"To decipher so many things from a photo, Police Officer Bu can be considered a talent." The young man who claimed to be Yan Zheng leaned back in his chair. This sitting posture made him look down from above, looking down at Bu Chonghua. : "You are really a talent for being a policeman. If you were a KOL in the new media, you should have become a millionaire by now."
Bu Chonghua clearly felt the unabashed ridicule in the other party's words, but he was indifferent: "Exceeded the award, but I have no malice, just curious."
As he said, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of the hospital bed: "Fortunately I met you, otherwise Professor Zhang should wake up later."
Indeed, the elderly in the hospital bed are no longer breathing as deep and long as they were just now. According to sleep theory, they should have entered a light sleep state that is about to wake up. If they delay for a while, they may be able to hear their conversation. .
Yan Zheng took a deep breath.
"Yes," he finally said, "I have a more average relationship with Zhang Boming."
Bu Chonghua knew that this sentence almost meant "I really hate Zhang Boming".
"I am a realistic conservative. Zhang Boming is more metaphysical. We have different opinions on many things. But there is no contradiction between us. It's just that my roommate prefers his kind of person: perfect, excellent, dazzling, and treat himself and others. All have extremely high moral requirements and are highly idealized."
Yan Zheng smiled in his nose, sounding a little complicated ridicule and sadness: "If my roommate is still alive, I will definitely choose to stay away from this kind of person now, but now it's too late to say anything."
Obviously it was the height of summer, but Bu Chonghua was sitting in the ward, but he seemed to be trapped in an ice cave, and a strong chill climbed from every nerve to his brain.
"Bu Chonghua is the best person I have ever seen in my life, and the most perfect idealist in myself..."
"Out of that door, the sun will rise tomorrow, and you are still that perfect, excellent, and glorious Bu Chonghua... I shouldn't have met you."
He thought that those sour adjectives at least expressed Wu Yu's affirmation of him, who knows that it is not affirmative at all. From the beginning, it was a vague refusal of being bitten by a snake for ten years for fear of the rope!
"...Then you back then," Bu Chonghua forced himself to look straight at Yan Zheng. He heard his voice calmly asking: "Have you ever tried to prevent your roommate from dropping out of school and leaving with Zhang Boming?"
"Try it." Yan Zheng said indifferently, "but he has his own way to go, and there are people he wants to save."
Is there someone he wants to save?
Yan Zheng stood up, nodded to Bu Chonghua, and said in a gentle tone: "Police Officer Bu, come here today. The teacher hasn't recovered. It would be better for you to visit another day and not send it."
Countless thoughts flashed through Bu Chonghua's mind at the same time, but Yan's surname had already pulled away and opened the door of the ward, his eyes were clear and tough and could not be rejected. Bu Chonghua slowly stood up from the sofa and paused for half a second before saying, "But I..."
Squeak squeak--
Both Yan Zheng Bu Chonghua turned their heads at the same time, only to see a slight swaying sound from the hospital bed, the old man's hand holding the infusion bag unconsciously lifted, and then slowly opened his eyes.
Professor Zhang Zhixing woke up.
Seriously displeased: "You--"
Strictly unable to stop it, I saw Bu Chonghua stepping forward quickly and leaning against the bedside: "Hello Professor Zhang, I am Bu Chonghua, I am looking forward to it for a long time."
·
With a ding sound, the elevator opened, Wu Yu walked out the door, glanced around from under the baseball cap, bowed his head and turned left and walked towards the ward at the end.
The level of the oncology department is a fully self-funded single and double ward, and the number of patients is not large. At this time, basically go back to take a nap. Wu Yu walked to the end and turned a corner, as silent as a shadow sticking to the root of the wall, and saw the patient's name hanging on the door of the last ward at the corner with three characters Zhang Zhixing written on it, but the window curtain on the ward door But he was pulled up, unable to peek inside.
A trace of coldness climbed from the bottom of Wu Yu's heart to his throat. He suppressed his uncertainty, and quickly glanced to the left and right, only to see that the doors of the next few wards were partially hidden and some were ajar, but except for a few rooms or two. There are no curtains.
In fact, they are just trivial details. It may be that the patient is afraid of disturbing sleep, or it may be that the curtain is pulled up at night and forgotten during the day. But just this little detail is enough to make Wu Yu tense like a frightened bird, and he pondered a few back and forth quietly in his heart: Why did he draw the curtain?
