Pure Darkness

Chapter 127

He turned to look at Qiu Shijin, but saw that this once shy and innocent girl was now showing an enigmatic smile. Then, Jian Yao knew, it was all just acting, from the first day they stepped into this small town.

Oi! I am an article!

Jian Yao suddenly flinched.

Wen Rong subconsciously agreed. . There is a masked killer no. 3.

Oi! I am an article!

He was always there, and even poked his nose into all their deeds and existence. Now, he finally begins to show himself, though it is unclear.

Who her?

However, at this point, Jian Yao's determination was firm. He raised his weapon and trained it on Qiu Shijin. “Where is he?”

Qiu Shijin was very indifferent. He chuckled and said, “Everything goes according to his plan. Jenny, you still have one last chance to prevent a disaster from happening, to prevent my hometown from being destroyed. Do you know why Zhizi Zhou , the former city of Pu Luo , was abandoned many years ago?”

Oi! I am an article!

“Why?”

“Because . .” Qiu Shijin lay there and raised his head, a faint smile on his face, “those so-called experts predicted that there would be a large-scale landslide in this area that would completely destroy the city. It was once the most brilliant pearl on the Jinsha River, but, because of these words, the newly built county seat was moved, and this place gradually became a ghost town. Everyone left; the only ones left were the hundred or so people whose families had lived in this place for generations, and thus were unwilling to leave it. I was born here too. But, the prophesied cataclysmic landslide never happened, even after so many years. I met him three years ago, when he saved me after I carelessly fell into the river. .”

Jian Yao slowly asked, “Who is he?”

Qiu Shijin smiled, but did not reply. Instead, he said, “Jenny, there is something more important that you have to take care of. Only you can prevent him, because you are the only person he cares about now. He had buried all explosives from weapons and ammunition in some mountains. Tonight, there will be the biggest rain storm in ten years. And he'll detonate explosives when it rains. Avalanche and collapse of the mountain predicted 60 years ago could have happened. .”

The vice-like grasp tightened slowly around Jian Yao's heart. “And after that?”

Qiu Shijin looked at him with blurred eyes. “Jenny, will you stop it? There was more than half an hour to the time of the planned explosion. In this world, maybe only you can stop him. If not, then, after the explosion, this entire small town might be leveled to the ground, and a few hundred of us natives who have lived here for generations will be buried under the earth overnight. But, maybe this has always been our destiny. .”

. . . . . .

Jian Yao had been thinking all along her journey.

Everything they experienced when they arrived in this small town was revealed, scene after scene, in his mind. He thought of every word Bo Jinyan said to Wen Rong about the third person while in the building.

He also knew that what Qiu Shijin had told him was most likely a trap. Going alone, there was no certainty that he could change the course of events. However, as a police officer, at this critical moment, with the lives of several hundred ordinary citizens at stake, he really did not have much choice.

Even with all this, he felt at peace. He thought of everything he heard, just like when Bo Jinyan was captured by a flower cannibal for the first time. What was Tommy using at the time? In reality, it's not deep. He had just confiscated the schoolboy bus and asked Bo Jinyan if she wanted to make an exchange. The intelligent and determined Bo Jinyan had also made a simple choice; without batting an eye, she offered herself in exchange for the children. . .

Mud underfoot, a row of pitch-black trees, perpendicular in front of him. Jian Yao was already close to where Qiu Shijin said ‘dia’ was hiding.

It rained heavily and boomed in his ears, almost deafening his ears to hear any sound.

The torch light was deadly white, and could only illuminate a beam of fire ahead through the rain curtain.

Jian Yao was suddenly shocked.

Thanks to the rain, he was completely drenched and icy cold, but all the blood on his body seemed to be rushing into his head in a split second.

The torch had flown across one of the trees. He stopped and slowly swung the torch back in the same direction.

There's character in the tree.

“J”.

If it could be said that the letter ‘J’ written in blood on the wall of the deceased gang member's house was similar to the handwriting on the spot of Feng Yuexi's death, he said, it was still not enough to determine that it was written by the same person. this ‘J’, with its strong style, fine bifurcation, and brash sweep, can never be the second person, it should be the first person, it should be. . .

The rainwater clouded Jian Yao's sight. He wiped the rain and opened his eyes again. As he looked at ‘J’ again, all the clues he had ignored since they stepped ashore, which were left smoldering behind the stove, suddenly became clearly focused, he said, it was as if he had received enlightenment* . . .

*T/N (ti hu guan ding) – lights up. to anoint your head with the purest cream; ara. to enlighten people with perfect wisdom or pure Buddhist teachings

The tattoo on Ah Hong's arm is a crooked J! So, in the middle of a rolling river, and the location of a highly classified Buddhist Hand fortification, a member of a small gang named Ah Hong, defies conventional wisdom, had managed to bring him and Bo Jinyan to this location.

When he first met Qiu Shijin, he was standing at the door. On the wooden door there was a haphazard streak, like a child learning to write. Among them is a row of English letters, from A to J. Just to J, it ends there.

J who was at the location of Zhao Jian's death.

A gentle whisper of Qiu Shijin: Hi, Jenny. Everything went according to His plan.

. . . . . .

But, why did he refuse to show himself all this time, until now?

What exactly does he want?

Does he have a. . .no way to show himself?

Because he's hurt bad? Someone they know? Could it be that he did not want to be their enemy?

. . . . .

Eliminate all impossible answers, and what remains must be the truth, however extraordinary.

Jian Yao raised his head.

He heard footsteps behind him.

“Jenny,” call him. His voice was low and familiar.

Jian Yao looked around. In the rain, in the dark night, he saw Luo Lang's sad eyes, as deep as an abyss.

——

Full-scale and comprehensive attack launched.

The special forces are broken up into many small teams that move out simultaneously. Like an irresistible force*, they were relentlessly attacking the defensive line of the Buddha Hand from all directions. Due to the actions of the masked assassin, the core strength of the Buddha Hand had been reduced. Now that they had lost their leader, they were like shifting sands, unstable and uncoordinated, even less able to resist attacks.

*T/N (po zhu zhi shi) – flaming.the power to crush bamboo; ara.the irresistible power

When the civilians of the city saw the fighting unfolding, they were terrified and all squatted down with both hands covering their heads. At the same time, police forces are working to protect and control civilians.

Bo Jinyan, Fang Qing, and An Yan acted separately. Bo Jinyan brought four or five people with her to look for Jian Yao. Fang Qing led a small assault team to continue chasing the gang members who had fled into the mountains. An Yan remained behind with the troops to continue evacuating and calming the people, while searching for the fish that escaped from the net.

This great action is played out slowly in darkness and rain.