"What happened to the boxing champion?"
The jeep galloped on the mountain road, lifting up gravel and dust all the way. Wu Yu drove with a cigarette in one hand, and did not respond, spit out a syllable from the corner of his mouth: "Huh?"
Bu Chonghua was in the co-driver's seat, and his index finger knuckles on the dark growth on his elbow: "This."
"Oh," Wu Yu thought for a while, and said, "It seems to be dead."
"died?"
"You can fight, you can fight too much. His boss always let him go out to fight hard because he thinks he has the face. In fact, he is just to show off, and finally hit a hard stubble one day." Wu Yu said: "So people can't show It’s too good to keep the superiors too satisfied, the rafters in their early days will rot first."
He turned his head and glanced at Bu Chonghua, his eyes teasing, which seemed quite interesting.
"..." Bu Chonghua saw the corners of his mouth that he wanted to say, but didn't say anything. After a while, he murmured and said: "It's really easy for people to die."
"It's easy. It's all just bought. It's clearly marked as a few thousand yuan. Of course, he's a bit more expensive, he will definitely give his wife and children a lot of comfort after death, otherwise no one wants to sell it in the future."
"Only a few thousand yuan?"
Wu Yu did not answer.
"Hey," Bu Chonghua leaned over from the co-pilot, "then anyone wouldn't want to sell it?"
Cars roared across the mountain roads, and the railway line gradually moved away, replaced by plains and mountains, endless under the gray-blue sky. Wu Yu stretched the cigarette butt out of the window and flicked it, and said casually: "There must be, there are aliens everywhere. If you go to Liu Li's home and ask if there are any girls who don't want to sell, they will definitely be there. It’s not cheap for the people in that place anymore. The number four hero|Because it is only more than 300 yuan outside the border."
Bu Chonghua thought but said nothing. The fastest update of 999 novels Computer: https://www.999xs.com/
After taking a couple of puffs, Wu Yu took a cigarette and threw it on the mountain road outside the car. Then he poured one out of the cigarette case and held it at the corner of his mouth. He held the steering wheel in one hand and fumbled for the lighter from the glove box.
"How much is your life worth?" Bu Chonghua asked, patting him on the back.
Wu Yu raised his eyebrows: "Me? Don't change my daughter."
Bu Chonghua nodded, and then took away the lighter: "Then you can take two fewer lungs, or a better one, for your precious lungs."
Wu Yu's cigarette fell out with a mouthful: "...Hey!"
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Jeep bumped down the mountain road and stumbled on the self-built cement road that was in disrepair for a long time. don’t know how long it took to see the scattered building in front of it-it was a small self-built building in a rural area. Fengyuan Village in Gechengshan finally arrived.
The sky has gradually dimmed, smoke is rising in the distance, and scattered lights are lit up in this village scattered halfway through the mountain. Bu Chonghua jumped out of the car and closed the car door with a bang: "I won't believe your instigation anymore. I said it will take a long time at most. What is going on now?"
"..." Wu Yu said grimly: "How did I know that the mountain roads here are so winding."
Generally speaking, when the police in the city go to the countryside to go to the countryside, they must first take the formalities and documents, notify the local government and public security organs, and then be accompanied by the police from the police station under their jurisdiction. A lot of trouble will be added in the process. But the situation in Fengyuan Village is special. The police station here is dozens of miles away. If you go through the process, you must delay here for one night; Bu Chonghua is a person who saves every second at work, so just call We greeted them and asked the police station to notify the local security officer to wait for them at the head of the village.
"Husband and wife Gao Wei?" The director of public security is in his forties. It is said that he is one of the few highly educated college students in the village. There is a firecracker factory at home. Putonghua speaks very well: "They didn't live here long ago. Well, basically move to the county."
Bu Chonghua flashed a flashlight under the darkening sky, "Not coming back?"
"I'll come back, too, during busy farming and winter and summer vacations." The director of public security said: "Their two children go to school in the county, the eldest child goes to junior high school, and the second child goes to elementary school; the school is too expensive, so they went to the school to open a Small shops. Opening a small shop is better than doing food in the land. The county makes more money. They often come back two years earlier. Last year they came back a few months..."
