Pristine Darkness

Chapter 115

In this chapter, Jian Yao and Bo Jinyan come to their final conclusion on the motivation of the masked killer, and also draw up a profile of the police officer Zhu Tao has buried undercover in Buddha's Hand. And then, they set their plan in motion . . . Are you ready?

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Translator: shl

Editor/ Proofreader: Anks

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Jian Yao's gaze was as clear as water.

Bo Jinyan continued, "Although all that he did stemmed from his psychopathic personality, his role-playing personality, his stubborn disposition . . deep in his heart, he directed the masked killer case, as well as Han Yumeng's revenge case. There must be some reason prompting him to do this. Tell me, what is he looking for?"

Jian Yao stared blankly without saying anything.

In her mind, all manner of details about these two cases started to appear . . .

A grieving man who avenges his dead wife;

Kidnapped girls who had all been separated from their loved ones;

He brought only Han Yumeng with him when he went out to sea, but he never killed her, he kept her constantly by his side, drifting for several years . . .

Han Yumeng returned to hurt the man whom she had once loved the most;

Fu Ziyu and Han Yumeng were killed together;

The masked killer was hiding in the dark and sniggering;

. . . . . .

She was trembling violently, and she even remembered that night in the warehouse. Bo Jinyan had lost his footing and plummeted, while she hung in the air, crying, and fainted away.

. . . . .

"Love," Jian Yao pronounced slowly and emphatically. "Has he really been using these past few years, all that blood, to search for love?" This thought had arisen unbidden in her mind, despite the logic of her deduction being unclear.

Bo Jinyan did not mock her in the slightest, but simply smiled slowly. "Yeah. What he's looking for is an earth-shattering love. He is fascinated by it because he has never possessed it, because his heart has always been lonely. Thus, he is deeply fascinated."

"However," Bo Jinyan said, as the thread of the conversation took a sharp turn, "why his heart is so lonely, why he so desperately wants to experience affection, as if by so doing he can find himself, how all this caused his sense of self-abasement and arrogance - this is something we cannot discern at the moment. Only by truly entering the heart of this individual can we uncover his secrets."

Jian Yao was overwhelmed by emotion and had no way to verbally express what she was currently feeling. The faces of those few people floated in her mind, but which one was their target? That evil, ruthless, timid, psychologically abnormal man?

"Where we are concerned, our opportunity is . . ." Bo Jinyan continued, "we came here due to an entirely unexpected turn of events. Even the masked killer was unprepared for us. Therefore, he has had no time to hide, and must continue to show us his true, unconcealed self. Then, in this game featuring Buddha's Hand as the playing field, we will see who wins the first chip."

Jian Yao nodded forcefully.

The two of them fell silent for a while. The river water slowly glided against the pebbles by their feet, then retreated. Just like this deep, quiet night, with its surging, dark undercurrent.