Love Me if You Dare: Pristine Darkness

Bo Jinyan said "Oh" softly.

Jian Yao was also frosty. After a moment of silence, she took his hand: "I'll take you to 'see'."

The latest and outermost corpse is a man. The corpse showed a preliminary state of decay, and the visual death time was more than 1 month. His clothes were intact, a half-old camouflage. On the feet are pairs of off-road boots.

The man was tall and square, with sharp faces. It looks like he's in his early forties. Jian Yao noticed that his bones were thick and looked like he was staring dead.

The butterflies behind him were mad, gorgeous, and graceful.

"He is not an ordinary person," Jian Yao told Bo Jinyan of his instinct. "He must have been killed for a reason."

Bo Jinyan put on gloves, touched the corpse's fingers and bones, nodded, and said, "Call the forensic doctor to see if there is anything abnormal on him."

As a result, the forensic doctor quickly observed that the man had several aged stab wounds, and he was very severely injured. Not left by the murderer, it should have been.

"Somewhat interesting." Bo Jinyan concluded.

The second body was also a man. He died more than a year ago and has become a dead body. Although he is of medium build, he is also very strong. The right phalanx was broken, and there was an old gunshot wound on the right shoulder.

The butterfly behind him was pure black, sullen and quiet.

The third man died earlier and was more air-dried. Wearing a nose ring, wearing a brand name, with three large gold chains. There was also a wooden box underneath, full of gold bars from Bank XX.

"Check if these bars are stolen." Fang Qing whispered to the police.

The fourth corpse was a woman. Like Feng Yuexi, she had a whole body and looked at the bones in her thirties. But her posture of death was even more humiliating, her legs folded and spread. Head is raised, hands folded on the chest. In the wooden box below her body was a section of withered human organs, identified as being cut from a man.

Beside her was a man in his fifties, but in a bowing posture, bowing his head. A vital organ as a male was cut away.

...

By the ninth, tenth, and eleven corpses, things were different.

Their deaths were more than ten years old, with elderly people in their seventies and young men and women in their twenties. The butterfly pattern behind them was also blurred, and they were not "nailed" on the wall, but hung, without iron nails in their bodies. At first glance, it is particularly peaceful.

But if you take a closer look, you will be more thrilled. Because they were actually cut into a dozen or eight pieces, the entire body was stitched together ...

"That is to say, the victim's death in the early stage is different from that in the later stage." Jian Yao said.

"He is constantly evolving, mature, and stable," Bo Jinyan said. "His abnormality is getting deeper and deeper."

The last one surprised everyone. Because he was the youngest, he was initially identified as a teenager by forensic science, and was the youngest of all the victims.

The dead boy was also chopped into many pieces, neatly dressed and serene. The butterfly behind is no longer clear.

On the ground under his feet, not far from the first three bodies, there was an incense burner. The incense burner had been filled with ash, and there were four incenses that had already been burned out. On the ground in front of the incense burner, there are still traces of paper that has been burned.

...

Jian Yao thought, wouldn't the real butterfly killer be the victim of the murder that Chen Jin had witnessed? Then Chen Jin was so scared that the fart flowed into urine, and this scene went deep into the memory. Chen Jin was also attacked by the murderer, but was survived because two companions arrived.

An Yan, who was standing silent in the corner, suddenly looked up: "I found out who bought the entire area around 10 years ago."

All looked at him.

An Yan: "His name is Hu Qiyong, born in Shishi. He was born on April 29, 1965. He was a vagrant in the 1980s. He was jailed for many fights and robbers. He also spent 7 years in prison in 1981 for robbery. He was sentenced to death in the first instance for depriving his political rights of life and executed in court for his involvement in killing the deputy captain of the Luan City Interpol Brigade, the meritorious Interpol Jian Jian and his parents. "

Fang Qing froze for a moment, thinking, and said, "That is to say, someone used this dead person to buy this place? In the 1990s, China's household registration system was not highly connected and incomplete. It is a rural wasteland. It's very easy to achieve. And in this way, it avoids the risk of this land being used for development ... "He paused, turned to look at Jian Yao, and started a cold sweat.

An Yan is still unknown, so she looks to Jian Yao.

Jian Yao's eyes were wide, her face was white, her hands were clenched into fists.

But she had a hand on her shoulder. Bo Jinyan said to the crowd: "Jian Ye is the father of Jian Yao, my father-in-law."

——

It was already dark.

The sky was dense and lonely outside the window. Jian Yao sat in the temporary conference room of the guest house at the foot of the mountain and kept thinking.

At the round table not far away, the criminal police were still tracing the night. Clues are like flames, burning hot.

"The identity of the victim No. 1 has been quickly verified. Because he is a wanted A-class wanted by the Ministry of Public Security, he fled and disappeared half a year ago."

"I'm going! Enough! The bandit was killed by a serial killer!"

"Victim No. 3 is also wanted by the Ministry of Public Security!"

"So is No. 2! Missed for 3 years!"

"Nos. 4 and 5 are fugitives. After killing the man's original wife and father-in-law, the two ran away with money! I never expected such a fate!"

"No. 7 is also a fugitive, guilty of **** and homicide."

...

"The old man on the 10th is an ordinary person. He is a city person. He disappeared 12 years ago. His family has been looking for it but he couldn't find it."

"Boy No. 12 is also an ordinary person. He was only 15 years old. He disappeared for many years. His family had been looking for him and thought he had been trafficked. I didn't expect to bury him on this mountain not far away."

...

Jian Yao's tears suddenly fell, and those vague, distant, warm, and sorrowful memories all rushed into her heart, and it was difficult for herself to hold herself. Afraid of being seen, she got up and walked to the window, covering her face so that no one would notice.

Someone gently hugged her from behind. Jian Yao wiped away her tears immediately, and just when she wanted to speak, Bo Jinyan said, "Sometimes, I really want to take a time machine to see what Xiao Jianyao looks like."

Jian Yao bowed her head and said nothing.

But he smiled again and said, "Ah, it must be a brave, kind, clever, and a little stubborn little girl-I have full arguments. Your stubborn temper is now exposed in nature. So small, you can be in your father's Under the guidance, protect yourself and protect your sister. You have a talent for fighting crime since you were a child, just like me. We really have a natural pair. "

Jian Yao burst into tears with a smile.

Bo Jinyan held her hand, rubbing it gently in the palm as usual, and said, "One of the views in child psychology is that the temperament of all children is actually set before the age of 6. A Person, what kind of person he will eventually become, the environment and education before 6 years old have been decided. Although in the long life after that, father is missing for you. But I am sure that in life He gave you the best companionship in the first and most important stage. I know that it is precious to you. "

Jian Yao's tears couldn't stop falling. She noticed that she was crying fiercely, and there were other policemen next to her. Bo Jinyan had nothing else to hide. She simply pulled up the curtains and enveloped both of them. Then take a look and pat her back.

Cry, my little wife.

I know this is the deepest wound in your heart. Even to me, you rarely mention it. Now the wound was finally opened, in an unexpected way. And how should we face it?

"Don't be afraid to face your wound squarely," Bo Jinyan said softly in her ear. "The bravest person, even with tears in his heart, must seek truth and answers under the wound."

Jian Yao was shocked, looking up at him, looking at the sunglasses on his face, his thin face, and the crutches he placed by the wall.

She reached out and hugged him tightly.