Pure Darkness

Chapter 62

In this world, the only thing that Luo Lang could not currently witness was Jian Yao's grief.

Oi! I am an article!

At the beginning of this period of time, Jian Yao was actually beside herself, constantly in a daze, and everyone could see this. Luo Lang toured the hospital, Jian Yao's apartment, and the station several times a day, almost every day. Not that he did anything special. She simply brought him nutritious food, gave him information, drove him to and from work, and even relayed whatever news she got about Bo Jinyan. He was so meticulous that any onlookers who did not know them assumed that he was Jian Yao's husband.

Moreover, at that moment, Jian Yao was completely indifferent to everything and everyone. Fang Qing suspected that he did not care in the slightest about Luo Lang's whereabouts.

Oi! I am an article!

However, Fang Qing cared.

The bastard Bo Jinyan was seriously injured, and left in secrecy. Luo Lang constantly circled around Jian Yao from dawn to dusk; what did he mean by that?

So, one day, on the ground floor of Jian Yao's apartment block, when Luo Lang once again visited Jian Yao with some fruit, he said, he was pulled out of his car by Fang Qing who had been ‘keeping’ for a long time, and tacked roughly to the wall.

“Luo Lang, right? You, called ‘sama this citizen of’ city, you pay special attention to other people's wives – aren't you too diligent? ” Whenever Fang Qing became ferocious, it was quite frightening. His voice was so cold that it gave a goosebump, and his face looked like a demon. Not a few thugs were left shaking in their boots as a result.

Oi! I am an article!

Although Luo Lang was being held back by Fang Qing, he did not attempt to defend himself, and his entire face was flushed red. In a very calm voice, he said, “Team Leader Fang, I think you are wrong. I take care of Jian Yao like a friend, just as you take care of her. I have no inappropriate intentions towards him. ”

Fang Qing was confused by the words. Unexpectedly, this joker seems a bit open, and on a level.

However, how could he possibly easily accept a man's one-sided statement? That day, Fang Qing still sent Luo Lang packing, and said, “Haha, are you honest or dangerous. . .

As the saying goes, it takes time to get to know someone. Then, Fang Qing gradually discovered that Luo Lang's interaction with Jian Yao was not so disjointed.

Even though he cared about Jian Yao, he had never exceeded his limits, not even half a step. He constantly summoned Jian Yao to eat with him, and ignored their previous hostility to summon Fang Qing as well, while laughing ignoring Fang Qing's cold demeanor and strict supervision. He regularly provided legal information to their team and treated other criminal investigators as warmly as he treated Jian Yao. Sometimes, if it was on the way, he would give Jian Yao a lift, but never at night, and he also never stayed long. Once, when Jian Yao met her younger sister, Jian Xuan, she succumbed to her melancholy and drank too much. Luo Lang had met him by chance, and he called Fang Qing to arrange for a female policeman to escort his house.

Fang Qing felt that Luo Lang did not seem to have any inappropriate intentions towards Jian Yao.

Taking a step back to consider the situation, even if he did, he was clearly suppressing his feelings, and even refusing to show the slightest hint of those feelings. Based on this point, Fang Qing was able to see Luo Lang better.

And, thus, gradually, the three of them got to know each other.

One time, Fang Qing asked Jian Yao, half-jokingly, “What do you think of Luo Lang?”

He replied, “He is a very generous person, with a clear and open purpose. I could feel that he was friends with me because of kindness.”

Fang Qing nodded.

Then, he heard Jian Yao continue in a flat tone, “Bo Jinyan is not here. If I feel someone is suspicious, even if there is something a little strange, I will not be friends with that person.”

Thus, Fang Qing realized more clearly: in this world, who was his heart not like a mirror? It's just that what everyone sees reflected in the mirror is himself*, that's all.

*T/T that is, everyone has their own way of seeing things.

Later, the three of them got to know each other more and more, and they actually had a lot to talk about, so they became really good friends.

The smell of roasted meat, mixed with alcohol, drifted into their noses. However, Luo Lang's nose was suddenly sensitive. He sniffed twice before asking, “Why do I smell the medicine? Who was injured?”

Jian Yao smiled faintly as she replied, “This is me. It's just a minor injury, nothing serious.”