"What about their eldest daughter?"
"big girl? big girl is also helping in the store, right?" The director of public security finally found out about the matter, and hurriedly lowered his voice sneakily: "I heard that his big girl died in the city? In the village? It's all spreading, is it true? How did it die? Who killed it?"
Bu Chonghua didn't answer, and asked, "Is your village good to worship God?"
"Huh? Land Master?"
"Except for the earth, what about God, Jehovah, and Christ?"
The director of public security sneered and rubbed his hands, with an expression of whether the leader had a brain problem: "This government, you see what you said, our Communist|Party|members are atheists, and usually worship the Bodhisattva God of Wealth and the like. God, Lord, we are all those foreign gods...Ah! Let’s put it this way, people speak English, and it’s useless for us to worship!"
Bu Chonghua was noncommittal and walked along the rugged path.
Many people in rural areas usually work outside the home and only come back during busy farming or New Year’s holidays, but they still devote all they can to building buildings in their hometowns-buildings are the face of the people in the village, and they are needed regardless of whether they live or not, otherwise they are in the village. A dwarf.
The same is true for Gao Wei’s house. When we walked to the end of the village and went outside for more than ten minutes, a three-story self-built concrete building with aluminum alloy doors and windows and anti-theft nets was erected at the end of the remote fork. Newer.
"His house looks bigger than others?" Bu Chonghua asked around the small building.
The director of public security shook his head vigorously: "I usually don't pay attention. It should be the money made by outsiders—hey, it's all from the village, and it's not that big."
Bu Chonghua nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "Go in and take a look."
"Hey?" The director of public security was stunned, and his face was embarrassed: "Also-go in again? But we don't have his key here, or I ask someone to break the lock..."
Bu Chonghua walked to the gate: "No need."
Unlike the anti-theft doors in the city, the iron general downstairs in the concrete locked the lock and twisted the chains firmly. Bu Chonghua held the heavy brass lock in one hand and looked at it. Wu Yu stood by his side and looked at it for a while. It seemed to feel a little tricky: "This kind of straight-open bullet lock is not easy to open now, and there are anti-theft locks inside. Picked...Hello!"
Before Wu Yu's hand touched Bu Chonghua's trouser pocket, he was grabbed at the wrist bone by the Bu Detachment Captain.
"..."
The two looked at each other for five seconds, and Wu Yu asked inexplicably, "What are you doing?"
Bu Chonghua looked at him with indifferent, light-colored eyes for a moment, and slowly let go of his hand. Wu Yu immediately straightened up his waist with his back behind him, staring at the iron lock and raising his chin: "I knew I had brought a broken pump. What should we do now?"
"..."
"It's okay, the leader of the party members takes the lead. You kick it yourself and keep it--"
With a click, the tongue bounced, and Wu Yu's voice stopped abruptly. I saw Bu Chonghua proficiently pulling out the two hairpins from the keyhole, and raised an eyebrow at him, with a hint of teasing in his expression: "You've watched too many TV shows, who is still kicking the door now."
Wu Yu: "..."
The door opened, and with the last gleam of sky light outside the window, the typical old-fashioned northern village self-built house pattern was unfolded before them.
The living room on the first floor is only half covered with tiles, and the other half is stacked with wooden boxes and bamboo baskets and other sundries. To the east is an old-fashioned Eight Immortal table, a refrigerator and a brick stove. An electric car is parked on the ground; the stairs are paved with bright lights. There are mopping buckets on the corners of the floor tiles, and the second floor is the bedroom, living room and toilet. The toilet is a squat, and there is a dirty red chemical fiber carpet outside.
The third floor has not been renovated, and it is still rough cement, because the air smells of mildew if the windows are not opened for a long time. Bu Chonghua turned his flashlight around, the security officer followed him embarrassedly and rubbed his hands and smiled: "We are all like this. We live and renovate. If we have money, we will install a little bit. If we don't have money, we will put it aside. Alas! In fact, I'm just being poor and paying attention to face. It's just donkey feces and eggs..."
