Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 70

Red and blue sirens flashed, speeding along the evening rush hour streets in downtown Jinhai.

Bu Zhonghua held the steering wheel with one hand and pressed down Song Ping's eighteenth call with the other. His gloomy brow was reflected in the rearview mirror. After a while, the off-road vehicle turned into a twisty alley and stopped at the foot of an old-fashioned residential building. Bu Zhonghua turned off the engine and pulled out the key. He took out the lock picking device from the glove box, got out of the car in a hurry, and rushed straight up. In the dark and damp corridor, I didn't even need to knock on the door. I just pried open the old wooden door with three clicks: "Wu Yu!"

The house was empty, there was no one in the kitchen, toilet, or bedroom, and the four dilapidated walls faced him silently.

Wu Yu did not come back.

Bu Zhonghua lifted up his trousers, half-knelt on the ground and looked under the bed. Sure enough, the thing he was looking for was no longer in its original location. There were no wardrobes, kitchens, cupboards, under the dining table or behind the refrigerator. Bu Zhonghua's face was as heavy as water. He walked back and forth twice in this cramped and low one-bedroom apartment. His eyes suddenly fell on the bathroom water pipes, and he saw the rusty ones. The water pipes, walls, and shower curtains formed an extremely hidden triangular space. He stepped forward and pulled the shower curtain.

--There were several brown paper bags stuffed in the narrow corner that even a cat couldn't get into.

It's cash.

Bu Zhonghua took a few steps back and pressed his back against the wall. The hot breath finally came out of his throat, and he felt that his shirt had been soaked in cold sweat.

The phone rang again, this time it was Liao Gang: "Hey boss, the airport, high-speed rail, and long-distance bus station have all sent back the news, and there is no entry and exit record of Xiao Wu's ID card. I also asked the property management to check your house. Someone opened the door. Bureau Xu also asked me why you didn't answer the phone and what happened. They said Xiao Wu was resigning?!..."

"I know." Bu Zhonghua interrupted Liao Gang, and when he spoke, he realized that his voice was completely hoarse: "There is no need to look for him, he is still in Jinhai."

As long as the money is there, Wu Yu will not leave.

He can break up with Bu Zhonghua without hesitation, but he will definitely come back to get the money.

--Where will Wu Yu go now?

Bu Zhonghua slowly sat on the ground leaning against the wall, and suddenly realized that he didn't actually understand Wu Yu. He didn't know which takeaway restaurant Wu Yu liked to order, where he went to hang out, whether he would go to the nearby library or basketball court; he didn't know what Wu Yu's parents did, and whether he had ever had a lover or friend. What kind of things are you saving this money for through frugality, or what kind of dreams are you fulfilling?

He calls Wu Yu every day, but he doesn't even know that person's real name.

In the huge Jinhai, where else could he go?

"...I don't know, and I don't really want to know. You don't need to tell me about your parents..."

"You and I are not from the same world. I'm sorry to disappoint you... Sometimes I'm also very disappointed in myself."

Bu Zhonghua looked at the gray dust in the air and saw the staggering figure under the hazy sky. His back almost hit the tombstone. Then he simply leaned against the tombstone and laughed. He covered his face deeply with one hand, even his waist. Bent down.