Killer Training Camp 07: Purgatory
T/L Note: I'm going to write phrases in English in Courier font from now on....and maybe change the earlier posts later...
Zhao Hu, who had run to the serious case team for information, ran back empty-handed after five minutes.
"Boss... Boss..." Zhao Hu rushed in like a ghost, "No... it’s terrible."
"It's terrible?" Bai Yutang frowned. "What's the matter?"
"There is chaos on Nishang Street!" Zhao Hu panted. "The officers downstairs are like an army; it’s swarming with the riot squad members. It’s being said that a lunatic threw petrol bombs on Chaoyang Street and slashed people with a knife. It is the same person."
Bai Yutang was stunned for two seconds, then he picked up his coat and shouted, "Let’s go and see!"
When he drove to Nishang Street, he could hear the sound of a wailing sirens. Looking at the situation from afar, he saw fire ahead and smoke billowing.
Bai Yutang's cell phone suddenly rang, and it was Bao Zheng that had called.
"Take your men to Nishang Street right away." Bao Zheng said shortly, his voice quite forceful.
"We’re already there." Bai Yutang hung up after replying.
Zhan Zhao, Zhao Hu and Bai Chi followed Bai Yutang through the police line formed by the riot police. They looked up and were stunned by the sight before them.
They saw a young man covered in blood standing on a towering outdoor stage. There were wounded people lying around him.
The man held a lighter in his hand, stood in the middle of the stage, and looked down on the police officers beneath him. Even though they were far away, they could still smell the pungent smell of gasoline coming from the stage...
The large buildings behind the stage had been shrouded in fire.
"Team Leader Bai!" Xu Kai, the commander of the riot squad, ran up with Ai Hu.
"What is he doing?" Bai Yutang asked Ai Hu and pointed to the seemingly crazy man on the stage in amazement.
"That bar, 'Purgatory' was celebrating its anniversary tonight. They erected an open-air stage, and the man rushed onto it with two barrels of gasoline during the performance. He cut and injured many of the actresses and threw petrol bombs into ‘Purgatory.’”
"Gasoline was poured on those actresses?" Zhan Zhao asked.
"Yes," Xu Kai said, "He hasn’t been talking. He’s just been walking around holding the lighter."
"He has no demands?" Bai Yutang asked.
"No." Ai Hu shook her head. "So far, he hasn't said anything at all. He’s just watching us."
"We can’t shoot him!" Xu Kai said, "It's too dangerous. As soon as the lighter in his hand is dropped, the dozen or so girls will be dead."
After listening to the narrative of the two, Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang raised their heads and looked carefully at the situation.
They saw that the stage was about two meters high and that there were a dozen actresses, dressed in revealing bright red show clothes, lying on the stage. There was blood everywhere, and their bodies were wet with gasoline. The two liquids blended together and snaked across the smooth stage surface. The multicolored spotlights used in the performance cast an ethereal and indescribably sensual atmosphere over the scene through the dancing lights and shadows.
The man was standing in the middle of the stage, wearing a black pullover. His hood had been removed, but his face was unclear because his features had been broken up by the spatter of blood, an interlaced mixture of red and white. He was unusually thin and tall. He looked like an arrogant executioner, stalking back and forth across the stage with his chest raised, his head high and his eyes down. From time to time, he looked at the police under the stage, and his eyes were full of excitement. And on occasion, he looked at the injured lying on the stage, but his face was completely disdainful.
The bar behind him was smoldering with thick smoke, and the neon-flashing sign of "Purgatory" was dazzling in comparison.
Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang stood silently and watched him intently as though with great concentration. They both seemed to be thinking about something, and in their eyes, there was a glimmer of fire.
After a while, they looked at each other.
"Boss, that's him!" Zhao Hu said to Bai Yutang, "I wasn’t wrong."
Bai Yutang nodded, and turned to ask Zhan Zhao, "Kitty, what's your plan?"
Zhan Zhao glanced at the stage again. "The only way is to get him to throw the lighter off the stage on his own!"
"What about you?" Zhan Zhao asked Bai Yutang, "What are you going to do?"
Bai Yutang looked at the thick column of smoke behind the man and said, "It would be good to stop him from the second floor, but only if..."
Zhan Zhao nodded seriously. "I understand. Only if he threw the lighter off the stage."