According to the time, Bu Chonghua should have arrived, what did they say in it?
——Did they mention... mention "me"?
No one could see the violent struggle in Wu Yu's mind. For a few seconds he couldn't even control it, and wanted to step forward to the crack of the door to listen to the movement and conversation inside. But just after taking half a step, he changed his mind again. He wanted to turn his head and rush home to collect all the cash, and escape the city without stopping for a second, to the ends of the world, the farther the better.
Those two impulses repeated in his mind like a tug-of-war, but only a few seconds later in reality, Wu Yu forced himself to stand still.
calm.
You must use all information to accurately judge the situation before you can make a decision that may never be changed once you act.
Wu Yu lowered his head, no passerby noticed him strangely, and no eyes even lingered on him for half a minute. He was like an ordinary visitor. He bowed his head and walked two steps towards the stairs. The next moment he just listened to the ward round nurse pushing the trolley past, walked straight to the door of Room 836 and stopped and knocked on the door:
"Nurse! Change dressing!"
Several family members of the patients who came out to fetch water just passed by, and Wu Yu glanced around, the distance and angle were like a mirror in an instant. He walked silently two steps to the right, slightly slanted, and turned back to Ward 836, which was half a corridor away; the family members happened to block most of him and saw the nurse push the door in.
At that moment, the scene in the house flashed--
Bu Chonghua stood on the side of the bed with his back to the door, and vaguely saw the old man on the hospital bed showing his silver hair.
In addition, there was a young man at the end of the bed.
Unexplained heart palpitations suddenly hit the top of his head, Wu Yu's eyelids jumped wildly, thinking: Who is that person?
At this moment, the nurse closed the door with his backhand, blocking his vision.
"..."
Wu Yu stood on the spot for two or three seconds, his chest undulating, and his eyes rolled back. It just so happened that the nurse walked into the water room not far away, and at the entrance of the corridor next to the water room, a back flashed in his sight, and went straight upstairs. The fastest update of 999 novels Computer: https://www.999xs.com/
Wu Yu's sight was stagnant between the lightning and the fire.
It was a young man, ordinary T-shirt jeans, a pair of high-top boots on his feet, and his feet were quite vigorous. This person was also at the gate of the hospital just now. When Wu Yu got off the taxi, he habitually glanced at the surrounding environment. He saw him stepping off the motorcycle half a street away. At that time, he felt that this person was acting very neatly. also came to the oncology hospital building.
What a coincidence?
A trace of weirdness suddenly rose from Wu Yu's intuition.
·
"... Regarding the buyer's comment posted by the anonymous user on the dark web, some people think that the other party may deliberately use this method to transmit some kind of coordinates or information to the outside world. So after reading your paper, I think it's good for our current The investigative direction is very helpful, and I have to take the liberty to come and ask you." Bu Chonghua paused and leaned slightly: "Old Zhang was embarrassed, but he went to the house to disturb him. I am really sorry.
The nurse had already changed the infusion bag and went out. Zhang Zhixing was leaning against the bedside. He might be a little haggard because he had just received the surgery, but he could see that his body was very tough and his facial features could vaguely see the appearance of Zhang Boming in the old photos. Yan waved his hand: "It's just a minor operation. It's not a big problem. It's because my daughter is too worried about making such a big battle. It's a good job to work for your police."
Bu Chonghua bowed his head and thanked him, but did not see the cold eyes on the other side of the bed.
"Your opinion is not unreasonable. The wrong digital certificate configuration may expose the dark web server address, and the browser security vulnerabilities may expose the real IP of a user. According to what you said, the suspect intentionally left unnecessary According to the buyer’s comments, there is also the suspicion of misleading the direction of the police investigation." Zhang Zhixing pondered for a moment, frowned and said, "I have the intention to help you see it now, but applying theoretical methods to the actual investigation process will cause a lot of difficulties. The bridge that a laptop can break the FBI firewall can only appear in American TV dramas. Otherwise, you can send me relevant materials and clues first. After I leave the hospital next week, I will go back to my daughter’s house and talk to you immediately. Contact with the side’s network investigation."
The old professor is worthy of being a mentor of the OUHK, and he has quick thinking and clear expression in such an old and sickly condition. Bu Chonghua said sincerely: "Thank you so much."
