The young man surnamed Yan had dry palms and slightly cold palms, and he was not enthusiastic, so he let it go with just a slight grip.
Bu Chonghua glanced in the direction where he was standing. The bedside table in the senior ward was very spacious, with flowers and several photo frames inlaid with group graduation photos, and under each photo was the bronzing of the XX class of the National University of Hong Kong. don’t know if it was brought by the elderly from home or sent by the students who have been visiting these days.
The photo frame that the young man was looking at just now was placed in front of him casually, and Bu Chonghua's eyes fell on it, suddenly condensing slightly.
"The nurse said that the teacher might have to sleep for a while to wake up." The young man asked politely, "Does Officer Step wait? Or how about calling another day?"
"..." Bu Chonghua didn't answer.
——Following his gaze, in the middle of the front row of the photo, Professor Zhang Zhixing, who was full of black hair and yet to turn white more than ten years ago, was folded with his hands, standing tall and smiling, looking straight into the camera; Professor Zhang from the right The third student is the young man in front of him, his facial features are almost the same as now, and he can recognize it at a glance.
The second from the right of Professor Zhang, the student to the left of the young man, took a few seconds for Bu Chonghua to recognize his face in disbelief.
That is Wu Yu.
That turned out to be Wu Yu!
"Sergeant Step?"
"Ah." Bu Chonghua regained his senses and said, "I'm fine, just wait for Professor Zhang to wake up here."
The young man’s expression is a bit subtle, and Bu Chonghua can tell what he is thinking at a glance: Is this surname Bu’s brain okay?
What Zhang Zhixing got was an early benign tumor, which had been surgically removed, so that he would not get to the critical stage. But even so, few people would squat in front of the hospital bed and wait for the patient to wake up to help themselves. Bu Chonghua's answer is more than unexpected, it can be called a strange flower.
"...Then please sit down for a while." The young man had a good cultivation, and Shengsheng swallowed the eviction order, "I'll pour you a glass of water."
There is a small pantry on this floor of the inpatient department, which is used by doctors, nurses, and family members of patients to warm meals. The young man pushed the door out, Bu Chonghua heard the footsteps getting away, and suddenly got up from the sofa in the next second, picked up the picture frame, and his eyes changed suddenly--
If it is said that when Qianshan was imprisoned, the quiet and thin image in the detention center’s old files was very different from the present, then at first glance, this magnificent and dazzling college student in the graduation photo is totally different. Different people.
Bu Chonghua was reluctant to believe his eyes for a moment, but reason told him that there was nothing wrong.
A person's face shape, body shape, temperament, and even the shape of the facial features may change over time, especially for a person like Wu Yu who has survived twelve years of life and death, it seems that both of them are normal. However, the characteristics of human eye height, interpupillary distance, and geometrical proportions of the facial features will not change much except for plastic surgery.
The most important thing is that Wu Yu's appearance is too recognizable, not everyone can grow like him!
"...I can't go on studying, so I dropped out after meeting Zhang Boming..."
"The police academy has expanded its enrollment year after year, but there are only so many positions. There is no money, no way, no grades. Where can I find my way if I don’t fight?..."
Bu Chonghua didn't know for a moment whether he should applaud Wu Yu's superb acting skills, or sigh for his innocence and stupidity. He should have known long ago that a cross-border undercover operation with such a drama of intensity, such a critical meaning, and an incubation time of up to 12 years, could not casually take away a child who was unable to study and dropped out of the police academy; the state machinery went round and round. The person selected after rigorous screening must be one in a thousand from birth to quality. He is the most loyal, sharp, and invincible blade on the battlefield.
——He lied to me again, Bu Chonghua thought.
As expected and reasonable.
After Bu Chonghua's molars tightened tightly, he knew that many graduation photos were printed with the corresponding student's name, so he wanted to break the frame with his backhand - but at this moment, footsteps came from outside the door of the vacant ward , The young man with the surname Yan just poured water and came back.
Suddenly, Bu Chonghua had no time to turn the frame over and face him, and saw the young man walk into the house with a disposable paper cup, and was stunned when he saw this: "You..."