"When was the last time they came back to live?" Bu Chonghua asked.
"It's probably the Spring Festival. I went back when I started living, and never came back."
"Never come back?"
"They want to do business. They say they are from our village. Actually, it has nothing to do with this. The last time I saw their big girl was years ago." The security officer secretly looked at Bu Chonghua's face. He laughed and asked: "Your superior public security agency probably doesn't know our situation here. In fact, it's useless for you to come to the village. You can't find him and his wife anymore. If it's to investigate their Da Ya's case, how about I help? You make a call and help you find it in the county?"
Bu Chonghua didn't say a word, turned around the rough floor, and then went down the stairs.
The security officer also followed him step by step, after thinking about it and then suggesting: "Hey, the government, should I write you their address in the county? And the school of his eldest child and the second child, now is the time for class. If you go to their school to take care of people..."
"Captain!" Wu Yu's voice came from the kitchen on the first floor.
Bu Chonghua waved his hand politely and interrupted the enthusiastic public security officer: "Please wait for me, please." Then he quickly went downstairs, and saw Wu Yu standing in front of the window behind the kitchen stove, flashing the flashlight, Squint to see what-a bag of soy sauce.
"What?" Bu Chonghua asked in a low voice.
Wu Yu didn't say a word, and gently swiped his thumb across the corner of the soy sauce bag, only to see that the few bold numbers were the printed production date.
The time was two months ago.
—"When was the last time they came back to live?"
"It's probably the Spring Festival, I went back when I started living, and never came back..."
The sky was dark outside the window, and night had fallen.
There were only sporadic lights in the villages in the distance, accompanied by the long and sharp wind across the mountains, and the half-person-high grasses swayed in the darkness, like countless sprites and ghosts lurking in all directions.
Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu were close to each other. Neither of them spoke, but only heard the light but depressed breathing from the tips of each other's noses.
"Government! Hey, government?" From the second floor, the security officer's voice seemed to poke his head out of the corner of the stairs: "Can we turn on a light? The black light is blind, and you can't see anything?"
Bu Chonghua put an index finger on his lips and signaled Wu Yu not to make a sound. At the same time, he took out the phone from his trouser pocket, quickly opened the text message and sent a positioning program, and said in a deep voice, "What did you say?"
"Can we turn on a light? It feels dark, I can't see anything..."
"Don't open. We came here without a search warrant. If we disturb people, we will be punished." Bu Chonghua casually said, "You wait and don't move. I'll go to the bathroom. We will leave when we come out. good-looking."
The chief of security was on the second floor, stretching his neck: "Oh, oh—that's fine. Should I write you their county address?"
"Yes! You will go to the car with us to write later!"
The chief of security then relieved his heart and retracted his head.
Bu Chonghua put the phone back in his pocket, just about to whisper something, suddenly his body stiffened, and the opposite Wu Yu also froze at the same time, and the two looked at each other.
"..."
Bu Chonghua clenched Wu Yu's wrist, firmly unable to break free, just so little, he pulled his hand out of his trouser pocket and raised it in front of him.
The two looked at each other for five seconds, and Bu Chonghua seized the lighter that had been stolen by Wu Yu, and whispered: "When is it all, are you still thinking about smoking?!"
Wu Yu gritted his teeth: "When is it, are you still holding my lighter?"
When there was a sound on the second floor, Bu Chonghua immediately stopped, and without a word, he dragged Wu Yu into the bathroom, closed the door with a bang, and then turned on the faucet. He whispered in a low voice and commanded: "When we go out later, you Let’s go first. I’m behind the security officer, and I’m trying to stop him. In case something happens, I’ll be against him in front, and you run to the direction of the parking lot..."
Wu Yu pressed his back against the wall and interrupted him impatiently: "Even the chief of public security gave them cover. Then I don't know how many people in this village are cultists. What if there is a trouble, can you do it?"
