Pure Darkness
Chapter 125
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This chapter is full of tension that bites the nails. Bo Jinyan dug deep into Wen Rong's soul and gave us a detailed explanation of what made ‘mask’ killer move, but how would that help her, and Jian Yao? Wen Rong had the upper hand; everyone was at His mercy, including the Buddha Hand. Will Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao find a way out of their predicament? Or, will Ding Mo give us another touch? Read on to find out. . .
*Warning: this chapter contains paragraphs with graphic descriptions of violence. I will limit the relevant paragraphs to the before and after asterisks, and provide a brief summary.
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“Why did you hide yourself in the Buddha's Hands?” Bo Jinyan asked.
Wen Rong subconsciously replied, “To hide. Also, this fellow had indeed collected many weapons and medicines. These few days, they've all been packed. Naturally, I knew where they had all been kept. Enough to fill up a few boats. Once I'm done here, I'll take the two of you to the ship. With this, we. .”
“After today, you will be completely out of control and without a doubt,” interrupted Bo Jinyan smoothly.
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Wen Rong smiled. “You really understand us well.”
Jian Yao was surprised. To seize all this, which is so fundamental to the activities of the Hand of Buddha, as well as – this serial killer is even more cunning than a wolf.
In an instant, Wen Rong had taken off Song Kun and Qin Sheng's clothes to reveal their chests, where he started giggling.
“Simon King,” said, “take this as my gift for you.” With that, he cut deeply with the scalpel.
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Qin Sheng was initially unconscious, but due to the acute pain in his chest, a blood-curdling screech suddenly burst from him, and his dull eyes opened wide, like the eyes of a dead fish! Fresh blood flowed out while Wen Rong lowered his head in full concentration and continued to cut. Qin Sheng's body wriggled violently, his screams unceasingly.. . then Wen Rong stopped to rest and brought his eyes, filled with excitement, to hold Song Kun back, More, he took out a clean scalpel, Song Kun immediately woke up with a sharp cry. . .
*********** (last graphic paragraph) Summary – Wen Rong used a sharp scalpel on Qin Shen and Song Kun.
Bo Jinyan's eyes were very black, as black as the deepest and quietest night. Jian Yao could no longer bear to look and throw her face away. Who could have imagined that the number one gangster boss that had shaken the entire southwest would fall into the hands of a top-ranked serial killer and so quickly be tortured inhumanely?
“I keep thinking, what do you want?” Bo Jinyan said unexpectedly.
Once again, Wen Rong's hand stopped moving. Qin Sheng and Song Kun, both more than halfway to death, had stopped making a fuss as Wen Rong clogged them with towels.
“Masked killer case in America. .” Bo Jinyan said unhurriedly, her deep and low voice so convincing that it left any listener speechless. “As if one of you wants revenge for your fiancee, so sad and desperate that you want to face the whole world, and incite a vast public debate. In the end, you brought Han Yumeng overboard and carried away the currents for several years. Have him. After that, he and Fu Ziyu fled desperately, not wanting to part with each other. In the end, they were brutally murdered by all of you.”
Wen Rong did not say anything.
“What you all want is love,” said Bo Jinyan. “Sentimental love that yearns for another at separation, wonderful, alluring, and destructive love*. One show after another; sometimes you are the main character, sometimes you are the director. A love that rebelled against the whole world, that made you feel both tragic and majestic; when a loved one died in your arms, your tears overflowed. This is what interests you, what gives you pleasure. Over and over, you live your life in the world of your imagination; over and over again, you experience false but intense emotions. But, what I want to know is, what caused the three of you to have such demands? Is it because you can never experience emotions? And thus you choose the most intense and ferocious human emotions – love? Or because you have craved it, but instead suffer the most bitter wounds of rejection? What causes you to lose hope in love? And how did the three of you become such a tight-knit and connected group? Do you have a blood relationship? Best friend? Or is one of you the core of this core, which attracts the other, and is dominant in the group? Who let you also be intoxicated by this life of lies and truth, the madness of the devil? ”
*T/N (qing cheng zhi lian) – depicts the love of a woman who is so alluring that many people are attracted to her, and who can cause the destruction of the city. I think the western equivalent is Helen of Troy.
Wen Rong continued to look at him.
Jian Yao had managed to free one hand from that bond, but she lost all sensation within it at this moment. He also continued to stare at Bo Jinyan, watching her carefully enter this world, exploring, step by step, this ruthless serial killer, yet without letting the other party respond with a word.
