Chapter 45

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The evening breeze was slightly cool, but the chirping of cicadas was already faintly heard in the trees beside the parking lot. Wu Yu stood at the steps in front of the building, took out a lighter and put it to his mouth. He lit it and said with a smile: "What treasure are you going to show me... Hey!"

Suddenly there was nothing between his teeth, and he saw Bu Zhonghua smoked out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can. Then he took out two boxes of cigarettes from the inner pocket of his coat and threw them into his arms.

"This is..." Wu Yu took a look and was stunned for a moment: "Fuchun Mountain Residence?"

Bu Zhonghua said: "Smoke it, it's better than yours."

"No, this is too expensive," Wu Yu flatly refused, "Take it back quickly."

"It costs nothing to smoke it."

"No, I can't have this. It's not a matter of money..."

Bu Zhonghua insisted on giving it, but Wu Yu gritted his teeth and did not dare to accept it. The two went back and forth several times, and Bu Zhonghua finally became impatient: "I got it from the Song Bureau. I didn't pay for it. You can just take it!" "

"..." Wu Yu was stunned for a long time, and finally nodded and said: "I heard that everyone who smokes this cigarette ends up going in. Song Bureau can..."

"Song Bureau can't get in because he doesn't smoke." Bu Zhonghua didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "They only gave him one, which contained only five packs. He thought it was a fifty-yuan pack of Liqun, so he stuffed it in when he came to my house. It was given to the gatekeeper of the community downstairs, but I snatched it away easily - it would be embarrassing for me, a dignified branch leader, to compete with the gatekeeper for a cigarette, so just shut up and smoke yours."

Wu Yu burst into laughter, finally lit a cigarette with a fire in one hand, exhaled and said with a smile: "Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me? There are three more packages to send to the Municipal Bureau of Forensic Medicine. You are just a drop-in."

"Thank you by the way."

Bu Zhonghua looked away, with no expression on his face, and asked after a while: "Are you used to smoking?"

Wu Yu said: "If you don't get used to smoking anymore, you can go smoke opium."

Wu Yu is not the biggest smoker in the detachment, at least not as big as Liao Gang who smokes two packs a day. But his cigarettes are cheap, have a high tar content, and are gone after three or four puffs, with almost no smoke rings coming out. He is a long-time smoker with very bad habits. Bu Zhonghua nodded at him and said, "You should smoke less. It's really bad for your health."

"It's hard to quit smoking once you're used to it." Wu Yu asked, "Do you really never smoke at all?"

"Don't smoke."

"Influenced by Song Bureau?"

Those engaged in criminal investigation who don't smoke are like those who write code who don't work overtime, and high school seniors who don't stay up late. Although it's not non-existent, the number is so small that it can be ignored. The only explanation is that Bu Zhonghua was brought up by the Song Bureau since he was a child. In most families, his father smokes. If a person does not drink alcohol, the possibility of his son becoming a smoker or alcoholic is very small.

"Not really." Bu Zhonghua paused and said, "I just try not to touch anything that can be addictive."

Wu Yu asked smoothly: "Why?"

The bright light in the foyer of the building extended a fan-shaped light strip along the steps, and the two sides of the fan-shaped light were shrouded in the night, forming a sharp contrast. Bu Zhonghua stood in a place where light and dark intertwined, looking motionless at a certain piece of floating dust in the air. The bottom of his pupils slightly reflected the light. After a while, he whispered: "Because addiction will lead to weakness, make people addicted, and shake the original certainty." Determination to complete a certain mission. There are only so many things that a person can focus on in his life, and many times he cannot have both. I don't want to regret it when I finally have to make a choice."

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