Pure Darkness
Chapter 72
Jian Yao did not expect to receive Luo Lang's phone call this time.
Oi! I am an article!
The stars are rarely seen in the night sky as police cars move along the road. Bo Jinyan sat next to Jian Yao. He received a call and said, “Halo, Lao Luo?”
Fang Qing, who was driving, heard it. An Yan helped sort through the data at the main city station, so there were only three people in the car.
Oi! I am an article!
It was extremely silent at the end of Luo Lang's path, as if he was in an empty and silent location. He gently asked, “Jian Yao, how busy have you guys been in these past few days?”
Jian Yao replied, “Still fine. The case is developing.”
“Does that butterfly killer give you a headache?”
Jian Yao asked, “You've also heard of it?”
Oi! I am an article!
“Ya, it's on television.”
“Ya.” Jian Yao sighed and continued, “Other people have just died.”
“You will catch the killer,” Luo Lang gently asserts.
Jian Yao smiled. “Uhm. Why did you call in the middle of the night? Did something happen?”
“What else is there besides me worrying about you two. Anyway, I think you guys are investigating, and that you work all the time*. So, I might as well call you right now. From your voice, you sound like you are excited. Don't stay up too often. Especially Fang Qing, tell him, the man who stayed up late caused damage to their bodies. ”
*T/N (zhou ye dian dao) – turn on. day and night reverse
In an instant, Jian Yao raised her head and said, ” Lao Luo said you can't stay up too long, it harms the body.”
Fang Qing smilingly replied, “Good. What the hell is he doing? It's midnight and he hasn't slept. She shouldn't accompany her boyfriend?”
Luo Lang heard him on the other end of the phone and replied, “I broke up with my girlfriend a few days ago, it started to get boring. I was also on a business trip outside the capital; it might take a while before I returned to Beijing. When I come back, I'll meet you guys to eat. ”
Jian Yao said, “Sure. See you.”
After hanging up the phone, Fang Qing laughed brightly as he said, “This boy, don't tell me he dumped a post-90s girl again?”
*T/N 90 ⁇ – refers to people born between 1990 and 1999, post-90s generation. This generation has its own characteristics. More information here.
Jian Yao smiled faintly. “You've guessed it.”
Fang Qing said, “F **k, let's humiliate him together, then.”
The night wind gushed gently through the window. Jian Yao gradually mastered her smile. After he did, he realized that Bo Jinyan, who was sitting beside him, remained silent. Since the two of them had cried while in the office before, Jian Yao's eyes were still slightly red. Even though he was wearing sunglasses, his cheeks were still slightly flushed.
Jian Yao observed it. Who knew, he immediately noticed it, and asked, “Luo Lang?”
“Ya.”
He sat down without moving or talking. In that posture, he looked rather cold and stiff.
Suddenly, Jian Yao recalled the previous incident, also in the car, when she received Luo Lang's phone and easily called him as ‘Luo dage ‘. As a result, Bo Jinyan looked rather displeased. He had asked if she was jealous, but she denied it. Then, quickly, he persuaded her to call him ‘Jinyan gege ‘.
“We are just friends,” Jian Yao explained gently.
“I know,” answered. After that, he had a slight smile on his face.
He is always direct in showing his happiness or unhappiness. Jian Yao felt her heart melt, and said lightly, “You are not by my side, and I should always be with friends.”
He clasped his hand and said, “Uhm. I also have An Yan by my side. ”
Fang Qing looked straight ahead at the night sky and the lit street lights. He had an attractive smile on the corner of his mouth, but his heart was heavy.
They've made peace, that's good.
Two people who truly love each other will not be able to stay apart for even a second or a second longer.
But, what about him? Him and his daughter?
——
His body was found in an abandoned building by the roadside. Currently, the clock shows at four in the morning. The initial reduction was that the time of death was in the early hours, between 2 and 3 a.m
Fang Qing parked the car on the side of the road. Another police car had surrounded the dilapidated building in a nearly impenetrable circle. Jian Yao looked up and realized that the neighborhood of Nie Shijun was right across the street; it was even possible to see the residential roof of the neighborhood from this location. Bo Jinyan had previously concluded that this location would be the killer's main activity site, and not the park. Turns out he was right.
