Pristine Darkness

Chapter 122

This is it, folks, the lead-up to the climax! Have you made your guess as to who killed Zhao Jian, yet? You're going to find out who it is in this chapter. In fact, several important revelations are made in this chapter, including a most unwelcome one . . .

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Translator: shl

Editor/ Proofreader: Anks

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Indeed, while the citizens were behind the times, they were not stupid. They had noticed that something big had occurred recently in the small town. Acting on the orders of Buddha's Hand, the organisation's members had already started packing up in order to evacuate the town.

Bo Jinyan had been right, when Buddha's Hand seized control of this little town, they had isolated it, further hindering any contact the locals had with the outside world. If Buddha's Hand continued to occupy the town, the residents would always be left behind, impoverished, and closed off from the world.

Buddha's Hand would have to be pulled up by the roots, and eradicated.

At this time, someone walked from the street corner to the small building where Buddha's Hand lived. White clothes, a familiar, skinny figure, holding a large medicine bag.

"It's the doctor," said Zhao Kun. "He said he was coming back tonight. He must be going to tend to Boss and Qin Sheng's injuries."

Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao were briefly silent before Bo Jinyan said, "Catch up with him!"

With the passing of time, Jian Yao's heart had calmed down. The shock that she had experienced on first seeing that 'J' had been superseded by cool-headed analysis.

Luo Lang was the butterfly killer; there was no need to doubt this. The 'J' at the scene of Feng Yuexi's murder had been left by him.

Moreover, with his temperament, he would never associate with the masked killer.

Therefore, there was only one answer ---

Handwriting could be imitated, to say nothing of the words written in blood on the wall, since they were unable to distinguish between true and false at this time. That had to be the work of the second masked killer, in order to distract them and disrupt their state of mind.

Thus, it was just as Bo Jinyan said: this was a puzzle which looked very complicated, but was actually simple.

However, when the three of them walked into the inn, Jian Yao could not help the chill that permeated her heart, because she knew that they were drawing even closer to the masked killer. Perhaps they were only one step away from the final conclusion.

When they had knocked on and opened the door of Song Kun's study, the first thing that greeted them was the faint odour of medicine, mixed with the fragrance of tea. It was pitch black outside the window, but the room was blazing with light. Song Kun was half lying on a taishi chair*. His shirt had been loosened to bare his shoulder. Wen Rong, in a white doctor's coat that was not too clean, was standing at his side, head bent as he carefully tended to his wound. Qin Sheng was sitting on one side, waiting his turn.

*功夫茶 (gong fu cha) - a very concentrated type of tea drunk in Chaozhou, Fujian and Taiwan. Gong fu, sometimes translated as kung fu (think 'Kung Fu Panda'), refers to martial arts.

Song Kun and Wen Rong looked at them. Song Kun's expression was reserved, while Wen Rong smiled, and nodded genially towards them.

Bo Jinyan, Jian Yao and Zhao Kun sat down calmly. Zhao Kun took a cup of tea and sipped it. Bo Jinyan rested his hands on his knees and said, smilingly, "We've gathered some clues from the scene of the crime and are here to report to Boss."