Fang Qing tsked and said, “this nose sangaaaat amazing.”

Luo Lang ignored him and continued drinking. He then quietly shifted all the remaining wine under the table so that the bottles were between his legs.

Fang Qing saw this and laughed without saying anything.

If one could say that Fang Qing, at this point, was someone that Jian Yao considered an uncle, then Luo Lang was undoubtedly his elder brother. The two of them had a tacit understanding to protect her, and this in some ways became the basis of the relationship between the two older men.

Fang Qing let out a smoke and jokingly asked, “Why didn't you bring your little girlfriend?”

Luo Lang laughed and said, “He usually eats western food and drinks red wine, he is not used to crayfish and grilled meat from roadside stalls. Why did I bring him here?” He gave as good as he got when he teased Fang Qing in retaliation, “What about your shadow-like girlfriend? Didn't you become strong before? Why have we never seen you take him out? Is it uncomfortable dating a big star?”

Fang Qing spat out a piece of crayfish shell and replied coldly, “What do you want to raise it for? We've broken up.”

Jian Yao patted his shoulder.

Luo Lang's expression turned serious. “My apologies. I never thought this would happen to you. ”

Fang Qing smiled at a glance before replying, “Your boyfriend doesn't want to accompany you to drink beer and eat grilled meat. My woman, at last, could not stand my life as a criminal investigator. He said he was afraid to wake up one day and found out that I had already kicked the bucket.”

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When Jian Yao returned home that night, it was already very late.

The apartment was so big, empty and quiet.

As usual, she took a bath, changed her pajamas, and read for a while by the bed. Then, he turned off the lights and lay down on the bed.

Outside the window, the clouds were thick and there was no starlight. He lay down for a while, then got up again, and went to the study.

He had been guarding the study room like before. Bo Jinyan's books and archives were placed in a corner, and Jian Yao had arranged them neatly. He took out a book, sat in front of a window and read under the light of a lamp for a while.

Then, he looked at the blackboard next to the wall.

It was the board that Bo Jinyan usually used. By this time, the surface had been cleaned, but there was a number in the upper right corner.

341.

Jian Yao got up and walked to the board, deleted ‘1’ and turned it into ‘2’.

Suddenly, his heart throbbed in pain, and his eyes bulged. However, he lowered his head and held her back.

He'll be back.

He said he'd come back.

What he had to do, was wait months, even years, stoicly. That'sthat's all.

When will he appear again in front of his wife?

It's not that he can't be found.

Even though he had An Yan with him, it would be very easy for him to disappear without a trace. However, if he actually asked criminal investigators to search for them, it was not a sure thing that they would avoid discovery.

But, Jian Yao did not attempt to look for them.

The wind doesn't have to ask when it can come back. His blind detective master will one day find a way that will take him home.

Jian Yao looked up and looked outside at night.

The same night view, very charming, and quiet also enveloped the top of a building not far from there.

Luo Lang peered through the telescope and observed the lights go out on Jian Yao's window. After that, he also lay down on the bed. Without him fully realizing what he was doing, in this past year, he had taken down many photos that had previously been layered all over the wall. All that remained were Jian Yao, Jian Xuan, and the smiling Mistress Jian. Luo Lang lay on the bed and thought of Jian Yao's calm and gentle expression as they drank that night, and also smiled. He took out a glass of water, swallowed five sleeping pills and closed his eyes.

Only in Fang Qing's apartment did the lights still shine brightly.

This is the apartment he rented, one bedroom, not old or new, near the police station. Lately, he was rolling around on his bed, always unable to sleep well. You may also do a few more exercises before entering. He had done somehow many pull-ups at home, followed by push-ups, before bathing and lying in bed, gasping for breath.

After lying down with his eyes closed for a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and got up to pick up his phone. He opened the photo folder but could only stare blankly when he remembered that he had deleted all of Jin Xiaozhe's photos from his phone when they fought and broke up.

However, his – photos , his news , his movements, anything involving him even remotely, all of them are available online.

Fang Qing looked at them for a while, but in the end they just plunged him into a heart-wrenching mess. He was only making things difficult for himself, until he was finally very tired, he threw his phone to the side, pressed his palm against his face and fell into a deep sleep.