"I'm sorry, I'll take a look." Bu Chonghua shook the photo and asked calmly, "Mr. Yan has not changed at all from more than ten years ago. Is this your graduation photo?"
"Oh, this isn't it." The young man put the paper cup in front of the sofa, glanced at him and said: "This is our sophomore summer military training graduation photo. In fact, there are still great changes. "
-Sophomore.
Wu Yu in that photo may not even be twenty, or even eighteen or nine years old.
Bu Chonghua's thoughts turned, but his expression remained as usual on the surface: "This is true, the same is true for the graduation photos of our penal courtyard. Some of them have been promoted, some have sacrificed, and I heard that there are one or two who will go in."
The young man was not good at expressing his opinion on the criminal court, and only uttered two words: "Really?"
Bu Chonghua nodded, and then picked up the photo frame to observe carefully. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed that the young man was hesitant to speak and stopped. The index finger of his right hand hanging down on his side was raised, but he didn't move.
He wanted to take the photo back, but couldn't find a reason.
Bu Chonghua's heart was bright, but he deliberately pretended not to see the photo and continued to look at the photo. A few seconds later, he suddenly discovered another unusual feature.
——Professor Zhang Zhixing's third person on the right is the young man named Yan, his lips are slightly pursed, his expression is serious, his face and eyes are slightly tilted to the left, as if he was deliberately avoiding the camera. The second is Wu Yu. Just standing there is reminiscent of the words Yushu Linfeng. The vigorous vigor almost overflows the paper. One hand is hooked on the shoulder of the young man on the right. Obviously, the two have a good relationship.
On the left of Wu Yu, there was a young man about twenty-five and sixty-six. His facial features were obviously more mature and handsome, and his head was quite tall. Standing behind a group of 18 or nine-year-old young students, he was a bit out of the ordinary.
The man was smiling and turning his head to Wu Yu.
It was just that, but then Bu Chonghua noticed that although Wu Yu hooked the shoulder of Yan on the right, his head and face were facing more to the left. If you look closely, his whole body has a stance leaning towards the young man on the left. The most obvious detail is that his shoulders are not on the same horizontal line.
Bu Chonghua has been engaged in criminal investigation for more than ten years and knows these subtle body language well. He knows what it means: he is very close to the young man on his left.
who's that person?
"...We took graduation photos at that time. Only with very good grades would we stand in the first row. I think Mr. Yan, you must be very good at that time."
The young man's attitude was modest and perfunctory: "I've passed the award, I just graduated with my best effort."
Bu Chonghua nodded, and suddenly pointed to the young man on Wu Yu's left as if he had discovered something, "Is this the counselor of your class?"
"No," the young man said after a pause, "this is our graduate student."
"The OUHK graduate school is also military training?"
"...That's not true."
"Then why take a photo with you?"
The hesitant expression on the young man’s face became more obvious, but Bu Chonghua seemed to be really ignorant. He stared at him with piercing eyes. After a while, the young man reluctantly replied, “He’s not for military training. It's... our teacher's son."
It turned out to be Zhang Zhixing's son.
At first Bu Chonghua didn't react, but two seconds later, he suddenly looked at the photo like a lightning strike, and realized what——
In his early years, he had a very good relationship with Wu Yu. He had the same surname Zhang, and was born in the same father-in-law. He appeared in the same old photo on his shoulders. Is this person? !
Bu Chonghua’s ears rang loudly and realized that he was approaching something very important. As long as he pushed his fingers forward a little bit harder, he could puncture the last layer of window paper and puff up old dust. It reveals the truth that everyone has known for so many years, but everyone has a tacit understanding of pretending that it does not exist.
But—it happens to be a but—the young man surnamed Yan in front of him is tighter than expected. His avoidance was not because of perfunctory, but for some unknown reason, he deliberately refused to mention the words of his school days language.
How did you make up his words?
"So that's it," Bu Chonghua took a sip from the disposable paper cup in front of him, and smiled: "What a young talent."
The two or three seconds of effort gave him a breathing space to think quickly.
