Beep!
A white Toyota parked at the entrance of the kindergarten in the morning rush hour. The man in the driver's seat honked his horn twice in the noise, and without looking back, he told his wife in the back seat: "Hurry up, Peng Wan! It's not easy to park here." !"
The woman hung a small schoolbag on one shoulder and held the toddler in the other hand. She hurriedly walked a few steps forward and then turned back: "Old Tao! Are you not here to give it away?"
"What to send, where to find a parking space. Hurry up!"
Peng Wan reluctantly picked up the little boy, walked a few steps into the kindergarten gate, squatted down to tidy up his son's small bib and small smock, and then loosened the shoelaces and tightened them again, putting water bottles, crayons, Sliced fruits, pacifiers, replacement blouses, and other fragmentary school bags were handed to the kindergarten teacher. After hurriedly instructed, he squatted down again and hugged his son and kissed him. He lowered his head and said: "How did you teach you yesterday? Don't cry, don't make trouble, mother I'll pick you up in the afternoon, remember?"
The little boy nodded ignorantly, prolonging the milky voice of milk: "Okay—"
Dingdang came with a few WeChat messages, his husband waiting outside: "Hurry up, the traffic police is coming!"
Peng Wan hurriedly got up, walked two steps and looked back, only to see the child standing beside the teacher waving his hand obediently, and then reluctantly exited the kindergarten gate, squeezed into the crowd and walked towards the car across the road.
At this moment, her footsteps suddenly stopped, and she looked behind her as if feeling something was wrong, her eyes confused and confused.
——The gate of the kindergarten in the morning is the busiest. There are three generations of grandfathers and grandchildren going to the battle to send children on the way to work, even ringing the bell for class and grandparents looking up outside. Private cars, electric cars, and the elderly "three jumpers" shuttled back and forth among the crowds, a busy scene, as if nothing unusual.
But she just felt like she was being stared at by someone.
It has been several times during this period, is it an illusion?
Beep beep! The husband on the other side of the road was urging again, and put his head out of the car window: "Hurry up, hurry up! Oops, I said you, what are you doing in the middle of the road!"
"..." Peng Wan frowned, finally turned her head back and took two steps: "Come!"
Looking back from the side-view mirror of a black SQ5 on a street corner, she can see the woman clearly. She is in her early thirties. She is dressed as an ordinary white-collar worker. She has a short shirt and skirt with a pair of flat leather shoes; she clenched her bag and got into the passenger seat , Before the door was closed, the car was started, and slowly drove away from the kindergarten gate in the morning peak.
The black car's rear lights came on, and it slid out of the street corner silently and disappeared into the busy traffic.
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A few days later, Saturday.
Sunlight penetrated into the bedroom through the gap in the curtains, forming a strip of light that traversed the messy bed, and then just listened to the bedside mobile phone buzzing and shaking, flashing new unread messages.
Bu Chonghua suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, as if he had been waiting for a long time, and took a look at the phone.
The contours of his eyebrows were slowly tightened, only to see the faint fluorescence reflected on the cold pupils. After a while, he closed his eyes, deleted the text message, put down the phone, got up and pushed open the bathroom door.
With a splash of water vapor, Wu Yu was standing under the shower and rushing his hair. His smooth back and long legs were unobstructed. Because of the movement of raising his hands, the ink-colored bird tattoo on his right shoulder blade also opened its wings, as if to fly. same.
Bu Chonghua opened the glass door, pressed his left shoulder, bowed his head and kissed the tattoo design. At that moment, Wu Yu turned around as if being electrocuted, swept back his wet black hair with one hand, exposing his soaked forehead, and at the same time stepped back to the corner: "No, no, no, no..."
Bu Chonghua laughed and asked, "Does your waist still hurt?"
Wu Yu said angrily: "Try it yourself! You have gone to the emergency department for another person!"
"I won't try," Bu Chonghua said calmly, "I didn't ask for it."
Bu Chonghua has been like unlocking some seal since that night. Wu Yu used to think his clear-hearted, indifferent and stern look was very interesting, but now he thinks it is all false propaganda, no after-sales, and also I didn't have any reason, I could only dared to look at him in anger without daring to speak, and waved his hand while splashing: "Go out, go out, let me rush for a while."
Bu Chonghua couldn't help but smiled, turned around to brush his teeth, wash and change clothes, then opened the bathroom door and said, "The meal is on the table, you can eat by yourself, I'll go out!"
"What are you doing?"
"The Procuratorate!"
Wu Yu turned off the shower, and while wiping his hair with a towel, he waved at him to show that he knew.
His profile is behind the glass door, as handsome and upright as a newborn poplar. Bu Chonghua didn't immediately withdraw, so he held the doorknob with one hand, and stood there quietly looking at him, the dim light flashing in his eyes was beyond words.
After a few seconds, he withdrew and closed the door gently. The crack in the door blocked his gaze, which he was betting on Wu Yu's body.
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Tianlu Community may be one of the best locations in Jinhai District. It is only half a station away from the central business district and Yun Road, but it is quiet in the middle of the street and has a beautiful environment. The road at the entrance is planted with lush golden laurel trees on both sides . Early on Saturday morning, the beauty salons, convenience supermarkets, and coffee bookstores on this road opened one after another. Bu Chonghua opened the coffee shop where there were not many customers, and saw a gray-haired old man in the corner raising his head. Obviously, it has been waiting for a long time.
Bu Chonghua casually ordered a drink, and quickly stepped forward and shook hands with the old man: "Professor Zhang."
——The person here is Zhang Zhixing.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I took a while after I received the text message." Bu Chonghua pulled a chair and sat down and asked, "Do you want something to eat?"
