Pure Darkness

Chapter 3

Fang Qing thought about it and said, “It looks like so, but not enough.”

“How do you explain it?” colleagues ask.

“If the killer has an abnormal mental mindset, he will kill people impulsively, but the CTF is too clean. He clearly planned crimes like a normal person. However, it was true that he handled the corpse very crazily, like a pervert.”

The two no longer spoke. After all, they had no experience with this kind of murder case.

The night sky was getting darker before their eyes. The police were not made of steel so Fang Qing gave everyone a half-night break to go home and rest. Fang Qing slowly walked out of the police station for a walk.

The moonlight is very bright. Whenever his heart was not calm, Fang Qing liked to walk around the ancient city. In addition, they were unable to find any clues to the case. Fang Qing always followed the old police's words: Once a case is deadlocked, go back to the scene again. Who knows? Someone might find something new.

After walking for a while, he walked past the Yao family inn. It was eleven o'clock late a little and the main door of the inn was wide open. As far as he could see, there was really no one in the inn. Fang Qing thought about it and walked in.

Yao Inn was quite famous throughout the ancient city. The Yao Family was a very prominent family in the area. Yao Yuange was currently the head of the household, and he had many inns, restaurants, and factories under his control so that he could be considered a local tycoon. Reportedly, the Yao courtyard was an old abandoned residence of the Ming or Qing dynasties. As for the Yao family members, he heard they were living in an old house nearby.

In each of the four corners of the courtyard, there was a stone beast statue. These statues look very scary. The courtyard is large with a garden behind it, which contains a fish pond and several trees. Fang Qing went to the park, and saw a middle-aged man standing near the fish pond, feeding the fish.

Fang Qing recognized him from a glance. He was the boss of the Yao family, Yao Yuange. She was of medium stature and wore dark grey Chinese-style clothes. Fang Qing had seen the details of his profile. She was forty-eight years old, and she had taken good care of herself. Based on his first impression, Yao Yuange looked like he was only forty years old. He had an upright appearance and seemed to have a cultured and unrestrained temperament.

Fang Qing recognized him but Yao Yuange did not seem to recognize him. Yao Yuange smiled when he saw someone approaching and asked, “You haven't slept?”

He had most likely mistaken Fang Qing for an inn guest.

Fang Qing also smiled and answered that question with another question, “Yes, unable to sleep. You also stayed at the inn?”

Yao Yuange laughed. “I'm the boss of this inn.”

Fang Qing put on a surprised face and said, “How disrespectful am I! This inn is very nice and the boss runs it very well.” He then began to praise the inn, talking about how interior decoration had shape and style, how all the plants had an inexplicable charm, and so on. Yao Yuange smiled as he listened to Fang Qing.

“But ..” Fang Qing furrowed his brows, “I've heard that a guest living in the building in front of us was killed a few days ago. The lodging business might be affected, huh? To be honest, when I heard it, I got very scared. ”

Yao Yuange raised his eyebrows and replied, “Who knew that something like this would happen? This city has never experienced anything like this. Do not be afraid; the murder case took place on the street, not in our inn. The victim just happened to be staying at our inn. After the incident happened, I told our staff members to strengthen our security, and work in shifts 24/7. Compared to other inns, our inns are the safest. The young man .. Now that you mention him, I have met him several times every time he comes back late at night when I am walking around. I also talked to him a little. Too bad, he looks like a good guy.”

Fang Qing was silent for a moment. Then, he asked, “Bos, do you usually sleep this late?”

Yuan Yaoge replied, “As people get older, they tend to sleep less. Usually at night I will feed the fish or take a walk around the inn. It has become a habit.”

After Fang Qing left the inn, he took out his notebook and wrote down all the details about the conversation he had just had. This is another old adage among the police: The palest ink is better than the best memory. There are some oral confessions where there is no oddity when interviewing the person, but after the interview, when they relate it to other clues, they may find something new.

But this Yao Yuange at the moment did not seem to be very suspicious and did not seem to have any motive to kill someone.

After that Fang Qing returned to the scene. There, he got a call from a police officer.

“Leader Fang, an investigator found half a different fingerprint on the wall about four meters from the corpse.”

Fang Qing's heart became happy. However, he then immediately heard the police officer say, “The analysis result came out quite quickly, because the fingerprint belonged to the victim.”

After hanging up the phone, Fang Qing stood under the dim street lights, staring at the empty spot where the corpse was. He lifted his head again, looking at the wall where investigators found the fingerprints. Looking at everything from this angle, Fang Qing could see that the victim had come from this direction, but had only been killed after he had passed through the wall. There were several roofs over the wall that blocked the rain. No wonder the prints were preserved. However, this fingerprint belongs to the victim, so it does not have a high reference value.

Fang Qing looked up and looked around. From here, the main road is quite far away. That night, the assassin would definitely not go to the main street covered in blood. With that, he was most likely hiding in nearby houses, or in nearby inns. If he hides in houses, then he should hide from neighbors. If he was hiding in the inn, could he be a guest at the inn? Doesn't seem. Who could return to the inn covered in blood? Most likely this person was an employee of the inn.

With a few thoughts in his head, he continued walking around the scene. When he arrived at the first intersection, he noticed that the streetlights on the left side of the intersection were much brighter than the ones on the right. His heart beat a little faster, as he then continued walking towards the right side.

He walked about several tens of meters and found another intersection on the road. It was past midnight, but there were still some family-owned restaurants open on the street to his right. Someone was throwing water away, while someone else was sitting at the entrance washing dishes. As far as Fang Qing knew, the people living nearby had been investigated by the police and they saw nothing. So, Fang Qing turned to the street on the left.

