Pure Darkness

Chapter 90

The man stopped his car at a gas station. He went out and walked to the side of the road to smoke. National highway dust was plastered all over his pure white shirt, but he paid no heed to it. He inhaled smoke, narrowed his eyes slightly and gazed into the distance.

Oi! I am an article!

He had already traveled 200 km and it was already sunset. Henan was far behind him.

He finished his cigarette and threw his butts to the side of the road. He turned around, intending to leave, when he heard the siren of an approaching police car.

Oi! I am an article!

He did not seem to hear that voice as he walked towards the car. Who would have thought the police car also stopped to fill gasoline and parked in the back of his car. He focused his attention on getting into the car and did not glance at the police car to the side. Unexpectedly, a familiar voice called out to him. “Hey, why are you here?”

He froze, and a thousand and one thoughts raged in his head. He looked up, and saw that his weapon was stored in a storage compartment on the passenger side. However, he did not reach for it, but took a deep breath, turned his head and smiled. “ Lao Fang? Why are you here?”

Fang Qing's travel fatigue was reflected on his face, but he looked extremely excited. He looked at Luo Lang with his dark eyes and said, “I'm on duty. How about you?”

The fact is that the butterfly killer escaped north along the way. Fang Qing had made a quick decision to order the criminal investigators to immediately rush to the north and block all the way. However, mother earth is too broad. The killer had plenty of opportunities to leave the car and escape, so they had yet to find him.

Oi! I am an article!

Bo Jinyan, Jian Yao, and the others were all far behind. The car that Fang Qing was in was probably the fastest at the moment.

It was at this moment that Fang Qing's phone rang, and his caller was Jian Yao. He was unable to receive or make calls at the gas station, so he glanced at the screen before rejecting the call, planning to call her back in a moment.

Luo Lang looked at his phone, smiled and said, “I'll be back to Beijing.”

Fang Qing noticed the black jeep he was driving. “Is this your car?”

Luo Lang calmly replied, “This is my client's car registered in Beijing. He wanted to sell it, and asked me to help him drive the car back to Beijing. Since it was only about ten hours drive, I thought I should go back to Beijing.”

Fang Qing uttered a soft ‘oh’ . His partner was still refueling the police car, and he noticed that the front bumper was about to fall. After thinking for a moment, he patted Luo Lang on the shoulder and said with a laugh, “How about this, Lao Luo, I will sit in your car as you head north. I'm not going to keep the truth from you; we're after criminals, but the car that the local police assigned us is useless. Whether we're on a provincial road or a country road or something, this car makes me want to vomit blood. Take me with you for a moment.”

Luo Lang considered it and said, “No problem.”

So, they both got into the car and ran north.

When Bo Jinyan, Jian Yao, and An Yan's cars reached the gas station, they were just in time to see Fang Qing's companion driving the car out. Jian Yao asked loudly, “Fang Qing?” The criminal investigator replied, “He met a friend and left with his car first. Feeling this strange, Jian Yao asked, “Who?” The criminal investigator replied, “His name is Lao Luo; he drives a black jeep.”

Beside him, Bo Jinyan said coldly, “Pursue them.”

A Yan was driving. He looked up, and his face was full of fear. Jian Yao's heart was overwhelmed by an inexplicable feeling. He lifted his eyes and looked at the yellow road that lay before them, dust flying, the sky turning into twilight.

After half an hour of chasing, a black jeep finally appeared in front of them. The car was moving very fast, and it was impossible to see who was inside. It seemed like the car was actually trying to outrun them; it turned a corner and once again shook them.

Inside the car, his hands leaned against the car window, Fang Qing focused all his attention on constantly scanning the road ahead and on both sides, looking for suspicious vehicles. He lowered the window slightly and a gentle breeze blew from time to time. He sniffed, and suddenly said, ” Lao Luo, why is there a smell of blood in your car?”

He leaned his head to look at Luo Lang, only to find that he was not bothered at all. He even took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and pulled out a match to light it up. Then, he replied, “Your nose will not lose to my nose. Isn't that the smell of blood on your back?” Fang Qing was surprised. He looked over and pulled out his shirt. He did see some bloody marks and felt some pain. He might have been scratched by the trees in the forest, but he was completely unaware of it.

He laughed, and said nothing more.

After some time, he suddenly spoke again. “Lao Luo, it's not like that. The smell of blood is on you.”

Luo Lang just looked down slowly and stole a glance to the right side of his shirt. It was completely stained with fresh blood. He looked up again, looked ahead, and continued driving.

The wind blows softly. The two men were silent. After a while, Fang Qing asked, ” Lao Luo, is it really worth it?” Even before he finished speaking, he had taken out his weapon.

Who could have imagined that Luo Lang's actions were even faster than her, as Luo Lang struck Fang Qing's temple with his fist. Fang Qing moved to the side to avoid the blow while simultaneously gripping Luo Lang's arm firmly to prevent further movement. Unexpectedly, Luo Lang's other hand left the steering wheel to reach under the seat, appearing with an iron rod with which he smashed Fang Qing's head. It turned out that this was his intention all along. It came up with a cunning and ruthless attack strategy on the spot, while driving, so even Fang Qing did not have a premonition of what would happen – it was truly an act born of despair. Fang Qing groaned and his head bowed forward. He stopped moving and fresh blood flowed freely from the back of his head. Luo Lang took a deep breath, dropped the iron rod and grabbed the rudder. The car almost hit a cliff. He looked up once more and peered into the rearview mirror. Bo Jinyan's car reappears.

Luo Lang continued to endure the pain from the wound on his chest while the gears on his head turned furiously. How was he going to release Jian Yao and the others without arousing suspicion? At the same time, he looked at Fang Qing – injuries this old friend should not have been fatal. Thinking of this, an unbearable sense of nausea once again flooded over him. He removed Fang Qing's seatbelt and pushed her away from the chair until she curled up in the small room in front. Then, he took out his gun and placed it beside him. He will wait for another car to drive and see how things are going.

However, he did not expect that they did not even greet him. Instead, he heard several shots fired, bullets aimed at his tires. Completely shocked, he turned to look, and seeing Jian Yao in the passenger seat holding a gun, his face was cold and solemn, almost indistinguishable from the clouds of dust flying around him, and shooting at the tires. He felt a tremendous sadness, a flash of confusion and loss, and he knew that it was all over. However, in that split second, he also felt relief from liberation. Isn't this what he always wanted?

As his mind wandered wildly, An Yan stepped on the gas and caught up with him.

In this car, An Yan remained silent, only listening to the order that Bo Jinyan had issued. Jian Yao gripped her gun, and with a hoarse voice amidst the blowing wind, said, “Jinyan, are you sure. .that's it? This Luo dage ?”

Bo Jinyan's voice was very slow, but it echoed with strength coming from a steadfast heart. “Yakin.” He said, “Fang Qing must have known about it and been dealt with by Luo Lang. Continue firing at his tires, force him to stop his car.”

Jian Yao's heart felt extremely cold. Without saying anything more, he raised his gun and shot back at the rear left tire of the jeep. He realized that the other party had never returned fire.

‘Peng’ – target reached! The black jeep began to drift to the side, and the right rear tire let out smoke. There was no way for him to escape!