"Get off." Wang Jiuling spit out a word coldly.
Bu Chonghua turned his head and left without saying a word. After two steps, he just listened to Wang Jiuling's heartbreaking: "You fucking come back to me!!"
Bu Chonghua had to turn back, and saw that the bright and clean dissection room had become a garbage dump. The ground, desks, and sinks were full of rubbish. The fresh air system was turned on to its maximum capacity. All physical and chemical analysts were wearing anti-virus. Masks and double gloves. Behind the masks, everyone’s face is full of love.
Sitting in the corner, Xiaogui forensic doctor said quietly, "Someone must be responsible for my dissection room today."
"..." Bu Chonghua coughed as he watched the ghostly resentment from all directions, and said nonchalantly: "Or...you also...give me a pair of chopsticks?"
Four hundred kilograms of garbage was transported to the Nancheng branch by truck. Wang Jiuling went crazy on the spot, saying that if Bu Chonghua did not follow along with the sorting, the criminal investigation detachment leader of the Nancheng branch would have to die here today, and tomorrow the criminal investigation detachment would have Ma Daixiao cried for national funeral. He will also support Zhang Xiaoli to ascend the throne, let the surviving Liao Gang listen to politics, and ask the elder princess Wu Yu to come to the forensic doctor's room and kiss her; from then on, the criminal investigation detachment will pay tribute to the technical detachment and bow down.
Bu Chonghua didn't care about Liao Gang's decision to listen to politics, but he must not let Zhang Xiaoli's low IQ ruin the country he had laid down for half his life, and handed Wu Yu out to be married. As a hostage of the criminal investigation detachment, he was detained in the autopsy room together with Wang Jiuling to sort out hundreds of kilograms of cigarette butts in the garbage dump, and used steel chopsticks to pick and pick from the rotten juicy garbage dump; straight sorting for several hours After another drug poisoning case, Liao hurriedly brought people to rescue him, and rescued the detachment leader from the kidnapping scene, who was not moving on the surface like a mountain.
As for Wu Yu, he was summoned by Xu Ju's phone urgently, saying that he needed someone to help fix the flickering lamp in his office.
It was not until the evening that the sorting of the small mountain of rubbish was finished, and 546 cigarette butts, formed or not formed, were removed in total.
Director Wang said that if the DNA of these 546 cigarette butts were fully checked out of the database, they would have to be busy for at least half a month, and asked Liao Gang to retrieve Bu Chonghua and ask him what to do now; Liao just happened to be easy to rescue the hostages back to the Criminal Investigation Detachment Afraid of repeating the tragedy of the sheep entering the tiger’s mouth, he called and asked: "Today, there are more than 500 cigarette butts. What should I do now? Take all of them to separate DNA samples?"
The phone was silent for a while, before listening to the phone on the other end of the phone, Jinshang slowly said: "Cigarette butts that have been sucked into the filter, without the filler paper in the filter, and the state of relatively new color are screened out first. The cigarettes are still some distance from the filter. The filter tip is equipped with a priori perforation. If the filter tip has a trademark and a better brand, the first batch will be separated first."
"Go!" Liao Gang was about to hang up, and remembered something: "Today, where are you?"
All around, Wang Jiuling stared at the phone in Liao Gang's ear gloomily.
"..." Bu Chonghua calmly said, "Repair the lamp in Xu Ju's office."
According to Bu Chonghua’s thinking, 499 of the 546 cigarette butts were filled with paper in the filter, and 256 with traces of perforation were screened out. Then 86 cigarette butts were found to be some distance away from the filter; among the 86 cigarette butts There were 52 leftovers that hadn't been soaked in dirty water. 52 groups of yellow and black paper balls were urgently sent to the Forensic Clinic of the Municipal Bureau for DNA isolation and comparison overnight.
Bu Chonghua closed the thick case materials, got up and drove down the stairs home, it was getting late.
Wu Yu had finished repairing the legendary lamp... He went back early, and before leaving, he asked him what he would like to order for takeaway at night. Bu Chonghua had already told him that there was spare cash in the study drawer, so he didn't care too much. He ordered a braised fish and mushrooms and choy sum with scallion pancakes, knowing that the results of the training in just a few days should be a soup.
The Jeep turned off in the underground garage, and Bu Chonghua went up from the elevator to the top floor. He just pressed his fingerprint to open the door, and suddenly made a halt, remembering that Wang Jiuling had deliberately stood in front of the office door two days ago, with joy:
"I'm going home now, without ringing the doorbell at all. I yelled back from a long distance. Either my wife has already prepared a table of hot meals and vegetables to greet me, or my daughter came out with slippers to open the door for her father... …"
Just blow it up, and Bu Chonghua thought coldly, who didn't know that you made 21 meals at your house on the seventh day of the National Day last year.
