Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 163 [End]

"--What, Mr. Philip wants to see Wu Yu?"
Bu Zhonghua spread his hands gracefully, and his tone was as restrained, polite and correct as if he had heard some ridiculous joke, although everyone could At that moment, I saw the whites of this gentleman's eyes: "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand. What's so good about meeting, and why is it necessary to meet? If you have to meet every drug dealer you arrest, then won't the painter no longer have to work in the Nancheng detachment?" , major prisons and detention centers across the country conduct a tour every month, specifically responsible for providing hospice care to drug dealers, right?" "
..." Song Ping said: "Young man, please pay attention. I suggest you go up there. Before giving advice on how to deal with the painter, you should bathe, burn incense and pray three times a day. Do whatever the fathers of the Ministry of Public Security tell you to do. Tuck your tail between your legs and be a good person, okay?" Wu
Yu is a subordinate who makes his leaders very satisfied most of the time. , he is dull and docile and doesn't talk much. It doesn't matter what kind of tasks and arrangements he accepts. If you want to meet him, then just meet him.
On the day he was discharged from the hospital, spring had returned in North China, with grass growing and orioles flying, and peach blossoms blooming from tree to tree on both sides of the roadside in the suburbs of Jinhai City. When cars passed by, they rose to the sky. However, the iron gate of the detention center seems to have opened up another world. The tall iron windows cut the gray daylight into several pieces. The dark corridors of the building are winding. Except for the sound of shackles and chains in the distance, there is deathly silence. Even the air has turned into nothing. The stagnant gelatin weighed heavily in everyone's lungs.
"This way," the prison guard who led the way was very polite, "please." "
..."
The prison guard turned around and saw the young man in black standing in the corridor, looking up at the cold iron window. The backlight cast a shadow on his handsome features, which seemed to cover up many unspeakable past events and secrets. Only the tips of his eyes shone slightly in the dimness.
The prison guard couldn't help but be stunned.
"Nothing." Wu Yu looked away, walked into the meeting area, and whispered: "Thank you."
The door clicked open, and Shark suddenly raised his head.
A figure that he was very familiar with walked into the room under the escort of the prison guards. He pulled out a chair and sat on the opposite side, looking at him calmly:
"Mr. Philip, are you okay?"
Wu Yu was obviously seriously injured and had lost a lot of weight. He wore a Wearing a very well-fitting black suit, the jacket is unbuttoned and the white shirt piping is exposed at the cuffs. This simple and harmonious combination of plain colors suits him very well. He looks very energetic, and his hair is a little longer. The ends of his hair are swept at the tips of his ears, highlighting the cold white color of his face that is transparent and alienated.
That was the outfit they wore when they first met.
Shark looked at him steadily, the pupils in his blue eyes were so gray that they were almost white, and he slowly laughed for a while: "When I was waiting for you to come, I was thinking about something." "What is it?" Although
I
knew At this moment, there were many pairs of eyes on the other side of the camera staring at his every move, but the drug lord didn't care, and his smile even deepened: "What were you thinking about when you walked through the prison just now?" "..." "
Look
. Here are the shackles, the iron windows, the cold and moldy bricks, the exposed walls... What are you thinking in your mind? Do you feel that you will never get out in this life?" "What the hell is this grandson talking nonsense
- "After monitoring, a director was about to stand up, but Lin Gang stopped him and told him to sit down with a wink.
"Do you feel that you are about to drown in this deep sea, huh?" Shark moved his upper body forward and stared at Wu Yu almost face to face: "--A Gui?" The crowd behind the surveillance was silent for a moment, and everyone had different expressions
. , there was no sound at all.
"...I had guessed why you wanted to see me before I came here. It turned out that you wanted to see me to regret it." Wu Yu sat there and breathed out after a long while: "You may have a little misunderstanding about me, Mr. Philip."
