Pure Darkness

Chapter 53

There was finally silence in the room.

The sound of someone's footsteps disappeared in the distance.

Fu Ziyu crawled forward slowly, desperately trying to grab his hand.

He lay still, completely motionless.

In a split second, a huge wave of grief had engulfed his heart.

He was wrong, they were wrong. They think that they can beat someone in their own game, that they can escape to a distant place, that they can avoid causing trouble for the people around them.

Instead, two corpses lay in a separate place, yin and yang would be forever destroyed.

Finally, he touched his finger and grasped it tightly.

Nothing can separate us anymore, little girl.

He lay on his back, panting, and closed his eyes.

Jinyan, the old enemy is here.

Please take care of yourself.

——

Bo Jinyan walked to the warehouse. The vast space was conspicuous, completely empty.

It had to be an abandoned warehouse; some powerful lights were hung here and there from the bare ceiling. There were also some large engine parts hanging in the air. From a distance, they looked like bulging steel giants, silent spies.

Bo Jinyan gripped her gun tightly using both hands, bowed low, and slowly approached. Lights shone brightly from all directions, bathing the entire space in a calm and uniform white light. His coat button was removed, revealing a white shirt underneath. His eyes were clear and sharp as he raised them to look around while keeping his head low, remaining silent and soundless.

He looked at the corridor on the second floor. There were several pillars, but no one was in sight. In addition, next to him, on the first floor, there was a pile of high and low shelves. If someone tries to pass through the shelf, the shelf will provide some cover, and the person will only be seen intermittently.

In his mind, he calculated the angle and position of the corridors, hanging machine parts, pillars and shelves.

He raised his head and looked at the rooms outside the lit corridor.

He gripped his gun even stronger.

——

The man gulped down alcohol and felt his entire body heat up.

He put down that beautiful, burning vodka and grinned like a fool.

Because he heard the sound of the warehouse door opening.

Oh, their victims. . . Come by.

Right into their bowls.

The man counted down in his heart: 60, 59, 58, 57 . . .

Give Bo Jinyan enough time to enter the sniper labyrinth.

Then, the man picked up his sniper rifle and telescope and looked through the gaps in the window. As expected, he caught a glimpse of the black suit flickering through the labyrinth.

He smiled with satisfaction.

The man remembered the bet he and his friends made earlier.

“I'll let Simon King* out of the labyrinth, his body full of bullet holes, wounded but not dead. Then I'll hand it to all of you.”

His friends laughed out loud.

King Simon*. This was the name they used to call Bo Jinyan. Maybe all the fugitive criminals and desperate people, like them, greeted him like this. Because he caught a cannibal flower. He had captured Xie Han*, and threw it away.

*T/N Simon King – name Bo Jinyan known (for non-Chinese) in ‘He is Coming, Close Your Eyes’ (revised as ‘Love Me if You Dare’). Xie Han is the main villain.

But . . . they are not afraid of him.

Even though Simon King has extraordinary abilities, he is still a professor of criminal psychology. They had come secretly, traveling overland and sea to arrive here.

They did not commit any crime, so he would not have any evidence of prior behavior or actions to analyze.

Their only intention was to kill him.

They have captured his girlfriend, and his friend.

They wanted to torture him to death.

Thinking of this, the man was once again mesmerized by the delicious wave of excitement. Even though he had consumed alcohol, his skills and reflexes were still lightning fast. Like a special forces soldier, he held his rifle, ducked low, turned sharp and reached the first sniper hole along the second-floor corridor as fast as an attacking snake. Another pillar along, head lowered, eyes cold, he aimed at the corner of the black coat in the sniper labyrinth.

What is the best place for the first shot?

Hitting him on the lower back is good enough.

” Czzzz – ” Silenced bullets hissing, piercing the mantle precisely and hitting the ground.

The man was dumbfounded.

Something's not right.

He grabbed the gun and turned around, but it was too late.

An ice-cold gun was already stuck to the back of his head.

The man cursed gently, “S **t!”

Wearing only a shirt, Bo Jinyan stood behind him, her face ice-cold.

“Down the gun!” Bo Jinyan ordered.

The man looked at her and threw his gun. Very slowly, he started to turn around, and smiled humorlessly as he asked, “Simon King, how did you find me?”

“Counting.”

The man looked empty. “What calculation?”

“The best sniper angle.”

“. . . . NS!”

Even as he said this one syllable, the man's hand had already moved as he was about to pick up the gun.

How could it possibly defeat an expert in handling weapons without seizing a weapon? Such people were usually very firm and proficient and cunning in terms of skills. Moreover, they are not afraid of death.

However, Bo Jinyan was an exception.

He's not a master of weapons. But, within a split second the man made a slight movement, he seemed to understand very clearly the intent of his opponent and fired a shot first. “Bang!”

The man opened his eyes wide and said “S**t” for the third time that day. He never imagined, never could have imagined, that an academic, someone who could only do theoretical analysis, would actually be able to demonstrate such cruelty.

The man was in pain, excruciating pain! Bo Jinyan's shot hit his right chest, completely robbing him of all the resistance he could muster. He smiled, slowly and brightly, as his body slowly slumped onto the fence.

Sound ‘ click ‘ heard, and one of his hands handcuffed to the fence. The man looked up to see Bo Jinyan smiling contemptuously at him. “I hit your lungs. If you can get help quickly, you may still be able to live. Goodbye to.” After saying this, Bo Jinyan kicked the sniper rifle. He turned around and walked towards the stairs at the end, turned, and disappeared.

The man was lying where he had fallen, panting.

The smile slowly disappeared from his face.

He thought, maybe Simon King's way of thinking was completely at odds with them.

He never even asked where Fu Ziyu was. Because, as soon as he asked, they would have the upper hand.

He did not kill the man, but also did not let him live, and even let him linger on the verge of life and death. Let it be suspended firmly here.

The tables have been turned. The hunter is now being toyed with, hunted to death, by his prey.

A terrifying thought suddenly entered the man's head.

Maybe they were wrong.

Maybe they really won't be able to kill Simon King.

——

Passing through the warehouse, a door appeared before him.

Bo Jinyan raised the gun in her hand, and gently pushed the door open.

He already knew that this journey would be difficult and dangerous.

However, in a fight with people who personified evil, wasn't it always akin to dancing together at the tip of a knife?

An empty room was in front of him.

There are no doors, and no windows.

There is only a screen, where light and shadow are played. Someone had put up a projection to fall on the screen in front of him.

A block of words written in English, in cursive.

There's a wall behind the screen. On the wall there is a digital key. Only with the correct password can he unlock the door and pass through it.

Passwords have only one digit, from 0 to 9.

Bo Jinyan stood there and felt as if she was standing in a strange dreamland. However, He felt sharper than he had ever done before, because he knew very clearly who his opponent was, and what he wanted.

However, the people who wanted to plunder everything he had, had not succeeded. People like Tommy and Xie Han.

He raised his head and concentrated on the screen.