Bu Chonghua raised his hand to open the door. Suddenly, there was a cry and the anti-theft door opened by itself. Wu Yu held a spatula and stuck his head out: "What do you want? Don't come in?"
"How are you..."
"Listening to your footsteps at the door for a long time, I thought you were injured and cut your thumb today." Wu Yu turned to the kitchen and said without looking back: "I was scared. Wash your hands and eat."
The living room was shining with warm light, the food was steaming on the bar counter, Wu Yu’s white feet stepped on the plush slippers, and the sound of pattering on the smooth floor tiles, and the fine grunts in the kitchen who did not know what to cook Together, they mixed into a breath of fireworks.
Bu Chonghua lowered his head, the corners of his mouth seemed to be tilted upwards, and then he was controlled by him, and said lightly: "Okay."
The dinner was really braised fish, mushrooms and vegetables, and golden scallion pancakes. According to the theory that the take-out food would taste better in a household bowl, it was served on a white bone china dinner plate by Wu Yu. Bu Chonghua washed the two pairs of chopsticks and two bowls, and saw Wu Yu again brought out a pot of steaming golden soup from the kitchen. He was a little surprised: "What is this?"
"Warm tofu." Wu Yu said casually, "It's mainly because I want to eat it myself, but I also want you to taste it."
...You want me to taste your...tofu?
Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows, scooped a spoon into his mouth.
It's a bit like English corn mush or Italian polenta-this was his first reaction. Then he felt that this thing was definitely not tofu, and the slippery, strange taste spread quickly on the root of the tongue, and then a pungent choke on his throat without warning, and went straight to his nose: "Cough! Cough!-This is tofu. ?"
"No," Wu Yu had a spoon in his mouth, and the black eyebrows on his white side were slightly raised. He looked young and cunning. After observing his reaction as if it were very interesting, he took the spoon out of his mouth and couldn't help but laugh. : "It's chickpeas and pea flour, plus some turmeric. Are you used to it?"
Bu Chonghua coughed and reacted: "Burmese food?"
Wu Yu laughed, spooned a large spoonful into his mouth, and said, "Well, Burmese Shan State food, called hto-hpunwe."
I don't know if it is Dengying or an illusion. There seems to be a complex melancholy between his beautiful eyebrows, but it passed in a blink of an eye.
"In fact, people in Shan State basically use deep-fried tofu, but I don't want you to run the mountain climber for two hours tonight." He smiled and said, "It's okay. Most people are not used to eating it, so I won't make it next time."
Bu Chonghua looked at his expression, his heart seemed to be lightly grabbed, and then suddenly he reached out his hand to scoop a few spoonfuls in a bowl, and ate it under Wu Yu’s unexpected gaze, making the porridge warm. The food slides down the throat into the stomach; after getting used to the mixed taste of turmeric and soy flour, a strange and comfortable feeling fills the taste buds.
"you are not……"
"Actually, it will smell fragrant after getting used to it." Bu Chonghua tasted it for a moment, then raised his eyes and smiled: "Next time you teach me how to do it, put a little turmeric less."
Wu Yu lowered his eyes in his smiling gaze, the bottom of his pupils shone with waves, and the corners of his pale red lips could not help but bend: "Okay."
The two of them did this first. You one spoonful and I finished the warm tofu in the little milk pot before having dinner. Bu Chonghua took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher, Wu Yu snapped I washed the rag and wiped the table. After wiping, the rag was thrown away, and he said loudly, "I'm going to take a shower!"
Bu Chonghua paused for a few seconds before he mumbled.
He listened to Wu Yu walking upstairs briskly, and for a while, there was a splash of water in the guest bedroom, and he thought: What kind of relationship are we now, are we officially dating?
Formal communication.
This thought made him feel a little hot, and then the heat spread throughout his body along the meridians, like countless clusters of small flames burning secretly in the limbs.
Bu Chonghua stood up, fixedly looking at his reflection on the cupboard glass, with high brow bones and straight nose. Because of his thin lips, he often gave people an illusion of indifference and inhumanity. On such an unclear glass reflection, he could see the deep flames burning deep in his pupils. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, exhaled completely, then couldn't help but lift his hand to loosen the button on the shirt collar. The second one was released again, revealing a small piece of strong muscle outline.
