When He Comes, Close Your Eyes [Ding Mo]

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Roof top.

Bo Jinyan stands up.  He reaches his hand out to help Jian Yao to stand on her feet.  They look at the words on the ground together.  Bo Jinyan looks proud of his handiwork. 

Unfortunately, his scribbles and thoughts don’t seem to make any sense to her.  She needs a little explanation to the visual ‘feast’ that is in front of her.  

But she is used to it.  She leans on his chest and compliments him: “You are amazing!” 

Bo Jinyan curls his lips into a smile.  

“Now, can you explain it to me?”

“Ur….  of course.”

He starts to point out his new discoveries: 

“The first point, and the most important one.  For a serious psychopath, the part of his fantasies that is most important for him is not to look back at his past, or show his hatred or retaliation. It’s how to express the desires that are hidden deep within his heart. For them, this is the most rewarding part of their crime.  

But when No.1 is ‘showing us his life’, where did he hide this important element?”

Jian Yao thinks to herself. Sun Yung fantasied about being a killer machine.  Zhang Cheng imagined he was killing US spies, both are a type of heroism. 

What does No.1 desires in life?

Therefore, he confuses the police and Bo Jinyan with the different killing methods.  The real him is hiding somewhere.  

“Second point.  He hates women.  So the question is, why did he plunder the man’s self-worth, but not the woman’s?”

Jian Yao can’t work this out.  

Bo Jinyan continues: “The third point.  When he was torturing the man, he used duct tape to cover his mouth.  Why did he not let him speak?”

Jian Yao answers subconsciously: “Because he doesn’t want to hear his voice?”

Bo Jinyan sweeps her a glance.  He says faintly: “All his actions, even those he didn’t consciously planned, has a reason.  Why did he not want to hear the man’s voice.  I can’t work this out at the moment.”

Jian Yao is quietly thinking.  Well, looks like there arestill a lot of unanswered questions.  

“The fourth point.  Why did he take away the grey hair from the old man as a souvenir?  If it’s to symbolise his control over life and death, should it not be some other organs or blood?  After all, that would definitely excite him more.  But he took away hair.”  

Jian Yao answers without much thinking: “Grey hair represents time, vicissitudes of life.”

Bo Jinyan looks at her with his bright eyes: “Correct.”  He says in his low voice.  Jian Yao is pleased to receive a praise from him.  She smiles sweetly: “Thank you.”

“The last point.   Why did he have to go through so much effort to dump the bodies in four different locations?  Why not leave them in the same place? It would have saved him a lot of hassle.”

Yes.  These are good questions.  Perhaps the answers will lead them into a new dimension.  Once they are able to make sense of these points, they will be very close to the truth.  

Bo Jinyan holds her hand and starts to walk to the lift.  

“There must be some connection between the four victims.  We need to find out what it is.” He says, “So, our next job is -“