Boom, the car window was knocked twice.
Wu Yu, who was sitting cross-legged in the back seat and reading a copy of "Electronic Forensics Research", raised his head and suddenly ran into Song Hui's pale little face. The two black grape-like eyes were big and absent, and one was just caught in the storm. The devastated Jiaohua said quietly: "Brother Little Wu, the leader of the Bu Detachment asked me to tell you that one needs to drink eight glasses of water a day."
"..." Wu Yu asked carefully: "What's the matter with your face?"
"#￥%*@#&*(&*!!!..."
It's okay not to mention it. When it comes to Song Hui's posture of flying down three thousand feet, she hurriedly covered her mouth and squatted to the ground "Cough! Cough!" Wu Yu quickly opened the cap of the mineral water bottle and handed it to her. Song Hui poured in more than half of the bottle, and the severe acid reflux and water shortage was finally suppressed, and his face was about to be detached from the flesh | , Tremblingly climbed up and sat beside Wu Yu.
"Shall I take you home to rest?" Wu Yu couldn't help asking.
Song Hui numbly shook her head.
"Why don't I buy you some medicine?"
Song Hui shook her head again, crying without tears: "Mom said that I can't cause trouble to Dad, can't make specialization, and can't accidentally go on hot search because of specialization."
Poor Miss Song is like a drifting and helpless duckweed. Going home, she is afraid of being scolded by her mother. If she is pierced, she is afraid of being beaten by her father. When she gets out of the car, she is afraid of being picked up by Bu Chonghua. She can only curl up on the back seat of the police car. , To the only listener Wu Yu 嘤嘤嘤.
Wu Yu took out two mints from the glove box. Song Hui took them and put them in his mouth, feeling a lot better, and said with a bulging mouth, "Thank you, Brother Little Wu, you are so kind."
Wu Yu lowered his head and turned the book over a page, "The Criminal Investigation Detachment is not good. Let's listen to what the Bu Detachment said, and go home."
Unexpectedly, Song Hui showed an astonishing dying struggle at this time: "No, I won't go back!"
"For the detachment?"
"Hmm!" Song Hui nodded bravely.
"..." Wu Yu glanced up at her from the pages of the book: "Then the difference in age between you two is big enough."
"I don't care, I like it!"
"You know what you like when you are a little older?"
Song Hui nodded earnestly: "My mother said that it is not wrong to like someone. Only by being upright and upright can we get the support, recognition and blessings of the people around us. It is very difficult to get a good end for the hidden feelings!
-Open and upright.
The hidden feelings never get a good end.
As if suddenly touching a certain point in the deepest memory, Wu Yu's heart sank.
Song Hui opened her big, unnoticeable eyes, and through her innocent face, another girl's smiling face approached under the scorching sun, and wild poppies bloomed all over the mountains, swaying in the wind with a rustling sound.
In a blink of an eye, the scene changed suddenly, and fire and blood burned along the tunnel to the adult purgatory. With a dagger stuck in her chest, the girl swayed in a pool of blood, tearing her eardrums with a dying curse: "——None of you can get out of this torture room today, and none of you can get out of this torture room... die here In hell, you must not die! You must not die—!"
The next moment, the screams were engulfed by the crackling of the rainstorm, the high-rise floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with a layer of mist, and the hair dryer in the bathroom scorched. Wu Yu raised his head from the phone and looked at Bu Chonghua in the mirror with a smile: "Hey, you text me why you are going to Yundian tonight?"
"...I'm looking for you."
"Why are you looking for me?"
The hair dryer paused, and then Bu Chonghua asked calmly: "If something happens to you, what can the leader do?"
...
"Little Wu, Little Wu?" Song Hui's voice seemed to float from the sky, and finally touched the auditory nerve with a delay: "Little Wu, are you okay?"
Wu Yu came back to his senses and said as usual: "It's okay. What's wrong?"
Song Hui was a little worried: "You didn't look good just now."
"Oh, I'm thinking you can't even see the corpse. When I look back, they asked you to go to the highway to shovel the corpse mud with Xian Kan, go to the morgue to pick up the corpse on the evening shift, and cook human bones in the soup pot in the forensic room Do it, I'm worried for you when I think about it."
Song Hui: "..."
"By the way, don't eat the ice cream given by the forensic clinic." Wu Yu suddenly remembered: "They only have a refrigerator. Half of the internal organs and the sawn skull bones are stored in it and kept in the cone for refrigeration."