"No thanks, I won't be too late until the murderer is really caught." Zhang Zhixing sighed: "I also know the Professor Chen Yuanliang you mentioned. Although the subject is different, I met him at a meeting in Beijing before. Hearing it again, it is yin and yang separated, which is really embarrassing."
Then you don’t know the relationship between Chen Yuanliang and Shark, Qin Chuan and others and how he died. If you know it, it’s not too late to sigh...
The old professor didn't notice Bu Chonghua's thoughts, and he sighed: "The time is so hurry, why am I just ill at this time!"
Bu Chonghua said: "No hurry, you slowly recover from the illness. The drug lord Wan Changwen has absconded for thirty years, and he is not in a hurry for these few days..."
"No, you don't understand." Zhang Zhixing interrupted him solemnly. "The real scale of dark web crime has only been in recent years. Our technology is being updated, and their technology is also being updated. Internet security experts have worked hard to discover the safety Vulnerabilities are often quickly patched by the other party. This mental chase is getting faster and more intense. A few days is enough to change many situations. Criminals wait for no one!"
Bu Chonghua was slightly stunned. He didn't know what to say for a while, but he hadn't uttered a voice to persuade him: "Then you have to keep your health up to continue working for the public security. If you sharpen your knife and chop wood, then Didn’t you teach us in the technical class?"
Zhang Zhixing stopped talking, shook his head and smiled bitterly. After a while, he still couldn't hold back: "That's how it is said, but if this knife can be sharpened a few years earlier, if it can be compared with pure technical means early Against the dark web, they will neither... nor..."
What's going on?
In an instant Bu Chonghua realized the old man's thoughts-he didn't need Zhang Boming, Xie Qianshan and others to track the drug logistics on the dark web with undercover methods, and his son would not die in the end!
"...I'm old, and I often think of the past." Zhang Zhixing realized that he had made a mistake and stopped the topic, then took off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes before smiling bitterly at Bu Chonghua: "Police Officer Bu is busy with personnel. I won’t leave you to sit down. Dark web drug trafficking is more concealed and more dangerous than conventional drug trafficking. Your leaders’ worries are not unreasonable. You must be careful during the investigation!"
Bu Chonghua said: "I understand. But no matter how dangerous it is, someone has to do it. It's either me or another policeman. The danger is unavoidable."
Zhang Zhixing was stunned.
"how?"
The old professor's eyes flickered slightly, and he whispered for a while: "It's nothing, just remembered suddenly, you are not the first person to say this to me..."
Bu Chonghua reacted extremely quickly. Before Yan Zheng had time to dissuade him, he blurted out in the next second: "The last person who said this to you was your son?"
Yan Zheng: "Police Officer!"
Judging from the stern ending, he probably wanted to drive Bu Chonghua out of the house immediately, but Bu Chonghua looked at Zhang Zhixing unimpressed: "I know Zhang Boming. Ten years ago, he decided to continue the undercover plan for this reason. Does it continue?"
Zhang Zhixing was stunned: "You... do you know my son?"
"Police Officer!" Yan Zheng suddenly stood up and drank: "Almost done!"
Bu Chonghua said in a deep voice, "I not only know Zhang Boming, but also Xie Qianshan. I know that they are not quite as expected in the end, but there must be someone..."
"Where did you know my son? How did you know that he was not satisfactory in the end?" Zhang Zhixing interrupted Bu Chonghua abruptly: "Who told you? How do you say it? Was it the Yundian surname Feng? is not it?"
Bu Chonghua was a little surprised.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"Did they also tell you that he committed suicide, did he jump from the hospital stairs, right?" Zhang Zhixing flushed, and said angrily: "Impossible! I tell you Zhang Boming can't commit suicide! I know my son He is worthy of his duty and conscience, how can they tell people that he committed suicide?!"
Bu Chonghua: "Not really, they don't..."
Bu Chonghua was unexpectedly speechless, and then realized that Zhang Zhixing couldn't be stimulated like this because of his words. This was the result of long-term depression but no one listened. Sure enough, the next moment Zhang Zhixing forcibly turned over and sat up, and the infusion stand almost crashed and dumped: "I have told many people. I have told everyone in the investigation team that there was a problem with the investigation of the cause of his death. There is a lot of behind this incident. Big doubt! But they wouldn’t believe what I said!——Come on, Police Officer Bu, you judge and you know Zhang Boming. Tell me if he would commit suicide? Tell me about Yundian investigation Do you believe the nonsense of the group?"