There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and it was Wu Yu who quickly took a shower. While rubbing his wet and black hair with a white towel, he pattered into the study: "Your Illustrated Book of Corpse Changes Can you lend me another look?"
From the neck to the butterfly bones, to the narrow and thin waist and the strong and strong long legs, there is no trace of the body line that is not tightened to the extreme, and there is no proportion that is not neat and precise. But as long as you take a closer look, you will find all kinds of scars all over the body, some of them are dark and white against the light, and some of them are always left with a dark red mark or even hyperplasia. Every trace of different shapes is telling. There is a story that no one knows in the years.
Nobody in this world has a body like him, combining the graceful and fierce beauty with the cruel and hideous ugliness so contradictory and so unified.
Bu Chonghua exhaled and said hoarsely: "Let's take a look."
"Thank you."
Wu Yu removed the illustrated book from the top of the bookshelf on tiptoe, and when he moved, one side of his collar slipped down, revealing a small light ink tattoo on his right shoulder. Then he turned around and pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose with his knuckles, and said casually: "Why are you still standing there?"
The fire in Bu Chonghua's heart burned all the way up, and his throat became tight.
"It's nothing." He turned his eyes and said lightly, "Look at it, I'll take a bath."
The sound of water lasted for a long, long time, until the whole bedroom was filled with water vapor, and Bu Chonghua turned off the shower, stretched out his hand to wipe the mirror, and looked at his upper face in the mirror.
The corners of his eyebrows are distinct because of the water, like the arc of a blade, the fire in the depths of the eyes is not extinguished because of the temporary expression of sex, but brighter, like a young impulse, unable to restrain himself The aggressive hairy guy.
Bu Chonghua was not satisfied with his image in his heart. He blew his hair hastily and changed into a dark gray home furnishing T-shirt made of clean cotton. He adjusted his expression in the mirror for a long time, trying to make himself look warmer and handsome. Zhang's face in the frontline criminal investigation town for more than ten years is really not warm. Not only that, he also discovered for the first time that if he stood with the killer disguised as a sports college student, he would be more like a killer...
Bu Chonghua stared coldly at the mirror as if he was facing an inadequate subordinate. In the mirror, he returned with the same harsh and stern gaze. Through a layer of glass, he accused each other of owing him 5 million by nature. After that, Bu Chonghua finally gave in, and realized that just like Wu Yu would never be elegant and cold in a suit and leather in his life, it would be difficult for him to be cheerful and lively and likable in his life, and one cannot be hard with fate.
Bu Chonghua walked out of the bathroom, put on home sweatpants, took out a brand-new unopened mobile phone from the drawer of the bedside table, rubbed it in his palm for a while, it seemed as if some subtle courage was mustered, and he made up his mind to go out.
"Wu Yu!"
He was about to open the door and enter the study, when he suddenly saw a figure lying on the sofa in the living room, his footsteps came to a halt--
He took too long in this bath, and Wu Yu fell asleep.
Maybe because the big snow-white leather sofa is too soft and comfortable, he even snores a little-this is very unusual, usually he never sleeps. The rimless glasses were still put on the bridge of his nose, looking calm and gentle, one hand held the corpse illustration book empty, and the whole book had been opened and fell on his chest.
The house was extremely quiet late at night, and Bu Chonghua looked at him, suddenly an indescribable sense of peace and tranquility filled his heart.
"Why fall asleep here?" he whispered.
Wu Yu unconsciously moved, turning his face to the sofa cushion, the book on his chest slipped off, and Bu Chonghua's eyes quickly caught it, and gently placed it on the coffee table.
Living in my house, eating my fish, and wanting to sleep on my sofa with cold and ruining medical expenses, it’s like touching porcelain...
He leaned over and hugged Wu Yu, wrapped one hand over his thin shoulder blades and one hand with his legs bent, and effortlessly hugged him from the sofa in the living room into the master bedroom, put him on his big bed, bowed his head and kissed him. Cool lips.
"This is called a princess hug. You can only call a sack." Bu Chonghua teased softly. He reached out and picked up his childhood photo from the bedside table on the other side and shook it in front of Wu Yu. I'll know each other from now on."
Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei and his wife in the frame smile, as if very happy.
However, in front of the picture frame, Wu Yu's sleeping side face was paved with light and shade. The rare happiness and glamour in these few days disappeared as the tide receded. There seemed to be many things hidden in the corners of his frowning eyebrows and sinking mouth, like moonlight shining on the rocky beach of thousands of miles, and outsiders stood on the shore, unable to peek through the hidden and distant sea.