"Are you going to the second floor?" Xu Kai said, "That’s too dangerous! The whole building is on fire!"
Bai Yutang didn't answer him, but looked at Zhan Zhao, "Kitty, how certain are you?"
"About 50-50." Zhan Zhao took off his coat, leaving only a white shirt.
"Wait a minute!" Xu Kai said, "Just get him to throw the lighter, then the riot police can rush to the stage and subdue him!"
Bai Yutang handed him his coat and smiled, "Yeah, but can you guarantee that he doesn't have a second lighter?"
"Uh..." Xu Kai was speechless.
"Zhao Hu, come with me." Bai Yutang turned and rushed out of the crowd with Zhao Hu.
Zhan Zhao watched the two walk away and said to Xu Kai, "Help me prepare something."
"Anything!" Xu Kai's eyes flashed with faint excitement. The young man in front of him, though he looked naïve, was praised as a genius Doctor of Psychology. What magic could he use to resolve this desperate situation?
Zhan Zhao smiled slightly and said, "I need a microphone and a car higher than that platform!"
"That's it?" The riot squad captain was a little surprised.
"Also." Zhan Zhao said, "No matter what happens, everyone here must listen to me!"
……….
A moment later, a fire truck that was nearly three meters high came in.
Ai Hu brought Zhan Zhao his microphone, and Zhan Zhao pinned it to his chest. At that moment, the phone rang.
After picking it up, Bai Yutang's voice came through, "Kitty, I’ll be ready in five minutes."
"Okay!" Zhan Zhao hung up the phone, climbed to the roof of the fire truck, and turned on the speaker switch.
The crowd was quiet immediately.
Everyone was watching this young man standing on the firetruck, and even the man standing on the stage holding the lighter looked up at Zhan Zhao.
Zhan Zhao saw a trace of anger in the man’s eyes and slightly raised the corner of his mouth into a sneer and said nothing. He looked down at him with scorn and mockery in his eyes.
The man seemed to be provoked and looked up at Zhan Zhao. "What are you laughing at?"
The riot captain and Ai Hu below the truck glanced at each other. The negotiator had been trying to make contact for a while already, but that guy hadn’t even glanced at him. Yet, it was so simple to get him to talk.
Zhan Zhao said without hesitation, "Where have I seen you before?"
"What?" The man froze.
"But I don't remember your name." Zhan Zhao shrugged indifferently. "Because you are too ordinary!"
"What did you say?! Do you dare to say it again?!" Then, using the lighter in his hand, he gestured to a woman next to him, scaring her into screaming.
"Hehe~~" Zhan Zhao sneered, "Why do you hate these women? Because they make you think about your mother?"
"You... how did you know that?" The man was surprised, "Do you know me?"
Zhan Zhao shook his head indifferently. "It's no secret. I have friends who go to school at M University. They say you are the joke of the whole school."
"Shut up! Shut up!" The man's emotions seemed to stir up instantly, and he thrust the lighter in his hand towards Zhan Zhao.
Zhan Zhao waved his hand at him as though he found him laughable. "Be careful. Don’t let go. That thing is the only value you have now."
"What..." The man took a fierce step forward, and said, "Who are you! Who dares to look down on me?! I am special!"
"What? I don't think so!" Zhan Zhao shook his head disapprovingly, pointed to the hand holding the lighter, and said, "Why do you think that hand is so heavy that you can barely hold it up?"
"?..." The man glanced at his hand holding the lighter, which was trembling slightly, "How..."
Zhan Zhao said coldly, "Because you're useless!"
"What?"
"You can't even hold such a weight!"
"Who... who said..." He struggled to raise his hand above his head and said proudly, "Who, who said I couldn't hold it?"
"Your hands are shaking!" Zhan smiled sharply. "Are you a drug addict?"
"No!" The man held his hand firmly, shouting, "I, I didn't take drugs! I wouldn't touch that kind of thing!"
"You have! Your mother left you nothing except for a drug addiction." Zhan Zhao said with regret.
"Shut up! You're not allowed to say anything else! No more!"
"Do you want to know who gave the drugs to your mother?" Zhan Zhao suddenly said seriously, "It's was me!"
"What..." He looked up in horror.
"I knew that drugs would ruin your mother, your home, and you, so I gave them to her deliberately!" Zhan Zhao said with a sneer, "But unfortunately, you have nothing to do with me."