Bu Chonghua faced the old man's grief and indignation, and uttered a word with difficulty: "I..."
"Okay, teacher, okay." Yan Zheng quickly bypassed the hospital bed to block Zhang Zhixing, while using his eyes to signal Bu Chonghua to go quickly: "I know, you lie down first, I know."
"How can they tell people that he committed suicide? Isn't this slandering people? Officer Bu, you also know Zhang Boming, do you think I'm right?!..."
Zhang Zhixing was obviously in a state of stress and was so excited that he couldn't help himself. When he caught Bu Chonghua, he had to force him to agree to what he said, and then turned to sternly and insisted on his consent. Yan Zheng could only force the old man on the bedside. He stopped him from moving, and rang the bell to call the nurse to come and re-inject the needle, sternly making a wink and hurrying away.
Bu Chonghua's mind was very confused, and he took a half step back subconsciously, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something in the confusion.
——The photo frame that was placed on the coffee table just now.
The nurse hurriedly pushed the door in. The old man's chatter, solemn comfort, and hectic footsteps resounded through the ward, and no one noticed it.
With a thought, Bu Chonghua picked up the photo frame and exited the door silently. He stood beside the door outside the ward, hiding at an invisible angle in the door, and quickly opened the detachable hook on the back of the photo frame.
There is Zhang Zhixing's son in this photo, which may be of great significance to the elderly. He can't take it away in his arms casually, and must be sent back to the original place immediately after reading it. Therefore, Bu Chonghua moved very fast, gritted his teeth and pulled the four back hooks one by one, almost being scratched without paying attention. With a soft crackle, he took apart the back of the photo frame, which had not been opened for many years, and an old photo was flickering. Floating out, he was quickly caught by his sharp eyes——
His speculation is not wrong.
The young man eagerly wanted to take the photo frame back from his hand. It was indeed because everyone’s name was printed on the back of the photo. From Zhang Zhixing in the middle of the first row to the third young man on the right, the order was:
Zhang Boming, Jie Xing, Jiang Ting.
"To decipher so many things from a photo, Police Officer Bu can be considered a talent." The young man who claimed to be Yan Zheng leaned back in his chair. This sitting posture made him look down from above, looking down at Bu Chonghua. : "You are really a talent for being a policeman. If you were a KOL in the new media, you should have become a millionaire by now."
Bu Chonghua clearly felt the unabashed ridicule in the other party's words, but he was indifferent: "Exceeded the award, but I have no malice, just curious."
As he said, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of the hospital bed: "Fortunately I met you, otherwise Professor Zhang should wake up later."
Indeed, the elderly in the hospital bed are no longer breathing as deep and long as they were just now. According to sleep theory, they should have entered a light sleep state that is about to wake up. If they delay for a while, they may be able to hear their conversation. .
Yan Zheng took a deep breath.
"Yes," he finally said, "I have a more average relationship with Zhang Boming."
Bu Chonghua knew that this sentence almost meant "I really hate Zhang Boming".
"I am a realistic conservative. Zhang Boming is more metaphysical. We have different opinions on many things. But there is no contradiction between us. It's just that my roommate prefers his kind of person: perfect, excellent, dazzling, and treat himself and others. All have extremely high moral requirements and are highly idealized."
Yan Zheng smiled in his nose, sounding a little complicated ridicule and sadness: "If my roommate is still alive, I will definitely choose to stay away from this kind of person now, but now it's too late to say anything."
Obviously it was the height of summer, but Bu Chonghua was sitting in the ward, but he seemed to be trapped in an ice cave, and a strong chill climbed from every nerve to his brain.
"Bu Chonghua is the best person I have ever seen in my life, and the most perfect idealist in myself..."
"Out of that door, the sun will rise tomorrow, and you are still that perfect, excellent, and glorious Bu Chonghua... I shouldn't have met you."
He thought that those sour adjectives at least expressed Wu Yu's affirmation of him, who knows that it is not affirmative at all. From the beginning, it was a vague refusal of being bitten by a snake for ten years for fear of the rope!
"...Then you back then," Bu Chonghua forced himself to look straight at Yan Zheng. He heard his voice calmly asking: "Have you ever tried to prevent your roommate from dropping out of school and leaving with Zhang Boming?"