There are many mediocre people in this world, but few powerful people. Very powerful people are divided into two categories: One is like Wu Yu, who is not distinguished from his appearance, and he is very cowardly and silent. , As long as you don’t touch his point, he may never want to show his great side in his whole life; another type is like the young man in front of him, who can see the greatness in words, deeds, talk, and aura just by looking at him. Here, he is someone who doesn't mind letting others—at least he doesn't mind letting Bu Chonghua see his edge.
Such a person is not easy to get involved, and based on his relationship with Zhang Zhixing, as long as Bu Chonghua touches a sensitive point, he may not hesitate to directly issue an eviction order.
The thinking speed honed in the criminal investigation work for more than ten years helped Bu Chonghua a lot. He put down the paper cup, looked at the cold face of the young man, and made a very bold decision in his heart.
"No wonder I was familiar with it just now. You said his surname is Zhang, and I suddenly remembered." Bu Chonghua pointed to the young man in the photo, raised his eyes and smiled: "A few years ago, when I went to the south on business trips. I have seen you, brother, and we have eaten together."
No matter how alert and alert, it is impossible for the young man to think that Bu Chonghua would say this, his expression was obviously stiff: "Oh? Have you seen it?"
"Yes, but it must have been for several years-it's a coincidence, everyone is acquaintance, but I have delayed visiting Mr. Zhang until today. I am ashamed!"
The young man's face was vaguely surprised.
Bu Chonghua just didn't see it, and smiled and asked, "How about it, is Zhang Boming still in Yundian now? Has he been elevated?"
Zhang, Bo, Ming, the young man’s pupils suddenly shrank just as the three words were being uttered.
As if a boulder fell from his throat into his stomach in an instant, Bu Chonghua knew he was right.
In the military training graduation photo that year, he closely held the promising Wu Yu, who was eighteen or nineteen years old, and the "senior brother" who completely changed Wu Yu's second half of his life a few years ago was the Zhang Boming!
"..." The young man lowered his gaze, and Bu Chonghua could almost see his high-speed brain through the black hair, but he only smiled and repeated: "Gao Sheng?"
The meaning of these two words is the same as that of Bu Chonghua, who lowered his head to drink water just now, all for the moment of thinking. But Bu Chonghua didn't give him this opportunity. He frowned and said "Ah". He pointed to Wu Yu on the photo and asked, "Is this Mr. Yan your classmate?"
The young man had a meal.
"I've seen him working with Zhang Boming. It's a coincidence." Bu Chonghua smiled and looked at the young man's dark eyes. Even the most subtle expressions were just rightly surprised: "I remember his surname. , But the name is Jie... Jie what? I remember that he has a very good relationship with Zhang Boming?"
The ward suddenly fell silent, and the young man sat there staring at Bu Chonghua without saying a word.
Bu Chonghua is not in a hurry. He knows that he has forced the other party to the point where he cannot avoid it. If he avoids and does not answer, Zhang Zhixing wakes up and talks about it again later, it will definitely cause embarrassment in front of the old man. Even embarrassing situation. Mobile phone\end remember one second "www.999xs.com" provides you with wonderful novels\read
Sure enough, after a long silence, the young man slowly said, "Police Officer Bu, I don’t know what you do... But it’s something I can say and it’s in your ears. I won’t do it again in front of the teacher. Mention it, it's just sad."
After a pause, he said again: "Yes, they have a very good relationship, but they both died in Yundian's confidential mission a year ago, which is a pity."
sacrifice.
There was a place in Bu Chonghua's heart that convulsed in an instant, and he thought: It turned out that they explained the ending of Jie Qianshan this way, both solemn and official-"sacrifice".
What about the living Wu Yu?
Does it sometimes feel that he has "sacrificed" in his heart?
"I'm sorry, I took the liberty." Bu Chonghua gently put the photo frame back on the coffee table, stared at it for a moment, suddenly raised his head and asked: "Mr. Yan and Mr. Xie must have a good relationship?"
The young man said plainly: "Yes, we are the upper and lower bunks."