Although Bo Jinyan was currently bound, her eyes were sharp, faintly shining, and in an unfathomable. It was hard to decide if he looked like an angel or a demon. With a low laugh, he continued, “Also, the third person in your group, what kind of secret is he hiding? What caused him to be so shy, and also so crazy? Why was he so opposed to the entire world, why was he never able to find his true self? Mask Killer Number 2, tell me, why is Number 3 like this? What has shackled his soul for so long?”
Wen Rong was speechless.
Both of Jian Yao's hands finally broke free from their restraints and were hidden behind his back. However, at this moment, he suddenly froze.
He knew that Bo Jinyan's speech was to prolong time or engage in a psychological battle with Wen Rong. There was no mistake in what he said, and most of them had done the analysis together. However, he could not determine exactly what had shaken him – whether it was something he said, or a change in expression as he said it. He felt that there was a big and terrifying secret hiding somewhere. There had been indications ever since he and Bo Jinyan got off that oil tank and arrived in this small town, but he could not understand what it was.
It is too late to think carefully. He calmed down and heard Wen Rong sigh. He said, “Simon King, now I know why those people have always been afraid of you, yet could not help but provoke you. Because you really understand us, just as we understand ourselves. No wonder they all call you ‘King’, because you are practically our god. ”
Bo Jinyan said, indifferently, “I don't want to be your god.”
Wen Rong's expression darkened, but he smiled for an unknown reason. He once again picked up the scalpel and said, calmly, “Simon King, you pissed me off again. So, I have to make you unhappy. What you say is true, people like us will not make a mutually beneficial exchange of interests. However, we uphold a kind of balance: a balance between truth and evil, between life and death. You've all killed a masked killer. Do you know what this means? ”
Jian Yao started to get frightened as a faint premonition appeared in his mind. With a calm expression, Bo Jinyan asked, “Oh, what does it mean?”
Wen Rong laughingly said, “I have prepared a reciprocal gift for all of you in this small town. However, you may not be in time to see it.”
Bo Jinyan did not speak any further and Jian Yao felt as if her heart had been pierced by millions of safety pins. A reciprocal gift? The balance between life and death? Who have they fought? Fang Qing's? Yan's? Zhu Tao's? No, ever since he and Bo Jinyan went to this place, the Special Case Unit must have been waiting, consolidating their knowledge, taking careful precautions. It's not easy to hurt a cop, no, it's impossible!
It was at this point that Bo Jinyan looked at him, her gaze steady and bright. As a result, Jian Yao calmed down, and she nodded. Right now, the best thing to do was to continue to involve the masked assassin in the battle of wits. If they could win this battle, then they would be better able to protect their comrades.
Just then, someone knocked on the door. keg keg keg .
Wen Rong's expression immediately brightened, as if he had been waiting for this for a long time. He put down the scalpel and immediately walked over to open the door.
On one hand, Bo Jinyan said coldly, “Tsk. . . . your female lead has arrived.”
Wen Rong said, “That's right, shut up. Don't scare him.”
Jian Yao moved her fingers vigorously behind her back, focusing her full attention on the opportunity to free herself and carry out a sneak attack on Wen Rong.
Door opens.
——
Wen Rong looked resolute.
And then, it's too late
The black muzzle protruded from behind Qiu Shijin. Wen Rong was unable to pull his weapon in time. As the peng of the shot rang out, a tired yet undetermined face from Zhao Kun appeared.
Wen Rong swayed from side to side, while Qiu Shijin let out a series of wails in pain. Jian Yao started and looked behind the door to see that all the gang members were lying irregularly all over the ground, showing the same symptoms of intoxication as Song Kun.
Why wasn't Zhao Kun poisoned?
A memory flashed across Jian Yao's mind about him exchanging glances with Bo Jinyan as he was escorted out. Revelation happened to him in the blink of an eye. Very likely, he had started to get suspicious at that time and had yet to swallow the poison, and then found a way to spit it out. He had indeed proved himself worthy as a police officer who had been undercover in the wolf den for several years, to be perceptive in such a way!
Before anyone could react, Jian Yao quickly lowered her head and removed the rope that was tying her legs.