"Yes... it was you! It’s you! I'm going to kill you!" He shouted hysterically.
"You can't hurt me at all! You can't even touch a single hair on my head! If you don't believe me, try it!" Zhan Zhao raised his voice. "You are a drug addict, and soon you will kneel in front of everyone disgracefully. You will beg someone for drugs and you will have no strength at all. Let alone kill me, you won’t even be able to throw a stone at me! "
"You’re bullshitting! I want to kill you! I’ll kill you!"
"Come then! Face me like a man. Don't always be a puppet hiding behind a woman." Zhan Zhao said quickly, "Don’t you have a stone in your hand? Throw it! I'm standing here and not hiding because you’ll never hit me! Throw it! "
"Ah~~~ I'll kill you! I’ll kill you~~~" With his emotions out of control, he swung his hands and feet, and the lighter in his hand quickly flew in a long parabola in the air toward Zhan Zhao's face. Zhan Zhao tilted his head slightly and reached out to catch the lighter. Because it had been near the fire for such a long time, the high temperature of the metal shell on the lighter almost burned his hand.
Xu Kai and Ai Hu, who were still waiting beneath the truck, almost cried out when they saw the lighter being thrown, but when their eyes fell on the roof of the car and Zhan Zhao's face, they couldn't utter a single word.
Zhan Zhao's face was neither excited nor enthusiastic, but full of bitterness and great compassion.
At that moment, there was a loud noise of "Clang~~.” The glass window on the second floor of the bar shattered, and a white shadow flew out of it, throwing the dazed person on the stage onto the ground.
Bai Yutang rolled, stood up and saw that the man had also gotten up off of the ground and was reaching into his pocket...
Without letting him pull his hand out of his pocket, Bai Yutang zipped over and kicked him off the stage. Then, he came down, reached out and grabbed the man's collar, lifted him off the ground, and flung him into the wall fiercely. At the sound of the body hitting the wall, the riot squad officers on the side took a few steps back.
Bai Yutang's face was full of anger, and as he held the man fiercely, he gritted his teeth, "Do you know how many people died inside, you asshole!"
"Yutang." Zhan Zhao, who had already gotten off the fire truck and now stood ten steps away, whispered.
The furious Bai Yutang seemed to calm down instantly. He released his hand and stepped back, letting the man slide down the wall like a mud. The riot police on the side woke up as if they had been dreaming and pulled the perpetrator up and took him back to the police car.
Zhao Hu, who had followed Bai Yutang from the bar, greeted the paramedics and rescued the wounded on the stage.
Bai Yutang took a deep breath before turning around and walking towards Zhan Zhao. As he went, he patted the debris off of his body.
Immediately afterwards, Zhan Zhao turned around and also walked forward to follow Bai Yutang.
Bai Chi stood far away, observing what had just happened. He felt like the blood in his whole body was boiling and every one of his cells was shaking fiercely.
The blood on the scene, the burning buildings and the panicked crowds were like a real purgatory, but these two men who had resolved the entire crisis in an instant just walked forward calmly and left. In the fire and the night, two pure white figures...
Bai Chi's thoughts echoed what Zhan Zhao had said to him not so long ago, "To be a good policeman, you don't have to use a gun! You have the best weapon from heaven!"...
The rescuing of the victims and the firefighting was carried out quickly and methodically under the command of the riot captain. Ai Hu came up curiously and asked, "Dr. Zhan, do you know that criminal?"
Zhan Zhao shook his head. "I don't know him."
"Then how did you know that he was a student from M University and that his mother was a drug addict?" Ai Hu asked curiously.
"Well... I wanted to ask that, too." Bai Chi stepped up and looked with eyes wide open at Zhan Zhao.
Zhan Zhao shrugged, "In fact, most of it was just speculation."
Seeing the crowd still had curious expressions, Zhan Zhao had to explain to everyone, "Earlier, Bai Chi had proved through probability that the man did not attack Qi Le on coincidence, and he looks very young. Thus, it was likely that Qi Le was his classmate. I inferred the fact that his mother was a drug addict from his behavior. He has attacked the white powder girls and the prostitutes several times before, and this time he only cut the women. It’s easy to see that he hates women. Boys at this age hate women mostly because of their mothers. It’s a simple Oedipus Complex. "
Ai Hu and others seemed to understand, and Xiao Bai Chi was even more infatuated. Zhan Zhao coughed awkwardly and tugged at Bai Yutang, saying, "There is something very interesting!"
