Pristine Darkness

Chapter 104

Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao experience their first face off with notorious Buddha's Hand. How will they explain their presence at these deserted docks with a dead body in the back seat of the car? Leave it all to our capable Professor Bo . . .

The hearts of the PD Team are with all those affected (virtually the entire world, now), and especially with the medical personnel who are heroically doing what they can with what they have. Please keep safe at this time, everyone! As a meme puts it, the medical personnel are not at the front line, we all are - the 'battle' begins with us. Stay indoors, wash your hands frequently, and read on!

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Translator: shl

Editor/ Proofreader: Anks

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It was evening, and a dusky gloom filled the space between earth and sky. There was no sun as it had sunk behind the mountains. There was also no rain. Just a cold wind blowing through the dock.

Bo Jinyan got out of the car. When those men saw him fumbling with his walking stick, and his sunglasses, they were taken aback. Jian Yao hid her gun behind her, at her waist, before she also got out of the car.

The enemy is strong and we are weak, it is inadvisable to engage head-on. Be pragmatic and react according to the situation.

However, Jian Yao felt as if her heart was shrouded by layers of stifling haze. Because, their current opponents were not psychotic killers, but psychologically normal criminals. To be honest, this was not a field they were familiar with or good at. It should be noted that what intelligent detectives most feared encountering was not a similar level of intelligence, but unhesitating violence. Wasn't it precisely this that caused the masked killer gang to attack the Special Cases Unit the previous year?

A disheartening thought flashed through Jian Yao's mind: surely she and Bo Jinyan, who had caught so many terribly vicious and evil major criminals, would not die at the hands of these insignificant nobodies? Jian Yao instantly pulled herself together. The hairs on her body stood on end, and she readied herself to spring into action at any time.

But, very soon, Jian Yao discovered she was wrong. Intelligence is not afraid in the slightest of encountering the shallowness of violence.

That intelligent person would simply display his usual arrogance in overseeing all living creatures and toy with those cruel and violent people, whom he would hold in the palm of his hand. Along the way, he would toy with them increasingly, toy with them with arrogance and prudence, and no one would be able to stop him.

Their opponents were headed by a man 28 or 29 years of age, with a comb over, ruggedly built, with small eyes and thick lips. He wore a cowboy vest which showed off his arms. There was a tattoo on his left arm. Jian Yao observed him briefly and thought that he was someone whose strong appearance masked his actual weakness, but was still quite astute. He first looked at Bo Jinyan for some time before glancing at their car licence plate. Then, he asked, "You are . . ."

And so, that's why it's sometimes said that one's life and death are separated by just a hair's breadth, and the moment of opportunity is fleeting, flashing past in the twinkling of an eye before disappearing. It's only a matter of whether you have the agility to catch hold of it. However, this ordinary criminal is facing the most extraordinary criminal psychologist.

In Jian Yao's mind, there seemed to be many strings, all of which were being continually plucked - he doesn't know their identity! They must have come here with a motive; they have arranged to meet someone here! Were they going to meet the gangster who drove the car here? Is that why he was driving so frantically? Was he expecting help? However, at first glance, these people are hired thugs. No matter what gang they are in, their status will not be high.