Swallowing the Seas

Extra 3

"I was so scared at the time." An hour later, on the sofa in the suite of the Jinhai Hotel, Ms. Zeng Cuicui grabbed Jiang Ting's hand and asked tremblingly: "You said what if Officer Wu burst into flames in anger? , blood flowed into a river within five steps, and he twisted off Bu Zhonghua's head in front of me and threw it down the 20th floor - does that count as a high-altitude object? If I resist, can it be considered legitimate self-defense? "

Yan Xi: "..."

Jiang Ting: "..."

Yan Xuan turned his head and lowered his voice and asked, "I have every reason to suspect that the boy named Lin is not well-intentioned. Do you think he has instilled some cult thoughts into my mother along the way?"

Jiang Ting whispered: "I don't know, but Lin Gang has always been a bit angry. I warned you before."

"?" Ms. Zeng Cuicui poked her head out in confusion: "What does Chuali Chuaqi mean?"

Yan Xi said: "Oh, it's okay. Professor Jiang is just a derogatory adjective for people. Usually, those who have been issued a red notice by Interpol or who have committed more than 30 serial murders can get these four-word honors."

Ms. Zeng Cuicui looked like she had learned something new.

"In short, no matter what Lin Gang told you, it was all false. Don't worry." Yan Xi said seriously: "Although I am also curious about why Officer Xiao Wu didn't put the lighter away when the lighter was confiscated for the first time. Bu Zhonghua's head was twisted off, his hands were chopped off, and his ashes were flushed into the sewer. But based on such a long period of observation... Wu Yu is actually a very gentle, reasonable and non-grudgeful person, as long as he is given enough cigarettes. He refuses violence under normal circumstances."

Zeng Cui was worried: "Really? Are you sure giving cigarettes will work?"

Yan Xi solemnly said: "It works!"

"Are you sure he won't take revenge by tying up your cousin and beating him two hundred times with a saltwater whip?"

Yan Xuan felt a little guilty and glanced at Jiang Ting. Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Sure!" Yan Xi said firmly immediately, "They really love each other, please help them!"

Ms. Zeng Cuicui finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge stone had been lifted from her heart, and she held a small handkerchief and rubbed the corners of her eyes.

"Well, now that you say so, I feel relieved." She said softly, "Then let's release Officer Xiao Wu quickly."

Yan Xi: "Okay, let's go right away...wait what did you say?!"

Five minutes later, in the hotel's underground parking garage, Yan Xi opened the back door of the G65 that Zeng Cui had just driven in, and called out--

In the large and spacious trunk, Wu Yu sat as calmly as an old monk, wearing only a pair of loose pajamas. His upper body was wrapped in the down quilt from Buzhonghua's bed, with a cigarette in his mouth.

His elbows rested on his bent knees, and his hands were handcuffed in front of him along with the half-dismantled bedside iron rails. The silver chains of the handcuffs reflected a faint light.

Yan Xi: ".................."

Jiang Ting: ".................."

"Your mother locked Bu Zhonghua on the balcony, then removed half of the bed headboard with her bare hands, and told me not to talk and follow her." Wu Yu sighed longly, and said vicissitudes in the smoke ring: "I was extremely scared at that time. "