Song Hui: "............"
Judging from Song Hui's expression, Wu Yu probably broke her last illusion of human nature.
Wu Yu looked at her teasingly, but the deepest part of his eyes flashed with a gentleness that the little girl could not understand. At this moment, the phone in his trouser pocket shook. Wu Yu thought it was Bu Chonghua who called him down to help. When he figured it out, the number was a familiar landline number—Predator Bar.
The fat boss in the underground boxing ring.
Wu Yu hesitated for a few seconds. He only heard Song Hui suddenly hear the death knell ringing, and his whole body was excited: "Did he call us to help?!"
"No." Wu Yu pushed the door of the car and told: "You stay here and don't go down. You will be seen by the Bu Detachment later."
Song Hui: "Good, good!"
Wu Yu took the mobile phone and walked a few steps away, seeing that no one around was noticing this, and then he answered the call: "Hey."
"Oh my Angkor, you can finally take care of me. I thought you were going to hop to the "Pink Pink" bar next door. I was thinking about telling you that the group of little fairies who accompanied the wine in his house were fucking good. , The wine is mixed with water, and even the DJ who plays DJs copied Justin Bieber..."
"Didn't I tell you not to call if you have something to send a text message?"
"I'm in a hurry, isn't this in a hurry to tell you good news. You fat brother, I have a six-way vision, a good ear, long-sleeved dance, flexible on all sides, resource-seeking is a good hand, if I enter the entertainment circle To be an agent, even Yang Tianzhen would be laid off to sell apples..."
"I'm at work and hung up." 999 novel first published www.999xs.com m.999xs.com
"Wait!" The boss of Fat Ding was shocked: "Angkor, you are a world-famous person like you still go to work? Which place?!"
The number one sub-rudder under the seat of the No. 1 Demon Sect in Jinhai City is in the Nancheng Detachment.
Just as Wu Yu was about to hang up, the fat man noticed it sensitively and shouted: "Don't don't! I'm really here to tell you the good news. Didn't you say that the rounds below 200,000 won't come out last time?"
"..." Wu Yu paused.
"There is a horrible bid of 200,000 to challenge the status and authority of our Little Wu brother, the number one jade face Xiao Yan Luo in Jinhai City." The fat man said on the phone, "200,000 pure appearance fee. I lost and won. The money is all yours. You draw 10% of the lottery, and you get five or five points. How about? Promise? Promise me to let someone arrange it right away!"
Two hundred thousand.
The noise around the scene continued, and Mark Xian ran back and forth carrying stacks of evidence bags, red and blue warning lights flickering in the distance, and media flashes were still creaking one after another.
Wu Yu's pupils narrowed silently, and his Adam's apple slipped up and down gently.
"Who is the other party?"
"How can I know about this? The intermediary approached you during the preparation phase. If you don't express your opinion, you won't easily reveal your name, otherwise it would be embarrassing to say it if you are rejected." The fat man said, "But you can rest assured , I have arranged for someone to inquire, if the other party is really a boxing champion Ali, I can’t help pushing you into the fire pit, right? I’m not worried about you?"
"...The police recruited from the local police station to assist in the search for the woven bag fragments, and the ones that were found were numbered and collected one by one!" Not far away, Bu Chonghua strode across the trash mountain, walking towards this side, his shirt soaked with sweat. On his body: "Cai Lin went to call the Solid Waste Management Office. There are too many fragments. This afternoon the garbage dump will be sealed for a long time!"
"I see." Wu Yu's voice was tight, and he said briefly: "I will think about it for a few days."
"Hey, Angkor, you must think clearly, can you quickly make up a reply for me..."
Wu Yu hung up the phone.
"What are you talking about?" Bu Chonghua had stepped closer, frowning his slender and sharp brows: "Who is calling?"
Wu Yu put away the phone: "My sister."
"...When did you have an extra sister?"
"Whenever you are, I will." Wu Yu threw the remaining half bottle of water and was caught by Bu Chonghua: "Drink some water, your voice is hoarse."
Bu Chonghua was suspicious, looked at Wu Yu's old-fashioned mobile phone without saying a word, raised his head and drank the half bottle of mineral water, the water drops flowing down the sturdy neck muscles, shining in the sun.
Song Hui's fascination with Bu Chonghua really makes sense. A little girl of her age is the time when she least considers the external conditions such as family status, background, age difference, and values, and is simply struck by beautiful things.