His voice came from the surveillance camera. It was a little hoarse due to his injury, but it was still very smooth and clear in the quiet prison cell: "From the time I walked away to now, what has trapped me has always been the past, not the current situation, because only from It is very easy for me to escape from the current situation, whether it is working for the special task force or after coming to Jinhai, or even during the time when I worked for you." Shark stared at him closely, "Really, then why did
you Never walked before?"
Wu Yu did not answer immediately, thought for a while and asked: "Do you know what Director Song said to me before I came here today?" "..." "
He
said that I saved thirty Tens of thousands of dollars in cash have been donated to my hometown, and Bu Zhonghua has added some more, so that we can initially build a primary school." Shark narrowed his eyes coldly when he heard the
words Bu Zhonghua, but Wu Yu Didn't pay attention to this.
"The slogan of Mariana Trench is 'Choose freedom, not tyranny'. It is said that the purpose of you creating this website is to explore extreme decentralization and anarchism. You also promised to give me freedom. But you and those People who are doing the same thing as you are selectively ignoring the most critical point: complete and boundless indulgence will only lead to crime in the end. What the general public pursues is actually the string under the kite and the nest where the tired bird returns late. .The same is true for me."
"The thread I once had was burned by Kunsha and Saye's gang, and now I have found a new home. In your eyes it is a bondage, in my eyes it is a bondage It is the foundation of ultimate freedom." Wu Yu smiled, stood up and said, "Mr. Philip, our views on freedom have been opposite from the beginning. You have recruited me for so long, but unfortunately you have never seen this clearly."
The chair scraped against the ground and made a sharp sound. He turned and walked towards the door. At this time, there was a "Clang!" behind him. He didn't know what the shark hit. He suddenly blurted out and roared: "Stupid!" The armed policeman's nerves were highly tense, and almost immediately after the words came out of his mouth
, After playing the ball, Wu Yu waved his hand.
"Even without me, there will still be the Mariana Trench. After version 1.0 falls, there will still be 2.0. Even if one day the Trench completely shuts down, AlphaBay, Dream Market, and Darknet Wall Street will still be in operation! As long as anonymous communication technology remains, The desire will not disappear, and you will be trapped here forever! You will stay in this endless loop until you die!!" The
surveillance camera could not see Wu Yu's face, only he could be seen facing the door, his slim and straight back almost melting away In the ever-lasting shadow of the prison cell, I didn't know how long it took before I finally looked back: "Arthur Hodgson said the same thing before he was executed." "
Desire will not disappear, and the war will not stop. You are right. , I will indeed stay in this cycle until I die, just like the generations of ancestors before me and the batches of new people behind me, one day we will go to the same place and meet again." Wu Yu smiled, despite the smile lines Very lightly: "--I don't know if I will regret it as you wish, Mr. Philip, but you will definitely not see it. If one day in the future you want to invite me to watch your execution, I will agree. Yes, but we shouldn't have to meet again before that."
He nodded under the shark's indescribable gaze, opened the cell door, and walked out calmly. Behind him came the violent banging and the sharp shouting of the armed police. .
...
Wu Yu walked out faster than he came in. When he signed and left the detention center, the sun outside was already noon. Lin Gang was sitting on the steps outside the prison building smoking. When he saw him coming out, he stood up, patted his trouser legs, and handed him a Yun cigarette. Wu Yu lit the fire while motioning back: "--It won't make your interrogation more difficult. Right?"
"No, all the interrogation experts in North China are involved, so your stimulation is almost negligible." Lin Gang exhaled the smoke, raised his eyes and smiled: "I have two good news to tell you."
Wu Yu paused, as if he had a premonition, and sure enough Lin Gang said: "Xie Xing's qualifications as a martyr have been approved, and a monument will be erected in Yundian for burial."
Xie Xing is a confirmed martyr, but the time of his sacrifice and the obituary inscription are closely related to Wu Yu's future destiny. As long as it is confirmed that he died ten years ago, it is equivalent to the recognition of Wu Yu's name and merits from above. This is also the focus of Feng Ting and Lin Gang's active efforts to fight for it during this period.