"Try it." Yan Zheng said indifferently, "but he has his own way to go, and there are people he wants to save."
Is there someone he wants to save?
Yan Zheng stood up, nodded to Bu Chonghua, and said in a gentle tone: "Police Officer Bu, come here today. The teacher hasn't recovered. It would be better for you to visit another day and not send it."
Countless thoughts flashed through Bu Chonghua's mind at the same time, but Yan's surname had already pulled away and opened the door of the ward, his eyes were clear and tough and could not be rejected. Bu Chonghua slowly stood up from the sofa and paused for half a second before saying, "But I..."
Squeak squeak--
Both Yan Zheng Bu Chonghua turned their heads at the same time, only to see a slight swaying sound from the hospital bed, the old man's hand holding the infusion bag unconsciously lifted, and then slowly opened his eyes.
Professor Zhang Zhixing woke up.
Seriously displeased: "You--"
Strictly unable to stop it, I saw Bu Chonghua stepping forward quickly and leaning against the bedside: "Hello Professor Zhang, I am Bu Chonghua, I am looking forward to it for a long time."
·
With a ding sound, the elevator opened, Wu Yu walked out the door, glanced around from under the baseball cap, bowed his head and turned left and walked towards the ward at the end.
The level of the oncology department is a fully self-funded single and double ward, and the number of patients is not large. At this time, basically go back to take a nap. Wu Yu walked to the end and turned a corner, as silent as a shadow sticking to the root of the wall, and saw the patient's name hanging on the door of the last ward at the corner with three characters Zhang Zhixing written on it, but the window curtain on the ward door But he was pulled up, unable to peek inside.
A trace of coldness climbed from the bottom of Wu Yu's heart to his throat. He suppressed his uncertainty, and quickly glanced to the left and right, only to see that the doors of the next few wards were partially hidden and some were ajar, but except for a few rooms or two. There are no curtains.
In fact, they are just trivial details. It may be that the patient is afraid of disturbing sleep, or it may be that the curtain is pulled up at night and forgotten during the day. But just this little detail is enough to make Wu Yu tense like a frightened bird, and he pondered a few back and forth quietly in his heart: Why did he draw the curtain?
According to the time, Bu Chonghua should have arrived, what did they say in it?
——Did they mention... mention "me"?
No one could see the violent struggle in Wu Yu's mind. For a few seconds he couldn't even control it, and wanted to step forward to the crack of the door to listen to the movement and conversation inside. But just after taking half a step, he changed his mind again. He wanted to turn his head and rush home to collect all the cash, and escape the city without stopping for a second, to the ends of the world, the farther the better.
Those two impulses repeated in his mind like a tug-of-war, but only a few seconds later in reality, Wu Yu forced himself to stand still.
calm.
You must use all information to accurately judge the situation before you can make a decision that may never be changed once you act.
Wu Yu lowered his head, no passerby noticed him strangely, and no eyes even lingered on him for half a minute. He was like an ordinary visitor. He bowed his head and walked two steps towards the stairs. The next moment he just listened to the ward round nurse pushing the trolley past, walked straight to the door of Room 836 and stopped and knocked on the door:
"Nurse! Change dressing!"
Several family members of the patients who came out to fetch water just passed by, and Wu Yu glanced around, the distance and angle were like a mirror in an instant. He walked silently two steps to the right, slightly slanted, and turned back to Ward 836, which was half a corridor away; the family members happened to block most of him and saw the nurse push the door in.
At that moment, the scene in the house flashed--
Bu Chonghua stood on the side of the bed with his back to the door, and vaguely saw the old man on the hospital bed showing his silver hair.
In addition, there was a young man at the end of the bed.
Unexplained heart palpitations suddenly hit the top of his head, Wu Yu's eyelids jumped wildly, thinking: Who is that person?
At this moment, the nurse closed the door with his backhand, blocking his vision.
"..."
Wu Yu stood on the spot for two or three seconds, his chest undulating, and his eyes rolled back. It just so happened that the nurse walked into the water room not far away, and at the entrance of the corridor next to the water room, a back flashed in his sight, and went straight upstairs. The fastest update of 999 novels Computer: https://www.999xs.com/
Wu Yu's sight was stagnant between the lightning and the fire.
