Pure Darkness

Chapter 33

The revelation of Gu Fangfang made some things about the Animated Killing clearer, but the killer attacked again. . . . Bo Jinyan also revealed her own plan, but, oh, a hunch! Whaddya think? Will the plan really materialize?

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“There is a sixth person in Yueying Animation Studio,” Bo Jinyan said.

The Cherokee was moving at high speed on the way back to the police station. The expressions of Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao were both grim.

Jian Yao said, “There are four areas of doubt at the scene.

First, the layout and style of the studio is full of warmth, and very organized. It was aesthetically pleasing, meticulously done, and the individual style was clearly visible. Certainly, when the studio was established, someone devoted his heart and soul to designing it. However, when we visited the five of them inns and better understood their special characteristics, none of them had such habits or aesthetic tastes.

Secondly, someone who has carefully arranged and decorated the studio will not let it fall apart.”

Bo Jinyan interjected to say, “Ya, just like you. If it was you, even if the studio was to be disbanded, you would never let it lack aesthetics.”

Jian Yao smiled slightly. “Thank you for your praise, Mr. Bo. Yes that's true. Today, studios are left unattended, cluttered, and stuff is strewn everywhere. The actual scene now, and the interior decoration that was intended at the beginning, were simply not a match. They are obviously two different styles.”

“They hide and strip off the style of the sixth person,” Bo Jinyan said.

This perceptive statement attracted the heartstrings of Jian Yao. He continued, “Three, the photos on the wall were all discarded. This doesn't make any sense. Even if the studio was going to disband, it was a precious memory of something they once loved passionately; they would not be willing to throw it away just like that. It is completely consistent with human nature – they want to hide something.”

“Fourth,” said Bo Jinyan slowly, “flowers on the flowerbed at the door, all of which have been dug up, are not cheap, and it is the kind that should be planted and carefully cared for. ‘Dia’ planted it.”

Jian Yao was silent for a moment before asking, “Is ‘dia’ the killer?”

“We have not been able to draw that conclusion,” replied Bo Jinyan. “However, ‘dia’ is at least a suspect. Even if they had attempted to hide all traces of him in the studio, the traces of one's whereabouts were not so easily erased. I believe the secondary investigation of Fang Qing and An Yan will soon verify the existence of this person.

“But . .” Jian Yao asked, “why would they rather bear the risk of being suspected of murder than mention the existence of this person?”

“That's right,” Bo Jinyan laughs iris, “why? What could be more serious than suspected murder?”

Jian Yao was surprised.

Bo Jinyan said, “If we can figure this out, I'm sure we'll know who the killer is.”

They are a little far from the police station. Jian Yao looked at his watch. They were both awake for more than 30 hours.

“Are you exhausted?” she asked.

“Still good.”

Jian Yao laughed. “Yes, when you are in the middle of an investigation, you are always excited. When we get back to the station, try and take a nap. Hello, you also have to love your body, you know.”

“Oke.” He glanced at her, then seriously pulled into the shade of the sun for her. “You sleep a little.”

Jian Yao felt as if she was no longer able to resist sleep. He made a sound of approval, closed his eyes, lowered the back of his chair and curled up. Immediately, the sound of his breathing sounded.

Bo Jinyan watched him quietly for a while, then stole a glance at his phone.

Due to this sudden cosplay murder case, Han Yumeng's case had to be postponed temporarily. However, Fu Ziyu had not called or texted him in the past two days.

Ziyu needs it now.

I should pay more attention to Ziyu, he thought.

Art . . .

He looked at the exhausted woman and fell asleep by her side. Even her normally well-groomed hair became messy, her small face reddened, and her lips slightly pursed. He could not help but reach out to caress her hair, tidying it up.

The preparation has been more or less done. When the case is over, she will surprise him with the most romantic marriage.

Thinking of this, Bo Jinyan let out a cold laugh.

——

Due to the lack of evidence, Jiang Xueran, Xu Sheng and Wen Xiaohua were released. Xu Sheng returned to the dormitory, Wen Xiaohua was taken away by his father, and Jiang Xueran returned to his rented apartment. However, the police department has arranged for several teams to supervise them 24/7, both to observe their movements as well as for protection.

In addition, all three of their residences had been equipped with surveillance cameras. Surveillance cameras nearby are also centrally controlled. Xu Sheng and Wen Xiaohua did not mind, but Jiang Xueran was dissatisfied with this turn of events, and asked the criminal investigator who brought her home, “Why install a surveillance camera? Am I suspected?”

The criminal investigator replied, “Don't get too thought out, that too for your protection.”

Jiang Xueran snorted and slammed the door shut after he entered.

At first, everything was fine. Two criminal investigators on surveillance duty sitting in their car downstairs can clearly see everything within reach on their monitors. Jiang Xueran was sitting on the sofa aimlessly watching television.

Suddenly, he got up, turned off the television, and walked towards the surveillance cameras and audio devices mounted on the table.

Then, something fell and the screen darkened; nothing could be seen clearly. They could only hear Jiang Xueran's voice move.

“F **k,” a criminal investigator condemned.

Other criminal investigators called him. ” Xiao Jiang, what happened?”

Jiang Xueran calmly replied, “Officer, I don't really like someone who watches over my every move, but I appreciate your kindness. After all, you can still hear me, right? I want to sleep now.”