The lighter reflected two faint lights in Wu Yu's eyes, and he remained silent for a long time: "How did you tell the boss?" "I persuaded
Feng Ting, and Feng Ting came forward as a guarantee to transfer the money from thirteen years ago. You were transferred to the name of a secret external employee of the special situation team, and all the procedures were secretly made up later, which filled a huge hole for Lao Hu in the past ten years. In fact, seriously speaking, I insist on logically proving your ten years. It is not impossible for him to achieve great feats. The key is to see if anyone above him can resist this relationship. The arrest of a major international drug lord is the key weight that ultimately determines the balance." Lin Gang patted Wu Yu on the shoulder, "So In the end, you actually earned it yourself, so there is no need to say thank you."
Wu Yu smiled slightly: "You are overthinking, I didn't want to say it in the first place. So in the future, should I go to Yundian or..." "
Feng The department wants you to go back, but I think it's better to save your time. Don't cause a tragedy like the peacock flying southeast to the clear pond. In the next few days, Yun Dian will complete your new file. When you get to Jinhai, your true name will be known to the world after Jinhai has formally applied for meritorious service." Lin Gang smiled at Wu Yu: "Congratulations in advance on your promotion, Wu..." Wu Yu: "It's okay
. I'm just a little policeman and have nothing to do -"
"...Go home."
The surroundings were suddenly quiet, and the air seemed to be frozen. Wu Yu stared at Lin Gang expressionlessly. After a few seconds, Lin Gang finally burst into earth-shattering laughter.
"If you really dare to write this name on my file, I will definitely ask you to go to Qingchi tonight." Wu Yu said coldly in the midst of wild laughter, "And a turtle matches a bastard. You were just scolding Bu You bastard of the detachment... just wait, I'll call the detachment right away, he won't let you go." "
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Lin Gang covered his mouth with one hand and slapped the wall with the other, he almost dropped his cigarette. , "No, I'm sorry, Bu Detachment, I didn't mean to do it. Look, Officer Wu, he really only smoked this one..." "
?!"
Wu Yu suddenly felt bad and reflexively hid the cigarette butts everywhere, but The last chance to destroy incriminating evidence has passed. A familiar hand stretched out from behind, swiped the cigarette from between his fingers, and threw it into the trash can without mercy. Then Bu Zhonghua's ruthless voice sounded like an artificial intelligence: "I vowed to quit smoking last night. Who is this?"
Wu Yu: "..."
"Those who smoke secretly will be punished with five hundred push-ups or not allowed to eat snacks for a week. There will be no spicy sticks next week."
Lin Gang, the culprit who provided cigarettes, simply said He fell down laughing, held his cigarette case in his hand and ran away, almost hitting the glass of the watch room of the detention center.
"#￥%#￥%..." Wu Yu couldn't laugh or cry: "You're so stingy, Bu Chonghua! You weren't like this when you were chasing me!" "Have you ever seen
a man feeding bait to a fish that took the bait?" Bu Chonghua! Chonghua asked rhetorically.
The victim now only has one feeling, that is, she regrets it and she regrets it so much that she wishes she could go to jail and spend a few days in prison with her cigarette case and lighter. However, Bu Zhonghua, a health-preserving maniac, was extremely tough. He picked up Wu Yu's little neck and shook out all his cigarette boxes, loose cigarettes, matches, lighters...all clinking and throwing them into the trash can. He clapped his hands and wrote lightly : "Okay, let's go home."
Wu Yu covered her eyes and choked speechlessly: "Didn't we agree that you would go to the city bureau for a meeting today and come back in the evening?" "I can't wait, I
rushed to see you." Buzhong The corner of Hua's lips curled up: "I want to tell you the second piece of good news that Lin Gang didn't have time to tell you just now." At
that moment, his expression was hard to describe, his sword eyebrows were slightly raised, the smile in his eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and his thin lips pulled out a Slight yet sharp arc. Wu Yu subconsciously stopped and felt something in his heart. He said with a smile: "Wan Changwen's death penalty has been approved." "Next Monday, the death penalty will be executed immediately."