Bai Yutang was puzzled and saw that Zhan Zhao was handing over the lighter that the criminal had thrown at him earlier. The metal shell was carved with a line of English letters: "Killer Training Camp"
...
"Is it that Killer Training Camp again?" Zhao Hu almost jumped in shock.
Bai Yutang frowned for a moment and said to Ai Hu, "Send the relevant case materials to the S.C.I. team tomorrow, and we will handle the case together."
"All right." Ai Hu agreed.
"Everyone is tired so let’s talk at the Bureau tomorrow morning!" Bai Yutang glanced at Zhan Zhao, "We have to reconsider everything!"
Zhan Zhao nodded, and the crowd dispersed.
After sending Bai Chi home, Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao returned to their apartment.
Since the last case, Bai Yutang had lived in Zhan Zhao’s dormitory.
Zhan Zhao didn't chase him out because of the convenience of his cooking and doing some household chores.
After showering, the smell of gasoline and blood was washed away. Bai Yutang wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom.
On the sofa, Zhan Zhao had fallen asleep holding a book as usual. Bai Yutang was amused. This Cat did this every time.
Bai Yutang took his time and walked closer and looked at the person on the sofa under the soft light of the room. He was sleeping peacefully and free from worry, and with his mouth opened slightly and his eyebrows relaxed, he looked quite childish. Looking down, Bai Yutang could feel the calm atmosphere of his sleep.
Bai Yutang looked at Zhan Zhao's sleeping face quietly for a long time. For just a moment, it seemed as though Bai Yutang was touched by that tranquility, and he reached out to stroke the parted bangs laying on top of Zhan Zhao's forehead. As long as this man in front of him could fall asleep peacefully every night, he could do anything.
He lowered his head and kissed Zhan Zhao’s forehead gently.
Zhan Zhao's long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Bai Yutang smiled and whispered into his ear and said, "Kitty, you are so good and you don't have to do anything or change. I'll be fine."
Then, Zhan Zhao held his blushing cheeks and walked into the bedroom.
In the night when two people are together, they will not be lonely even if they do not have dreams.
Zhao Hu, who had run to the serious case team for information, ran back empty-handed after five minutes.
"Boss... Boss..." Zhao Hu rushed in like a ghost, "No... it’s terrible."
"It's terrible?" Bai Yutang frowned. "What's the matter?"
"There is chaos on Nishang Street!" Zhao Hu panted. "The officers downstairs are like an army; it’s swarming with the riot squad members. It’s being said that a lunatic threw petrol bombs on Chaoyang Street and slashed people with a knife. It is the same person."
Bai Yutang was stunned for two seconds, then he picked up his coat and shouted, "Let’s go and see!"
When he drove to Nishang Street, he could hear the sound of a wailing sirens. Looking at the situation from afar, he saw fire ahead and smoke billowing.
Bai Yutang's cell phone suddenly rang, and it was Bao Zheng that had called.
"Take your men to Nishang Street right away." Bao Zheng said shortly, his voice quite forceful.
"We’re already there." Bai Yutang hung up after replying.
Zhan Zhao, Zhao Hu and Bai Chi followed Bai Yutang through the police line formed by the riot police. They looked up and were stunned by the sight before them.
They saw a young man covered in blood standing on a towering outdoor stage. There were wounded people lying around him.
The man held a lighter in his hand, stood in the middle of the stage, and looked down on the police officers beneath him. Even though they were far away, they could still smell the pungent smell of gasoline coming from the stage...
The large buildings behind the stage had been shrouded in fire.
"Team Leader Bai!" Xu Kai, the commander of the riot squad, ran up with Ai Hu.
"What is he doing?" Bai Yutang asked Ai Hu and pointed to the seemingly crazy man on the stage in amazement.
"That bar, 'Purgatory' was celebrating its anniversary tonight. They erected an open-air stage, and the man rushed onto it with two barrels of gasoline during the performance. He cut and injured many of the actresses and threw petrol bombs into ‘Purgatory.’”
"Gasoline was poured on those actresses?" Zhan Zhao asked.