It was a young man, ordinary T-shirt jeans, a pair of high-top boots on his feet, and his feet were quite vigorous. This person was also at the gate of the hospital just now. When Wu Yu got off the taxi, he habitually glanced at the surrounding environment. He saw him stepping off the motorcycle half a street away. At that time, he felt that this person was acting very neatly. also came to the oncology hospital building.
What a coincidence?
A trace of weirdness suddenly rose from Wu Yu's intuition.
·
"... Regarding the buyer's comment posted by the anonymous user on the dark web, some people think that the other party may deliberately use this method to transmit some kind of coordinates or information to the outside world. So after reading your paper, I think it's good for our current The investigative direction is very helpful, and I have to take the liberty to come and ask you." Bu Chonghua paused and leaned slightly: "Old Zhang was embarrassed, but he went to the house to disturb him. I am really sorry.
The nurse had already changed the infusion bag and went out. Zhang Zhixing was leaning against the bedside. He might be a little haggard because he had just received the surgery, but he could see that his body was very tough and his facial features could vaguely see the appearance of Zhang Boming in the old photos. Yan waved his hand: "It's just a minor operation. It's not a big problem. It's because my daughter is too worried about making such a big battle. It's a good job to work for your police."
Bu Chonghua bowed his head and thanked him, but did not see the cold eyes on the other side of the bed.
"Your opinion is not unreasonable. The wrong digital certificate configuration may expose the dark web server address, and the browser security vulnerabilities may expose the real IP of a user. According to what you said, the suspect intentionally left unnecessary According to the buyer’s comments, there is also the suspicion of misleading the direction of the police investigation." Zhang Zhixing pondered for a moment, frowned and said, "I have the intention to help you see it now, but applying theoretical methods to the actual investigation process will cause a lot of difficulties. The bridge that a laptop can break the FBI firewall can only appear in American TV dramas. Otherwise, you can send me relevant materials and clues first. After I leave the hospital next week, I will go back to my daughter’s house and talk to you immediately. Contact with the side’s network investigation."
The old professor is worthy of being a mentor of the OUHK, and he has quick thinking and clear expression in such an old and sickly condition. Bu Chonghua said sincerely: "Thank you so much."
"No thanks, I won't be too late until the murderer is really caught." Zhang Zhixing sighed: "I also know the Professor Chen Yuanliang you mentioned. Although the subject is different, I met him at a meeting in Beijing before. Hearing it again, it is yin and yang separated, which is really embarrassing."
Then you don’t know the relationship between Chen Yuanliang and Shark, Qin Chuan and others and how he died. If you know it, it’s not too late to sigh...
The old professor didn't notice Bu Chonghua's thoughts, and he sighed: "The time is so hurry, why am I just ill at this time!"
Bu Chonghua said: "No hurry, you slowly recover from the illness. The drug lord Wan Changwen has absconded for thirty years, and he is not in a hurry for these few days..."
"No, you don't understand." Zhang Zhixing interrupted him solemnly. "The real scale of dark web crime has only been in recent years. Our technology is being updated, and their technology is also being updated. Internet security experts have worked hard to discover the safety Vulnerabilities are often quickly patched by the other party. This mental chase is getting faster and more intense. A few days is enough to change many situations. Criminals wait for no one!"
Bu Chonghua was slightly stunned. He didn't know what to say for a while, but he hadn't uttered a voice to persuade him: "Then you have to keep your health up to continue working for the public security. If you sharpen your knife and chop wood, then Didn’t you teach us in the technical class?"
Zhang Zhixing stopped talking, shook his head and smiled bitterly. After a while, he still couldn't hold back: "That's how it is said, but if this knife can be sharpened a few years earlier, if it can be compared with pure technical means early Against the dark web, they will neither... nor..."
What's going on?
In an instant Bu Chonghua realized the old man's thoughts-he didn't need Zhang Boming, Xie Qianshan and others to track the drug logistics on the dark web with undercover methods, and his son would not die in the end!
"...I'm old, and I often think of the past." Zhang Zhixing realized that he had made a mistake and stopped the topic, then took off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes before smiling bitterly at Bu Chonghua: "Police Officer Bu is busy with personnel. I won’t leave you to sit down. Dark web drug trafficking is more concealed and more dangerous than conventional drug trafficking. Your leaders’ worries are not unreasonable. You must be careful during the investigation!"