·
Wan
Changwen The text is shot.
Jinhai rarely uses shooting anymore, and the death penalty is approved very quickly. Wan Changwen was pulled out of the detention center cell early that morning. After the two judges read the verdict in front of him, the armed police went up to tie up his trousers and tie a knot, and then carried him left and right into the car - he could only carry him. Because at that time, this old poisonous insect could no longer walk away at all, and its toes dragged two long traces on the ground. The whole body was twitching all the time as the military vehicle was driving, and its two turbid old eyes were staring straight into the air, even turning around. It won't turn.
The execution ground was in a reed marsh next to a depression on the outskirts of Jinhai City. When he got off the bus, his entire face had turned completely dead gray, the kind of gray that was really indistinguishable from that of a dead person. When the criminal cameraman came up to take pictures, the armed policeman let go and he flopped down on the ground, his limbs twitching violently like a sieve.
"--Boss Wan." At this time, he heard a slow and deep voice coming from above his head, asking: "Do you still remember me?" "..." It took
Wan
Changwen a long time to tremble and raise his eyes, distracted. His sight reflected a man in his fifties with a square face and thick eyebrows, a tall and majestic figure, and he was Song Ping, the director of the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau.
Song Ping looked at him condescendingly. His gaze was very strange. It was not like he was just looking at a pile of rotten and smelly garbage at his feet or an ant that was about to be trampled to death, but there was something deeper and more profound that was difficult for outsiders to see. Hate and hatred.
"I probably don't remember, but it doesn't matter." He squatted down and stared at Wan Changwen, saying word by word: "You only need to remember one thing: the reason why you were shot instead of injected today is because of me. This I got this bullet for you."
Wan Changwen's brain seemed to be filled with cement. It took him a long time to slowly realize what it meant. Hatred suddenly burst out of his dim eyes: "...You! You - -"
"I want you to be shot to death like Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei and his wife. I want you to taste a hundred times or a thousand times their pain before you die. I want to witness you turn into a puddle of rot. Meat." Song Ping's eyes were red, and every word contained a deeply suppressed tremor: "But you will not be remembered forever like their heroic spirits. You will go to the eighteen levels of hell and be spurned until you pay off. The numerous sins and blood debts you have owed in this life."
Wan Changwen's eyes twitched uncontrollably, which was a sign of extreme fear. He saw the security guards surrounding the execution site on the desolate reed marshes, police cars, court cars, and funeral parlor corpse trucks parked on the edge of the open space. Black body bags had been prepared behind the cordon. Plainclothes criminal police officers formed several circles around the open space, each with a calm and indifferent expression, vaguely surrounding a young man in the middle of the front row holding two black-and-white portraits.
That was Bu Chonghua. "That's right." Song Ping just stood up to leave when he suddenly remembered something and turned around with a smile: "Do you still remember your only grandson Tao Ze? Bu Chonghua made the decision and changed his last name." Wan Changwen seemed
to have changed his name.
After being given a shot in the arm, his eyes widened like an electric shock. The next second, he met Song Ping's pitiful and condescending eyes: "My mother's surname is Peng, and my name is
Peng Yize."
Song Ping turned around and walked towards the back of the police car, his head Without looking back, Wan Changwen's angry and desperate howl and the banging of his head on the ground came from behind.
Bu Zhonghua stood at the front of the crowd, and Wu Yu stood silently behind him. In the black and white photo, Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei smiled. They were so young, handsome and happy. The sour and hot liquid in Song Ping's eyes finally came out of his eyes and fell to the ground with every staggering step he took.