"Yes," Xu Kai said, "He hasn’t been talking. He’s just been walking around holding the lighter."
"He has no demands?" Bai Yutang asked.
"No." Ai Hu shook her head. "So far, he hasn't said anything at all. He’s just watching us."
"We can’t shoot him!" Xu Kai said, "It's too dangerous. As soon as the lighter in his hand is dropped, the dozen or so girls will be dead."
After listening to the narrative of the two, Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang raised their heads and looked carefully at the situation.
They saw that the stage was about two meters high and that there were a dozen actresses, dressed in revealing bright red show clothes, lying on the stage. There was blood everywhere, and their bodies were wet with gasoline. The two liquids blended together and snaked across the smooth stage surface. The multicolored spotlights used in the performance cast an ethereal and indescribably sensual atmosphere over the scene through the dancing lights and shadows.
The man was standing in the middle of the stage, wearing a black pullover. His hood had been removed, but his face was unclear because his features had been broken up by the spatter of blood, an interlaced mixture of red and white. He was unusually thin and tall. He looked like an arrogant executioner, stalking back and forth across the stage with his chest raised, his head high and his eyes down. From time to time, he looked at the police under the stage, and his eyes were full of excitement. And on occasion, he looked at the injured lying on the stage, but his face was completely disdainful.
The bar behind him was smoldering with thick smoke, and the neon-flashing sign of "Purgatory" was dazzling in comparison.
Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang stood silently and watched him intently as though with great concentration. They both seemed to be thinking about something, and in their eyes, there was a glimmer of fire.
After a while, they looked at each other.
"Boss, that's him!" Zhao Hu said to Bai Yutang, "I wasn’t wrong."
Bai Yutang nodded, and turned to ask Zhan Zhao, "Kitty, what's your plan?"
Zhan Zhao glanced at the stage again. "The only way is to get him to throw the lighter off the stage on his own!"
"What about you?" Zhan Zhao asked Bai Yutang, "What are you going to do?"
Bai Yutang looked at the thick column of smoke behind the man and said, "It would be good to stop him from the second floor, but only if..."
Zhan Zhao nodded seriously. "I understand. Only if he threw the lighter off the stage."
"Are you going to the second floor?" Xu Kai said, "That’s too dangerous! The whole building is on fire!"
Bai Yutang didn't answer him, but looked at Zhan Zhao, "Kitty, how certain are you?"
"About 50-50." Zhan Zhao took off his coat, leaving only a white shirt.
"Wait a minute!" Xu Kai said, "Just get him to throw the lighter, then the riot police can rush to the stage and subdue him!"
Bai Yutang handed him his coat and smiled, "Yeah, but can you guarantee that he doesn't have a second lighter?"
"Uh..." Xu Kai was speechless.
"Zhao Hu, come with me." Bai Yutang turned and rushed out of the crowd with Zhao Hu.
Zhan Zhao watched the two walk away and said to Xu Kai, "Help me prepare something."
"Anything!" Xu Kai's eyes flashed with faint excitement. The young man in front of him, though he looked naïve, was praised as a genius Doctor of Psychology. What magic could he use to resolve this desperate situation?
Zhan Zhao smiled slightly and said, "I need a microphone and a car higher than that platform!"
"That's it?" The riot squad captain was a little surprised.
"Also." Zhan Zhao said, "No matter what happens, everyone here must listen to me!"
……….
A moment later, a fire truck that was nearly three meters high came in.
Ai Hu brought Zhan Zhao his microphone, and Zhan Zhao pinned it to his chest. At that moment, the phone rang.
After picking it up, Bai Yutang's voice came through, "Kitty, I’ll be ready in five minutes."
"Okay!" Zhan Zhao hung up the phone, climbed to the roof of the fire truck, and turned on the speaker switch.
The crowd was quiet immediately.
Everyone was watching this young man standing on the firetruck, and even the man standing on the stage holding the lighter looked up at Zhan Zhao.
Zhan Zhao saw a trace of anger in the man’s eyes and slightly raised the corner of his mouth into a sneer and said nothing. He looked down at him with scorn and mockery in his eyes.
The man seemed to be provoked and looked up at Zhan Zhao. "What are you laughing at?"
The riot captain and Ai Hu below the truck glanced at each other. The negotiator had been trying to make contact for a while already, but that guy hadn’t even glanced at him. Yet, it was so simple to get him to talk.