Bu Chonghua, both in appearance and morals, can indeed bear the imagination of her first love.
"——What are you looking at?"
After Bu Chonghua finished his last sip of water, the eyes of the two suddenly collided. Wu Yu suddenly retracted his gaze and said vaguely: "It's nothing."
Several trace inspectors are gathering not far away to collect footprints, and no one notices here. Bu Chonghua glanced around, leaned slightly closer, and almost stuck to the side of Wu Yu's face: "Are you looking at me?"
"..."
"What do you look at me?"
The four words pass through the eardrum, and each smiling syllable is like a small silver hammer, gently tapping on the most sensitive nerve endings.
The air suddenly became very thin, and the heartbeat pressed the blood to the extremities, hitting the pulse.
Wu Yu stepped back subconsciously, and Bu Chonghua followed closely. The two were so close that their temples were almost close to each other. The police car blocked them, and the square inch of the land seemed to be shrouded by an invisible and transparent barrier, forming a small world that no one could snoop, let alone get in.
Wu Yu smiled reluctantly: "Team, you..."
But it was useless. He could hear the hesitation, struggle, and lack of confidence in his voice.
Bu Chonghua took another step forward, Wu Yu's back was cold, and he reached the Wrangler's window.
"What am I?" Bu Chonghua's good-looking eyes showed a half-smiling, gentle and provocative expression, with one hand against Wu Yu's side neck, and pressing the door behind him: "You said what?"
Wu Yu suddenly grabbed Bu Chonghua's hand, swallowed, and mustered his courage.
"...Then I'll just talk about the team." He said sincerely, "Your sister is resting in the car. Would you like to pay attention to the influence?"
Bu Chonghua suddenly froze.
Click! Wu Yu opened the police car door with his backhand. I saw Song Hui crouched between the backs of the front seat and the back seat, with his head inwards and buttocks facing out, like a small shrimp. He could only see her with her hands on the back of her head and asked nervously, "Did he see me? Little Wu Brother? Has he gone?! Has the body moved?!"
Bu Chonghua: "………………"
"He's gone!" Bu Chonghua said coldly from the gap between his teeth, slammed the door of the car, turned around and left without looking back.
Boom, the car window was knocked twice.
Wu Yu, who was sitting cross-legged in the back seat and reading a copy of "Electronic Forensics Research", raised his head and suddenly ran into Song Hui's pale little face. The two black grape-like eyes were big and absent, and one was just caught in the storm. The devastated Jiaohua said quietly: "Brother Little Wu, the leader of the Bu Detachment asked me to tell you that one needs to drink eight glasses of water a day."
"..." Wu Yu asked carefully: "What's the matter with your face?"
"#￥%*@#&*(&*!!!..."
It's okay not to mention it. When it comes to Song Hui's posture of flying down three thousand feet, she hurriedly covered her mouth and squatted to the ground "Cough! Cough!" Wu Yu quickly opened the cap of the mineral water bottle and handed it to her. Song Hui poured in more than half of the bottle, and the severe acid reflux and water shortage was finally suppressed, and his face was about to be detached from the flesh | , Tremblingly climbed up and sat beside Wu Yu.
"Shall I take you home to rest?" Wu Yu couldn't help asking.
Song Hui numbly shook her head.
"Why don't I buy you some medicine?"
Song Hui shook her head again, crying without tears: "Mom said that I can't cause trouble to Dad, can't make specialization, and can't accidentally go on hot search because of specialization."
Poor Miss Song is like a drifting and helpless duckweed. Going home, she is afraid of being scolded by her mother. If she is pierced, she is afraid of being beaten by her father. When she gets out of the car, she is afraid of being picked up by Bu Chonghua. She can only curl up on the back seat of the police car. , To the only listener Wu Yu 嘤嘤嘤.
Wu Yu took out two mints from the glove box. Song Hui took them and put them in his mouth, feeling a lot better, and said with a bulging mouth, "Thank you, Brother Little Wu, you are so kind."
Wu Yu lowered his head and turned the book over a page, "The Criminal Investigation Detachment is not good. Let's listen to what the Bu Detachment said, and go home."
Unexpectedly, Song Hui showed an astonishing dying struggle at this time: "No, I won't go back!"
"For the detachment?"
"Hmm!" Song Hui nodded bravely.
"..." Wu Yu glanced up at her from the pages of the book: "Then the difference in age between you two is big enough."