Wen Rong had been shot in the stomach but, strangely, did not fall straight away. He quickly pulled the gun. With a quick movement, Zhao Kun pushed himself away from Qiu Shijin's shoulder, aiming for one more shot. Suddenly, Qiu Shijin shouted and grabbed Zhao Kun's arm. Caught off guard, Zhao Kun shot him right in the heart. Zhao Kun stiffened as Wen Rong howled in pain and shot, hitting Zhao Kun!
“Shijin!” Wen Rong staggered a few steps forward. Qiu Shijin and Zhao Kun both fainted at the same time, but did not die.
Qiu Shijin yells, “Doctor! Run on! Run on! They are all bad people! Jie jie wants to kill you!” In shock, Wen Rong turned his head and saw that Jian Yao had been fighting free, threw herself on the ground, and held a gun. Although Zhao Kun was severely injured, he took a tense breath and threw Qiu Shijin away from himself to shoot Wen Rong. With enemies attacking from the front and back, Wen Rong was instantly flustered. He looked up, and the only thing he saw was the pleading and crying expression of Qiu Shijin. His heart ached with so much sadness and hot tears streaming down his face. He gritted his teeth, turned around, pushed the door open, and fled.
Zhao Kun had used what seemed to be his last remaining strength to prop himself up, and the remnants of poison were still in his body. He saw Wen Rong escape, but was unable to gather the strength to catch him. His gun slipped out of his grasp and he slid to the ground. Bo Jinyan ordered it, “Zhao Kun! Waita minute! You have survived to this day! You can't die like this!”
*T/N Anks and shl wanted to say that they would be very angry if Zhao Kun did not succeed!
Jian Yao felt a deep sense of sadness as she leaped off the ground and rushed to support Zhao Kun. He looked towards the open door, but the night was completely dark and the rain was still falling, where could they find Wen Rong?
Jian Yao asked urgently, “How are you?” Zhao Kun's face was deathly pale and he had already lost consciousness, but he was still breathing. He first laid it on the ground, then turned around to cut off the restraints that held Bo Jinyan's hands and feet. Qiu Shijin lay on the ground motionless, with blood flowing out from underneath him. He looks dying.
“Jinyan, what do we do next?” he asked in panic.
Bo Jinyan lowered her head to look at him. Suddenly, he found his hand empty as he picked up his gun. His voice was low yet strong as he said, “I'll chase after him. You stayed. Wen Rong's medical bag is still here, give emergency first aid to Zhao Kun, he must not die. ”
Jian Yao looked at him. “But . .”
Unexpectedly, he smiled briefly and said, “Don't worry. Even though your fighting ability is better than mine, what matters in pursuing this kind of villain is his brain. What's more, Bo Jinyan's shooting skills that finally opened her eyes are not necessarily worse than yours – especially at night.”
Jian Yao was stunned. Before he could react, he hugged her, then turned around and left.
Jian Yao stood in place for a few seconds. This room has suffered a momentary massacre*. Now, there was nothing left standing in it other than him. Everything was silent, and the only sound was the rain on the window. He suddenly lowered his head and smiled. Yeah, no need to worry. A person as intelligent and steady as Bo Jinyan was able to catch criminals while blind. Now that he had opened his eyes, how could he fail to catch this insignificant serial killer?
*T/N (xing feng xue yu) – lighted.rotten wind and bloody rain
He was calm and infused with sudden energy. Although his heart was still shrouded in a thick layer of fog, making him somewhat uneasy, he could clearly feel that the light they were longing for was not far away.
He immediately ran over to retrieve Wen Rong's medicinal bag that was beside the table, kneeling next to Zhao Kun and doing his best to stop the blood flow and treat his injuries.
He did not know how many people had swallowed Wen Rong's poison. However, around twenty people both inside and outside this secret hideout seemed to have been affected. The surroundings were extremely calm; only the rustling under his hand could be heard.
He continued to work, bowing his head, for a few minutes, fully focused on his task. He did not realize that someone had opened their eyes to see him.
At this moment.
He heard a weak and carefree voice, coming from behind him:
“Hai, Jenny.”
Among those who fell to the ground.
Jian Yao felt all the blood in his body turn cold in an instant.
. . . .
Hi, Jenny.
Hi, J
Xie Han once called you that way, familiarly.
But, you know, you know,
I've called you that way in my dreams a million times.
Just to see your smiling face.
Just to create a very beautiful love, able to tear down an entire city.
He almost caught me before.
But I won't let anything like that happen again.
I finally got out of the prison that I had been locked up for half my life.
In this happy state, I come to you.