With a soft bang, Bu Chonghua turned off the lamp and said almost silently: "Good night."
At the same moment, the suburbs of Jinhai.
The abandoned factory building in the dark was quiet, and suddenly there was a loud bang. The iron door of the rusty warehouse was pushed open, splashing dust mixed with rust and sawdust.
"Fuck!" A man wearing a baseball cap and an anti-haze mask and carrying a shoulder bag strode in, and slammed the backpack on the messy camp bed. He sat down and rubbed his face, revealing a pair of fullness. Bloodshot eyes, then gritted his teeth and took out the phone to make a call.
"Hello, the number you dialed has been deactivated..."
"Fuck!!"
The man slammed the phone more irritably, leaned back on the bed, and stared directly at the high-rotating ventilation fan; after a while he suddenly sat up again, picked up a laptop on the wooden table, and opened it expertly. Connected to the onion router, opened a private chat room, cracked fingers and typed two lines of words on the keyboard: ωωω.999xs.co\m\
[Sister Yin. 】
[The police found Xiaobeizhuang, they may find me soon, what should I do? 】
There was no echo on the empty screen. It took several minutes before the opposite came out from the man’s anxious gaze:
[You shouldn't have killed Chen Yuanliang. 】
A Yin leaned on the back seat of the cross-country car that was constantly bumping, and the street lights on both sides of the national highway retreated quickly, and only one star of her gorgeous lipstick reflected in the darkness. The other side of the phone was quiet for a while, and she knew that the insatiable idiot of Sanqi was typing frantically, and the phone shook again after a few seconds:
[I can't kill him! The man surnamed Chen took the initiative to contact the police from the beginning, he would confess me, he would confess everything, even ‘shark’! 】
[I am desperate in the country, sister Yin, save me, I must leave the country immediately! 】
Wan Changwen would not lose contact if it was so easy to leave the country. A trace of sarcasm appeared in Ah Yin's eyes. Just as he was about to sever the phone, another message flashed out, still three or seven:
[As long as you are willing to help me this time, I can do anything, anything! 】
Anything?
A Yin's hand paused, the ghost flicked the screen, and switched to the picture she was looking at a few minutes ago. That was the last message she sent from her subordinates before dying-a tall and powerful man in the hospital corridor The man turned sideways to the camera and did not realize that he had been secretly photographed. He raised his sword eyebrows and said something to the other side.
Bu Chonghua, the leader of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Nancheng Public Security Bureau of Jinhai City.
The Gaojia fire site in Fengyuan Village, the teammate and partner who escaped with the "painter".
The tip of Ah Yin's tongue touched the inside of his lips and turned a half circle, and he was suddenly excited. He selected the picture and sent it to Sanqi, and quickly typed a line of words with his fingers painted in bright red Kordan: [Kill him. 】
The opposite side showed the input status, and then stopped. There was no answer for a long time.
[Help me kill him, and I will take you back to Shan State immediately after it's done. 】
The moonlight was cut into pieces by the tall ventilation fan leaves, and the rotating light and shadow illuminated the blood-red eyes of Panax notoginseng. After a long while, he typed a word and clicked to send: [OK. 】
Sister Yin laughed, closed the chat page, returned to the phone photo album just now, and stared at another photo on the screen thoughtfully. After a long time, the twisted smile on the corners of her red lips gradually disappeared, which was enough to make any man fascinated. An almost icy look appeared on her sexy face.
——In the photo, she laughed indulgently at a cruise party ten years ago, surrounded by well-dressed handsome men and beauties, smoking, drinking, smoking, and showing each other's sex; the colorful lights above their heads are strange, everyone is completely Immerse yourself in the apocalyptic indulgence.
Only a young man in the upper right corner of the picture remained awake from beginning to end. His skin was not as deep as the locals in Myanmar. Instead, he showed a smooth porcelain white, but his eyebrows had a deep and three-dimensional feeling of Southeast Asian descent, and his temperament was capable and quiet. He was wearing a black suit and white shirt that was very different from the surrounding environment. The collar slightly loosened the two buttons, and he was vaguely isolated from the carnival crowd, but his eyes were firmly fixed on her.
He has always been the best bodyguard, dedicated to his duties and omnipotent.
Until he threw a grenade at the crowd in the tunnel, and then stabbed a sharp knife cleanly into her chest.
"Ten years, you can't wait a long time, right?" A Yin put his red lips close to the phone screen, smiled and muttered: "Don't worry, I will send him down by myself and be with you."
