Pure Darkness
Chapter 68
“Three, the biggest point of doubt of the case in terms of criminal psychology,” said Bo Jinyan, her speech speed suddenly became faster. “The victim, Nie Shijun, ran to the park entrance at 22:05, and reached TKP around 22:20 to 22:25. According to your investigation, the park is surrounded by high walls, and there is no way to enter or exit other than the entrance. On the night of the murder, the park was closed at 23:00. The janitor found the body the next morning before the park opened, and reported it to the police. After that, the park was closed. Afterwards, when police searched the park, no suspicious characters were found. All this said, the night before, the killer had to leave with the crowd before the park closed at 23:00. To run from TKP to the park entrance takes 15 – 20 minutes. In other words, the killer only has 15 – 20 minutes to complete the entire process of killing his victims. If the killer is really ‘ Butterfly’ killer, a psychopath, this period of time will be too short for him, too rushed.”
Oi! I am an article!
From the look on the face of the criminal investigator, they clearly did not understand the point. One of them said, “15 minutes to kill someone, draw a picture, then clean up the scene. It is still possible if the killer works quickly.”
Jian Yao was shaken by his words. Indeed, he had previously thought that the butterfly painted by the killer was too soft and simple, which was a bit strange. Now that Bo Jinyan had spoken, she suddenly had an epiphany. The rush is not to kill someone, but to . . .
Oi! I am an article!
Bo Jinyan smiled faintly, and said, “Hurry is not to kill someone. That's to gain experience. For a budding psychopath, it would be very difficult for him to kill his chosen target carefully, then have to leave immediately after finishing the painting of the dreamt butterfly, without being able to appreciate, observe, observe, or enjoy it. moment . . . . for him, it's like preparing a big meal in front of him while not being able to sniff or taste it. It will be very difficult to bear it.”
Bo Jinyan's expression turned cold. “So, my conclusion is, is he's not a psychopathic killer at all, and this is just his way of distracting the police, and he's committing the murder for some other specific reason; or, it was really because this was his first murder and he had no experience, and thus he received no satisfaction at all. Then, he would commit his second crime soon. Either way, his carefully chosen target, Nie Shijun, will be where we make our breakthrough. Nie Shijun is reclusive and rarely interacts with others. The killer must have had a reason to kill him. We can even conclude that they have been in direct contact before.”
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It was almost midnight when Bo Jinyan and An Yan returned to the villa.
Oi! I am an article!
In a deviation from his usual inclinations, once Bo Jinyan reached the villa, she shut herself in her room and even locked the door.
An Yan ransacked the fridge for a long time, stuffed his stomach with random items, then ran to stand in front of Bo Jinyan's door to say, “Hei!”
There are no answers in the whole house.
“What did he tell you later?” An Yan asked. “Are you two not at peace?”
“He did not say a word to me,” Bo Jinyan replied in a calm tone, as calm as water.
“Why?” asked An Yan. When the meeting ended, everyone had left the room with a tacit understanding, leaving the two of them sitting face to face at the table. He had been waiting under in the car for a long time before Bo Jinyan got off. He even thought they would resolve their differences by***reconciliation*.
*T/N (chuang tou da jia chuang wei he le) – literally, quarrel with each other at the head of the bed (or while getting into bed) and compromise/ peace at the end (or before going to bed).
However, come to think of it, this situation was more serious than a minor disagreement.
Bo Jinyan was silent for a moment as she pondered An Yan's question.
Back then, all the lights in the house were turned off — needless to say that it made no difference to him whether the lights were on or off. All curtains are drawn closed. Only a small window was left open for ventilation. Bo Jinyan lay on the bed, feeling as if the entire world was on guard with her.
He recalled the situation after the meeting that day.
He sat motionless where he was. He heard people around him leave.
Then, he felt the light around him darken, and the absence of movement around him. It was then that he realized that he too had left.
After an unexpected and tender reunion, she left without saying a word to him.
Bo Jinyan experienced a faint pain in her chest.
……
“I don't know,” replied Bo Jinyan.
When An Yan, who was crouching outside the door, heard his reply, he considered the situation carefully before saying, “Is it because of him. . have not forgiven you?”
The only answer was Bo Jinyan's silence.
