Pure Darkness

Chapter 131

‘Luo Lang’ looked at him without speaking.

Oi! I am an article!

Jian Yao felt as if his heart was burning with many fiery threads. Yes, yes, she has Luo Lang's face, she has Luo Lang's eyes. But his posture while smoking was completely different from Luo Lang, and the light that flashed in his eyes was too cunning. Since the profiles of the butterfly killer and the masked killer are not at all the same, then there is absolutely no possibility of them being the same person.

More precisely, there is no possibility of them being the same.

Oi! I am an article!

The question that Bo Jinyan asked Wen Rong in the small building about the masked killer no. 3 can be assumed to have been confirmed at this point!

He asked: What secrets does ‘dia’ hide?

Why is ‘dia’ so shy, yet so crazy?

Why did ‘dia’ rebel against the rest of the world, why was she endlessly searching for her true identity?

Oi! I am an article!

What has imprisoned the spirit of ‘nya’ for a long time?

That causes him to constantly and persistently pursue emotions, pursue affection, pursue his true self.

. . . . .

Since ‘dia’ is by no means a complete person, he is Luo Lang's second personality! He was born incomplete, detached! He also experienced the extermination of the Jian family, and was destroyed under the shackles of a very heavy morality, thus suffering severe psychological trauma and, from then on, becoming psychologically abnormal. However, unlike Luo Lang who became the ‘punisher’, he became a notoriously ruthless killer. The crimes he committed in America were precisely during the period when Luo Lang was there to study and work! It was even more likely that the appearance of this personality was due to the killing of the Jian family. As he could not bear the immense psychological pressure, Luo Lang split into two personalities. One of them bears all the burdens of morality, while the other throws away all the limitations of morality and lives according to his desires through the insane killing of people. . .

Jian Yao was greatly shaken by his conjecture, but her instincts told her that this could indeed be the life and hard facts of the man before her. He was also aware that, if this personality before him was really Luo Lang, he might still have a chance to survive. However, if he was an actual masked assassin, he would have already completely lost his innate sense of right and wrong as well as basic human emotions, and he would definitely not let it go.

Jian Yao raised her head and looked at him, as if peering into his soul. Of course, he was very intelligent and seemed to have sensed something. At the same time, he also seemed to become impatient to hide his true self. One corner of her mouth lifted as she laughed and said, “You are indeed worthy of being the woman whose every move Luo Lang has focused on for half his life! You see through the actions I did for you in a matter of minutes. You are really smart.”

Even though he had already deduced that much, hearing him admit it with his own mouth caused Jian Yao to tremble.

Hence, it was truly a dual personality.

First personality, butterfly killer.

Second personality, masked killer.

Two personalities changed appearance, and even opponents. One slaughtered the other for good, the other for evil. When Luo Lang was severely injured after jumping off a cliff, the alternate personality did not appear for a long time, thus not leaving behind masked assassins.1 and not.2 to fight their own battles. In the last action of ‘The Alluring Love’* that she personally directed, all of them pointed to Jian Yao as the heroine.

*T/N As mentioned earlier in Chapter 126, this refers to the love of a woman so beautiful that many people are captivated by her, she said, and therefore it may cause the downfall of cities (for example Helen of Troy). References to ‘show staging’ masked killer is interesting because there is a famous Chinese novel by the name written by Eileen Chang, which has been adapted into a film as well as a television series.

He flicked his cigarette ash and said firmly, “Jenny, I'm so happy to see you. I'm Derrick.”

Jian Yao was silent. Really, he had a completely different temperament from Luo Lang.

Derrick walked forward until he was right in front of him. He was taller than her by the head, so he looked at her and exhaled cigarette smoke into her face. Jian Yao frowned as she avoided it. Derrick looked pensive. With eyes as black as ink, she said, “Indeed, unique woman.”

Jian Yao asked coldly, “Derrick, where is Luo Lang?”

Derrick was silent for a moment before replying, “Didn't you kill him already? From the moment you refused to forgive her, she was already dead in this body. Only I am left.”

The cabin was very quiet. Because of its speed, the boat is constantly surging with waves. The lights quietly illuminated the two of them.

