Wen Han stood before Fu Ming, her chest heaving violently.
Just a moment ago, she saw, with her own eyes, Fu Ming feeling for the gun at his waist. In that instant, when her mind was still in a blank state, she had torn over. She had not even had the time to grab a chair and could only do that one action.
And then what? ... She had not even thought about it.
Fu Ming's eyes narrowed, the look in them dangerous as he glared at Wen Han and leapt abruptly to his feet. Wen Han was so terrified she took a couple of backwards steps. Cheng Muyun grabbed Fu Ming's arm and twisted it, pinning Fu Ming down fiercely into the floor with a thud.
In the candle's light, he saw the gun at the back of Fu Ming's waist. Without a word, he yanked it out and flung it far away.
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"It is no use killing me. You should know clearly that even if I were to die here, there are still others who will continue watching the four of you until the mole is found." He leaned forward, stating this softly by Fu Ming's ear.
Fu Ming wanted to struggle, but was utterly unable to move. "I know. You arranged everything a long time ago."
"If you know, then keep your silence." There was no warmth at all in his voice.
"I really had not thought that, ten years later, the first thing you would do when you came back was to place me within the boundary of the ones you are hunting." Fu Ming's face was pressed against the ice-cold floor. "Cheng Muyun, how many times have I been through life and death with you?! How many years has Chen Yuan willingly protected you?! Xiao Zhuang is only nineteen!" As he spoke, he twisted his head around. "I don't know who that Zhou Zhou is to you, but Zhou Ke, who died in Nepal, was only twenty-two! You suspect us? You suspect the few of us?!"
Fu Ming's voice had already become scratchy.
"Yes, I suspect the few of you," Cheng Muyun very straightforwardly answered.
Yes, everyone unconditionally trusted Cheng Muyun. And he had personally, from amongst those brothers who gave him their unconditional trust, pulled out four suspects.
Could this be considered another form of betrayal? He did not know.
He was not a saint.<>Please support the original translation at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com instead
He knew only that a small minority had to be sacrificed in order to protect the large majority—even if this small minority was all from his core group, his closest brothers.<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.
From downstairs, there was a flash of firelight.
It was not certain what those sadhus were doing. They had lit a fire and begun chanting sutras.
This sudden bonfire in the deep hours of the night, as well as those mantras of a foreign land that she could not understand, caused the atmosphere in this place to feel even more eerie.
Wen Han was trying with all her might to digest what they had said.
Each sentence had contained important information.<>Please read this at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com
Four people had made their appearances here: Zhou Zhou, the one who had chased after Cheng Muyun's footsteps from Kathmandu all the way to here and who very much bothered her heart; Xiao Zhuang and Fu Ming, the ones who had helped her on the train; and also Chen Yuan, the one who had exchanged banters with Zhou Ke in the middle of that night in the valley...
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Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世，黑白影画)
General FictionWen Han has arrived in Nepal on vacation and, as a Buddhist believer, also a pilgrimage. But very shortly after entering the borders, she runs in again into someone she had had one encounter with six months ago, hundreds of miles away on the far-off...