"I don't care, I like it!"
"You know what you like when you are a little older?"
Song Hui nodded earnestly: "My mother said that it is not wrong to like someone. Only by being upright and upright can we get the support, recognition and blessings of the people around us. It is very difficult to get a good end for the hidden feelings!
-Open and upright.
The hidden feelings never get a good end.
As if suddenly touching a certain point in the deepest memory, Wu Yu's heart sank.
Song Hui opened her big, unnoticeable eyes, and through her innocent face, another girl's smiling face approached under the scorching sun, and wild poppies bloomed all over the mountains, swaying in the wind with a rustling sound.
In a blink of an eye, the scene changed suddenly, and fire and blood burned along the tunnel to the adult purgatory. With a dagger stuck in her chest, the girl swayed in a pool of blood, tearing her eardrums with a dying curse: "——None of you can get out of this torture room today, and none of you can get out of this torture room... die here In hell, you must not die! You must not die—!"
The next moment, the screams were engulfed by the crackling of the rainstorm, the high-rise floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with a layer of mist, and the hair dryer in the bathroom scorched. Wu Yu raised his head from the phone and looked at Bu Chonghua in the mirror with a smile: "Hey, you text me why you are going to Yundian tonight?"
"...I'm looking for you."
"Why are you looking for me?"
The hair dryer paused, and then Bu Chonghua asked calmly: "If something happens to you, what can the leader do?"
...
"Little Wu, Little Wu?" Song Hui's voice seemed to float from the sky, and finally touched the auditory nerve with a delay: "Little Wu, are you okay?"
Wu Yu came back to his senses and said as usual: "It's okay. What's wrong?"
Song Hui was a little worried: "You didn't look good just now."
"Oh, I'm thinking you can't even see the corpse. When I look back, they asked you to go to the highway to shovel the corpse mud with Xian Kan, go to the morgue to pick up the corpse on the evening shift, and cook human bones in the soup pot in the forensic room Do it, I'm worried for you when I think about it."
Song Hui: "..."
"By the way, don't eat the ice cream given by the forensic clinic." Wu Yu suddenly remembered: "They only have a refrigerator. Half of the internal organs and the sawn skull bones are stored in it and kept in the cone for refrigeration."
Song Hui: "............"
Judging from Song Hui's expression, Wu Yu probably broke her last illusion of human nature.
Wu Yu looked at her teasingly, but the deepest part of his eyes flashed with a gentleness that the little girl could not understand. At this moment, the phone in his trouser pocket shook. Wu Yu thought it was Bu Chonghua who called him down to help. When he figured it out, the number was a familiar landline number—Predator Bar.
The fat boss in the underground boxing ring.
Wu Yu hesitated for a few seconds. He only heard Song Hui suddenly hear the death knell ringing, and his whole body was excited: "Did he call us to help?!"
"No." Wu Yu pushed the door of the car and told: "You stay here and don't go down. You will be seen by the Bu Detachment later."
Song Hui: "Good, good!"
Wu Yu took the mobile phone and walked a few steps away, seeing that no one around was noticing this, and then he answered the call: "Hey."
"Oh my Angkor, you can finally take care of me. I thought you were going to hop to the "Pink Pink" bar next door. I was thinking about telling you that the group of little fairies who accompanied the wine in his house were fucking good. , The wine is mixed with water, and even the DJ who plays DJs copied Justin Bieber..."
"Didn't I tell you not to call if you have something to send a text message?"
"I'm in a hurry, isn't this in a hurry to tell you good news. You fat brother, I have a six-way vision, a good ear, long-sleeved dance, flexible on all sides, resource-seeking is a good hand, if I enter the entertainment circle To be an agent, even Yang Tianzhen would be laid off to sell apples..."
"I'm at work and hung up." 999 novel first published www.999xs.com m.999xs.com
"Wait!" The boss of Fat Ding was shocked: "Angkor, you are a world-famous person like you still go to work? Which place?!"
The number one sub-rudder under the seat of the No. 1 Demon Sect in Jinhai City is in the Nancheng Detachment.
Just as Wu Yu was about to hang up, the fat man noticed it sensitively and shouted: "Don't don't! I'm really here to tell you the good news. Didn't you say that the rounds below 200,000 won't come out last time?"
"..." Wu Yu paused.
