Pure Darkness

Chapter 39

The results of the on-site forensic investigation were quickly made known.

A forensic staff member reported, “Luminol reaction showed that there was a lot of blood at the scene, and it has been proven to be Ke Qian's blood. Theoretically, it is impossible for someone who has lost so much blood to stay alive.”

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That night, the members of the Special Case Unit dined quickly at the restaurant on the first floor of the police station.

While ordering, Bo Jinyan called Fu Ziyu to ask her to eat with them. However, the call was forwarded to a voice message. The clear voice Fu Ziyu said, “ Hello, if you hear this tone, it means I am sleeping, on vacation or something similar, and I cannot take your phone. Please call again later. ”

Bo Jinyan smiled faintly and put down the phone.

Fang Qing lit a cigarette and leaned against the doorway, smoking lazily. He watched An Yan order Coke for himself, then asked, “Are you two not smoking?”

Bo Jinyan simply looked at him, too lazy to answer. An Yan smiled and said, “I don't like the smell of smoke.”

Fang Qing smiled and narrowed his eyes into the distance while continuing to blow cigarette smoke.

He only entered the private room after he finished his cigarette. Jian Yao could smell the smoke from his body, but it did not bother him.

“What do you think?” Fang Qing looked at Bo Jinyan.

“The answer is obvious,” Bo Jinyan said.

Jian Yao, whose mind was still entangled in that strange case, frowned slightly. An Yan said, “I believe, most likely, Ke Qian should have died.”

Bo Jinyan looked at Jian Yao and smiled slightly as she said, “Madam Bo, your thought process tends to be meticulous and perceptive, which is both strength and weakness. Please remember the important rule in criminal investigations: The more complicated and peculiar the situation, the simpler the truth.”

“Uhm.” Jian Yao nodded.

Fang Qing laughed. “Is this the way you two usually hang out? Is there always this atmosphere of academic learning, with probing questions?”

Jian Yao smiled and replied, “Yup!”

Fang Qing continued to smile. After a while, he patted Bo Jinyan on the shoulder and whispered, “It's really your luck *to be able to find a wife who tolerates you.”

*T/N (san sheng you xing) – literally, the blessing of three lives.

Bo Jinyan has a subconscious aversion to people who touch her, especially men. However, Fang Qing's casual and natural knock on his shoulder surprisingly did not upset him.

Still, he could hear the sarcasm in Fang Qing's words. Is he trying to say he's too long-winded and boring?

“Ah . .” Bo Jinyan lowered her head and whispered into Fang Qing's ear. “My fiery passion is naturally not something outsiders can see.”

Fang Qing took a sip of water.

“Because of that . .” Jian Yao pondered for a moment, then looked up. “Disregarding the disappearance of the corpse and the strange possibility of its resurrection, ignoring its familiarity with other members of the studio, this case has only two possibilities.”

Bo Jinyan and Fang Qing slowly drank their tea and listened to it. An Yan also gave him some attention.

“First,” said Jian Yao, “he was truly blessed by heaven, and survived despite overwhelming odds. He had been hiding for a few months, and finally appeared to take revenge.”

“Second,” Bo Jinyan added, “Ke Qian is indeed dead. It didn't matter whether it was Fang Qing or Gu Fang Fang, anyone who saw him only saw him at night, and only from behind or the side. Especially if he wears a hat. Therefore, a close friend who understood him very well and looked like him in terms of height and appearance could have stolen his body and avenged him.”

“What should we do next?” An Yan asked.

“Everything leads back to the point of origin,” Fang Qing said. “We must restart the investigation from Ke Qian.”

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It was not yet completely dark, but the curtains in Fu Ziyu's house were tightly drawn through the window. Only soft bedside lights lit up their faces.

At first, even their embrace was filled with fear. The two of them stood up, facing each other, for quite a while, before Fu Ziyu reached out and pulled her into his arms.

He hugged her gently at first, then slowly tightened his embrace.

“Jo?” He asked in a trembling voice, as if trying to make sure that he was really there.

“Mm. . This is me, Kris.”

