Pure Darkness

Chapter 122

Indeed, while the citizens are out of date, they are not stupid. They had noticed that something big had happened recently in that small town. Acting on the orders of the Buddha Hand, the members of the organization had already started packing up to evacuate the city.

Oi! I am an article!

Bo Jinyan was right, when the Buddhist Hand took control of this small town, they had isolated it, further hindering the contact of the locals with the outside world. If the Buddha's Hand continued to occupy the city, the population would always be left behind, poor, and closed off from the world.

The Buddha's hand must be uprooted, and eradicated.

Oi! I am an article!

At this moment, someone was walking from a street corner to the small building where Buddha’s Hand lived. White clothes, a familiar skinny figure, held a large medicine bag.

“That's doctor,” Zhao Kun said. “She said she'd be back tonight. He would definitely take care of Boss and Qin Sheng.”'s injuries

Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao fell silent for a moment before Bo Jinyan said, “Pass him!”

With the passage of time, Jian Yao's heart calmed down. The shock he experienced when he first noticed that ‘J’ had been replaced by a level-headed analysis.

Oi! I am an article!

Luo Lang was a butterfly killer; there was no need to doubt this. ‘J’ at the scene of Feng Yuexi's murder has been abandoned by him.

Moreover, with his temperament, he would never get along with masked assassins.

Therefore, there is only one answer—

The handwriting can be imitated, let alone the words written with blood on the wall, as they cannot distinguish between right and wrong today. It must be the work of the second masked assassin, to distract them and mess with their state of mind.

So, as Bo Jinyan said: this is a puzzle that looks very complicated, but is actually simple.

However, when the three of them walked into the inn, Jian Yao could not help but feel the chill that permeated her heart, as she knew that they were getting closer to the masked killer. Maybe they are just a step away from the final conclusion.

When they knocked and opened the door of Song Kun's study, the first thing that greeted them was the faint smell of medicine, mixed with the aroma of tea. Outside the window was pitch black, but the room was bright. Song Kun half-lying on the taishi chair *. His clothes were loosened until his shoulders were open. Wen Rong, in the not-so-clean white doctor's suit, stood beside him, his head bowed as he carefully treated his injuries. Qin Sheng was sitting on one side, waiting for his turn.

*T/N You can read more about taishi chair here.

Gongfu tea* is being brewed on the table. Song Kun disliked the freshly drawn well water; every day, after the water was delivered, the first thing he would do was brew tea. Right now, Qin Sheng was drinking a cup of tea while replenishing the empty cup in front of Song Kun. He looked up to look at them and asked in surprise, “What are you doing here? Has something happened?”

*(gong fu cha) – types of highly concentrated tea drunk in Chaozhou, Fujian and Taiwan. Gong fu, sometimes translated as kung fu (think ‘Kung Fu Panda’), refers to martial arts. Find out more about gong fu cha here.

Song Kun and Wen Rong looked at them. Song Kun's expression was reserved, while Wen Rong smiled, and nodded kindly towards them.

Bo Jinyan, Jian Yao and Zhao Kun sat quietly. Zhao Kun took a cup of tea and sipped it. Bo Jinyan put her hands on her knees and said, with a smile, “We have collected some pointers from the CPI and are here to report to the Boss.”

Bo Jinyan said, unhurriedly, “The door lock was not tampered with, and there were no signs of forced entry through the window. The killer was someone Zhao Jian knew, that is, it was someone in our organization. .”

One by one and using simpler terms, he reported the discoveries the three of them made earlier at the CTF. Meanwhile, Jian Yao raised her eyes and shamelessly observed Wen Rong. He had spent one night in the mountains, and his white coat was dirty, with some clay stains, even on his lower back. Inside, he was wearing a wool vest and trousers. What could be seen from the feet of his pants was very clean, but there was a hint of mud on his pants near his sports shoes. His coat sleeves were stained with water, and there were even traces of grayish-green. Jian Yao's brain hummed; he could vaguely sense that there was something very important about this, but he could not understand what it was. He raised the teacup in front of him and was just about to drink it when Wen Rong, opposite him, looked at him with a sudden smile. The smile seemed very calm and gentle, yet, for some reason, it caused his heart to numb. . .

“Istri . .” Bo Jinyan suddenly withdrew her hand and said, “What else have you just found? Tell the boss, hurry! ”

Jian Yao did not expect that he would ask her this all of a sudden. He quickly returned to himself, put down the cup and looked into space for a while. As he looked at the men looking at him, his tooth wheel in his brain started to spin even faster. Then, he said slowly, “Bos, I don't think whether the killer is a cop or not. What mattered was that Gu An's death was very important to him. Personally, their relationship is very close. Gu An, in his uninhibited and immoral way, could become like a younger brother to him. Therefore, he reacted to the news of Gu An's death by killing someone in such a crazy manner. A police officer would not do this. If he knew that we were really working and planned together to deceive Gu An and collude in his death, he would probably be even more furious.”

He looked at Wen Rong intently as he said all this.

Wen Rong's gaze was as calm as water.

“Hmm.” Song Kun nodded and said, “That makes sense.” He looked at Bo Jinyan and said, “Not bad. You all keep investigating. When you already know who it is, I want to skin Gu An's accomplice alive then throw him into the river to look for fish. ”

Zhao Kun lifted his teacup and was about to drink it when Bo Jinyan called, “Zhao Kun.” Zhao Kun was surprised and lowered his cup. Bo Jinyan smiled faintly and said, “It was all thanks to Zhao Kun that we made that discovery today.” Zhao Kun looked at Song Kun, who nodded. Zhao Kun smiled briefly before saying, “Sama-sama.” He glanced at his teacup, then subconsciously turned to Song Kun again.

Jian Yao looked up. The kettle whistled, which meant Song Kun was already in his second teapot, at least. Bo Jinyan sat quietly.

Song Kun was not a simple person. In the blink of an eye, he could see what someone was thinking from their body language.

His line of sight gradually shifted until it stopped at the teapot. Soleness.

Qin Sheng, who was sitting next to him, also put down his cup.

Everyone is silent. The tension in the atmosphere was like a bowstring, stretched out fiercely. Even the sound of their breathing was clear. However, just then, someone suddenly burst into laughter.

It was Wen Rong!

In an instant, four people had pulled out their weapons. Their movements were quick and light, like the flapping of a bird's wing.

Zhao Kun and Jian Yao pointed their weapons at Wen Rong, while Qin Sheng stood beside Wen Rong with his gun pointed directly at Wen Rong's forehead.

The gun in Wen Rong's hand was aimed at Song Kun's temple.

“Sst. .” Wen Rong said softly, “Listen to me. Everything just started.”

Song Kun, who had spent half his life reprimanding people, was very good at it. In such a tense situation, he was not the slightest bit distracted. After a moment of silence, he still lifted the teacup in front of him and took another sip before smilingly asking Wen Rong, “What did you put in the tea? Did you kill Zhao Jian?”

Although he was smiling and his deliberate tone of voice showed no signs of anger, his aura was impressive.

However, Wen Rong was not afraid at all. He laughed saying, “Don't worry, boss, it's not a deadly poison, it's just to allow me to do what I want. Killed him. As for why I did all this, why not ask. . .three police officers opposite you?”