Bu Chonghua said coldly: "You better pray that you don't have a chance to see if I can do it!"
"..." Wu Yu made a decisive decision: "You should return the lighter to me first."
"When did you remember the lighter?!"
"What if you are too glorious to give it to me?!"
Wu Yu stretched out his hand to Bu Chonghua’s trouser pocket, and Bu Chonghua pushed him out again. In just half a second, Wu Yu’s elbow bumped back and there was a muffled sound. There was no handle on the wall. The cabinet door was pressed and popped open, revealing a small slit.
Wu Yu: "..."
Bu Chonghua: "..."
In the kitchen or bathroom of a self-built house, there is mostly a built-in space to install a gas water heater. It is normal for the three-story concrete building to use a large 24 liter tank, but under the light of the flashlight, the gap in the door is faint Not a water heater, but a concrete step that leads directly to the ground.
Bu Chonghua's face tightened slightly, holding a flashlight in one hand, and just reaching out to pull the small door, Wu Yu held him down, and pulled out a very narrow dagger from his waist belt to signal him to hold it. There was a cold glow in the flashlight beam.
Bu Chonghua nodded, pushed him silently behind him, then gently opened the door with the tip of a knife, and quickly took a flashlight into it.
——That is a cellar.
In the northern rural areas, every household used to have vegetable cellars, but in the cellar of Gao's house, instead of vegetables, rows of bookshelves were placed. These bookshelves are fan-shaped and placed against the wall, leaving about ten square meters of space in the middle. Two chairs and rows of cushions are placed in a mess, as if they are specially used for people to sit or kneel in gatherings.
Bu Chonghua flashed his flashlight on those rows of bookshelves, and the stuff was filled with manuscripts, CDs, portable USB flash drives, and video tapes, as well as a few projectors and random cords; he took out a few video tapes at random. Look, there are handwritten labels on the outer box, most of which are heavily religious titles such as "The Word Is in | Flesh| Appears" or "The Sheep Hears the Voice of God". There is also a CD with marker pens. "Evangelism Assembly Teaching Video 4.20".
"...Fuck." Wu Yu said softly behind him.
Bu Chonghua looked back and saw that Wu Yu took out a thick photo album from the lower shelf of the bookshelf. As soon as he opened it, a huge pile of photos were scattered. All unsightly men and women overlap each other. Zhang Zhang's background is all of them. In this cellar!
The two looked at each other, and Bu Chonghua shouted in a low voice: "Get the chief of security!"
No need for him to say another word, Wu Yu flashed and rushed up the concrete steps. Bu Chonghua quickly picked a few photos and stuffed them in his arms. The wind followed closely behind him; the two got out of the hidden door on the wall almost at the same time. At this moment, I heard the sound of "click!" outside the bathroom door, and then rushed out in a panic with dongdongdong's footsteps.
——It is the director of public security, he wants to run!
Wu Yu pushed forward with an arrow, and the door remained motionless, but it was locked from the outside!
Wu Yu cursed secretly in his heart. He took a half step back and was about to exert his strength. The next second he was pulled away by Bu Chonghua. Without a word, he raised his foot and kicked.
Cack!
The iron bolt on the outer door frame broke free from the screw and flew out like bullets. The entire door panel was torn apart in a loud noise!
Before the security officer ran to the gate, he felt a strong wind coming from behind his head, and he was immediately screamed by a flashlight! His head was smashed and blood flowed, and he collapsed before he even uttered a sound. Bu Chonghua twisted his elbow and fell to the ground.
"Help—Um!"
Wu Yu followed closely and accurately removed the security officer's chin, and the screams stopped abruptly.
"..." The two of them pressed the convulsing security officer, one half kneeled on the ground, and looked at each other for three seconds, and at the same time looked back at the shattered door panel behind him.
"Didn't it mean that only TV shows kick the door?" Wu Yu asked hoarsely.
Bu Chonghua stopped breathing and swallowed: "...This is called literary creation comes from life."