He walked for about ten to twenty minutes. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

In front of him was an abandoned elementary school. There was a tightly padlocked iron gate in front. Inside was a small dark courtyard. If a tourist passes by, he may not notice the school, but all the locals know that this elementary school has been abandoned for several years now. Since the demolition permit was incomplete, the entire area has been untouched ever since.

Fang Qing looked around. The main road was not far away, but as it was very dark and trees covered the school, no one would notice this neglected area. Fang Qing's heart suddenly started beating a little faster. He took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on. He then climbed up the wall, silently leaping into the schoolyard.

An old tree growing in the courtyard, coupled with several low-rise buildings, and piles of rubble everywhere. There is only dim moonlight. Fang Qing looked up and saw that across the courtyard was a corridor, leading to the back door of the elementary school. He tiptoed closer to it so he could see through the narrow gap in the door and found himself shocked.

It turned out that the back door wasn't really locked; it just looked like it. Behind the door was a secluded alley, there was no one to be found. Just a few buildings in front was the familiar-looking roof, the roof of Yao's courtyard. Fang Qing's heart surged. It seemed like he had found the page again. It's not even too far away.

He put down the flashlight, turned around, and walked back to the building.

The door creaked as he gently opened the door. Inside, the walls were speckled, the ground was covered in dust, and there was a pile of tables and chairs in one corner. Fang Qing turned on the flashlight again and carefully inspected every inch of the ground. In the corner there were many dark brown stains and also a small circle of droplets on the ground. They looked like bloodstains, and were very conspicuous.

Fang Qing used his mouth to hold a flashlight and crouched on the ground, his heart feeling a little satisfied.

In fact, he found it.

There was nowhere to go for someone covered in blood. So, this person had found this place from the very beginning, changed clothes, and then fled. That's why investigators were unable to find “men of bleed” in the security footage. If he did not take a sample of the fingerprints and footprints seen in this scene, all his efforts to sniff it out would be in vain!

He looked down and stared in a daze, when suddenly, he heard a voice. It sounded like someone was walking on dead leaves in the courtyard. Fang Qing became alarmed and a series of thoughts leaped into his head like bouncing chess pieces. The killer handled things very carefully and carefully while planning things. The events of the day happened very suddenly, the emotional killer when he killed the man and was desperate to escape, so he escaped as soon as possible, and changed clothes here. But after that, perhaps he realized that he had left a bloodstain here. It was possible that he would come back to clear any traces.

Fang Qing suddenly turned off his flashlight, making everything dark. He stood by the wall near the door, waiting for the person to approach.

The soundless air touched one's skin, bringing a hint of coldness with it. Fang Qing watched the door and waited for a moment. Sure enough, he saw the door open slowly. A tall and skinny man walked in. He was wearing a dark suit and had short hair. Under the moonlight, at first glance, he was unexpectedly handsome. The man's face was expressionless. He just quickly looked around the room and walked towards the pool of bloodstains on the ground.

He crouches.

Fang Qing was less than half a meter away from him.

Fang Qing reacted quickly and suddenly said, “Don't move!” The man was startled and immediately began to struggle to escape from Fang Qing's clutches. Fang Qing did not think that he would actually have some tricks up his sleeve. Other than his tricks, the man was also taller than him, so the man quickly ran away.

But he only has a few tricks.

Fang Qing used this opportunity to pull out his arm, which turned into an incredible shoulder throw and directly threw the man to the ground. He groans. “Really standard steps ... police officer?”

Fang Qing coldly smiled. “Who are you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?”

“I ...” the man suddenly smiled, “It looks like your brain is a bit slow. From the time I walked in through the door to the moment, you still don't know that I'm here to do the exact same thing as you did.”

This long series of words left Fang Qing's head slightly muddled. He kind of thought this man was a bit strange, but without saying much, he took out his handcuffs and with a single click, he handcuffed the man. Fang Qing pushed him out and said, “We will talk when we return to the police station.”

Fang Qing turned on his flashlight but looked at the man attentively staring at the handcuffs with an expression of disbelief. Fang Qing's heart surged. Previously, he and his colleagues had speculated that maybe the culprit had a mental disorder. Looks like the guy may be right – is mentally disabled. He made sure he was extra vigilant if the suspect suddenly went crazy.

Fang Qing called some police officers to pass by to pick them up and block the scene. Fortunately on the way, the man was very quiet, with no other abnormal reactions. As Fang Qing was driving, he sometimes looked back at the man. He was surprised to find that the man's fingers were tapping on his thighs very casually.

As a result, the strange thoughts that were occurring inside Fang Qing's head grew increasingly intense.

By the time they returned to the police station, it was already past two in the morning. The officers on duty heard that their leader had arrested a suspect and were all excited. However, Fang Qing did not want to act rashly or show off. He took the man to the interrogation room, only calling his partner for help. He then closed the door to begin the interrogation.

A white incandescent light was lit, illuminating the cold and solemn interrogation room.

Fang Qing and his partner looked at each other, his partner let out a slight cough as he sat down. He handed the man a cup of hot tea.

The man has been handcuffed for a while now, and he doesn't look too good. He sipped his tea and said, “These tea leaves are old, they taste a little musty. It doesn't taste good. The basic supplies that your police department provides are really bad. ”

“Stop talking garbage,” furious Fang Qing. “Name?”

The man's finger knocked on the teacup. “Bo Jinyan.”

“Usia?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“Where are you from?”

“City Tong.”

“Work?”

“Priminal Psychology research experts Ministry of Public Security, as well as Visiting Professors at University of Public Security.”