"No, I have something in my heart, and I can't eat it." Zhang Zhixing smiled bitterly: "It's normal for you young people to be busy on weekends, and you don't have to wait long-once I make up my mind, I can't wait for a moment, alas!"
Bu Chonghua nodded and asked, "You asked me out suddenly, did you decide to agree to my request?"
He was very polite when he used the word request. In fact, it was exchange, and Zhang Zhixing knew it well. The old man sat there pondering for a moment, and couldn't help but confirm again: "I have retired for so many years, can you really let me participate in the dark web case?"
"Yes." Bu Chonghua stared at the turbid eyes on the opposite side, "We have a tracking plan for sharks, but it is not yet perfect. To a large extent, we need to use the power of network detection. If you agree to my request , I can immediately suggest to the Song Bureau that you participate as a re-hired expert, but it’s not in the Nancheng area, it should be the network investigation department directly under the Municipal Bureau."
Zhang Zhixing nodded and said nothing. After a while, he leaned over and picked up the black handbag placed at his feet, and patted it on the table in front of him:
"——It's really not easy to get the materials you want!"
Bu Chonghua's eyes fell on the bulging bag, and his heart beat hard, but there was no clue on the surface.
"After Jie Xing dropped out of school that year, all his student registration materials were erased. The school only claimed that something happened to him at home. In fact, his counselors and department heads knew something about it, but a few years passed. No one mentioned it anymore, as if this student had never existed. Until a year ago, someone suddenly came up to clean up again, and even the old paper piles in the archives room were turned out and taken away. I heard from an old colleague. I also talked to his counselor back then, and repeatedly demanded that all the past of the deceased be kept confidential."
"The dead?"
Zhang Zhixing said: "Yes, the system claimed that it was not rescued in Yundian a year ago, so the investigation team also wanted to use this as the motive for my son's suicide... What kind of psychological survivors have committed suicide tendencies. "The old man smiled bitterly: "I didn't believe it at the time. What kind of person Zhang Boming is, I know best in my heart, why does he feel guilty? Why should he feel guilt if he didn't do anything wrong? Those psychological provisions are used to perfuse a father!"
Bu Chonghua opened his mouth, but said nothing, and drank his tea in silence.
"So I have always vaguely suspected that Jiexing was actually alive, but there was no evidence. It wasn't until the shark that the artist was wanted on the dark web not long ago, and I almost believed that he should indeed be alive." Zhang Zhixing shook his head: "----So I don't even believe that Zhang Boming committed suicide."
Bu Chonghua's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly raised his eyes: "Then you suspect that Zhang Boming's death is related to Xie Xing?"
"..." The old professor avoided his gaze, turned his head and looked out the coffee shop window: "The painter is a hero, I didn't say that."
The air calmed down for a while, and he paused for a while and he said faintly: "I just think that if I can participate in the investigation of the dark web case and follow the footsteps of my son back then, maybe one day I can find a clue, maybe Maybe even the real cause of my son's death can be found."
Outside the window is the crowded street on Saturday morning. In the distance, the gongs and drums of Heyun Road Crossing Mall, as well as the busy voices of people, are faintly heard through floor-to-ceiling glass.
Bu Chonghua looked at the deep wrinkle shadow on Zhang Zhixing's face, and after a long time he finally raised his chin to the black handbag and said, "But I only mentioned this material to you a week ago, Professor."
Zhang Zhixing was slightly stunned.
"You just said that after Jie Xing announced his sacrifice, someone from above cleaned up his files. How did your retired mentor prepare so many things in just one week?"
"……I……"
"You have suspected that Jie Xing killed Zhang Boming since then, didn't you?" Although it is a question sentence, Bu Chonghua's tone is flat and determined: "From Zhang Boming jumping off the building to announcing the painter's death, there should be a time gap. Yes, although it may only be a few days, it is enough for you to start taking action and do your best to collect and conceal all kinds of material information, right?"
Zhang Zhixing looked at Bu Chonghua suddenly, his wrinkled eyes flashed with unconcealable astonishment, and he squeezed out for a while: "...how do you know there is a time difference between these two things?"
Bu Chonghua didn't answer immediately.
"Do you really know my son? Or did you participate in the investigation a year ago?!" Zhang Zhixing leaned forward abruptly, "No, that's right, you can't go to Yundian to meet the surnamed Feng in Jinhai criminal investigation. Those people are even less likely to know the details of these investigations... Then do you really know our family Zhang Boming? When did you know him? Thirteen years ago? Or earlier? How much do you know about him?!"
——Bu Chonghua knows this detail purely because Song Ping mentioned that Wu Yu’s second-level heroes did not come down. That is to say, Yundian Fengting originally did not intend to let the painter "sacrifice", he should have been like the first Like the painter Ren, he has a good ending that is respected, affirmed, and soaring.
It was just that Zhang Boming's death became the fuse. It gave birth to all the doubts about Wu Yu, and it became the key factor for the feats of the second-class heroes to vanish. In the end, they could only "sacrifice".
Bu Chonghua couldn't let Zhang Zhixing know about Wu Yu's existence. He pressed his palm down slightly, which was a soothing gesture: "Professor Zhang, calm down, I'm purely guessing about this detail..."
"Impossible, you know both my son and Jie Xing. You mentioned it to me last time in the hospital!" Zhang Zhixing seemed to have a glimmer of hope in a predicament: "——Do you also doubt my son's death? Jiexing is related? Otherwise, why would you just ask me about the student registration materials of Jiexing?"
Bu Chonghua frowned and said: "I..."