Zhan Zhao said without hesitation, "Where have I seen you before?"
"What?" The man froze.
"But I don't remember your name." Zhan Zhao shrugged indifferently. "Because you are too ordinary!"
"What did you say?! Do you dare to say it again?!" Then, using the lighter in his hand, he gestured to a woman next to him, scaring her into screaming.
"Hehe~~" Zhan Zhao sneered, "Why do you hate these women? Because they make you think about your mother?"
"You... how did you know that?" The man was surprised, "Do you know me?"
Zhan Zhao shook his head indifferently. "It's no secret. I have friends who go to school at M University. They say you are the joke of the whole school."
"Shut up! Shut up!" The man's emotions seemed to stir up instantly, and he thrust the lighter in his hand towards Zhan Zhao.
Zhan Zhao waved his hand at him as though he found him laughable. "Be careful. Don’t let go. That thing is the only value you have now."
"What..." The man took a fierce step forward, and said, "Who are you! Who dares to look down on me?! I am special!"
"What? I don't think so!" Zhan Zhao shook his head disapprovingly, pointed to the hand holding the lighter, and said, "Why do you think that hand is so heavy that you can barely hold it up?"
"?..." The man glanced at his hand holding the lighter, which was trembling slightly, "How..."
Zhan Zhao said coldly, "Because you're useless!"
"What?"
"You can't even hold such a weight!"
"Who... who said..." He struggled to raise his hand above his head and said proudly, "Who, who said I couldn't hold it?"
"Your hands are shaking!" Zhan smiled sharply. "Are you a drug addict?"
"No!" The man held his hand firmly, shouting, "I, I didn't take drugs! I wouldn't touch that kind of thing!"
"You have! Your mother left you nothing except for a drug addiction." Zhan Zhao said with regret.
"Shut up! You're not allowed to say anything else! No more!"
"Do you want to know who gave the drugs to your mother?" Zhan Zhao suddenly said seriously, "It's was me!"
"What..." He looked up in horror.
"I knew that drugs would ruin your mother, your home, and you, so I gave them to her deliberately!" Zhan Zhao said with a sneer, "But unfortunately, you have nothing to do with me."
"Yes... it was you! It’s you! I'm going to kill you!" He shouted hysterically.
"You can't hurt me at all! You can't even touch a single hair on my head! If you don't believe me, try it!" Zhan Zhao raised his voice. "You are a drug addict, and soon you will kneel in front of everyone disgracefully. You will beg someone for drugs and you will have no strength at all. Let alone kill me, you won’t even be able to throw a stone at me! "
"You’re bullshitting! I want to kill you! I’ll kill you!"
"Come then! Face me like a man. Don't always be a puppet hiding behind a woman." Zhan Zhao said quickly, "Don’t you have a stone in your hand? Throw it! I'm standing here and not hiding because you’ll never hit me! Throw it! "
"Ah~~~ I'll kill you! I’ll kill you~~~" With his emotions out of control, he swung his hands and feet, and the lighter in his hand quickly flew in a long parabola in the air toward Zhan Zhao's face. Zhan Zhao tilted his head slightly and reached out to catch the lighter. Because it had been near the fire for such a long time, the high temperature of the metal shell on the lighter almost burned his hand.
Xu Kai and Ai Hu, who were still waiting beneath the truck, almost cried out when they saw the lighter being thrown, but when their eyes fell on the roof of the car and Zhan Zhao's face, they couldn't utter a single word.
Zhan Zhao's face was neither excited nor enthusiastic, but full of bitterness and great compassion.
At that moment, there was a loud noise of "Clang~~.” The glass window on the second floor of the bar shattered, and a white shadow flew out of it, throwing the dazed person on the stage onto the ground.
Bai Yutang rolled, stood up and saw that the man had also gotten up off of the ground and was reaching into his pocket...
Without letting him pull his hand out of his pocket, Bai Yutang zipped over and kicked him off the stage. Then, he came down, reached out and grabbed the man's collar, lifted him off the ground, and flung him into the wall fiercely. At the sound of the body hitting the wall, the riot squad officers on the side took a few steps back.
Bai Yutang's face was full of anger, and as he held the man fiercely, he gritted his teeth, "Do you know how many people died inside, you asshole!"