After saying this, he hung up the phone.

The two investigators could not comment much. After all, if someone wants to install a surveillance camera and audio device in someone's home, even if it's on behalf of ‘help enquiry’ and ‘protection’, someone still has to get approval from that person. If people don't want to, nothing can be done.

The two of them slept in the car.

Before dawn, Fang Qing arrived to take a work turn. He asked them, “There's a reason to worry?” They told him, “Nothing. It's just that this bastard has blocked the surveillance cameras. ”

Fang Qing glanced at the monitor and swore. “So troubleshomes; this is not good!” He immediately called Jiang Xueran, but the joker refined to pick up. Fang Qing reluctantly continued to call him and finally got through. However, Jiang Xueran said, with conviction, “You are violating my privacy! Officer, I thought I was just assisting the investigation, and wasn't’t a suspect! You can’t treat me this way! If you carry on this way I will call the newspaper to complain!” Saying so, he hung up.

“What the f**k!” the Swore Fang Qing. However, there was no other way.

There was no sound from the monitor. It seemed that Jiang Xueran slept like a log.

In the middle of the night, after 2 a.m.

The other criminal investigator was sleep. Fang Qing, with headphones on, was gazing at the clear, starry sky, thinking about the case, thinking about Jin Xiaozhe.

Suddenly, he heard a very faint sound above the headphones.

It sounded like panting, someone was panting.

“Oh . . . ah -“

Shocked, Fang Qing immediately woke up his partner.

Suddenly, a terrible scream came from the monitor. It was Jiang Xueran. And then the second, third, and fourth screams. . .he kept screaming, as if experiencing tremendous pain.

Fang Qing threw the headphones and ran out of the car.

Fang Qing moved so fast that his partner could not keep up with him. With a single leap, he jumped over the fence; with a few quick steps, he had gone through the path and headed upwards. He took every step in one leap and arrived at Jiang Xueran's floor in an instant.

As he ran, he thought: Something is wrong. Jiang Xueran's door was locked. If someone barges in forcibly, we will definitely hear his voice.

That guy has the key.

It was a long corridor. As he exited at one end, he saw Jiang Xueran's door open, and the figure at the end of the corridor disappeared in an instant.

It was a man.

Fang Qing looked through the door and saw that the floor was covered in blood. A body lying motionless. He clenched his jaws and ran after the figure that disappeared like a shot arrow.

When the other criminal investigators reached Jiang Xueran's door, he suffered a great shock.

He never imagined that he would witness such a murder scene.

The apartment was very neat, and there were no traces of fights. Jiang Xueran's eyes opened with glare, and he was wearing a refined white traditional costume. A long wig, black crow hair was on his head. She even wore makeup; her eyebrows were carefully pulled, and her lips were bright red. A small red birthmark was between his eyebrows, and his face became somewhat androgynous.

Criminal investigators are used to seeing her cold and arrogant appearance, and her cosplay persona is a graceful noble from ancient times. He was dressed like this right now was really strange.

Moreover, the dagger was stuck right in the middle of his chest. Fresh blood had stained the snow-white clothes to a deep red, and there were other puncture wounds on his body. He had obviously been stabbed repeatedly.

Criminal investigators rushed over and checked Jiang Xueran's pulse and breathing. No. gabe.

As he observed the scene before him, he felt a chill to the bone: the murder happened just three or four minutes ago. These traditional clothes, wigs, makeup, all of these must have been worn before death. Did the assassin do this to Jiang Xueran while he was sound asleep? Or did Jiang Xueran do it himself?

. . . . .

Crazy, crazy all.

——

Fang Qing was in pursuit.

The night was silent, and no one was on the road, not even a car. The suspect was wearing a hat and carrying a large bag, running like a bat out of hell into the distance.

Fang Qing desperately chased the suspect.

Gradually, the distance between them was shortened. Fang Qing was close enough to see the figure, and his heart jolted.

“Stop at your place! Police!” Fang Qing shouted.

The suspect was level-headed and determined. He turned suddenly and ran to the back of a building. There were lights in the area, as well as some sounds. Fang Qing's instinct told him that this was not good, and he sped up. The moment he reached the beginning of the path, a completely different scene opened before his eyes. It was a midnight snack shop, and there were many customers who drank beer and ate grilled meat. There are people everywhere. Fang Qing cursed softly and his eyes twinkled. He glanced at the crowd; surely the suspect could not run far.

He looked around, but did not see the suspect.

At this moment, Fang Qing saw the public toilet to the right of the end of the road. It was pitch black, and no one was in or out. Fang Qing's heart surged and he ran into the men's toilet.

There aren't.

He checked every stall. Blank.

Fang Qing turned around and walked to the door of the female toilet. He shouted, “Is there anyone inside the ladies' toilet?”

No one responded.

He rushed in.

Also empty.

Fang Qing stood at the door of the public toilet and looked out. There were the big men of Beijing who lifted their coats to eat grilled meat, there were busy stall assistants, both in front and behind, but there was no sign of a suspect.

Fang Qing refused to give up, and ran forward to stretch. Still no sign. That person had completely disappeared without a trace.

He stood panting in the gathered darkness and swore loudly. “F**k!”