Pure Darkness
Chapter 61
I'm waiting for him. When he comes back, I want to protect him.
In this chapter, we see how Jian Yao faced the loss of Bo Jinyan from her life – did what she did surprise you? Fang Qing and Jian Yao were clearly pillars of support for each other, and Luo Lang. .. had become part of the friendship circle .
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Ding Mo had written a note in response to some reader comments about the inaction of Fu Ziyu and Han Yumeng's actions that led to their deaths in previous chapters. Read it (at the end of the chapter) and see if you agree with the perspective presented!
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Fang Qing looked at Jian Yao, who was completely uncommunicative*. He sat across from her at her desk, lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly.
*T/N (men hu lu) – light up. pumpkin covered; ara. a puzzle, a quiet person.
Jian Yao glanced at him but did not say anything. He continued to look out the window with a blank look.
Oi! I am an article!
A while later, the sweat on Fang Qing's body dried up and he felt much better. However, the burning sensation in his heart did not go away. He turned off his cigarette butts, looked at him steadily, then threw a loud reprimand. “What did you think during the assignment this afternoon? Do you have a death wish? When does a criminal investigation team give a mission to a female criminal psychologist to pursue criminals?”
Jian Yao was not angry, and looked at him very calmly. “It looks like I caught the suspect in a perfect intact state, and there is no error.”
“Sure, no error!” Fang Qing laughed grimly. “If there is any mistake, are we still standing here to chat? You, son, you've been learning empty-handed combat with me for a year, and now you've decided that I'm not worth paying attention to because you're better than me? So, criminals no longer have to be handled by me, a true criminal investigator, they can all come to you, someone who is actually not trained for the job*?”
*T/N (ban lu chu jia) – light up. leave home in the middle of the road.
But Jian Yao simply smiled faintly, and said, “That must be because you have been in Beijing for a long time, your pronunciation is much better now. When we first met you in the ancient city, you couldn't tell the difference between ‘n’ and ‘l’.”
Seeing that he was unwilling to give up, still refusing to discuss the main issue while only talking about trivial matters, Fang Qing fell silent for a while. Finally, he still had to say something. “‘Kita’? You and the one who left without saying goodbye? Do you have the idea that, for every day he does not come back, it is another day you have to force yourself to his limits? You wake up earlier than everyone else, you work slower than everyone else. You ignore your body. Look at your wounds!” He grabbed his arm with a quick movement. The pain pierced through Jian Yao and she hissed slowly. His sleeves fell backwards and revealed two newly created bloody scars — this happened when he fell while arresting the previous suspect. Not only that; his entire arm featured overlapping bruises, both old and new.
Jian Yao's facial expression was cold as she pulled her arms back and rolled her sleeves down.
Fang Qing was aware that he had said too much, but his heart was still agitated. So, he tried again, saying, “Don't do this to yourself again. The people trapped by their emotions are fools, you hear?”
Jian Yao remained silent for a moment before looking up. The twilight is approaching. Soon, dusk would envelop every corner of the square, the well-organized central police building. The light from the only star shone dimly on the roof of the building. The scene was familiar and silent.
He smiled briefly and said, “I'm not stuck by my feelings. I know very well what I do.”
“What are you doing?”
“I'm waiting for him. When he comes back, I want to protect him.”
Fang Qing was stunned, and remained so for quite a long time. So far in his life, he had seen many resolute and unyielding women. A female SWAT team member with willpower, a forensic investigator without the slightest hint of human warmth, even his own Jin Xiaozhe. But Jian Yao was not like them. He had some kind of gentle and tough strength. When Bo Jinyan left, this strength became even more apparent. If one were to say that the real Jian Yao was a hot-tempered and pleasant girl, then this more bullish personality usually only appeared under intense pressure. However, right now, his temperament was completely different.
This year, he has lost a considerable amount of weight. Her cheeks and chin had lost their tenderness, and her facial lines were more prominent, making her appear to be a stubborn woman. His skin is also more tanned. His physique became more muscular, but he still maintained his graceful and slender figure. However, Fang Qing felt his eyes become brighter. One could see his independent and tenacious nature only from his cold and bright eyes.
An old criminal investigator once told Fang Qing that suffering would form someone from the inside out, and Fang Qing was able to see this clearly when he saw Jian Yao. If he were to ask himself, he knew that the biggest crisis he had to face for so many years of his life was the constant separation from and reunion with Jin Xiaozhe. He knew without a doubt that he, and anyone else, would never experience what Jian Yao had experienced.
After a long time, Fang Qing could only let out a single word. “Dungu.”
“What else can we eat?” Fang Qing threw his cigarette butts into the trash. “Today, we have caught a big villain, how could we not go to ‘Baked Meat Xiaohong’ to drink beer and eat skewers!”