"There is a horrible bid of 200,000 to challenge the status and authority of our Little Wu brother, the number one jade face Xiao Yan Luo in Jinhai City." The fat man said on the phone, "200,000 pure appearance fee. I lost and won. The money is all yours. You draw 10% of the lottery, and you get five or five points. How about? Promise? Promise me to let someone arrange it right away!"
Two hundred thousand.
The noise around the scene continued, and Mark Xian ran back and forth carrying stacks of evidence bags, red and blue warning lights flickering in the distance, and media flashes were still creaking one after another.
Wu Yu's pupils narrowed silently, and his Adam's apple slipped up and down gently.
"Who is the other party?"
"How can I know about this? The intermediary approached you during the preparation phase. If you don't express your opinion, you won't easily reveal your name, otherwise it would be embarrassing to say it if you are rejected." The fat man said, "But you can rest assured , I have arranged for someone to inquire, if the other party is really a boxing champion Ali, I can’t help pushing you into the fire pit, right? I’m not worried about you?"
"...The police recruited from the local police station to assist in the search for the woven bag fragments, and the ones that were found were numbered and collected one by one!" Not far away, Bu Chonghua strode across the trash mountain, walking towards this side, his shirt soaked with sweat. On his body: "Cai Lin went to call the Solid Waste Management Office. There are too many fragments. This afternoon the garbage dump will be sealed for a long time!"
"I see." Wu Yu's voice was tight, and he said briefly: "I will think about it for a few days."
"Hey, Angkor, you must think clearly, can you quickly make up a reply for me..."
Wu Yu hung up the phone.
"What are you talking about?" Bu Chonghua had stepped closer, frowning his slender and sharp brows: "Who is calling?"
Wu Yu put away the phone: "My sister."
"...When did you have an extra sister?"
"Whenever you are, I will." Wu Yu threw the remaining half bottle of water and was caught by Bu Chonghua: "Drink some water, your voice is hoarse."
Bu Chonghua was suspicious, looked at Wu Yu's old-fashioned mobile phone without saying a word, raised his head and drank the half bottle of mineral water, the water drops flowing down the sturdy neck muscles, shining in the sun.
Song Hui's fascination with Bu Chonghua really makes sense. A little girl of her age is the time when she least considers the external conditions such as family status, background, age difference, and values, and is simply struck by beautiful things.
Bu Chonghua, both in appearance and morals, can indeed bear the imagination of her first love.
"——What are you looking at?"
After Bu Chonghua finished his last sip of water, the eyes of the two suddenly collided. Wu Yu suddenly retracted his gaze and said vaguely: "It's nothing."
Several trace inspectors are gathering not far away to collect footprints, and no one notices here. Bu Chonghua glanced around, leaned slightly closer, and almost stuck to the side of Wu Yu's face: "Are you looking at me?"
"..."
"What do you look at me?"
The four words pass through the eardrum, and each smiling syllable is like a small silver hammer, gently tapping on the most sensitive nerve endings.
The air suddenly became very thin, and the heartbeat pressed the blood to the extremities, hitting the pulse.
Wu Yu stepped back subconsciously, and Bu Chonghua followed closely. The two were so close that their temples were almost close to each other. The police car blocked them, and the square inch of the land seemed to be shrouded by an invisible and transparent barrier, forming a small world that no one could snoop, let alone get in.
Wu Yu smiled reluctantly: "Team, you..."
But it was useless. He could hear the hesitation, struggle, and lack of confidence in his voice.
Bu Chonghua took another step forward, Wu Yu's back was cold, and he reached the Wrangler's window.
"What am I?" Bu Chonghua's good-looking eyes showed a half-smiling, gentle and provocative expression, with one hand against Wu Yu's side neck, and pressing the door behind him: "You said what?"
Wu Yu suddenly grabbed Bu Chonghua's hand, swallowed, and mustered his courage.
"...Then I'll just talk about the team." He said sincerely, "Your sister is resting in the car. Would you like to pay attention to the influence?"
Bu Chonghua suddenly froze.
Click! Wu Yu opened the police car door with his backhand. I saw Song Hui crouched between the backs of the front seat and the back seat, with his head inwards and buttocks facing out, like a small shrimp. He could only see her with her hands on the back of her head and asked nervously, "Did he see me? Little Wu Brother? Has he gone?! Has the body moved?!"
Bu Chonghua: "………………"
"He's gone!" Bu Chonghua said coldly from the gap between his teeth, slammed the door of the car, turned around and left without looking back.