"Get off." Wang Jiuling spit out a word coldly.
Bu Chonghua turned his head and left without saying a word. After two steps, he just listened to Wang Jiuling's heartbreaking: "You fucking come back to me!!"
Bu Chonghua had to turn back, and saw that the bright and clean dissection room had become a garbage dump. The ground, desks, and sinks were full of rubbish. The fresh air system was turned on to its maximum capacity. All physical and chemical analysts were wearing anti-virus. Masks and double gloves. Behind the masks, everyone’s face is full of love.
Sitting in the corner, Xiaogui forensic doctor said quietly, "Someone must be responsible for my dissection room today."
"..." Bu Chonghua coughed as he watched the ghostly resentment from all directions, and said nonchalantly: "Or...you also...give me a pair of chopsticks?"
Four hundred kilograms of garbage was transported to the Nancheng branch by truck. Wang Jiuling went crazy on the spot, saying that if Bu Chonghua did not follow along with the sorting, the criminal investigation detachment leader of the Nancheng branch would have to die here today, and tomorrow the criminal investigation detachment would have Ma Daixiao cried for national funeral. He will also support Zhang Xiaoli to ascend the throne, let the surviving Liao Gang listen to politics, and ask the elder princess Wu Yu to come to the forensic doctor's room and kiss her; from then on, the criminal investigation detachment will pay tribute to the technical detachment and bow down.
Bu Chonghua didn't care about Liao Gang's decision to listen to politics, but he must not let Zhang Xiaoli's low IQ ruin the country he had laid down for half his life, and handed Wu Yu out to be married. As a hostage of the criminal investigation detachment, he was detained in the autopsy room together with Wang Jiuling to sort out hundreds of kilograms of cigarette butts in the garbage dump, and used steel chopsticks to pick and pick from the rotten juicy garbage dump; straight sorting for several hours After another drug poisoning case, Liao hurriedly brought people to rescue him, and rescued the detachment leader from the kidnapping scene, who was not moving on the surface like a mountain.
As for Wu Yu, he was summoned by Xu Ju's phone urgently, saying that he needed someone to help fix the flickering lamp in his office.
It was not until the evening that the sorting of the small mountain of rubbish was finished, and 546 cigarette butts, formed or not formed, were removed in total.
Director Wang said that if the DNA of these 546 cigarette butts were fully checked out of the database, they would have to be busy for at least half a month, and asked Liao Gang to retrieve Bu Chonghua and ask him what to do now; Liao just happened to be easy to rescue the hostages back to the Criminal Investigation Detachment Afraid of repeating the tragedy of the sheep entering the tiger’s mouth, he called and asked: "Today, there are more than 500 cigarette butts. What should I do now? Take all of them to separate DNA samples?"
The phone was silent for a while, before listening to the phone on the other end of the phone, Jinshang slowly said: "Cigarette butts that have been sucked into the filter, without the filler paper in the filter, and the state of relatively new color are screened out first. The cigarettes are still some distance from the filter. The filter tip is equipped with a priori perforation. If the filter tip has a trademark and a better brand, the first batch will be separated first."
"Go!" Liao Gang was about to hang up, and remembered something: "Today, where are you?"
All around, Wang Jiuling stared at the phone in Liao Gang's ear gloomily.
"..." Bu Chonghua calmly said, "Repair the lamp in Xu Ju's office."
According to Bu Chonghua’s thinking, 499 of the 546 cigarette butts were filled with paper in the filter, and 256 with traces of perforation were screened out. Then 86 cigarette butts were found to be some distance away from the filter; among the 86 cigarette butts There were 52 leftovers that hadn't been soaked in dirty water. 52 groups of yellow and black paper balls were urgently sent to the Forensic Clinic of the Municipal Bureau for DNA isolation and comparison overnight.
Bu Chonghua closed the thick case materials, got up and drove down the stairs home, it was getting late.
Wu Yu had finished repairing the legendary lamp... He went back early, and before leaving, he asked him what he would like to order for takeaway at night. Bu Chonghua had already told him that there was spare cash in the study drawer, so he didn't care too much. He ordered a braised fish and mushrooms and choy sum with scallion pancakes, knowing that the results of the training in just a few days should be a soup.
The Jeep turned off in the underground garage, and Bu Chonghua went up from the elevator to the top floor. He just pressed his fingerprint to open the door, and suddenly made a halt, remembering that Wang Jiuling had deliberately stood in front of the office door two days ago, with joy:
"I'm going home now, without ringing the doorbell at all. I yelled back from a long distance. Either my wife has already prepared a table of hot meals and vegetables to greet me, or my daughter came out with slippers to open the door for her father... …"
Just blow it up, and Bu Chonghua thought coldly, who didn't know that you made 21 meals at your house on the seventh day of the National Day last year.