Jian Yao laughed. “A great idea!”
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In ordinary life, Xiaohong was probably just a nameless passerby. However, Xiaohong's grilled meat was quite cheap, large, and delicious, and the stall was open until late at night. Therefore, people who try to let go of the burdens they have accumulated during the day always like to patronize the stalls at night. Eat ten skewers of lamb, two raw oysters, drink half a dozen beers. That day will look perfect.
When did Jian Yao become one of the rugged and formidable criminal investigators?
Perhaps, from that day on, there were no more picky and conscientious men waiting for him at home.
Street lights glowed dimly and a large fan blew air at them. Fang Qing grabbed a clean and spacious table, with a view of the river under a nearby bridge. Fang Qing felt very pleased with the prospect of eating grilled meat while soaking in the river scenery. He felt that he added to the culture and romance he had, as a criminal investigator from an ancient city, innately.
He dragged the plastic stool and pushed it towards Jian Yao. “Leave your worries and eat. Lao Luo will be here later; let's eat all the good stuff first.”
Jian Yao made a sound of approval. ‘Nice’ is a kind of phrase that is exclusive to people from the world of anime, comics, and games, An Yan. Fang Qing might not even realize that he had learned it from her.
Overlooking the river, grilling the meat, enjoying the breeze of the river. It felt as if the burden on one's heart, which was invisible and indescribable, yet extremely heavy, could be put aside for a while. So, they talked about all the interesting events at the station, about this and that, both smiling and laughing. A typical frenzied day in the life of a criminal investigator.
Waiting for another day was just like this, as peaceful and calm as the deep flowing river.
As expected, Luo Lang arrived not long ago.
Jian Yao and Fang Qing smiled as they looked at him. A luxurious car was black, wearing a flawless suit, even the cufflinks were shining. Such a high-class man must have caused Xiaohong's eyes to shine brightly. However, in his hand he carried a large shrimp bright red, freshly cooked, and spicy.
Luo Lang threw a bag of crayfish onto the table. Fang Qing immediately tore it apart and tore it apart. He put it in his bowl and started to pull out his shell. Jian Yao smiled slightly and said, ” Lao Luo, have you been busy these past few days?”
“Ya.” Luo Lang looked at him. The smiling, gentle and attentive older brother said, “I just finished a murder case; the killer is the rapist & killer you arrested in the early half of this year.”
“Eh?” Jian Yao and Fang Qing looked up. “What is the verdict?”
Luo Lang's expression was very calm. “I am a defense lawyer, and I lost. 30 years.”
Jian Yao and Fang Qing gave each other a tos. Luo Lang was unperturbed, as if losing this lawsuit was something that should have happened with rights. Under the lights, in the darkness, his eyes stared at them warmly. Although, at times, everyone has a different point of view, they still seem to have some sort of subtle relationship and mutual understanding.
Many things in life are due to destiny.
For example, in the past year, due to a strange combination of factors, the three of them had unwittingly been pulled together into a circle of friendship.
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Author's note:
The author has read some criticisms of the absurd side story: the masked group of assassins are not the same as the flower cannibal killers, they are a ruthless gang, whereas Xie Han is an artist. If Xie Han shot Bo Jinyan right in the beginning and killed her, not because she couldn't do this, it wasn't in line with the mentality of a psychopath.
Also, for Han Yumeng to drag Fu Ziyu to the police station to make a report would be very difficult. Not only that, on the way there, they or Bo Jinyan would get shot. Even if they manage to make a report, once the assassins, who were looking from his hiding place, realize that the police are investigating, they can shoot and kill people on the special investigation team in one fell swoop. The way Han Yumeng was not necessarily the most rational or effective, but his initial intention from start to finish was not to involve others.
In addition, a very important reason, from the point of view of a person's psychological state, he has a very severe post-traumatic stress disorder. He has been under pressure and tortured for years, the details of which have not been written. For a woman who has experienced all that, fear, insecurity, even paranoia will all be present. You can't say ‘it's definitely impossible a highly educated woman doesn't know how to make a police report?’ This is not a reasonable concept at all.
Fu Ziyu himself was basically unequivocal, firm, and level-headed. He was gentle and gentle, but, deep down, he was always a little pessimistic. He had completely underestimated the level of damage this situation would cause. To him, what Han Yumeng had experienced was tremendous suffering, and it was worth loving. He did not want her to go to jail, and decided to leave everything to luck. With this kind of thinking in mind, he thought it might be best not to involve Bo Jinyan. Moreover, he did not care whether he would live or die. So, his complicated mood during the situation and corresponding reaction was natural.