After hugging her quietly for some time, she lowered her head to look at her, down the straight line of her high bridge of nose, following the contours of her face, slowly moving downward until she reached her lips. The two fell silent for a moment, then he forcefully covered his lips with his lips, giving rise to the shocking widening of the eyes of Han Yumeng.

He never thought that he would kiss her so loud and wild. In an instant, his mind was filled with noise and confusion. Confused, he sensed that the man in front of him was not 30-year-old Fu Ziyu, but a spirited and sassy boy in his early twenties. But, her eyes were so cloudy; she had never seen him like this. She bit her lips hard, so hard it hurt. With one move, he pushed her onto the bed and pressed her down, but did not touch her clothes. He just held his shoulder, making him unable to move.

He lowered his head, so that he could not see his eyes clearly.

After a pause, he suddenly laughed, and asked hoarsely, “Why are you suddenly. . .refunded? It's been eight years, Han Yumeng, eight years! You have been dead in my world for the past eight years; why have you suddenly returned? And why are you looking for me?”

Hot tears landed on Han Yumeng's cheeks.

She cried.

In a split second, Han Yumeng's eyes were also covered in tears.

“MY . .” Unexpectedly, he found himself at a loss for words. At that moment, all he wanted to do was run to the door, but his body seemed to have lost all its strength, and he could not move at all.

Her face was wet with tears, she said slowly, “I, and she. We are not dead, but drifting to South America.”

Fu Ziyu raised his head to look at it.

“MY . .” With every word he spoke, he could feel his throat dry. “He made me do a lot of things I didn't want to do. I can't go back. I thought that I would never see you again in this life. Until recently, when she was seriously ill, and I ran away. I fled, all the way from South America to China.”

He raised his hand and covered his face.

Fu Ziyu was silent for a moment before asking, “Then, why are you hiding from me? And, why did it suddenly appear now?”

Han Yumeng replied, “I. . not sure if I should still appear in front of you. However, I still want to come, come and look for you.”

Fu Ziyu looked at him in contemplation for a long time. He then suddenly let go and sat down on the side of the bed in complete silence.

Han Yumeng stared blankly at his back, well aware of the deep sadness in his heart. He was once his god, his faith, his lifelong love. Now, he's inaccessible.

Can he approach her again? Will she have the luck to be able to stay with him for the rest of their year?

He crawled up, and, gathering all his courage, hugged her from behind with trembling hands. It was strange, after going through so much, he would not wink if someone died in front of him. But, once at his side, it was as if he had returned to his 20-year-old self, that inexperienced and nervous girl.

He buried his face in his back, cried, and whispered, almost inaudibly, “Kris. . . do you still love me?”

Fu Ziyu was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he laughed softly, “Did you ask me if I love you? Joe, if there's a day when the stars disappear from the sky, it's the day I stop loving you.”

Han Yumeng was stunned, and her tears were flowing again.

After Fu Ziyu finished speaking, he turned around, intending to hug her once more. Who would have imagined that he suddenly jumped out of bed and rushed towards the door.

Fu Ziyu's face changed in an instant. He ran after her and grabbed her hand. “Where did you go?”

“MY . .” He looked at her, his tears stopped. “I can't stay here with you for too long, he keeps chasing me. Kris, please don't tell anyone about my return, including your good friend Bo Jinyan. I'm begging you . . I don't want. . . I can't relate to the police. When the time is right, I'll come to you again. ”

Fu Ziyu held onto his arm, refusing to let go. He did not imagine that he would break away easily by twisting his arm. Without waiting for his reaction, he turned around and left.

Fu Ziyu stood still, unable to move. After a while, he ran after her, but the corridor had long since been empty. Downstairs, the crowd of people and the flow of traffic went back and forth and formed endlessly; how could he possibly find it?

Fu Ziyu returned to his apartment. He saw a matted bedsheet, a strand of his long hair on a pillow, and felt that he was dreaming.

He walked to the balcony and sat in a rattan chair. He stared at the distant night sky, pulled out his phone and scrolled to Bo Jinyan's number, but did not call her. He sat alone for a long time. Looking up, he could only see a myriad of sparkling stars in the night sky.

Then, he smiled, a solitary and gentle smile. He put his phone down. He decided to believe, and kept waiting.