"How much do you know about them? Why are you so interested in the past of Jiexing?!"
I did not expect Zhang Zhixing in the hospital last time when he was so emotional, he could hear Bu Chonghua's sentence "I also know Jie Qianshan" in the chaos, and he still remembered it firmly until now!
Bu Chonghua glanced at the black handbag that was firmly pressed by Zhang Zhixing, and took a deep breath.
He could not tell Zhang Zhixing that if Agui did exist, then Zhang Boming did have a suicide motive. Ten years ago, he gave up on rescuing the artist in advance during the arrest of Arthur Hodgson. Ten years later, he cross-examined his voice. He could not face the possibility of being exposed, accused, or torn apart by the artist, so that the entire system The fate of the scandal was simply dead under the requirements of extremely high moral standards. Such extreme thoughts are not impossible.
But at the same time, what he couldn't tell Zhang Zhixing was that if Agui did exist, then Zhang Boming might have been murdered! Because all the people who mentioned the existence of Agui have been solved by Wu Yu so far, Zhang Boming may be just the first victim!
——So, how much information can he reveal to Zhang Zhixing now?
Guessing deeper, how much information does Zhang Zhixing hide from the outside world?
Bu Chonghua's brain turned rapidly, but on the surface it was only a momentary event, so he let out the breath slowly.
"I don't know a lot," he said plainly, "I only know that after Jiexing talked with Zhang Boming that afternoon, he was very...excited."
In fact, if you are more clear-headed, you will find that Bu Chonghua's remarks are actually narrative, and they are an immediate reaction in a pressing situation. The essence is just a suggestive language.
But Zhang Zhixing's expression changed instantly. He stared at Bu Chonghua: "Excited?"
"..."
Zhang Zhixing slowly shook his head, and it took a long time before he couldn't believe that he said, "Impossible, impossible!"
——Bu Chonghua narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart sank down, was he seen through?
"Never, absolutely impossible," he immediately saw Zhang Zhixing sitting there, gasping and muttering: "The investigation team said that Zhang Boming was in a stable mood that day, and I also inquired about it in private later. My son did not show much abnormality..."
"Have you asked someone about it?" Bu Chonghua suddenly caught something: "Did someone go to Zhang Boming after the walk that afternoon?"
Zhang Zhixing's eyes trembled slightly, and he wanted to speak for a few more times before finally hoarsely saying: "Yes, there is a person...His name is Lin Kang."
——Lin Kang!
"This man is a friend of my son for many years, and he belongs to the first batch of Internet police trained in China. He joined the special situation group about ten years ago. He is responsible for network security and has a deep research on the dark web."
Bu Chonghua's sword eyebrows were imperceptibly frowning. His brain seemed to be divided into two parts. One part controlled him to receive every word spoken by Zhang Zhixing and quickly parse the information in it, while the other part was running fast in the depths of his mind——
Lin Kang joined the special situation ten years ago, and this time was exactly when Wu Yu assisted the police in catching Arthur Hodgson and escaping from the Red Mountain torture room.
So what role did he play in Zhang Boming's suicide?
What kind of psychological motivation did he pay attention to and doubt about Wu Yu and the metaphor of slaying the dragon in the abyss? !
"At the Yundian Provincial Hospital that afternoon, almost half an hour after Jie Xing left, Lin Gang brought some documents and materials to my son to sign, and left after about 40 minutes. Later he revealed to me that Zhang Boming was emotionally sad at the time. , But the thinking is still calm and clear, and the handling of various to-do items is also orderly, which does not seem to be suicidal at all. After Lin Kang left, I went to the hospital to visit him with dinner, and Zhang Boming's performance in front of me was relatively It's normal, just a little bit sad."
"Why is he depressed?" Bu Chonghua asked immediately.
Zhang Zhixing shook his head: "He has always been like that during that time, because he was escaped by sharks during the encirclement and suppression operation. He felt that he was responsible for improper command, but I felt that this was just a psychological gap caused by his high demands on himself."
The self-demand is extremely high, the treatment of others is very demanding, and it is highly idealized-it is indeed in line with Wu Yu and Jiang Ting's description of Zhang Boming, and Wu Yu's explanation of Zhang Boming's suicide.
"He didn't mention Jie Xing to me and came to him, but in hindsight, he did say something strange."
Bu Chonghua frowned: "What are you talking about?"
"..."
Zhang Zhixing thought for a long time, as if he was undecided whether he wanted to mention the criminal investigation detachment leader who had only seen a few faces before him. After half a cigarette, the old professor sighed and said: "Well, anyway, I was I also told the investigation team, but none of them took this sentence seriously..."
"He said that he was sorry for Jiexing and felt very ashamed."
Is he ashamed of Jiexing?
Doesn't this indicate that Zhang Boming might have committed suicide?
"When I say that, you must think that my son might have committed suicide, right?" Zhang Zhixing seemed to see through Bu Chonghua's thoughts, and gave a wry smile: "But you believe me, I know my son, he is an upright, A kind and principled person; he feels guilty because he dragged his former classmates into the water, causing the disbandment to almost be seriously injured and sacrificed in the battle to encircle and suppress the sharks, not because he has done any other things that are sorry for his comrades, let alone Because of this, I ran to commit suicide!"
——Bu Chonghua finally confirmed his guess all along.
Zhang Zhixing didn’t know what happened to the Red Mountain Xingfang ten years ago, let alone that Zhang Boming was suspected of giving up his undercover life in order to catch a drug lord. Obviously neither the investigation team nor Lin Kang told this father. truth.
That's why he was stubborn. He couldn't figure out why his son died. All his unwillingness and unhappiness are the most natural reaction of being a father!