Bu Chonghua nodded and said, "But I think you have a very normal relationship with your teacher's son."
"—Oh? Why do you say that?"
The young man rarely showed a surprised expression. Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand and pointed at the mirror: "Because in this photo, your roommate and Zhang Boming are leaning toward each other, but your right hand wraps around your roommate’s back, pressing I stayed on his right arm, as if I wanted to pull him to the left. This action is psychologically meant to bring the other person closer to his camp. Forgive me, do college boys also have jealous behaviors that favor each other's friendship ?"
"..."
Bu Chonghua looked at his motionless eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Or, since then, you have subconsciously realized that Zhang Boming will be harmful to your roommate?"
The air seemed to freeze, and the two of them sat facing each other, gradually brewing a smell of tension around them.
"Excuse me." The young man finally spoke for a while, and slowly asked: "I just remembered, it seems that I haven't consulted the police officer's name?"
"Bu Chonghua, the Chonghua of Yao Shun Yu Tang. How about you?"
"Yan Zheng." The young man looked at him coldly, "good and evil."
At the same time, the hospital is downstairs.
"Zhang Zhixing?" The nurse on duty at the front desk checked the computer, "On the eighth floor, in Ward 836, go up the elevator and turn left and turn to the end. It is the last single suite on the turn. Come, register the visitor's name information here."
There were people coming and going in the lobby of the inpatient building. Wu Yu stood in front of the duty window with his pen hanging on the paper for a while, and he wrote the words "Step Xiaohua", randomly filled in a mobile phone number, closed the registration form and returned it to the nurse. Turn around and walk towards the elevator.
——But at this moment, he suddenly paused when his gaze swept to something.
The window glass reflected the vague reflection of the crowd in the hall behind him. It seemed that a figure quickly disappeared from the crowd when he turned around, but when he turned around, it was completely gone.
"..."
Wu Yu stopped, and the corners of his eyes concealedly swept around, only to see the crowds waiting in line to pay for medicines were bustling, nothing unusual.
He frowned, put his hands in his trouser pockets close to the wall, and walked upstairs.
The young man surnamed Yan had dry palms and slightly cold palms, and he was not enthusiastic, so he let it go with just a slight grip.
Bu Chonghua glanced in the direction where he was standing. The bedside table in the senior ward was very spacious, with flowers and several photo frames inlaid with group graduation photos, and under each photo was the bronzing of the XX class of the National University of Hong Kong. don’t know if it was brought by the elderly from home or sent by the students who have been visiting these days.
The photo frame that the young man was looking at just now was placed in front of him casually, and Bu Chonghua's eyes fell on it, suddenly condensing slightly.
"The nurse said that the teacher might have to sleep for a while to wake up." The young man asked politely, "Does Officer Step wait? Or how about calling another day?"
"..." Bu Chonghua didn't answer.
——Following his gaze, in the middle of the front row of the photo, Professor Zhang Zhixing, who was full of black hair and yet to turn white more than ten years ago, was folded with his hands, standing tall and smiling, looking straight into the camera; Professor Zhang from the right The third student is the young man in front of him, his facial features are almost the same as now, and he can recognize it at a glance.
The second from the right of Professor Zhang, the student to the left of the young man, took a few seconds for Bu Chonghua to recognize his face in disbelief.
That is Wu Yu.
That turned out to be Wu Yu!
"Sergeant Step?"
"Ah." Bu Chonghua regained his senses and said, "I'm fine, just wait for Professor Zhang to wake up here."
The young man’s expression is a bit subtle, and Bu Chonghua can tell what he is thinking at a glance: Is this surname Bu’s brain okay?
What Zhang Zhixing got was an early benign tumor, which had been surgically removed, so that he would not get to the critical stage. But even so, few people would squat in front of the hospital bed and wait for the patient to wake up to help themselves. Bu Chonghua's answer is more than unexpected, it can be called a strange flower.
"...Then please sit down for a while." The young man had a good cultivation, and Shengsheng swallowed the eviction order, "I'll pour you a glass of water."