"What happened to the boxing champion?"
The jeep galloped on the mountain road, lifting up gravel and dust all the way. Wu Yu drove with a cigarette in one hand, and did not respond, spit out a syllable from the corner of his mouth: "Huh?"
Bu Chonghua was in the co-driver's seat, and his index finger knuckles on the dark growth on his elbow: "This."
"Oh," Wu Yu thought for a while, and said, "It seems to be dead."
"died?"
"You can fight, you can fight too much. His boss always let him go out to fight hard because he thinks he has the face. In fact, he is just to show off, and finally hit a hard stubble one day." Wu Yu said: "So people can't show It’s too good to keep the superiors too satisfied, the rafters in their early days will rot first."
He turned his head and glanced at Bu Chonghua, his eyes teasing, which seemed quite interesting.
"..." Bu Chonghua saw the corners of his mouth that he wanted to say, but didn't say anything. After a while, he murmured and said: "It's really easy for people to die."
"It's easy. It's all just bought. It's clearly marked as a few thousand yuan. Of course, he's a bit more expensive, he will definitely give his wife and children a lot of comfort after death, otherwise no one wants to sell it in the future."
"Only a few thousand yuan?"
Wu Yu did not answer.
"Hey," Bu Chonghua leaned over from the co-pilot, "then anyone wouldn't want to sell it?"
Cars roared across the mountain roads, and the railway line gradually moved away, replaced by plains and mountains, endless under the gray-blue sky. Wu Yu stretched the cigarette butt out of the window and flicked it, and said casually: "There must be, there are aliens everywhere. If you go to Liu Li's home and ask if there are any girls who don't want to sell, they will definitely be there. It’s not cheap for the people in that place anymore. The number four hero|Because it is only more than 300 yuan outside the border."
Bu Chonghua thought but said nothing. The fastest update of 999 novels Computer: https://www.999xs.com/
After taking a couple of puffs, Wu Yu took a cigarette and threw it on the mountain road outside the car. Then he poured one out of the cigarette case and held it at the corner of his mouth. He held the steering wheel in one hand and fumbled for the lighter from the glove box.
"How much is your life worth?" Bu Chonghua asked, patting him on the back.
Wu Yu raised his eyebrows: "Me? Don't change my daughter."
Bu Chonghua nodded, and then took away the lighter: "Then you can take two fewer lungs, or a better one, for your precious lungs."
Wu Yu's cigarette fell out with a mouthful: "...Hey!"
·
Jeep bumped down the mountain road and stumbled on the self-built cement road that was in disrepair for a long time. don’t know how long it took to see the scattered building in front of it-it was a small self-built building in a rural area. Fengyuan Village in Gechengshan finally arrived.
The sky has gradually dimmed, smoke is rising in the distance, and scattered lights are lit up in this village scattered halfway through the mountain. Bu Chonghua jumped out of the car and closed the car door with a bang: "I won't believe your instigation anymore. I said it will take a long time at most. What is going on now?"
"..." Wu Yu said grimly: "How did I know that the mountain roads here are so winding."
Generally speaking, when the police in the city go to the countryside to go to the countryside, they must first take the formalities and documents, notify the local government and public security organs, and then be accompanied by the police from the police station under their jurisdiction. A lot of trouble will be added in the process. But the situation in Fengyuan Village is special. The police station here is dozens of miles away. If you go through the process, you must delay here for one night; Bu Chonghua is a person who saves every second at work, so just call We greeted them and asked the police station to notify the local security officer to wait for them at the head of the village.
"Husband and wife Gao Wei?" The director of public security is in his forties. It is said that he is one of the few highly educated college students in the village. There is a firecracker factory at home. Putonghua speaks very well: "They didn't live here long ago. Well, basically move to the county."
Bu Chonghua flashed a flashlight under the darkening sky, "Not coming back?"
"I'll come back, too, during busy farming and winter and summer vacations." The director of public security said: "Their two children go to school in the county, the eldest child goes to junior high school, and the second child goes to elementary school; the school is too expensive, so they went to the school to open a Small shops. Opening a small shop is better than doing food in the land. The county makes more money. They often come back two years earlier. Last year they came back a few months..."
