Pure Darkness
Chapter 60
He's waiting downstairs. The moon was like a piece of jade shining brilliantly, hanging above the skyscraper.
Oi! I am an article!
They say that a woman's heart is fickle, and difficult to understand. She finally understood that after loving him for these past few years.
He put his hand on the car door and fidgeted while lighting a cigarette. After a while, he finally heard the sharp and clear sound of footsteps. There he is, walking gracefully.
Oi! I am an article!
On a thick night, she was so beautiful, like an angel who had not yet returned home. He smiled as he looked at her, and all of his frustration returned to his mind.
Is that love, really? These days, who can explain it clearly?
After all, he had been the center of his mind all these years, and the habit of loving him was deeply etched into his bones. If he didn't succeed, his feelings would be completely in the hole.
“It's late, why are you here?” he reprimanded.
Oi! I am an article!
This is exactly what he likes and hates. His attitude towards her was forever stuck between treating her as a lover and treating her as a friend.
He held her hand and said, “Stay with me.”
He immediately blushed, blinked his eyes and looked at her. “What happened to you today?”
He was always this perceptive and intelligent; he did experience a lot of frustration at work today. However, she did not want to answer him, and asked in return, “Do you still think about it?”
He lowered his head and said, vaguely, “Not really. .”
Today, he was suddenly meek and pleasant. When she gathered enough courage to kiss her cheek, not only did she not get angry or run away, she even flushed. He was overjoyed, and his heart was pounding fiercely in his chest.
“You . . . You're really willing to do anything for me, huh? ” ask softly on a dark night.
“Ya,” she almost immediately replied.
He gently held his fingers without speaking. In fact, there was a trace of melancholy and helplessness hidden on his face.
……
When he left, he raised his eyes involuntarily. He once again saw that pair of eyes inside the building.
The pair of eyes, hidden in the darkness, were staring at him with bitter hatred, looking at him.
He smiled coldly and turned back to face the front.
Traffic was heavy on the road, and fluorescent lights bounced off the glass. At some point, he stopped at a traffic light. A butterfly flew here and there before landing in his car. He looked at the butterfly, which also looked at him. Then, he flapped his wings and took off again.
She's shaken. It was a butterfly that he saw in his dream.
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The city of Xun is located in the southern interior. It is not a very large city, but the scenery is beautiful, and the climate is cool and comfortable to live in.
The head of the city's criminal investigation team is Shao Yong, an old man who is almost 50 years old. Even though he was growing old, he was in strong health, and his face was upright and honorable. He always wore a black jacket, and he was just as active and energetic as the other young investigators. Anyone who saw him would consider him a very handsome man. Old, but handsome. An old general.
This morning, before the official work began, Shao Yong had been sitting in his office while eating xiaolongbao *. At the same time, he played chess – right hand versus left hand. It was a leisurely moment that was snatched away, a time for him to enjoy himself calmly.
*(xiao long bao) – kind of steamed Chinese bread. The skin is more transparent than pale, and is usually stuffed with minced pork and vegetables in ‘sup’ (the actual aspic is gel-shaped). Find out more information here.
An officer ran to give his report. “Team Leader Shao, in charge is working on procurement orders for the next quarter. I'll insert additional shirts, socks and shoes for team members, as per your previous records. ”
“There's more to add?”
Shao Yong took out a pawn, and said, “Ah, right, allow the canteen to buy some fresh fish, to be served regularly to our criminal investigation team.”
“Good.”
The officer left. Shao Yong played chess longer before raising his head to look out the window. The clouds floated quietly in the blue sky. The green hills in the distance looked like a man, looking at the small town in silence from a height. Heaven is really great; last month, they had solved a murder case, and even arrested, without a plan, a Class A fugitive who fled to the city from another province. There are no major cases this month, and the world is too peaceful. These are the lazy, carefree days that all criminal investigators love, and the ones that are hard to come by.
However, in this world, how could there be days that were completely free from worry?
Not long after, a colleague hurriedly knocked on the door. “Head, we have a case. Woman's body just found in Wangjiang Park .”
Shao Yang put down the chessboard and placed his hands behind his back. “Come, let's go and see.”
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Wangjiang Park is located in the western part of Xun City. It occupies a large area, and is the most preferred place for city dwellers to visit. Normally, there were so many people in the park that they resembled crayfish, clustered together in the river, but, this morning, even before the park opened, the park had been sealed. Most likely, the park authorities were also very frightened by the sudden appearance of the corpse. However, when Shao Yang arrived, he praised the park's authority for having done a good job.
Wangjiang Park was surrounded on all sides by high walls, and it was impossible for ordinary people to overcome it. There are four entrances, located in the north, south, east and west. What's more, the body has been found in a forest in one of the most remote locations deep within the park.
The sun was already high in the sky, and the police officers had formed a tight circle around the forest. Shao Yong crouched down beside the corpse and frowned in concentration.
In front of him was a rocky path that extended into the forest from a distant main road. There are no beautiful sights here and it is quite quiet*. Therefore, the chances of a corpse being found were very low.
*(ren ji han zhi) – lights up. Male footprints are rare; ara. remote; quiet.
The woman's body was lying on a rocky path.
He wore a short-sleeved white T-shirt, black sports shorts, and sports shoes. He was average height, thin, and ordinary. He looked to be in his twenties, with short hair, white skin, a smooth nose with a high bridge, slightly plump lips, and a sprinkling of spots on his face. He was the type of person who would not attract much attention when thrown into a common mob.
Many purple bruises wrapped around his neck. In addition, for the time being there seems to be no other trauma.
If it was only this on the body, it would not have caused the police to react with such a huge hue and cry.
Shao Yong was wearing gloves, and gently touched the girl's hand. His hands were tied with ropes and tied to his head. Both ankles are also tied. Then, everything was painted with black oil paint.
A fine stone slab was beneath his body. Two large black wings were painted on top of it with the same oil paint. A pink decorative design was painted on the wings, making it seem as if the compound eyes of many insects were flashing and staring at everyone.
And, it actually looked as if the person was a soft maggot, trapped in their midst.
“Same as a butterfly. .” exclaims a young criminal investigator on one side.
Shao Yong felt a chill run through his entire body. He looked at the criminal investigator and stood up.
“Head, is the killer a psychopath?” the young criminal investigator asked in a hurry.
Shao Yong replied, “We can't rule out any possibility at this time.”
“Because we may be dealing with a psychopath, then do we want . .ask that person to come?”
Shao Yong thought for a while, but smiled and said, “No, no need. Don't tell him for now. Call Beijing and ask a criminal psychologist for help.”
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At night, Jian Yao sat alone in front of the window, staring blankly into the twilight.
At this moment, the office of the criminal investigation team was quiet as everyone went to eat. It seemed, with the passage of each day, Jian Yao also preferred to be alone. This calm and aloof state helped him feel at peace. It helped her feel as if she had received something, and could secretly hope for something.
Fang Qing pushed the door open and walked in. His forehead was filled with sweaty grains, and his wet shirt was stuck on his back. After that case, the left side of his face had acquired a new scar that would never fade. This led to a handsome man who initially looked even more grim.