He had never seen Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei alive, and he didn't even have time to know each other's names before the final moment came. But he will never forget that bloody night in his life. He and more than a dozen other Ma Chai whose suspicions could not be ruled out were locked up in the ancestral hall of a border village. The door was locked with heavy iron chains, and the torches reflected the pictures around him. Horrified face. Wan Changwen sat on the Grand Master's chair in the middle of the front, picking his nails slowly with a dagger. A row of ferocious and rusty torture instruments hung beside him. The smell of burnt raw meat mixed with blood filled the air, soaking it layer by layer. The floor tiles and wall joints of the ancestral hall were removed.
Every minute and every second he waited for death was horribly long. At first, he wanted to roar, struggle, break open the door at all costs and run out crazily. He wanted to pay all the costs and travel back to the world beyond thousands of mountains and rivers. Hometown, even if he could take another look at his elderly parents; but the cold and terrifying reality was that he could do nothing but kneel straight on the ground with the others, his mind went blank, his heartbeat almost stopped, and he was mechanically waiting for a long, painful death. Finally comes.
Death did not come.
At dawn, the door of the ancestral hall was finally pushed open in a hurry. At that moment, he was like a prisoner on death row who had finally waited for the guillotine. He closed his eyes in despair. He heard the person rushing to Wan Changwen's side and calling his boss. He said with fear: "The person who handled the matter sent the message back. Those two The policeman refused to tell him who the 'painter' was until his death..."
"What?!" "
Really, there was really no other way, so I had to kill him, set a fire, and somehow two little brats got out. ..."
There was a loud clang, and Wan Changwen threw the dagger with his hand. Swearing, throwing the table, and boiling people's voices could be heard everywhere, but his roaring eardrums could no longer hear anything.
The joy of surviving the disaster, the shame that followed, the unbelievable shock, the overwhelming rage... countless intense emotions hit his heart at the same time, causing him to fall backwards and lay in the ancestral hall for an unknown number of years. On the accumulated blood-black mud bricks, absent-minded eyes stared at the dark sky.
At that time, he was still young and was not called Song Ping by his current name. Hu Liangan, the later head of the special situation team, did not become ill due to overwork and was still his single-line superior at that time. Later, he was successfully rescued by the border police. He changed his name and traveled northward for a long time. He was exhausted both physically and mentally. He only had a simple luggage bag in his left hand and held a similarly scarred child in his right hand.
Wan Changwen is still on the run, and drug trafficking at the border continues. From then on, he will never forget that it was the bones of his unknown comrades who paved his way out of hell, and it was the unforgettable blood feud that pressed on his shoulders, urging him to continue moving forward in this world.
...
Bang!
Gunshots rang out from behind, the body fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and forensic doctors, criminal photographers, and notaries swarmed over.
Song Ping stopped in front of the portrait, his throat spasming and trembling. Wu Yu took the photo frame, Bu Zhonghua, whose eyes were red, opened his hands, and the father and son gave each other a tight hug.
The clouds are low and the sky is vast. The wind swept through the waves of the reeds, passed through the desolate and grand world, and roared towards the south.
--Yundian Martyrs Cemetery.
The ceremony finally ended and the crowd gradually dispersed. Lin Gang turned his back to the sun, leaned down and put down a bouquet of white flowers. When he stood up, he exhaled:
"I was looking for you just now. I thought you wouldn't come."
Wu Yu stood quietly in front of the newly completed tombstone next to him, with a shawl draped over his shoulders. A brand new police uniform jacket, with his hands in his trouser pockets. The sunlight cast his diagonally elongated figure parallel to the rows of gray monuments, and for a moment it was impossible to tell them apart.
"I didn't expect that you really agreed to erect Xie Xing's monument here." Lin Gang turned around from Zhang Boming's tombstone, "Originally, Feng Ting asked me to discuss whether you would be like Bu Chonghua. Move the ashes to the north so that it can be convenient for worshiping in the future."
In the black and white photo, Xie Xingfengshen is handsome and has bright eyes, while Wu Yu's brows have already had a slight frost on them. Hearing this, he shook his head: "He has no ashes. The monument It's the same no matter where you stand."
Lin Gang couldn't help but be silent.