"What about their eldest daughter?"
"big girl? big girl is also helping in the store, right?" The director of public security finally found out about the matter, and hurriedly lowered his voice sneakily: "I heard that his big girl died in the city? In the village? It's all spreading, is it true? How did it die? Who killed it?"
Bu Chonghua didn't answer, and asked, "Is your village good to worship God?"
"Huh? Land Master?"
"Except for the earth, what about God, Jehovah, and Christ?"
The director of public security sneered and rubbed his hands, with an expression of whether the leader had a brain problem: "This government, you see what you said, our Communist|Party|members are atheists, and usually worship the Bodhisattva God of Wealth and the like. God, Lord, we are all those foreign gods...Ah! Let’s put it this way, people speak English, and it’s useless for us to worship!"
Bu Chonghua was noncommittal and walked along the rugged path.
Many people in rural areas usually work outside the home and only come back during busy farming or New Year’s holidays, but they still devote all they can to building buildings in their hometowns-buildings are the face of the people in the village, and they are needed regardless of whether they live or not, otherwise they are in the village. A dwarf.
The same is true for Gao Wei’s house. When we walked to the end of the village and went outside for more than ten minutes, a three-story self-built concrete building with aluminum alloy doors and windows and anti-theft nets was erected at the end of the remote fork. Newer.
"His house looks bigger than others?" Bu Chonghua asked around the small building.
The director of public security shook his head vigorously: "I usually don't pay attention. It should be the money made by outsiders—hey, it's all from the village, and it's not that big."
Bu Chonghua nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "Go in and take a look."
"Hey?" The director of public security was stunned, and his face was embarrassed: "Also-go in again? But we don't have his key here, or I ask someone to break the lock..."
Bu Chonghua walked to the gate: "No need."
Unlike the anti-theft doors in the city, the iron general downstairs in the concrete locked the lock and twisted the chains firmly. Bu Chonghua held the heavy brass lock in one hand and looked at it. Wu Yu stood by his side and looked at it for a while. It seemed to feel a little tricky: "This kind of straight-open bullet lock is not easy to open now, and there are anti-theft locks inside. Picked...Hello!"
Before Wu Yu's hand touched Bu Chonghua's trouser pocket, he was grabbed at the wrist bone by the Bu Detachment Captain.
"..."
The two looked at each other for five seconds, and Wu Yu asked inexplicably, "What are you doing?"
Bu Chonghua looked at him with indifferent, light-colored eyes for a moment, and slowly let go of his hand. Wu Yu immediately straightened up his waist with his back behind him, staring at the iron lock and raising his chin: "I knew I had brought a broken pump. What should we do now?"
"..."
"It's okay, the leader of the party members takes the lead. You kick it yourself and keep it--"
With a click, the tongue bounced, and Wu Yu's voice stopped abruptly. I saw Bu Chonghua proficiently pulling out the two hairpins from the keyhole, and raised an eyebrow at him, with a hint of teasing in his expression: "You've watched too many TV shows, who is still kicking the door now."
Wu Yu: "..."
The door opened, and with the last gleam of sky light outside the window, the typical old-fashioned northern village self-built house pattern was unfolded before them.
The living room on the first floor is only half covered with tiles, and the other half is stacked with wooden boxes and bamboo baskets and other sundries. To the east is an old-fashioned Eight Immortal table, a refrigerator and a brick stove. An electric car is parked on the ground; the stairs are paved with bright lights. There are mopping buckets on the corners of the floor tiles, and the second floor is the bedroom, living room and toilet. The toilet is a squat, and there is a dirty red chemical fiber carpet outside.
The third floor has not been renovated, and it is still rough cement, because the air smells of mildew if the windows are not opened for a long time. Bu Chonghua turned his flashlight around, the security officer followed him embarrassedly and rubbed his hands and smiled: "We are all like this. We live and renovate. If we have money, we will install a little bit. If we don't have money, we will put it aside. Alas! In fact, I'm just being poor and paying attention to face. It's just donkey feces and eggs..."