There is a small pantry on this floor of the inpatient department, which is used by doctors, nurses, and family members of patients to warm meals. The young man pushed the door out, Bu Chonghua heard the footsteps getting away, and suddenly got up from the sofa in the next second, picked up the picture frame, and his eyes changed suddenly--
If it is said that when Qianshan was imprisoned, the quiet and thin image in the detention center’s old files was very different from the present, then at first glance, this magnificent and dazzling college student in the graduation photo is totally different. Different people.
Bu Chonghua was reluctant to believe his eyes for a moment, but reason told him that there was nothing wrong.
A person's face shape, body shape, temperament, and even the shape of the facial features may change over time, especially for a person like Wu Yu who has survived twelve years of life and death, it seems that both of them are normal. However, the characteristics of human eye height, interpupillary distance, and geometrical proportions of the facial features will not change much except for plastic surgery.
The most important thing is that Wu Yu's appearance is too recognizable, not everyone can grow like him!
"...I can't go on studying, so I dropped out after meeting Zhang Boming..."
"The police academy has expanded its enrollment year after year, but there are only so many positions. There is no money, no way, no grades. Where can I find my way if I don’t fight?..."
Bu Chonghua didn't know for a moment whether he should applaud Wu Yu's superb acting skills, or sigh for his innocence and stupidity. He should have known long ago that a cross-border undercover operation with such a drama of intensity, such a critical meaning, and an incubation time of up to 12 years, could not casually take away a child who was unable to study and dropped out of the police academy; the state machinery went round and round. The person selected after rigorous screening must be one in a thousand from birth to quality. He is the most loyal, sharp, and invincible blade on the battlefield.
——He lied to me again, Bu Chonghua thought.
As expected and reasonable.
After Bu Chonghua's molars tightened tightly, he knew that many graduation photos were printed with the corresponding student's name, so he wanted to break the frame with his backhand - but at this moment, footsteps came from outside the door of the vacant ward , The young man with the surname Yan just poured water and came back.
Suddenly, Bu Chonghua had no time to turn the frame over and face him, and saw the young man walk into the house with a disposable paper cup, and was stunned when he saw this: "You..."
"I'm sorry, I'll take a look." Bu Chonghua shook the photo and asked calmly, "Mr. Yan has not changed at all from more than ten years ago. Is this your graduation photo?"
"Oh, this isn't it." The young man put the paper cup in front of the sofa, glanced at him and said: "This is our sophomore summer military training graduation photo. In fact, there are still great changes. "
-Sophomore.
Wu Yu in that photo may not even be twenty, or even eighteen or nine years old.
Bu Chonghua's thoughts turned, but his expression remained as usual on the surface: "This is true, the same is true for the graduation photos of our penal courtyard. Some of them have been promoted, some have sacrificed, and I heard that there are one or two who will go in."
The young man was not good at expressing his opinion on the criminal court, and only uttered two words: "Really?"
Bu Chonghua nodded, and then picked up the photo frame to observe carefully. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed that the young man was hesitant to speak and stopped. The index finger of his right hand hanging down on his side was raised, but he didn't move.
He wanted to take the photo back, but couldn't find a reason.
Bu Chonghua's heart was bright, but he deliberately pretended not to see the photo and continued to look at the photo. A few seconds later, he suddenly discovered another unusual feature.
——Professor Zhang Zhixing's third person on the right is the young man named Yan, his lips are slightly pursed, his expression is serious, his face and eyes are slightly tilted to the left, as if he was deliberately avoiding the camera. The second is Wu Yu. Just standing there is reminiscent of the words Yushu Linfeng. The vigorous vigor almost overflows the paper. One hand is hooked on the shoulder of the young man on the right. Obviously, the two have a good relationship.
On the left of Wu Yu, there was a young man about twenty-five and sixty-six. His facial features were obviously more mature and handsome, and his head was quite tall. Standing behind a group of 18 or nine-year-old young students, he was a bit out of the ordinary.
The man was smiling and turning his head to Wu Yu.
It was just that, but then Bu Chonghua noticed that although Wu Yu hooked the shoulder of Yan on the right, his head and face were facing more to the left. If you look closely, his whole body has a stance leaning towards the young man on the left. The most obvious detail is that his shoulders are not on the same horizontal line.