"..." Bu Chonghua looked at the haggard old professor in front of him. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He felt sore and blocked in his throat. It took a long time before he coughed hard and said calmly: "... …Have you ever thought that maybe Zhang Boming is ashamed of other things?"
Zhang Zhixing suspiciously said: "What do you mean?"
"Zhang Boming is the only online one that can communicate with the painter in one direction, which means that all his instructions go directly to the painter, and the painter is completely closed to everyone in the special situation group and never communicates. In this case, If Zhang Boming ever made any decision that was not conducive to the safety of undercover agents in order to complete the task as soon as possible..."
"Impossible!" Zhang Zhixing interrupted him sharply.
Bu Chonghua took a breath: "I'm not..."
"I know what you mean, it is impossible for you to say this kind of situation! Although Zhang Boming is the only person who can direct the painter, all his orders must be approved by the leader of the special situation group and then relayed by the network security expert. Finally, I can get to the hands of the painter, how can I make a joke about the safety of the undercover agent?!"
Bu Chonghua was stunned.
"Besides, do you know what the first iron rule of the special situation group is? You are not allowed to sacrifice undercover for any task!" Zhang Zhixing seemed to hear some absurd joke: "What do you think the special situation group is? Are 30-year-old young people coming in? How important is the life of a cross-border undercover agent? Can you give up if you can say it? A precious first-line undercover death is enough to cause all relevant leaders to be held accountable and dismissed. Where does Zhang Boming have such great power To threaten the painter's safety?!"
Bu Chonghua slowly leaned back in his chair, unable to speak a word.
Although he prefers Wu Yu emotionally, the reason of criminal investigators for more than ten years tells him that what Zhang Zhixing said is more in line with the actual situation.
In order to catch the international drug lords, they ignored the distress signals sent by undercover agents. Although this kind of thing is a common plot in dog-blood dramas, the inspection team of the Ministry of Public Security that screenwriters can think of can also think of it. In reality, there are all kinds of things. Rules and regulations, various monitoring methods to prevent it from happening. Otherwise, once this matter is pierced and spread, it will not only chill other undercover personnel, but may even cause unpredictable hurricane-like consequences.
So why is the story in Wu Yu's mouth a different version?
What happened ten years ago? Has the painter really exposed it, or guessed in a deeper way—whether the so-called distress signal did not exist at all from the beginning, and Zhang Boming did not need to commit suicide with guilt?
Who on earth lied?
"I shouldn't have told you this," Zhang Zhixing exhaled heavily and rubbed his eyes vigorously: "I just feel that since you know Jiexing, you also know my son... Since the Yundian investigation team was disbanded , I have never met someone like you who knew what happened back then, you are the only one."
Bu Chonghua took a sip from the cold teacup.
"That's it for today." Zhang Zhixing couldn't say any more, stood up with red eyes, and finally threw the black handbag he had always pressed under his hands: "This is what you want. Some of them are from the school. Therefore, some of the piles of paper are relics left by my son before Xie Xing left, and left after my son passed away."
Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand to catch it, his knuckles changed color slightly because of the force.
"Regardless of whether you believe me or not, I hope you will fulfill your promise as soon as possible so that I can personally participate in the encirclement and suppression plan against the dark web." Zhang Zhixing said sternly: "I am already very old, the leader of Bu Detachment, I hope not Leave any regrets for yourself in this life."
After a long time, Bu Chonghua nodded, and with a deep grumble, Zhang Zhixing turned and left.
The coffee shop is very quiet. There are almost no people at this time. There are couples feeding each other cakes in the distance. Apart from that, only the clerk hiding in the door of the back kitchen talks and laughs softly. Bu Chonghua's temples twitched and twitched, and after a long time he exhaled a turbid breath and looked at the bag in his hand.
——It contains the life of Jie Xing.
Solution.
Bu Chonghua never felt that his hands were so heavy, not when he first took a gun, not when he first appeared on the scene to move a corpse, nor when he killed a robber who resisted arrest for the first time. For a moment he even felt that he might not be able to open such a heavy package, but as the slight friction sounded, he saw that his hand was still pulling the small metal zipper slightly.
Then, a piece of A4 folded in half floated out——
As if implied by some hint, Bu Chonghua's heart jumped wildly, leaning over and picking up the piece of paper.
This is a color scan. The original should be a scrapbook that was popular more than ten years ago. Stamps, photos, and newspaper news were cut and pasted in a notebook. Judging from the color, the original should be a little old, with two lines of sharp, clear and clear characters written on the head——
Picking up two months and five days, mother
Solution
Bu Chonghua's eyes stopped on the color photo.
It was a very good-looking young woman, wearing a pink silk shirt, white pleated skirt and high-heeled shoes, carrying a fashionable small handbag, squatting in front of the small forest. She smiled and held a little boy about five or six years old in her hand. His facial features were very similar to her own. Bu Chonghua recognized who the little boy was at a glance.
The face changes between a child and an adult can be very dramatic, but whether it is the child’s eyes staring at the camera from the bottom up, the slightly retracted jaw line, or the tightness that can’t be described in an ignorant manner, they are all the same as those of adulthood. No different. What's more obvious is that because the child didn't laugh, it showed the characteristic that the corners of the mouth on both sides were naturally downward. This characteristic remained unchanged until more than two decades later.
Bu Chonghua stared at the photo motionlessly, with a thud in his heart, as if a boulder in the sky fell to the ground, so relaxed that he almost collapsed. The fastest update of 999 novel Mobile terminal: https:/m.999xs.com/
It was Wu Yu, he thought over and over again in his heart, it was indeed Wu Yu.