Derrick turned his head and slowly inhaled his cigarette smoke. Jian Yao sat on the bed and flicked his finger to the edge of the wooden frame.

Derrick made a sound of approval as he inhaled the smoke deeply. “He noticed something, but not too sure.”

Jian Yao was silent for a moment. Then, he asked, “Derrick, what do you want from me?”

Derrick put out his cigarette and sat down next to him. As he gazed towards the cabin door, he said, “I want to replace him and stay with you from now on.” He grabbed her hand and stroked her fingers with his palm, saying, “Jenny, I want you. The woman that genius detectives love and butterfly killers at the same time always fascinates me. I can't fight.”

Jian Yao remained silent, and did not directly retract her hand, but she knew that she would never be able to match him as an opponent. He saw his profile in the light of the lamp, stubborn and angular. Very manly, just like Luo Lang, but there was a more deliberate touch on his slightly pursed lips.

He stood up and said, “Good sleep. I'll wake you when we arrive.” He walked to the door before stopping to say, “I will treat you very well. In that case, I will not lose to another man. ”

He locked the cabin door from the outside.

——

Bo Jinyan stood at the pier.

The rain fell into sheets, completely wetting them. But he just stood there quietly, like a solitary black tree. His pitch-black, bright and clear eyes, were fixed on the explosion on the mountain slope.

The world in chaos was before him. Many people stormed out of the small town, police officers, civilians, even gangsters. Police arrested and arrested the gangsters while protecting civilians. All fled this world on the brink of destruction. With his naked eyes, he could see a great flood in the distance, like a savage beast, surging forward and swallowing the buildings and trees.

Behind him, all the police ships had arrived and occupied the dock completely. Some simply left, taking the gang leaders into custody, while others transported wounded civilians to nearby hospitals. Even more people are riding boats.

He stood at the border of land and water, faced with a choice.

The night was wide, and masses of people were up and down with movement. Should he return to the mountain and search for Jian Yao at any potentially fatal location? Or should he turn around and look for her along the escape route with water?

Bo Jinyan closed her eyes. He forced himself to empty his mind of all the disturbing thoughts and turbulent emotions, so the only thing that appeared in his mind was the silhouette of the assassin and the shadow of Jian Yao.

He did not hide himself in the Buddha's hand. Then, this past year, he must have played another role.

He single-handedly engineered evil in America and fought Fu Ziyu.

He longs for love, a desperate, intense, and sincere love. She, or her colleagues, undertakes a series of love and life stories featuring a pair of lovers having to leave a place they call home beyond their will, or where lovers must separate forever.

Even Wen Rong and Qiu Sijin were like that.

Now, everyone was dead, he had blown up all the Buddhist Hand weapons and ammunition, triggering an unprecedented massive landslide, it finally brought about a predicted disaster and destroyed all the Buddhist Hands with enough force to obliterate the entire city.

Now, he. . .

Bo Jinyan opened her eyes.

No, he would not be here right now, nor would Jian Yao. He would not let Jian Yao die in such a chaotic situation, in a place that no one knew about. It would be meaningless, and would not give him any pleasure.

He'll take her away.

Just imagine: when the explosion exploded and the entire sky was stained blood red. Turmoil and riot, land flooded with disaster victims*. Just him, take the woman far away. On board, when he looked back, all the affairs of the human world would be the background. This will then form a genuine, alluring, and all-encompassing love. A solitary alluring love, in which lovers are forced to leave home and wander from one place to another, which pits them against the rest of the world, will begin from that day onwards. He could no longer resist, he himself would become the male lead in the story, and Jian Yao would be the new alternative. Moreover, scheming and selfish, he would use this as a pretext to escape.

*T/N (bing huan ma luan) – lit. rebellion army and rebel forces; ara. turmoil and chaos of war; (ai hong bian ye) – flares up. sad whining of geese; ara. the land was full of disaster victims, starving people filled the land.

The main piers around the city have all been secured by police. However, behind the city, or in the mountains, there was definitely a secret waterway that he could use to escape by boat. They only needed to question a few old residents to find him.

Bo Jinyan felt a faint pain in her chest. He turned to the leader of the armed forces and said, “Take me a boat now! I'll save my wife!”