Bu Chonghua raised his hand to open the door. Suddenly, there was a cry and the anti-theft door opened by itself. Wu Yu held a spatula and stuck his head out: "What do you want? Don't come in?"
"How are you..."
"Listening to your footsteps at the door for a long time, I thought you were injured and cut your thumb today." Wu Yu turned to the kitchen and said without looking back: "I was scared. Wash your hands and eat."
The living room was shining with warm light, the food was steaming on the bar counter, Wu Yu’s white feet stepped on the plush slippers, and the sound of pattering on the smooth floor tiles, and the fine grunts in the kitchen who did not know what to cook Together, they mixed into a breath of fireworks.
Bu Chonghua lowered his head, the corners of his mouth seemed to be tilted upwards, and then he was controlled by him, and said lightly: "Okay."
The dinner was really braised fish, mushrooms and vegetables, and golden scallion pancakes. According to the theory that the take-out food would taste better in a household bowl, it was served on a white bone china dinner plate by Wu Yu. Bu Chonghua washed the two pairs of chopsticks and two bowls, and saw Wu Yu again brought out a pot of steaming golden soup from the kitchen. He was a little surprised: "What is this?"
"Warm tofu." Wu Yu said casually, "It's mainly because I want to eat it myself, but I also want you to taste it."
...You want me to taste your...tofu?
Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows, scooped a spoon into his mouth.
It's a bit like English corn mush or Italian polenta-this was his first reaction. Then he felt that this thing was definitely not tofu, and the slippery, strange taste spread quickly on the root of the tongue, and then a pungent choke on his throat without warning, and went straight to his nose: "Cough! Cough!-This is tofu. ?"
"No," Wu Yu had a spoon in his mouth, and the black eyebrows on his white side were slightly raised. He looked young and cunning. After observing his reaction as if it were very interesting, he took the spoon out of his mouth and couldn't help but laugh. : "It's chickpeas and pea flour, plus some turmeric. Are you used to it?"
Bu Chonghua coughed and reacted: "Burmese food?"
Wu Yu laughed, spooned a large spoonful into his mouth, and said, "Well, Burmese Shan State food, called hto-hpunwe."
I don't know if it is Dengying or an illusion. There seems to be a complex melancholy between his beautiful eyebrows, but it passed in a blink of an eye.
"In fact, people in Shan State basically use deep-fried tofu, but I don't want you to run the mountain climber for two hours tonight." He smiled and said, "It's okay. Most people are not used to eating it, so I won't make it next time."
Bu Chonghua looked at his expression, his heart seemed to be lightly grabbed, and then suddenly he reached out his hand to scoop a few spoonfuls in a bowl, and ate it under Wu Yu’s unexpected gaze, making the porridge warm. The food slides down the throat into the stomach; after getting used to the mixed taste of turmeric and soy flour, a strange and comfortable feeling fills the taste buds.
"you are not……"
"Actually, it will smell fragrant after getting used to it." Bu Chonghua tasted it for a moment, then raised his eyes and smiled: "Next time you teach me how to do it, put a little turmeric less."
Wu Yu lowered his eyes in his smiling gaze, the bottom of his pupils shone with waves, and the corners of his pale red lips could not help but bend: "Okay."
The two of them did this first. You one spoonful and I finished the warm tofu in the little milk pot before having dinner. Bu Chonghua took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher, Wu Yu snapped I washed the rag and wiped the table. After wiping, the rag was thrown away, and he said loudly, "I'm going to take a shower!"
Bu Chonghua paused for a few seconds before he mumbled.
He listened to Wu Yu walking upstairs briskly, and for a while, there was a splash of water in the guest bedroom, and he thought: What kind of relationship are we now, are we officially dating?
Formal communication.
This thought made him feel a little hot, and then the heat spread throughout his body along the meridians, like countless clusters of small flames burning secretly in the limbs.
Bu Chonghua stood up, fixedly looking at his reflection on the cupboard glass, with high brow bones and straight nose. Because of his thin lips, he often gave people an illusion of indifference and inhumanity. On such an unclear glass reflection, he could see the deep flames burning deep in his pupils. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, exhaled completely, then couldn't help but lift his hand to loosen the button on the shirt collar. The second one was released again, revealing a small piece of strong muscle outline.