Bo Jinyan also stepped out of the car. He took a moment to feel the light and sound of the traffic around him. Obviously, this road is pretty busy. Even in the middle of the night, cars are always there. Seeing his contemplative appearance as he stood on the street and leaned on his staff, Jian Yao became somewhat dazed.
“Is there a traffic light in front?” She asked.
Jian Yao replied, “Yes, about 20 meters ahead. How do you know?”
He only smiled faintly and turned to face across the street, intending to cross over. Then, after a heartbeat, he extended his hand towards her. Jian Yao was stunned for a split second before she placed her hand on his.
So nothing really changed. Just then, that night, he extended his hand to her for the first time.
A few years later, he would stand on this path and extend his hand to her once more.
But this time, he was in the lead. He clasped his hand and walked slowly forward. No one knew that he was holding his hand even tighter. When he looked down, he could see his thin and reserved figure.
The noisy intersection suddenly became quiet. Fang Qing and Shao Yong, who had already crossed over, watched over them.
“You can hear it?” Jian Yao asked, referring to the existence of the traffic light.
A small smile was attached on Bo Jinyan's lips as she replied, “Uh-huh.”
Hearing this, Jian Yao felt a surge of happiness. He reasoned that Bo JInyan had gradually gotten used to being blind and even diligently used her sense of hearing in place of her sense of sight to make conclusions. Although this was a very simple change, he felt that this was very important to Bo Jinyan's life essence.
He recovers, he is calm and comfortable with himself, he does his best to maintain control over the important aspects of ‘ke-Bo Jinyan’.
——
It is an empty and sparse room, probably built in the eighties, that has yet to be demolished. The paint on the doorway and the walls peeled off, and the trash scattered on the ground. So, it's usually just the bums that linger here.
The lights are broken too. Jian Yao and Bo Jinyan let go of each other's hands as they walked through the doorway. Jian Yao and Fang Qing walked in front, Bo Jinyan's walking stick tapping lightly on the ground as she followed them.
The deceased was in the room.
He's a middle-aged bum.
The most striking sight taken by the flashlight beam was two lines of English written in red paint on the wall, followed by a corpse on the ground.
‘You will never be able to catch me!’
“There will be one more.”
His English words were arrogant and domineering, and red paint dripped from his letters, making him seem extremely evil.
The body on the ground was the same as Nie Shijun. A thin and frail homeless man was about 1.6 meters tall with bruises wrapped around his neck, his hands tied to his head with ropes, and his ankles tied. The ground beneath his body had been cleared of debris so that there was a clean section, and butterflies with red-patterned black wings had been painted there. A Papilio anrayo .
Jian Yao and Fang Qing joined the intensive examination at the scene, while Bo Jinyan stood still in the corner. At a certain point, when Jian Yao looked up and saw him, she stared blankly for a moment. Then, he walked up to her and said softly, “The deceased is lying on the ground about 1.5 meters in front of you. .”
Bo Jinyan said, “Good once.”
“This time, the butterfly has been painted more thoroughly. Before, there were some rough edges and stains, but this time the painting was very neat and neat as if it had been printed there.”
“He finally enjoyed the process,” Bo Jinyan said. “Write on the wall. .”
“Written with great carelessness,” replied Jian Yao. He suddenly thought and pulled her against the wall, then held her hand, put on a glove, and touched her gloved fingers to those words. In this way, he traced words, character after character. The whole process is done in silence. The moonlight shone through a nearby window, and she could smell the scent of her hair as she lowered her head.
After he traced all the words, Jian Yao looked at him and asked, “Is it clear?”
He replied, “Clear.”
Jian Yao smiled briefly before asking, “What else do you want to see?”
“Bring me to see the remaining furniture in this place.”
Jian Yao nodded and grabbed his hand once more and led him to touch the items, explaining as he did so, “The deceased is a tramp who definitely made this place a temporary refuge. There were many empty bottles in the corner, and there was a dirty cotton-coated mattress on the floor. There is also a small coal stove, and a very worn iron pan. .”
