Pure Darkness

Chapter 13

By the time Jian Yao and Bo Jinyan arrived upstairs, they watched as Fang Qing led the emergency response team to act. After establishing the reason, Jian Yao said, “We will come with you guys.” Bo Jinyan nodded in agreement.

As they sped up behind the police car, Jian Yao's expression was extremely tense. Bo Jinyan was able to distinguish her thoughts from reading her body language and asked, “Are you worried about that father?”

“Ya.” Jian Yao replied, “He has lost his son. I don't like to see him get into trouble by acting aggressively. ”

“Did he remind you of your own father?” Bo Jinyan asked again.

Jian Yao leaned her head on his shoulder and remained silent. Bo Jinyan gently stroked her hair and thought for a moment before finding the right words to say, “You still have me.”

Jian Yao smiled as she replied, “You are not my father.”

“I mean . .” His eyes were shining as he spoke. “In the future, I will be a good father.”

Jian Yao was silent. His eyes quickly flickered rapidly as he looked at her.

The Yao household, as expected, was already in a state of chaos.

The inn was closed, but that was not the only urgent problem. When Fang Qing and his team entered the place, the service staff were all confused.

Something happened in the backyard.

After Mr. Fu took a quick look at the criminal investigator's notebook, it was as if he was possessed by a mad demon. He mourned for the bad luck of his son, that he had no luck meeting this crazy woman and was killed in such a cruel and tragic way. As he thought more deeply about the subject matter, his gaze finally fell upon the description of Yao's household situation.

If the Yao household did not persecute Tong Min in such a manner, he would not need to suppress his raging emotions, and he would not need to release his anger by killing people. Didn't we?

If Yao Yuange had not taken so many wives, so much so that those without love and affection would have vented their spleens at the servants, his son would not have been involved. Isn't that right?

A recipe for sudden and unexpected disaster!

Even if Tong Min was captured, what was the point? What good is that? Mr. Fu was not entirely stupid about the prevailing culture; he knew that many criminals suffering from mental illness would not be imprisoned, but would be sent to mental hospitals. Then, who would suffer so that his son could rest in peace?

……

If, if they are not rich, arrogant and acting reckless, treat people like dogs, if not for them. . .

Fu quietly left the police station and trailed the car that transported Yao's household back home. Right in front of him was the Audi A6 Ming Lan, its black exterior that shone dazzlingly.

Mr. Fu sat in the back of the taxi, unable to hold back his tears from falling, crying so sadly that even the old taxi driver was speechless. When they reached the Yao family inn, he waited until he watched each of them enter the place, before following them, armed with a fruit knife he had bought a few days before.

Due to the ongoing case, Yao's household had been sealed by the police, but the inside of the inn was still a mess, and there were many people around.

Just then, Master Fu saw Yao Yuange's only son, 5 years old, fat, and sitting unattended in a corner, crying. When he saw this child, his eyes burned intensely.

——

The garden behind the Yao household was overgrown with flowers and shrubs, with many winding paths.

The sounds of crying and shouting, footsteps, pleas, roars of anger, all mixed into one.

The criminal investigators had entered the park and expelled the Yao women, leaving Yao Yuange and the child's biological mother, Ming Yue. Master Fu had taken the boy hostage with a knife and was forced to retreat, step by step, to a corner of the park. His face was flushed and distended, and the hand holding the knife trembled. His eyes were full of madness but empty.

“Let go of my son!” Yao Yuange shouted, “You are crazy! What does this have to do with me if your son is killed? Just look what will happen if you dare touch a hair on his head!”

Ming Yue clung to him, crying and yelling, “Don't say it again! You don't say it anymore! Sir, if there's anything you want to discuss, please let my son go first, okay? He is just a little kid, just 5 years old!”

The boy was already scared silly, and his face was full of tears.

Mr Fu spoke in a quivering voice, “It has nothing to do with you? If it wasn't for all of you. .. If it wasn't for all of you, my son wouldn't have been killed! The son of a rich man is so incredible and precious, you wouldn't be able to bear it if I touched him! My son has died, so you will pay me back with your son!”

Yao Yuange was already very angry, and shouted, “You are crazy!” Ming Yue who had been crying, collapsed on the ground. Both were secured by KPK investigators.

Fang Qing looked at the criminal investigator next to him, then slowly retreated from the police circle. He came out of the garden, and went around behind the garden wall.

These words were effective and pierced straight into Master Fu's heart and somewhat startled him. Who knew that when he raised his head, he would find himself staring straight into Yao Yuange's eyes, and the expression within Yao Yuange's eyes was terrifying? Master Fu suddenly felt a chill gripping his heart, and he exploded, “I don't care anymore! So what if I go to jail? My son is dead. It's not like Fu Wei's mother had a long life, so let her die together with him! Let our whole family die together! The child can be buried* with us!”

