zhang Boming in uniform, and the rows of clear or yellowed photos And the name, solidified countless years of war and immortal legends, and silently stare at them.
"When I was a child, I dreamed that when I grew up, I would go to many places and take a camera to measure the vast mountains and rivers. I didn't expect to become a policeman who used my feet to measure countless crime scenes." Bu Chonghua smiled and said, "If One day when I die, let’s mix our ashes and let us throw them in the water together. After the spring rain, everything will sprout, and new life will be thriving in the mountains and plains. Those heroic souls who are living to death will gather in the sky and reconnect with us. Meet."
"How old are we two then?" Wu Yu couldn't help laughing.
Bu Chonghua thought for a moment, "At least 80."
"Your cousin said he wants to live to ninety-seven."
"Then both of us will try our best to live to ninety-nine and not lose to others."
"But I don't know what year my birthday is..."
"I will give you a good birthday when I get home tonight, ah."
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The two interdependent figures followed the long stone path towards the endless stone steps outside the Martyrs Cemetery, and countless small flowers bloomed in the sunshine. The wind in the distance came from the pale blue mountains, through the vigorous pines and cypresses and towering tombstones, through their scarred and clenched hands, and flew towards the vast and peaceful world under the mountain.
The wind and snow cleared, and the journey was long.
The dark blue police uniform jacket rose with the wind, and the two figures walked side by side, toward the splendid country and hometown under the scorching sky.