There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and it was Wu Yu who quickly took a shower. While rubbing his wet and black hair with a white towel, he pattered into the study: "Your Illustrated Book of Corpse Changes Can you lend me another look?"
From the neck to the butterfly bones, to the narrow and thin waist and the strong and strong long legs, there is no trace of the body line that is not tightened to the extreme, and there is no proportion that is not neat and precise. But as long as you take a closer look, you will find all kinds of scars all over the body, some of them are dark and white against the light, and some of them are always left with a dark red mark or even hyperplasia. Every trace of different shapes is telling. There is a story that no one knows in the years.
Nobody in this world has a body like him, combining the graceful and fierce beauty with the cruel and hideous ugliness so contradictory and so unified.
Bu Chonghua exhaled and said hoarsely: "Let's take a look."
"Thank you."
Wu Yu removed the illustrated book from the top of the bookshelf on tiptoe, and when he moved, one side of his collar slipped down, revealing a small light ink tattoo on his right shoulder. Then he turned around and pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose with his knuckles, and said casually: "Why are you still standing there?"
The fire in Bu Chonghua's heart burned all the way up, and his throat became tight.
"It's nothing." He turned his eyes and said lightly, "Look at it, I'll take a bath."
The sound of water lasted for a long, long time, until the whole bedroom was filled with water vapor, and Bu Chonghua turned off the shower, stretched out his hand to wipe the mirror, and looked at his upper face in the mirror.
The corners of his eyebrows are distinct because of the water, like the arc of a blade, the fire in the depths of the eyes is not extinguished because of the temporary expression of sex, but brighter, like a young impulse, unable to restrain himself The aggressive hairy guy.
Bu Chonghua was not satisfied with his image in his heart. He blew his hair hastily and changed into a dark gray home furnishing T-shirt made of clean cotton. He adjusted his expression in the mirror for a long time, trying to make himself look warmer and handsome. Zhang's face in the frontline criminal investigation town for more than ten years is really not warm. Not only that, he also discovered for the first time that if he stood with the killer disguised as a sports college student, he would be more like a killer...
Bu Chonghua stared coldly at the mirror as if he was facing an inadequate subordinate. In the mirror, he returned with the same harsh and stern gaze. Through a layer of glass, he accused each other of owing him 5 million by nature. After that, Bu Chonghua finally gave in, and realized that just like Wu Yu would never be elegant and cold in a suit and leather in his life, it would be difficult for him to be cheerful and lively and likable in his life, and one cannot be hard with fate.
Bu Chonghua walked out of the bathroom, put on home sweatpants, took out a brand-new unopened mobile phone from the drawer of the bedside table, rubbed it in his palm for a while, it seemed as if some subtle courage was mustered, and he made up his mind to go out.
"Wu Yu!"
He was about to open the door and enter the study, when he suddenly saw a figure lying on the sofa in the living room, his footsteps came to a halt--
He took too long in this bath, and Wu Yu fell asleep.
Maybe because the big snow-white leather sofa is too soft and comfortable, he even snores a little-this is very unusual, usually he never sleeps. The rimless glasses were still put on the bridge of his nose, looking calm and gentle, one hand held the corpse illustration book empty, and the whole book had been opened and fell on his chest.
The house was extremely quiet late at night, and Bu Chonghua looked at him, suddenly an indescribable sense of peace and tranquility filled his heart.
"Why fall asleep here?" he whispered.
Wu Yu unconsciously moved, turning his face to the sofa cushion, the book on his chest slipped off, and Bu Chonghua's eyes quickly caught it, and gently placed it on the coffee table.
Living in my house, eating my fish, and wanting to sleep on my sofa with cold and ruining medical expenses, it’s like touching porcelain...
He leaned over and hugged Wu Yu, wrapped one hand over his thin shoulder blades and one hand with his legs bent, and effortlessly hugged him from the sofa in the living room into the master bedroom, put him on his big bed, bowed his head and kissed him. Cool lips.
"This is called a princess hug. You can only call a sack." Bu Chonghua teased softly. He reached out and picked up his childhood photo from the bedside table on the other side and shook it in front of Wu Yu. I'll know each other from now on."
Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei and his wife in the frame smile, as if very happy.
However, in front of the picture frame, Wu Yu's sleeping side face was paved with light and shade. The rare happiness and glamour in these few days disappeared as the tide receded. There seemed to be many things hidden in the corners of his frowning eyebrows and sinking mouth, like moonlight shining on the rocky beach of thousands of miles, and outsiders stood on the shore, unable to peek through the hidden and distant sea.