"When was the last time they came back to live?" Bu Chonghua asked.
"It's probably the Spring Festival. I went back when I started living, and never came back."
"Never come back?"
"They want to do business. They say they are from our village. Actually, it has nothing to do with this. The last time I saw their big girl was years ago." The security officer secretly looked at Bu Chonghua's face. He laughed and asked: "Your superior public security agency probably doesn't know our situation here. In fact, it's useless for you to come to the village. You can't find him and his wife anymore. If it's to investigate their Da Ya's case, how about I help? You make a call and help you find it in the county?"
Bu Chonghua didn't say a word, turned around the rough floor, and then went down the stairs.
The security officer also followed him step by step, after thinking about it and then suggesting: "Hey, the government, should I write you their address in the county? And the school of his eldest child and the second child, now is the time for class. If you go to their school to take care of people..."
"Captain!" Wu Yu's voice came from the kitchen on the first floor.
Bu Chonghua waved his hand politely and interrupted the enthusiastic public security officer: "Please wait for me, please." Then he quickly went downstairs, and saw Wu Yu standing in front of the window behind the kitchen stove, flashing the flashlight, Squint to see what-a bag of soy sauce.
"What?" Bu Chonghua asked in a low voice.
Wu Yu didn't say a word, and gently swiped his thumb across the corner of the soy sauce bag, only to see that the few bold numbers were the printed production date.
The time was two months ago.
—"When was the last time they came back to live?"
"It's probably the Spring Festival, I went back when I started living, and never came back..."
The sky was dark outside the window, and night had fallen.
There were only sporadic lights in the villages in the distance, accompanied by the long and sharp wind across the mountains, and the half-person-high grasses swayed in the darkness, like countless sprites and ghosts lurking in all directions.
Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu were close to each other. Neither of them spoke, but only heard the light but depressed breathing from the tips of each other's noses.
"Government! Hey, government?" From the second floor, the security officer's voice seemed to poke his head out of the corner of the stairs: "Can we turn on a light? The black light is blind, and you can't see anything?"
Bu Chonghua put an index finger on his lips and signaled Wu Yu not to make a sound. At the same time, he took out the phone from his trouser pocket, quickly opened the text message and sent a positioning program, and said in a deep voice, "What did you say?"
"Can we turn on a light? It feels dark, I can't see anything..."
"Don't open. We came here without a search warrant. If we disturb people, we will be punished." Bu Chonghua casually said, "You wait and don't move. I'll go to the bathroom. We will leave when we come out. good-looking."
The chief of security was on the second floor, stretching his neck: "Oh, oh—that's fine. Should I write you their county address?"
"Yes! You will go to the car with us to write later!"
The chief of security then relieved his heart and retracted his head.
Bu Chonghua put the phone back in his pocket, just about to whisper something, suddenly his body stiffened, and the opposite Wu Yu also froze at the same time, and the two looked at each other.
"..."
Bu Chonghua clenched Wu Yu's wrist, firmly unable to break free, just so little, he pulled his hand out of his trouser pocket and raised it in front of him.
The two looked at each other for five seconds, and Bu Chonghua seized the lighter that had been stolen by Wu Yu, and whispered: "When is it all, are you still thinking about smoking?!"
Wu Yu gritted his teeth: "When is it, are you still holding my lighter?"
When there was a sound on the second floor, Bu Chonghua immediately stopped, and without a word, he dragged Wu Yu into the bathroom, closed the door with a bang, and then turned on the faucet. He whispered in a low voice and commanded: "When we go out later, you Let’s go first. I’m behind the security officer, and I’m trying to stop him. In case something happens, I’ll be against him in front, and you run to the direction of the parking lot..."
Wu Yu pressed his back against the wall and interrupted him impatiently: "Even the chief of public security gave them cover. Then I don't know how many people in this village are cultists. What if there is a trouble, can you do it?"
