Pristine Darkness

Chapter 90

Anks: The butterfly killer is finally revealed....and i think we all know who it really is, right?

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Translator: Shl

Editors/ Proofreaders: Anks

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That person stopped the car at a gas station. He got out and walked to the side of the road to smoke a cigarette. The dust of the national highway was plastered all over his pristine, white shirt, but he paid it no heed. He inhaled the smoke, narrowed his eyes slightly and stared into the distance.

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

He finished his cigarette and threw the butt by the side of the road. He turned, intending to move off, when he heard the siren of an approaching police car.

He seemed not to have heard the sound as he walked towards the car. Who would have expected that the police car was also stopping for gas and parked behind his car. He fixed his attention on getting into the car and did not spare the police car a sideways glance. Unexpectedly, a familiar voice hailed him. "Hey, why are you here?"

He froze, and a thousand and one thoughts tumbled through his head. He looked up, and saw that his gun was stashed in the 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 in his face, but he seemed especially spirited. He stared at Luo Lang with his dark eyes and said, "I'm on assignment. What about you?"

The fact is that the butterfly killer fled north all the way. Fang Qing had made the snap decision to order the criminal investigators to immediately rush northwards and blockade all the roads. However, the motherland is too vast. The killer had plenty of opportunity to ditch the car and flee, so they had not found him yet.

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

It was at this time that Fang Qing's cell phone rang, and the caller was Jian Yao. He couldn't 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 while.

Luo Lang eyed his cell phone, smiled and said, "I'm going 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 Beijing-registered car. He wants to sell it, and asked me to help him drive the car back to Beijing. Since it's only ten or so hours of driving, I thought I might as well go back to Beijing."

Fang Qing uttered a soft 'oh'. His partner was still refuelling the police car, and he noticed that the front bumper was about to fall off. After a moment of thought, he swatted Luo Lang's shoulder and said with a laugh, "What about this, LaoLuo, I'll sit in your car as you head north. I won't keep the truth from you; we're chasing down a criminal, but the car that the local police assigned us is useless. Whether we're on the provincial roads or country roads or whatever, this car makes me want to vomit blood. Take me with you for a while."

Luo Lang considered it and said, "No problem."

Thus, the two of them got into the car and raced north.

When Bo Jinyan, Jian Yao and An Yan's car reached the gas station, they were just in time to see Fang Qing's partner drive the car out. Jian Yao asked loudly, "Fang Qing?" The criminal investigator replied, "He met a friend and went off in his car first. Finding this strange, Jian Yao asked, "Who?" The criminal investigator answered, "His name is Lao Luo; he drives a black jeep."