Bu Chonghua said: "I understand. But no matter how dangerous it is, someone has to do it. It's either me or another policeman. The danger is unavoidable."
Zhang Zhixing was stunned.
"how?"
The old professor's eyes flickered slightly, and he whispered for a while: "It's nothing, just remembered suddenly, you are not the first person to say this to me..."
Bu Chonghua reacted extremely quickly. Before Yan Zheng had time to dissuade him, he blurted out in the next second: "The last person who said this to you was your son?"
Yan Zheng: "Police Officer!"
Judging from the stern ending, he probably wanted to drive Bu Chonghua out of the house immediately, but Bu Chonghua looked at Zhang Zhixing unimpressed: "I know Zhang Boming. Ten years ago, he decided to continue the undercover plan for this reason. Does it continue?"
Zhang Zhixing was stunned: "You... do you know my son?"
"Police Officer!" Yan Zheng suddenly stood up and drank: "Almost done!"
Bu Chonghua said in a deep voice, "I not only know Zhang Boming, but also Xie Qianshan. I know that they are not quite as expected in the end, but there must be someone..."
"Where did you know my son? How did you know that he was not satisfactory in the end?" Zhang Zhixing interrupted Bu Chonghua abruptly: "Who told you? How do you say it? Was it the Yundian surname Feng? is not it?"
Bu Chonghua was a little surprised.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"Did they also tell you that he committed suicide, did he jump from the hospital stairs, right?" Zhang Zhixing flushed, and said angrily: "Impossible! I tell you Zhang Boming can't commit suicide! I know my son He is worthy of his duty and conscience, how can they tell people that he committed suicide?!"
Bu Chonghua: "Not really, they don't..."
Bu Chonghua was unexpectedly speechless, and then realized that Zhang Zhixing couldn't be stimulated like this because of his words. This was the result of long-term depression but no one listened. Sure enough, the next moment Zhang Zhixing forcibly turned over and sat up, and the infusion stand almost crashed and dumped: "I have told many people. I have told everyone in the investigation team that there was a problem with the investigation of the cause of his death. There is a lot of behind this incident. Big doubt! But they wouldn’t believe what I said!——Come on, Police Officer Bu, you judge and you know Zhang Boming. Tell me if he would commit suicide? Tell me about Yundian investigation Do you believe the nonsense of the group?"
Bu Chonghua faced the old man's grief and indignation, and uttered a word with difficulty: "I..."
"Okay, teacher, okay." Yan Zheng quickly bypassed the hospital bed to block Zhang Zhixing, while using his eyes to signal Bu Chonghua to go quickly: "I know, you lie down first, I know."
"How can they tell people that he committed suicide? Isn't this slandering people? Officer Bu, you also know Zhang Boming, do you think I'm right?!..."
Zhang Zhixing was obviously in a state of stress and was so excited that he couldn't help himself. When he caught Bu Chonghua, he had to force him to agree to what he said, and then turned to sternly and insisted on his consent. Yan Zheng could only force the old man on the bedside. He stopped him from moving, and rang the bell to call the nurse to come and re-inject the needle, sternly making a wink and hurrying away.
Bu Chonghua's mind was very confused, and he took a half step back subconsciously, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something in the confusion.
——The photo frame that was placed on the coffee table just now.
The nurse hurriedly pushed the door in. The old man's chatter, solemn comfort, and hectic footsteps resounded through the ward, and no one noticed it.
With a thought, Bu Chonghua picked up the photo frame and exited the door silently. He stood beside the door outside the ward, hiding at an invisible angle in the door, and quickly opened the detachable hook on the back of the photo frame.
There is Zhang Zhixing's son in this photo, which may be of great significance to the elderly. He can't take it away in his arms casually, and must be sent back to the original place immediately after reading it. Therefore, Bu Chonghua moved very fast, gritted his teeth and pulled the four back hooks one by one, almost being scratched without paying attention. With a soft crackle, he took apart the back of the photo frame, which had not been opened for many years, and an old photo was flickering. Floating out, he was quickly caught by his sharp eyes——
His speculation is not wrong.
The young man eagerly wanted to take the photo frame back from his hand. It was indeed because everyone’s name was printed on the back of the photo. From Zhang Zhixing in the middle of the first row to the third young man on the right, the order was:
Zhang Boming, Jie Xing, Jiang Ting.