With a soft bang, Bu Chonghua turned off the lamp and said almost silently: "Good night."
At the same moment, the suburbs of Jinhai.
The abandoned factory building in the dark was quiet, and suddenly there was a loud bang. The iron door of the rusty warehouse was pushed open, splashing dust mixed with rust and sawdust.
"Fuck!" A man wearing a baseball cap and an anti-haze mask and carrying a shoulder bag strode in, and slammed the backpack on the messy camp bed. He sat down and rubbed his face, revealing a pair of fullness. Bloodshot eyes, then gritted his teeth and took out the phone to make a call.
"Hello, the number you dialed has been deactivated..."
"Fuck!!"
The man slammed the phone more irritably, leaned back on the bed, and stared directly at the high-rotating ventilation fan; after a while he suddenly sat up again, picked up a laptop on the wooden table, and opened it expertly. Connected to the onion router, opened a private chat room, cracked fingers and typed two lines of words on the keyboard: ωωω.999xs.co\m\
[Sister Yin. 】
[The police found Xiaobeizhuang, they may find me soon, what should I do? 】
There was no echo on the empty screen. It took several minutes before the opposite came out from the man’s anxious gaze:
[You shouldn't have killed Chen Yuanliang. 】
A Yin leaned on the back seat of the cross-country car that was constantly bumping, and the street lights on both sides of the national highway retreated quickly, and only one star of her gorgeous lipstick reflected in the darkness. The other side of the phone was quiet for a while, and she knew that the insatiable idiot of Sanqi was typing frantically, and the phone shook again after a few seconds:
[I can't kill him! The man surnamed Chen took the initiative to contact the police from the beginning, he would confess me, he would confess everything, even ‘shark’! 】
[I am desperate in the country, sister Yin, save me, I must leave the country immediately! 】
Wan Changwen would not lose contact if it was so easy to leave the country. A trace of sarcasm appeared in Ah Yin's eyes. Just as he was about to sever the phone, another message flashed out, still three or seven:
[As long as you are willing to help me this time, I can do anything, anything! 】
Anything?
A Yin's hand paused, the ghost flicked the screen, and switched to the picture she was looking at a few minutes ago. That was the last message she sent from her subordinates before dying-a tall and powerful man in the hospital corridor The man turned sideways to the camera and did not realize that he had been secretly photographed. He raised his sword eyebrows and said something to the other side.
Bu Chonghua, the leader of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Nancheng Public Security Bureau of Jinhai City.
The Gaojia fire site in Fengyuan Village, the teammate and partner who escaped with the "painter".
The tip of Ah Yin's tongue touched the inside of his lips and turned a half circle, and he was suddenly excited. He selected the picture and sent it to Sanqi, and quickly typed a line of words with his fingers painted in bright red Kordan: [Kill him. 】
The opposite side showed the input status, and then stopped. There was no answer for a long time.
[Help me kill him, and I will take you back to Shan State immediately after it's done. 】
The moonlight was cut into pieces by the tall ventilation fan leaves, and the rotating light and shadow illuminated the blood-red eyes of Panax notoginseng. After a long while, he typed a word and clicked to send: [OK. 】
Sister Yin laughed, closed the chat page, returned to the phone photo album just now, and stared at another photo on the screen thoughtfully. After a long time, the twisted smile on the corners of her red lips gradually disappeared, which was enough to make any man fascinated. An almost icy look appeared on her sexy face.
——In the photo, she laughed indulgently at a cruise party ten years ago, surrounded by well-dressed handsome men and beauties, smoking, drinking, smoking, and showing each other's sex; the colorful lights above their heads are strange, everyone is completely Immerse yourself in the apocalyptic indulgence.
Only a young man in the upper right corner of the picture remained awake from beginning to end. His skin was not as deep as the locals in Myanmar. Instead, he showed a smooth porcelain white, but his eyebrows had a deep and three-dimensional feeling of Southeast Asian descent, and his temperament was capable and quiet. He was wearing a black suit and white shirt that was very different from the surrounding environment. The collar slightly loosened the two buttons, and he was vaguely isolated from the carnival crowd, but his eyes were firmly fixed on her.
He has always been the best bodyguard, dedicated to his duties and omnipotent.
Until he threw a grenade at the crowd in the tunnel, and then stabbed a sharp knife cleanly into her chest.
"Ten years, you can't wait a long time, right?" A Yin put his red lips close to the phone screen, smiled and muttered: "Don't worry, I will send him down by myself and be with you."