Bu Chonghua has been engaged in criminal investigation for more than ten years and knows these subtle body language well. He knows what it means: he is very close to the young man on his left.
who's that person?
"...We took graduation photos at that time. Only with very good grades would we stand in the first row. I think Mr. Yan, you must be very good at that time."
The young man's attitude was modest and perfunctory: "I've passed the award, I just graduated with my best effort."
Bu Chonghua nodded, and suddenly pointed to the young man on Wu Yu's left as if he had discovered something, "Is this the counselor of your class?"
"No," the young man said after a pause, "this is our graduate student."
"The OUHK graduate school is also military training?"
"...That's not true."
"Then why take a photo with you?"
The hesitant expression on the young man’s face became more obvious, but Bu Chonghua seemed to be really ignorant. He stared at him with piercing eyes. After a while, the young man reluctantly replied, “He’s not for military training. It's... our teacher's son."
It turned out to be Zhang Zhixing's son.
At first Bu Chonghua didn't react, but two seconds later, he suddenly looked at the photo like a lightning strike, and realized what——
In his early years, he had a very good relationship with Wu Yu. He had the same surname Zhang, and was born in the same father-in-law. He appeared in the same old photo on his shoulders. Is this person? !
Bu Chonghua’s ears rang loudly and realized that he was approaching something very important. As long as he pushed his fingers forward a little bit harder, he could puncture the last layer of window paper and puff up old dust. It reveals the truth that everyone has known for so many years, but everyone has a tacit understanding of pretending that it does not exist.
But—it happens to be a but—the young man surnamed Yan in front of him is tighter than expected. His avoidance was not because of perfunctory, but for some unknown reason, he deliberately refused to mention the words of his school days language.
How did you make up his words?
"So that's it," Bu Chonghua took a sip from the disposable paper cup in front of him, and smiled: "What a young talent."
The two or three seconds of effort gave him a breathing space to think quickly.
There are many mediocre people in this world, but few powerful people. Very powerful people are divided into two categories: One is like Wu Yu, who is not distinguished from his appearance, and he is very cowardly and silent. , As long as you don’t touch his point, he may never want to show his great side in his whole life; another type is like the young man in front of him, who can see the greatness in words, deeds, talk, and aura just by looking at him. Here, he is someone who doesn't mind letting others—at least he doesn't mind letting Bu Chonghua see his edge.
Such a person is not easy to get involved, and based on his relationship with Zhang Zhixing, as long as Bu Chonghua touches a sensitive point, he may not hesitate to directly issue an eviction order.
The thinking speed honed in the criminal investigation work for more than ten years helped Bu Chonghua a lot. He put down the paper cup, looked at the cold face of the young man, and made a very bold decision in his heart.
"No wonder I was familiar with it just now. You said his surname is Zhang, and I suddenly remembered." Bu Chonghua pointed to the young man in the photo, raised his eyes and smiled: "A few years ago, when I went to the south on business trips. I have seen you, brother, and we have eaten together."
No matter how alert and alert, it is impossible for the young man to think that Bu Chonghua would say this, his expression was obviously stiff: "Oh? Have you seen it?"
"Yes, but it must have been for several years-it's a coincidence, everyone is acquaintance, but I have delayed visiting Mr. Zhang until today. I am ashamed!"
The young man's face was vaguely surprised.
Bu Chonghua just didn't see it, and smiled and asked, "How about it, is Zhang Boming still in Yundian now? Has he been elevated?"
Zhang, Bo, Ming, the young man’s pupils suddenly shrank just as the three words were being uttered.
As if a boulder fell from his throat into his stomach in an instant, Bu Chonghua knew he was right.
In the military training graduation photo that year, he closely held the promising Wu Yu, who was eighteen or nineteen years old, and the "senior brother" who completely changed Wu Yu's second half of his life a few years ago was the Zhang Boming!
"..." The young man lowered his gaze, and Bu Chonghua could almost see his high-speed brain through the black hair, but he only smiled and repeated: "Gao Sheng?"