Beep!
A white Toyota parked at the entrance of the kindergarten in the morning rush hour. The man in the driver's seat honked his horn twice in the noise, and without looking back, he told his wife in the back seat: "Hurry up, Peng Wan! It's not easy to park here." !"
The woman hung a small schoolbag on one shoulder and held the toddler in the other hand. She hurriedly walked a few steps forward and then turned back: "Old Tao! Are you not here to give it away?"
"What to send, where to find a parking space. Hurry up!"
Peng Wan reluctantly picked up the little boy, walked a few steps into the kindergarten gate, squatted down to tidy up his son's small bib and small smock, and then loosened the shoelaces and tightened them again, putting water bottles, crayons, Sliced fruits, pacifiers, replacement blouses, and other fragmentary school bags were handed to the kindergarten teacher. After hurriedly instructed, he squatted down again and hugged his son and kissed him. He lowered his head and said: "How did you teach you yesterday? Don't cry, don't make trouble, mother I'll pick you up in the afternoon, remember?"
The little boy nodded ignorantly, prolonging the milky voice of milk: "Okay—"
Dingdang came with a few WeChat messages, his husband waiting outside: "Hurry up, the traffic police is coming!"
Peng Wan hurriedly got up, walked two steps and looked back, only to see the child standing beside the teacher waving his hand obediently, and then reluctantly exited the kindergarten gate, squeezed into the crowd and walked towards the car across the road.
At this moment, her footsteps suddenly stopped, and she looked behind her as if feeling something was wrong, her eyes confused and confused.
——The gate of the kindergarten in the morning is the busiest. There are three generations of grandfathers and grandchildren going to the battle to send children on the way to work, even ringing the bell for class and grandparents looking up outside. Private cars, electric cars, and the elderly "three jumpers" shuttled back and forth among the crowds, a busy scene, as if nothing unusual.
But she just felt like she was being stared at by someone.
It has been several times during this period, is it an illusion?
Beep beep! The husband on the other side of the road was urging again, and put his head out of the car window: "Hurry up, hurry up! Oops, I said you, what are you doing in the middle of the road!"
"..." Peng Wan frowned, finally turned her head back and took two steps: "Come!"
Looking back from the side-view mirror of a black SQ5 on a street corner, she can see the woman clearly. She is in her early thirties. She is dressed as an ordinary white-collar worker. She has a short shirt and skirt with a pair of flat leather shoes; she clenched her bag and got into the passenger seat , Before the door was closed, the car was started, and slowly drove away from the kindergarten gate in the morning peak.
The black car's rear lights came on, and it slid out of the street corner silently and disappeared into the busy traffic.
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A few days later, Saturday.
Sunlight penetrated into the bedroom through the gap in the curtains, forming a strip of light that traversed the messy bed, and then just listened to the bedside mobile phone buzzing and shaking, flashing new unread messages.
Bu Chonghua suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, as if he had been waiting for a long time, and took a look at the phone.
The contours of his eyebrows were slowly tightened, only to see the faint fluorescence reflected on the cold pupils. After a while, he closed his eyes, deleted the text message, put down the phone, got up and pushed open the bathroom door.
With a splash of water vapor, Wu Yu was standing under the shower and rushing his hair. His smooth back and long legs were unobstructed. Because of the movement of raising his hands, the ink-colored bird tattoo on his right shoulder blade also opened its wings, as if to fly. same.
Bu Chonghua opened the glass door, pressed his left shoulder, bowed his head and kissed the tattoo design. At that moment, Wu Yu turned around as if being electrocuted, swept back his wet black hair with one hand, exposing his soaked forehead, and at the same time stepped back to the corner: "No, no, no, no..."
Bu Chonghua laughed and asked, "Does your waist still hurt?"
Wu Yu said angrily: "Try it yourself! You have gone to the emergency department for another person!"
"I won't try," Bu Chonghua said calmly, "I didn't ask for it."
Bu Chonghua has been like unlocking some seal since that night. Wu Yu used to think his clear-hearted, indifferent and stern look was very interesting, but now he thinks it is all false propaganda, no after-sales, and also I didn't have any reason, I could only dared to look at him in anger without daring to speak, and waved his hand while splashing: "Go out, go out, let me rush for a while."
Bu Chonghua couldn't help but smiled, turned around to brush his teeth, wash and change clothes, then opened the bathroom door and said, "The meal is on the table, you can eat by yourself, I'll go out!"
"What are you doing?"
"The Procuratorate!"
Wu Yu turned off the shower, and while wiping his hair with a towel, he waved at him to show that he knew.
His profile is behind the glass door, as handsome and upright as a newborn poplar. Bu Chonghua didn't immediately withdraw, so he held the doorknob with one hand, and stood there quietly looking at him, the dim light flashing in his eyes was beyond words.
After a few seconds, he withdrew and closed the door gently. The crack in the door blocked his gaze, which he was betting on Wu Yu's body.
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Tianlu Community may be one of the best locations in Jinhai District. It is only half a station away from the central business district and Yun Road, but it is quiet in the middle of the street and has a beautiful environment. The road at the entrance is planted with lush golden laurel trees on both sides . Early on Saturday morning, the beauty salons, convenience supermarkets, and coffee bookstores on this road opened one after another. Bu Chonghua opened the coffee shop where there were not many customers, and saw a gray-haired old man in the corner raising his head. Obviously, it has been waiting for a long time.
Bu Chonghua casually ordered a drink, and quickly stepped forward and shook hands with the old man: "Professor Zhang."
——The person here is Zhang Zhixing.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I took a while after I received the text message." Bu Chonghua pulled a chair and sat down and asked, "Do you want something to eat?"
