Pure Darkness
Chapter 130
As a member of the Special Case Unit that is least used in armed combat, an Yan's job tonight is with the rear guard – he follows a small force on the road to catch gang members and evacuate the citizens. At the same time, it can provide any IT related technical support required.
Oi! I am an article!
The rain was so heavy that An Yan could not see clearly through his glasses. He took out his glasses cloth, carefully wiped the lenses, and wore them once more. He thought of all the information he had gathered as he searched for the – abandoned cities of Pu Luo , the devastating landslide that experts had predicted, the heavy rain of the night. . . all of this gave him an overwhelming sense of unease. However, he had always been a rational person who did not rely on his instincts, so his desires did not waver.
Then, his troops arrived at a small building on the corner of the street, with a Red Cross sign above the door.
Oi! I am an article!
An Yan had heard Bo Jinyan mention Wen Rong. At the moment, he is in the hands of the police, severely injured and unconscious. He had also heard Bo Jinyan's repeated warning before they parted: Wen Rong said he had prepared a reciprocal gift for them, so they had to be very careful when taking action. A tremor of fear passed through An Yan. He pointed out that special forces officers had to follow him into the building.
Before they entered, An Yan quickly swept his eyes across the area, and even watched every nook and cranny on the wall closely. He did not find any strange cables or switches and made sure that, at the very least, no bombs were placed around him. He entered the building with a special forces team.
The building is not very large, consisting of inner space and outer space. At first glance, it was completely empty. After learning from previous experience, stay alert, like a hunting dog. He turned on the bomb detection device he was carrying, but still nothing caused the alarm. He's a little relaxed.
Then, an officer who had entered the inner room shouted, “There is a big box here!”
Oi! I am an article!
An Yan immediately ran inside.
The room inside is a very simple bedroom. The bed curtains, tables, and windows were all calm in color. It was just that there was a large box in the empty space beside the bed, about 2 meters long, 80 cm wide, and 50 cm high. It was made of metal, painted silvery white, and one end had an electrical cable. The upper part looked like a cover, which was currently tightly sealed, and had a liquid crystal control panel. A faint water gurgling sound could be heard.
Yan's heart shuddered.
Looking at the dimensions of the box, it was just right for one to lie down.
“Open slowly,” said.
Several armed police officers pushed the cover together with him. It was very heavy, but it was not impossible to move. With everyone trying, the cover slowly, little by little, opened.
The first thing An Yan saw was a bundle of jet-black hair floating in the water.
Suddenly becoming mute, he heard Bo Jinyan's words ringing in his ear:
He said . . .he has left a reciprocal gift for us.
Maybe it was to hurt our friend.
. . . . .
A sort of intense, unspeakable emotion surged in An Yan's heart. By an inexplicable coincidence, he thought of Gu Fangfang calling out to him, six days ago, after which he had no contact with him. He had been involved in planning a thorough attack on the headquarters, and was so busy that he forgot about the lack of contact. . . the torch in his hand fell to the ground as both hands grasped the cover tightly and pushed it away frantically. The special forces members beside him were all shocked and rushed to stop him, saying, “An Yan! What the hell are you doing? Careful, it might be a trap!”
However, An Yan paid no heed to them, and just shouted, “Let go!” Some special police officers, seeing him like this, just pushed him along. Finally, with a loud clattering sound, the heavy cover opened!
The rope wrapped around his whole body. It was clear that he would not be able to fight freely and escape, especially with the thick cover covering him. The inner surface of the box was clean, flat and smooth, and there were no signs of struggle. The water covered his body completely. His face was deathly pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. She was very beautiful and young; she was still wearing the T-shirts and shorts she used to wear at home, and her long and beautiful legs were the epitome of youthfulness. There was no way to know how long he had been submerged in the water. The water is still rising slowly, and will soon overflow.
An Yan stood there, dumbfounded.
“Quickly, let's save him!” A special forces officer took him out of the water.
“Is he still breathing?” someone asked.
“Not breathing. . . Who is he?”
An Yan exploded into a curdling and pitiful scream. Suddenly, he knelt down and hugged his ice-cold body.
——
No matter what, Jian Yao's skill was not comparable to that of a butterfly killer.
When he regained consciousness, he discovered that he was lying on the boat. The cabin is not too big, and is rather old-fashioned, clean and tidy. A light emitting a yellow light hung above. The boat swayed gently with the waves. The cabin door opened, and a man was sitting on the bow.
Jian Yao recalled the scene before she lost consciousness, as she and Luo Lang looked at each other, and she broke out in a cold sweat. He had by no means considered that Luo Lang was a butterfly killer and. . the leader of the masked killers? He thought about their various interactions in this past year, as well as the profile he and Bo Jinyan had created of the butterfly killer. Whether in terms of emotions or logic, this fact (that Luo Lang was the killer of both) was absurd, even inexplicable. . .
Saving all sorts of suspicions, Jian Yao got up and walked towards him.
He felt his approach, stood up, and turned to watch him. He holds a cigarette between his fingers, but the way of holding it is different from an ordinary person – he holds it between the middle finger and the ring finger. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at her for a while, then walked into the cabin.
Jian Yao stopped. Aided by the dim light in the cabin, he saw her face clearly. It was indeed the same face, even the birthmark next to his eyebrows was the same. There is no way on this earth that it could be someone else. Moreover, on this earth, no one else would look at him with such an expression. So heavy, deep, and sad, exactly the same as when he fell off a cliff.
But why did Jian Yao feel that there was something different?
A thought suddenly popped into his mind like a spark of light: the profile of the butterfly killer and the masked killer was completely different. . .
When he was only a few steps away from her, he stopped and stood still, it seemed difficult to speak. He raised his hand and smoked his cigarette. Jian Yao noticed the way he smoked and her heart suddenly jolted.
“Jian Yao,” he said in a hoarse voice, “Sorry, I let you down. I've done something that disgusts you once again.”
Jian Yao looked at him with eyes that could see clearly between right and wrong. He said, “Because you know that I will be disgusted, why do you keep doing it?”
His words seemed to have hit the sore spot as Luo Lang shivered slightly.
“Sorry, I can't control myself. I . . . No matter how hard I try to hold back, I can only think of being with you.” He said, “Jian Yao, listen to me, I will never hurt you. I've spent so much time staying by your side to protect you, yet received nothing in return. . This ship is heading towards the China-Myanmar border. If you just want to come with me, I won't need another love story, and I won't need another life. Pu Luo had collapsed; everything and everyone would be buried under mud and rockslides. We're safe, and I'm gonna take you away. I will make you forget everything that has happened, and just remember me and our warm and happy future
The hair on Jian Yao's body stood upright. For a split second, he almost believed that these crazy words were coming from his heart. However, when he looked into Luo Lang's eyes once again, those eyes brightened with treachery, and he was suddenly enlightened! The simplest, yet most inconceivable conclusion appeared in his mind.
“You're not Luo Lang!” its spray.