*(pei zang) – is buried with or next to a deceased person; used to describe the spouse of a deceased person, or a burial object.

Jian Yao's mind raced, but she could not think of any immediate action. It was at this time that Bo Jinyan spoke in a cold voice, “You think doing this is a heroic act? That your son would take revenge in such a way? Your son's killer wandered out of nowhere. But here you are. You, a man, are exacting your revenge on a 5 year old boy. How is this different from what the killer did? So, you want this kid to be another Fu Wei?”

A surprised expression flashed in Master Fu's eyes. His hands were limp, and drooped by half an inch. At this point, Fang Qing had spun around and positioned himself behind Master Fu on the back wall. He took the opportunity and, even without a sound whisper, jumped onto Master Fu's body. He was knocked down, pressed to the ground, freed from a knife and handcuffed, all in sudden action. Despite his height and body, Master Fu never had a chance to fight back, and was quickly subdued. Jian Yao hurriedly stepped forward and picked up the child. Ming Yue, crying, rushed forward and picked up the boy. With one hand, Fang Qing pulled Mr. Fu off the ground and pushed him against the wall. At that time, she did not know what to say to him, and in the end, just quietly said, “Come back with me to the police station.”

Tears of Master Fu flowed down his face.

Jian Yao and Bo Jinyan stood quietly by the side.

It was at this moment that Yao Yuange suddenly shot forward towards Master Fu. He grabbed Mr. Fu's collar and clenched it. “F k you, you dare to hurt my son! Damn you, you don't want to live? Believe it or not, you will never be able to leave the ancient city, I will kill you, you worthless piece ! You dare hurt my son, damn you, you hurt my son!”

“Hold!” Bo Jinyan and Jianyao shouted in unison. But they were unable to prevent the first blow, and Mr. Fu suffered a bloody nose. When Yao Yuange raised his fist to hit him again, Fang Qing restrained his arm in one swift motion and scolded the man, “Yao Yuange, how dare you hit someone in front of the police!”

Yao Yuange raised his head to point a dagger at him. “Police? Haha, do you think the cops are some kind of bullshit in front of me? ”

Ming Lan quickly rushed forward and grabbed his hand. Under the watchful eye of the criminal investigators, Yao Yuange seemed to realize his mistake. While maintaining his silence, he turned around and walked away.

The third tragedy to come was finally stopped.

With Fu in their custody, the criminal investigator returns to the police station. Bo Jinyan and Fang Qing exchanged glances, and seemed to show flashes of understanding in each other's eyes.

——

Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao returned to the police station. Since the inn was closed, the branch office had arranged for them to stay at a nearby guesthouse.

In a simple furnished guesthouse, Bo Jinyan leaned against the bed, thinking of nothing. Jian Yao, who had just finished packing their things, sighed. Who would have thought that a fun vacation would be like this? Full of blood and melancholy.

“Once Tong Min is detained, his case will be solved, right?” yoked Jian Yao. “Then we can return to Beijing.”

Bo Jinyan simply looked at him speechlessly.

Jian Yao stood in front of the bed with her head lowered. “However, there are still certain aspects of this case that make me uncomfortable thinking about it.”

Bo Jinyan smiled, then got up and hugged him from behind. Resting her chin on her soft shoulder, as usual, she rubbed it against her skin while saying, “You deserve to be called. . . Lady Bo.”

Jian Yao was surprised. “What do you mean?”

Bo Jinyan silently looked out the window beside her. “That night's situation with Tong Min still makes me feel that this case still holds a mystery. It's not as simple as a person with a mental illness killing someone. Moreover, in regards to the case last night, there were three very obvious areas of doubt. ”

Jian Yao pondered for a moment before saying, “I can only think of one.”

Bo Jinyan chuckled.

Jian Yao used her face to gently push her. “You can't be fixed*! You can't laugh!”

*(lu jiao bu gai) – turns on. not to change, despite being reprimanded repeatedly

Right at that moment, a knock on the door could be heard. Jian Yao asked loudly, “Who is it?”

Bo Jinyan said, “Who else? It must be that Fang Qing is looking for us to discuss the case. ”

Jian Yao opened the door, looked at the person outside, then glanced back at Bo Jinyan. Seriously, he's gonna be a god.

Fang Qing spoke as he passed the doorway to their room. He said, right in front of them, “There are two new developments in this case. First of all, we were unable to find a match to the fingerprints found on the handle of the knife used to kill Zhao Xia last night. Second, Tong Min's identity card* is fake.”

(TN In China, several types of identification documents are issued. This may be the Population Sign Card (ju min shen fen zheng) that all residents in China over the age of 16 must carry.