"No, I have something in my heart, and I can't eat it." Zhang Zhixing smiled bitterly: "It's normal for you young people to be busy on weekends, and you don't have to wait long-once I make up my mind, I can't wait for a moment, alas!"
Bu Chonghua nodded and asked, "You asked me out suddenly, did you decide to agree to my request?"
He was very polite when he used the word request. In fact, it was exchange, and Zhang Zhixing knew it well. The old man sat there pondering for a moment, and couldn't help but confirm again: "I have retired for so many years, can you really let me participate in the dark web case?"
"Yes." Bu Chonghua stared at the turbid eyes on the opposite side, "We have a tracking plan for sharks, but it is not yet perfect. To a large extent, we need to use the power of network detection. If you agree to my request , I can immediately suggest to the Song Bureau that you participate as a re-hired expert, but it’s not in the Nancheng area, it should be the network investigation department directly under the Municipal Bureau."
Zhang Zhixing nodded and said nothing. After a while, he leaned over and picked up the black handbag placed at his feet, and patted it on the table in front of him:
"——It's really not easy to get the materials you want!"
Bu Chonghua's eyes fell on the bulging bag, and his heart beat hard, but there was no clue on the surface.
"After Jie Xing dropped out of school that year, all his student registration materials were erased. The school only claimed that something happened to him at home. In fact, his counselors and department heads knew something about it, but a few years passed. No one mentioned it anymore, as if this student had never existed. Until a year ago, someone suddenly came up to clean up again, and even the old paper piles in the archives room were turned out and taken away. I heard from an old colleague. I also talked to his counselor back then, and repeatedly demanded that all the past of the deceased be kept confidential."
"The dead?"
Zhang Zhixing said: "Yes, the system claimed that it was not rescued in Yundian a year ago, so the investigation team also wanted to use this as the motive for my son's suicide... What kind of psychological survivors have committed suicide tendencies. "The old man smiled bitterly: "I didn't believe it at the time. What kind of person Zhang Boming is, I know best in my heart, why does he feel guilty? Why should he feel guilt if he didn't do anything wrong? Those psychological provisions are used to perfuse a father!"
Bu Chonghua opened his mouth, but said nothing, and drank his tea in silence.
"So I have always vaguely suspected that Jiexing was actually alive, but there was no evidence. It wasn't until the shark that the artist was wanted on the dark web not long ago, and I almost believed that he should indeed be alive." Zhang Zhixing shook his head: "----So I don't even believe that Zhang Boming committed suicide."
Bu Chonghua's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly raised his eyes: "Then you suspect that Zhang Boming's death is related to Xie Xing?"
"..." The old professor avoided his gaze, turned his head and looked out the coffee shop window: "The painter is a hero, I didn't say that."
The air calmed down for a while, and he paused for a while and he said faintly: "I just think that if I can participate in the investigation of the dark web case and follow the footsteps of my son back then, maybe one day I can find a clue, maybe Maybe even the real cause of my son's death can be found."
Outside the window is the crowded street on Saturday morning. In the distance, the gongs and drums of Heyun Road Crossing Mall, as well as the busy voices of people, are faintly heard through floor-to-ceiling glass.
Bu Chonghua looked at the deep wrinkle shadow on Zhang Zhixing's face, and after a long time he finally raised his chin to the black handbag and said, "But I only mentioned this material to you a week ago, Professor."
Zhang Zhixing was slightly stunned.
"You just said that after Jie Xing announced his sacrifice, someone from above cleaned up his files. How did your retired mentor prepare so many things in just one week?"
"……I……"
"You have suspected that Jie Xing killed Zhang Boming since then, didn't you?" Although it is a question sentence, Bu Chonghua's tone is flat and determined: "From Zhang Boming jumping off the building to announcing the painter's death, there should be a time gap. Yes, although it may only be a few days, it is enough for you to start taking action and do your best to collect and conceal all kinds of material information, right?"
Zhang Zhixing looked at Bu Chonghua suddenly, his wrinkled eyes flashed with unconcealable astonishment, and he squeezed out for a while: "...how do you know there is a time difference between these two things?"
Bu Chonghua didn't answer immediately.
"Do you really know my son? Or did you participate in the investigation a year ago?!" Zhang Zhixing leaned forward abruptly, "No, that's right, you can't go to Yundian to meet the surnamed Feng in Jinhai criminal investigation. Those people are even less likely to know the details of these investigations... Then do you really know our family Zhang Boming? When did you know him? Thirteen years ago? Or earlier? How much do you know about him?!"
——Bu Chonghua knows this detail purely because Song Ping mentioned that Wu Yu’s second-level heroes did not come down. That is to say, Yundian Fengting originally did not intend to let the painter "sacrifice", he should have been like the first Like the painter Ren, he has a good ending that is respected, affirmed, and soaring.
It was just that Zhang Boming's death became the fuse. It gave birth to all the doubts about Wu Yu, and it became the key factor for the feats of the second-class heroes to vanish. In the end, they could only "sacrifice".
Bu Chonghua couldn't let Zhang Zhixing know about Wu Yu's existence. He pressed his palm down slightly, which was a soothing gesture: "Professor Zhang, calm down, I'm purely guessing about this detail..."
"Impossible, you know both my son and Jie Xing. You mentioned it to me last time in the hospital!" Zhang Zhixing seemed to have a glimmer of hope in a predicament: "——Do you also doubt my son's death? Jiexing is related? Otherwise, why would you just ask me about the student registration materials of Jiexing?"
Bu Chonghua frowned and said: "I..."