The meaning of these two words is the same as that of Bu Chonghua, who lowered his head to drink water just now, all for the moment of thinking. But Bu Chonghua didn't give him this opportunity. He frowned and said "Ah". He pointed to Wu Yu on the photo and asked, "Is this Mr. Yan your classmate?"
The young man had a meal.
"I've seen him working with Zhang Boming. It's a coincidence." Bu Chonghua smiled and looked at the young man's dark eyes. Even the most subtle expressions were just rightly surprised: "I remember his surname. , But the name is Jie... Jie what? I remember that he has a very good relationship with Zhang Boming?"
The ward suddenly fell silent, and the young man sat there staring at Bu Chonghua without saying a word.
Bu Chonghua is not in a hurry. He knows that he has forced the other party to the point where he cannot avoid it. If he avoids and does not answer, Zhang Zhixing wakes up and talks about it again later, it will definitely cause embarrassment in front of the old man. Even embarrassing situation. Mobile phone\end remember one second "www.999xs.com" provides you with wonderful novels\read
Sure enough, after a long silence, the young man slowly said, "Police Officer Bu, I don’t know what you do... But it’s something I can say and it’s in your ears. I won’t do it again in front of the teacher. Mention it, it's just sad."
After a pause, he said again: "Yes, they have a very good relationship, but they both died in Yundian's confidential mission a year ago, which is a pity."
sacrifice.
There was a place in Bu Chonghua's heart that convulsed in an instant, and he thought: It turned out that they explained the ending of Jie Qianshan this way, both solemn and official-"sacrifice".
What about the living Wu Yu?
Does it sometimes feel that he has "sacrificed" in his heart?
"I'm sorry, I took the liberty." Bu Chonghua gently put the photo frame back on the coffee table, stared at it for a moment, suddenly raised his head and asked: "Mr. Yan and Mr. Xie must have a good relationship?"
The young man said plainly: "Yes, we are the upper and lower bunks."
Bu Chonghua nodded and said, "But I think you have a very normal relationship with your teacher's son."
"—Oh? Why do you say that?"
The young man rarely showed a surprised expression. Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand and pointed at the mirror: "Because in this photo, your roommate and Zhang Boming are leaning toward each other, but your right hand wraps around your roommate’s back, pressing I stayed on his right arm, as if I wanted to pull him to the left. This action is psychologically meant to bring the other person closer to his camp. Forgive me, do college boys also have jealous behaviors that favor each other's friendship ?"
"..."
Bu Chonghua looked at his motionless eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Or, since then, you have subconsciously realized that Zhang Boming will be harmful to your roommate?"
The air seemed to freeze, and the two of them sat facing each other, gradually brewing a smell of tension around them.
"Excuse me." The young man finally spoke for a while, and slowly asked: "I just remembered, it seems that I haven't consulted the police officer's name?"
"Bu Chonghua, the Chonghua of Yao Shun Yu Tang. How about you?"
"Yan Zheng." The young man looked at him coldly, "good and evil."
At the same time, the hospital is downstairs.
"Zhang Zhixing?" The nurse on duty at the front desk checked the computer, "On the eighth floor, in Ward 836, go up the elevator and turn left and turn to the end. It is the last single suite on the turn. Come, register the visitor's name information here."
There were people coming and going in the lobby of the inpatient building. Wu Yu stood in front of the duty window with his pen hanging on the paper for a while, and he wrote the words "Step Xiaohua", randomly filled in a mobile phone number, closed the registration form and returned it to the nurse. Turn around and walk towards the elevator.
——But at this moment, he suddenly paused when his gaze swept to something.
The window glass reflected the vague reflection of the crowd in the hall behind him. It seemed that a figure quickly disappeared from the crowd when he turned around, but when he turned around, it was completely gone.
"..."
Wu Yu stopped, and the corners of his eyes concealedly swept around, only to see the crowds waiting in line to pay for medicines were bustling, nothing unusual.
He frowned, put his hands in his trouser pockets close to the wall, and walked upstairs.