An Yan sensed that he had hit a nail on his head. Sighing, he muttered, “Think a woman like Jian Yao would never get angry. Not at all like Fangfang, which is very difficult to stay happy. . then, what do you want to do?”
“Not your business,” replied Bo Jinyan.
An Yan took out a gentle ‘ cheh ‘, but his words were still painful. He asked, “Do you want to go out and eat something? Didn't we take the time to buy a big fish from the supermarket? It might not be fresh if we eat it tomorrow. ”
He waited long enough, but there was still no movement. An Yan got up and started walking away, but, through the door, he seemed to hear him say, “How can that fish compare to him?”
These words were indeed a little ridiculous, but being heard by a fellow idiot, they instantly made a move.
An Yan stood still for a moment before sighing and asking, “Yes, that's right, how can a food that tastes better be compared to him? I understand.”
An Yan returned to his room, and everything went back to silence in front of Bo Jinyan's door.
His eyes are so hot.
Jian Yao, I'm sorry.
Jian Yao, I've been gone too long.
We were separated by a river of blood.
Even though I am blind, I will still crawl on it.
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At the same time, Fang Qing and Jian Yao had chosen a more direct method to vent their emotions from the events of that night.
They've found a place to drink under the police station. It was one of the small roast meat stalls scattered all over the city.
None of them said much. Despite having downed many glasses, both of their eyes still shone brightly at night due to their incredible alcohol capacity.
Fang Qing lowered his cigarette butt and asked, “Why did you just leave without saying anything to him?”
Jian Yao looked up and looked at the night sky of the city, seemingly similar to his hometown, yet fundamentally different. Faintly, he felt himself once again with two or three of his best friends one night years ago, chatting while eating roast meat and drinking beer at a roadside stall. However, then, he had chosen a very different path from the one that an ordinary person would take and he had chosen a unique man.
After that, a body full of scars, a heart full of comfort.
Fullness of joy, fullness of pain.
“ Lao Fang, do you know why Jinyan wants to go?”
Fang Qing did not reply. People interpreted Bo Jinyan's departure in many ways. However, he knew that Jian Yao had her own opinion on the matter.
Jian Yao raised her hand and sipped her drink, then said, “Do you know about the case of ‘Flower Cannibal’? I almost died then, and also suffered a lot of torment. Jinyan broke her throat and faced the risk of completely tarnishing her reputation in order to save me. One could say that he almost gave up his whole world for me.”
“Uhm.”
“My loss could make Jinyan go crazy. But, I think, if he lost Fu Ziyu, he would be quiet.”
Fang Qing did not say anything.
“And if he also lost his eyes? If he lost an eye that could see through the facade of sin and evil beneath him, what would be the basis of his belief? In fact, Jinyan had managed very well; she had not sunk into the black hole, nor had she degenerated. He is just someone who has been away from us for a period of time, but his inner eyes are still observing everything. Lao Fang, today. . . I'm actually very happy. Seeing him after one year, he has recovered very well, almost as before.”
Suddenly, Fang Qing smiled. “Because you said so. . I don't have the heart to beat him again.”
Jian Yao smiled as well, but her smile was extremely thin. They toasted to each other, then looked up to stare at the boundless night sky of the city.
It is impossible to catch all criminals, and evil always lurks on the fringes of darkness, expanding its reach. In this city, the perverted disciples also fled in chaos. Why does his heart feel so warm?
“You asked me why I didn't say anything to him,” Jian Yao said softly. “I'm afraid he's not ready. I wait for him to come to me.”
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In the silence of the silent night, someone searched, someone waited, and someone desperately hid.
In a dark room among the high-rises of the city, television non-stop broadcast news about ‘Crubber-Kupu’ Killer Case. She shut herself in the bathroom and listened to the water vibrations while immersing her face in her hands.
Foul, foul! All rotten!
The one he killed, the one he loved. And himself.
Suddenly, he lowered his hand. It was as if he had suddenly woken up from a very long and faint dream to discover what he had done.
He looked out the windows, into the cracks in the buildings, at what was hidden behind the dark windows.
There's a pair of eyes in there. Black compound eyes, like the head of death.
It was the eyes of a butterfly, staring straight at him!
Kill, said. Isn't that what we want to do?