"How much do you know about them? Why are you so interested in the past of Jiexing?!"
I did not expect Zhang Zhixing in the hospital last time when he was so emotional, he could hear Bu Chonghua's sentence "I also know Jie Qianshan" in the chaos, and he still remembered it firmly until now!
Bu Chonghua glanced at the black handbag that was firmly pressed by Zhang Zhixing, and took a deep breath.
He could not tell Zhang Zhixing that if Agui did exist, then Zhang Boming did have a suicide motive. Ten years ago, he gave up on rescuing the artist in advance during the arrest of Arthur Hodgson. Ten years later, he cross-examined his voice. He could not face the possibility of being exposed, accused, or torn apart by the artist, so that the entire system The fate of the scandal was simply dead under the requirements of extremely high moral standards. Such extreme thoughts are not impossible.
But at the same time, what he couldn't tell Zhang Zhixing was that if Agui did exist, then Zhang Boming might have been murdered! Because all the people who mentioned the existence of Agui have been solved by Wu Yu so far, Zhang Boming may be just the first victim!
——So, how much information can he reveal to Zhang Zhixing now?
Guessing deeper, how much information does Zhang Zhixing hide from the outside world?
Bu Chonghua's brain turned rapidly, but on the surface it was only a momentary event, so he let out the breath slowly.
"I don't know a lot," he said plainly, "I only know that after Jiexing talked with Zhang Boming that afternoon, he was very...excited."
In fact, if you are more clear-headed, you will find that Bu Chonghua's remarks are actually narrative, and they are an immediate reaction in a pressing situation. The essence is just a suggestive language.
But Zhang Zhixing's expression changed instantly. He stared at Bu Chonghua: "Excited?"
"..."
Zhang Zhixing slowly shook his head, and it took a long time before he couldn't believe that he said, "Impossible, impossible!"
——Bu Chonghua narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart sank down, was he seen through?
"Never, absolutely impossible," he immediately saw Zhang Zhixing sitting there, gasping and muttering: "The investigation team said that Zhang Boming was in a stable mood that day, and I also inquired about it in private later. My son did not show much abnormality..."
"Have you asked someone about it?" Bu Chonghua suddenly caught something: "Did someone go to Zhang Boming after the walk that afternoon?"
Zhang Zhixing's eyes trembled slightly, and he wanted to speak for a few more times before finally hoarsely saying: "Yes, there is a person...His name is Lin Kang."
——Lin Kang!
"This man is a friend of my son for many years, and he belongs to the first batch of Internet police trained in China. He joined the special situation group about ten years ago. He is responsible for network security and has a deep research on the dark web."
Bu Chonghua's sword eyebrows were imperceptibly frowning. His brain seemed to be divided into two parts. One part controlled him to receive every word spoken by Zhang Zhixing and quickly parse the information in it, while the other part was running fast in the depths of his mind——
Lin Kang joined the special situation ten years ago, and this time was exactly when Wu Yu assisted the police in catching Arthur Hodgson and escaping from the Red Mountain torture room.
So what role did he play in Zhang Boming's suicide?
What kind of psychological motivation did he pay attention to and doubt about Wu Yu and the metaphor of slaying the dragon in the abyss? !
"At the Yundian Provincial Hospital that afternoon, almost half an hour after Jie Xing left, Lin Gang brought some documents and materials to my son to sign, and left after about 40 minutes. Later he revealed to me that Zhang Boming was emotionally sad at the time. , But the thinking is still calm and clear, and the handling of various to-do items is also orderly, which does not seem to be suicidal at all. After Lin Kang left, I went to the hospital to visit him with dinner, and Zhang Boming's performance in front of me was relatively It's normal, just a little bit sad."
"Why is he depressed?" Bu Chonghua asked immediately.
Zhang Zhixing shook his head: "He has always been like that during that time, because he was escaped by sharks during the encirclement and suppression operation. He felt that he was responsible for improper command, but I felt that this was just a psychological gap caused by his high demands on himself."
The self-demand is extremely high, the treatment of others is very demanding, and it is highly idealized-it is indeed in line with Wu Yu and Jiang Ting's description of Zhang Boming, and Wu Yu's explanation of Zhang Boming's suicide.
"He didn't mention Jie Xing to me and came to him, but in hindsight, he did say something strange."
Bu Chonghua frowned: "What are you talking about?"
"..."
Zhang Zhixing thought for a long time, as if he was undecided whether he wanted to mention the criminal investigation detachment leader who had only seen a few faces before him. After half a cigarette, the old professor sighed and said: "Well, anyway, I was I also told the investigation team, but none of them took this sentence seriously..."
"He said that he was sorry for Jiexing and felt very ashamed."
Is he ashamed of Jiexing?
Doesn't this indicate that Zhang Boming might have committed suicide?
"When I say that, you must think that my son might have committed suicide, right?" Zhang Zhixing seemed to see through Bu Chonghua's thoughts, and gave a wry smile: "But you believe me, I know my son, he is an upright, A kind and principled person; he feels guilty because he dragged his former classmates into the water, causing the disbandment to almost be seriously injured and sacrificed in the battle to encircle and suppress the sharks, not because he has done any other things that are sorry for his comrades, let alone Because of this, I ran to commit suicide!"
——Bu Chonghua finally confirmed his guess all along.
Zhang Zhixing didn’t know what happened to the Red Mountain Xingfang ten years ago, let alone that Zhang Boming was suspected of giving up his undercover life in order to catch a drug lord. Obviously neither the investigation team nor Lin Kang told this father. truth.
That's why he was stubborn. He couldn't figure out why his son died. All his unwillingness and unhappiness are the most natural reaction of being a father!