Bu Chonghua said coldly: "You better pray that you don't have a chance to see if I can do it!"
"..." Wu Yu made a decisive decision: "You should return the lighter to me first."
"When did you remember the lighter?!"
"What if you are too glorious to give it to me?!"
Wu Yu stretched out his hand to Bu Chonghua’s trouser pocket, and Bu Chonghua pushed him out again. In just half a second, Wu Yu’s elbow bumped back and there was a muffled sound. There was no handle on the wall. The cabinet door was pressed and popped open, revealing a small slit.
Wu Yu: "..."
Bu Chonghua: "..."
In the kitchen or bathroom of a self-built house, there is mostly a built-in space to install a gas water heater. It is normal for the three-story concrete building to use a large 24 liter tank, but under the light of the flashlight, the gap in the door is faint Not a water heater, but a concrete step that leads directly to the ground.
Bu Chonghua's face tightened slightly, holding a flashlight in one hand, and just reaching out to pull the small door, Wu Yu held him down, and pulled out a very narrow dagger from his waist belt to signal him to hold it. There was a cold glow in the flashlight beam.
Bu Chonghua nodded, pushed him silently behind him, then gently opened the door with the tip of a knife, and quickly took a flashlight into it.
——That is a cellar.
In the northern rural areas, every household used to have vegetable cellars, but in the cellar of Gao's house, instead of vegetables, rows of bookshelves were placed. These bookshelves are fan-shaped and placed against the wall, leaving about ten square meters of space in the middle. Two chairs and rows of cushions are placed in a mess, as if they are specially used for people to sit or kneel in gatherings.
Bu Chonghua flashed his flashlight on those rows of bookshelves, and the stuff was filled with manuscripts, CDs, portable USB flash drives, and video tapes, as well as a few projectors and random cords; he took out a few video tapes at random. Look, there are handwritten labels on the outer box, most of which are heavily religious titles such as "The Word Is in | Flesh| Appears" or "The Sheep Hears the Voice of God". There is also a CD with marker pens. "Evangelism Assembly Teaching Video 4.20".
"...Fuck." Wu Yu said softly behind him.
Bu Chonghua looked back and saw that Wu Yu took out a thick photo album from the lower shelf of the bookshelf. As soon as he opened it, a huge pile of photos were scattered. All unsightly men and women overlap each other. Zhang Zhang's background is all of them. In this cellar!
The two looked at each other, and Bu Chonghua shouted in a low voice: "Get the chief of security!"
No need for him to say another word, Wu Yu flashed and rushed up the concrete steps. Bu Chonghua quickly picked a few photos and stuffed them in his arms. The wind followed closely behind him; the two got out of the hidden door on the wall almost at the same time. At this moment, I heard the sound of "click!" outside the bathroom door, and then rushed out in a panic with dongdongdong's footsteps.
——It is the director of public security, he wants to run!
Wu Yu pushed forward with an arrow, and the door remained motionless, but it was locked from the outside!
Wu Yu cursed secretly in his heart. He took a half step back and was about to exert his strength. The next second he was pulled away by Bu Chonghua. Without a word, he raised his foot and kicked.
Cack!
The iron bolt on the outer door frame broke free from the screw and flew out like bullets. The entire door panel was torn apart in a loud noise!
Before the security officer ran to the gate, he felt a strong wind coming from behind his head, and he was immediately screamed by a flashlight! His head was smashed and blood flowed, and he collapsed before he even uttered a sound. Bu Chonghua twisted his elbow and fell to the ground.
"Help—Um!"
Wu Yu followed closely and accurately removed the security officer's chin, and the screams stopped abruptly.
"..." The two of them pressed the convulsing security officer, one half kneeled on the ground, and looked at each other for three seconds, and at the same time looked back at the shattered door panel behind him.
"Didn't it mean that only TV shows kick the door?" Wu Yu asked hoarsely.
Bu Chonghua stopped breathing and swallowed: "...This is called literary creation comes from life."