"Besides, he grew up in Yundian. Maybe he would like to get together with his companions and comrades. After all, the special situation team has buried many people here." Wu Yu looked around: "Imagine them here We are quite happy to gather people to fight against the landlords above our heads."
Lin Gang laughed dumbly: "Yes, that's why I want to be buried here after I die. What about you?"
Wu Yu was silent at first, and Lin Gang looked at him teasingly for a long time. Then I heard him say calmly: "I told Bu Zhonghua that there is no need to bury it. Find a waterside and scatter the ashes. I will try my best to flow them into the sea. As the water vapor rises to the clouds and rains all over the land of China, they can be buried there." There are so many people running around in this country, maybe they can come to play cards with you."
"..." Lin Gang blinked his eyes and took a breath: "Senior Sunset Tour, I can't tell you are quite fashionable! "
Wu Yu laughed.
Lin Gang shook his head with a smile, turned around and walked towards the exit of the cemetery along the way he came: "In a while, the Ministry of Public Security will organize a network investigation to break down the Mariana Trench website server. At that time, I will take people to Jinhai. Remember to ask for help later." I'm eating! Let's go!"
Wu Yu didn't look back, just waved his hand. The two people's figures drifted away under the bright sunshine. Down the hillside, Lin Gang's driver was already holding his computer and several thick stacks of official documents. Waiting by the car door.
The wind blows through the grass in early spring, making a rustling sound, like countless chuckles meandering away. Wu Yu stood there, the smile gradually disappearing from the corner of his lips. He stared blankly at the smiling face on the stone tablet that once looked very similar to his own. He knelt down for a long time, pressed his forehead against the photo, and let out a deep and trembling breath. angry.
At this time, a hand patted his shoulder, and then someone leaned down and placed a large bouquet of lush light purple flowers in front of the tombstone. The fresh fragrance of mint hit his face.
"Do you believe in the world after death?" Wu Yu asked with his eyes closed.
Bu Zhonghua's voice came from behind: "I believe it. What about you?" "
..." Wu Yu breathed out softly, and the aftertaste was a bit bitter after the years faded: "Only those who have been separated from each other in life and death will believe that there is someone else after death. One world."
Spring returns to the earth, and the sky is vast. Wu Yu opened her eyes and stood up, standing side by side with Bu Zhonghua. The sunlight filtered through the shadows of the colorful trees and reflected at their feet. The heroic figure Xie Xing on the stone tablet, the tall and straight Zhang Boming in uniform, and the rows of clear or yellowed photos. and names, solidifying countless war-torn years and immortal legends, looking at them silently.
"When I was a child, I once dreamed that when I grew up, I would go to many places and take my camera with me to measure the vast mountains and rivers with my feet. Unexpectedly, I later became a policeman who used my feet to measure countless crime scenes." Bu Zhonghua smiled and said, "If One day when I die, I'll mix our ashes and let them scatter them in the water together. When everything sprouts after the spring rain, and new life flourishes all over the mountains and plains, the heroic souls who were born to die will gather in the sky and reunite with us. We meet."
"How old will we be by then?" Wu Yu couldn't help but laugh.
Bu Zhonghua pondered for a moment, "He must be at least eighty." "
Your cousin said he will live to ninety-seven."
"Then we will try our best to live to ninety-nine, and we cannot lose to others. "
But I don't even know what year my birthday is..."
"I will celebrate your birthday well when I go home tonight, ah."
...
Two figures depending on each other walked along the long stone path to the outside of the Martyrs Cemetery The endless stone steps stretch as far as the eye can see, and countless little flowers bloom in the sunshine. The distant wind comes from the light blue mountains, passes through the vigorous pines and cypresses and towering tombstones, passes through their scarred and clasped hands, and meanders away to the vast and peaceful world below the mountains.
The wind and snow have cleared, and the journey is long.
The dark blue police uniform jackets fluttered in the wind, and the two figures walked side by side, heading towards the splendid country and hometown under the scorching sun.