"..." Bu Chonghua looked at the haggard old professor in front of him. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He felt sore and blocked in his throat. It took a long time before he coughed hard and said calmly: "... …Have you ever thought that maybe Zhang Boming is ashamed of other things?"
Zhang Zhixing suspiciously said: "What do you mean?"
"Zhang Boming is the only online one that can communicate with the painter in one direction, which means that all his instructions go directly to the painter, and the painter is completely closed to everyone in the special situation group and never communicates. In this case, If Zhang Boming ever made any decision that was not conducive to the safety of undercover agents in order to complete the task as soon as possible..."
"Impossible!" Zhang Zhixing interrupted him sharply.
Bu Chonghua took a breath: "I'm not..."
"I know what you mean, it is impossible for you to say this kind of situation! Although Zhang Boming is the only person who can direct the painter, all his orders must be approved by the leader of the special situation group and then relayed by the network security expert. Finally, I can get to the hands of the painter, how can I make a joke about the safety of the undercover agent?!"
Bu Chonghua was stunned.
"Besides, do you know what the first iron rule of the special situation group is? You are not allowed to sacrifice undercover for any task!" Zhang Zhixing seemed to hear some absurd joke: "What do you think the special situation group is? Are 30-year-old young people coming in? How important is the life of a cross-border undercover agent? Can you give up if you can say it? A precious first-line undercover death is enough to cause all relevant leaders to be held accountable and dismissed. Where does Zhang Boming have such great power To threaten the painter's safety?!"
Bu Chonghua slowly leaned back in his chair, unable to speak a word.
Although he prefers Wu Yu emotionally, the reason of criminal investigators for more than ten years tells him that what Zhang Zhixing said is more in line with the actual situation.
In order to catch the international drug lords, they ignored the distress signals sent by undercover agents. Although this kind of thing is a common plot in dog-blood dramas, the inspection team of the Ministry of Public Security that screenwriters can think of can also think of it. In reality, there are all kinds of things. Rules and regulations, various monitoring methods to prevent it from happening. Otherwise, once this matter is pierced and spread, it will not only chill other undercover personnel, but may even cause unpredictable hurricane-like consequences.
So why is the story in Wu Yu's mouth a different version?
What happened ten years ago? Has the painter really exposed it, or guessed in a deeper way—whether the so-called distress signal did not exist at all from the beginning, and Zhang Boming did not need to commit suicide with guilt?
Who on earth lied?
"I shouldn't have told you this," Zhang Zhixing exhaled heavily and rubbed his eyes vigorously: "I just feel that since you know Jiexing, you also know my son... Since the Yundian investigation team was disbanded , I have never met someone like you who knew what happened back then, you are the only one."
Bu Chonghua took a sip from the cold teacup.
"That's it for today." Zhang Zhixing couldn't say any more, stood up with red eyes, and finally threw the black handbag he had always pressed under his hands: "This is what you want. Some of them are from the school. Therefore, some of the piles of paper are relics left by my son before Xie Xing left, and left after my son passed away."
Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand to catch it, his knuckles changed color slightly because of the force.
"Regardless of whether you believe me or not, I hope you will fulfill your promise as soon as possible so that I can personally participate in the encirclement and suppression plan against the dark web." Zhang Zhixing said sternly: "I am already very old, the leader of Bu Detachment, I hope not Leave any regrets for yourself in this life."
After a long time, Bu Chonghua nodded, and with a deep grumble, Zhang Zhixing turned and left.
The coffee shop is very quiet. There are almost no people at this time. There are couples feeding each other cakes in the distance. Apart from that, only the clerk hiding in the door of the back kitchen talks and laughs softly. Bu Chonghua's temples twitched and twitched, and after a long time he exhaled a turbid breath and looked at the bag in his hand.
——It contains the life of Jie Xing.
Solution.
Bu Chonghua never felt that his hands were so heavy, not when he first took a gun, not when he first appeared on the scene to move a corpse, nor when he killed a robber who resisted arrest for the first time. For a moment he even felt that he might not be able to open such a heavy package, but as the slight friction sounded, he saw that his hand was still pulling the small metal zipper slightly.
Then, a piece of A4 folded in half floated out——
As if implied by some hint, Bu Chonghua's heart jumped wildly, leaning over and picking up the piece of paper.
This is a color scan. The original should be a scrapbook that was popular more than ten years ago. Stamps, photos, and newspaper news were cut and pasted in a notebook. Judging from the color, the original should be a little old, with two lines of sharp, clear and clear characters written on the head——
Picking up two months and five days, mother
Solution
Bu Chonghua's eyes stopped on the color photo.
It was a very good-looking young woman, wearing a pink silk shirt, white pleated skirt and high-heeled shoes, carrying a fashionable small handbag, squatting in front of the small forest. She smiled and held a little boy about five or six years old in her hand. His facial features were very similar to her own. Bu Chonghua recognized who the little boy was at a glance.
The face changes between a child and an adult can be very dramatic, but whether it is the child’s eyes staring at the camera from the bottom up, the slightly retracted jaw line, or the tightness that can’t be described in an ignorant manner, they are all the same as those of adulthood. No different. What's more obvious is that because the child didn't laugh, it showed the characteristic that the corners of the mouth on both sides were naturally downward. This characteristic remained unchanged until more than two decades later.
Bu Chonghua stared at the photo motionlessly, with a thud in his heart, as if a boulder in the sky fell to the ground, so relaxed that he almost collapsed. The fastest update of 999 novel Mobile terminal: https:/m.999xs.com/
It was Wu Yu, he thought over and over again in his heart, it was indeed Wu Yu.