"Yutang." Zhan Zhao, who had already gotten off the fire truck and now stood ten steps away, whispered.
The furious Bai Yutang seemed to calm down instantly. He released his hand and stepped back, letting the man slide down the wall like a mud. The riot police on the side woke up as if they had been dreaming and pulled the perpetrator up and took him back to the police car.
Zhao Hu, who had followed Bai Yutang from the bar, greeted the paramedics and rescued the wounded on the stage.
Bai Yutang took a deep breath before turning around and walking towards Zhan Zhao. As he went, he patted the debris off of his body.
Immediately afterwards, Zhan Zhao turned around and also walked forward to follow Bai Yutang.
Bai Chi stood far away, observing what had just happened. He felt like the blood in his whole body was boiling and every one of his cells was shaking fiercely.
The blood on the scene, the burning buildings and the panicked crowds were like a real purgatory, but these two men who had resolved the entire crisis in an instant just walked forward calmly and left. In the fire and the night, two pure white figures...
Bai Chi's thoughts echoed what Zhan Zhao had said to him not so long ago, "To be a good policeman, you don't have to use a gun! You have the best weapon from heaven!"...
The rescuing of the victims and the firefighting was carried out quickly and methodically under the command of the riot captain. Ai Hu came up curiously and asked, "Dr. Zhan, do you know that criminal?"
Zhan Zhao shook his head. "I don't know him."
"Then how did you know that he was a student from M University and that his mother was a drug addict?" Ai Hu asked curiously.
"Well... I wanted to ask that, too." Bai Chi stepped up and looked with eyes wide open at Zhan Zhao.
Zhan Zhao shrugged, "In fact, most of it was just speculation."
Seeing the crowd still had curious expressions, Zhan Zhao had to explain to everyone, "Earlier, Bai Chi had proved through probability that the man did not attack Qi Le on coincidence, and he looks very young. Thus, it was likely that Qi Le was his classmate. I inferred the fact that his mother was a drug addict from his behavior. He has attacked the white powder girls and the prostitutes several times before, and this time he only cut the women. It’s easy to see that he hates women. Boys at this age hate women mostly because of their mothers. It’s a simple Oedipus Complex. "
Ai Hu and others seemed to understand, and Xiao Bai Chi was even more infatuated. Zhan Zhao coughed awkwardly and tugged at Bai Yutang, saying, "There is something very interesting!"
Bai Yutang was puzzled and saw that Zhan Zhao was handing over the lighter that the criminal had thrown at him earlier. The metal shell was carved with a line of English letters: "Killer Training Camp"
...
"Is it that Killer Training Camp again?" Zhao Hu almost jumped in shock.
Bai Yutang frowned for a moment and said to Ai Hu, "Send the relevant case materials to the S.C.I. team tomorrow, and we will handle the case together."
"All right." Ai Hu agreed.
"Everyone is tired so let’s talk at the Bureau tomorrow morning!" Bai Yutang glanced at Zhan Zhao, "We have to reconsider everything!"
Zhan Zhao nodded, and the crowd dispersed.
After sending Bai Chi home, Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao returned to their apartment.
Since the last case, Bai Yutang had lived in Zhan Zhao’s dormitory.
Zhan Zhao didn't chase him out because of the convenience of his cooking and doing some household chores.
After showering, the smell of gasoline and blood was washed away. Bai Yutang wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom.
On the sofa, Zhan Zhao had fallen asleep holding a book as usual. Bai Yutang was amused. This Cat did this every time.
Bai Yutang took his time and walked closer and looked at the person on the sofa under the soft light of the room. He was sleeping peacefully and free from worry, and with his mouth opened slightly and his eyebrows relaxed, he looked quite childish. Looking down, Bai Yutang could feel the calm atmosphere of his sleep.
Bai Yutang looked at Zhan Zhao's sleeping face quietly for a long time. For just a moment, it seemed as though Bai Yutang was touched by that tranquility, and he reached out to stroke the parted bangs laying on top of Zhan Zhao's forehead. As long as this man in front of him could fall asleep peacefully every night, he could do anything.
He lowered his head and kissed Zhan Zhao’s forehead gently.
Zhan Zhao's long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Bai Yutang smiled and whispered into his ear and said, "Kitty, you are so good and you don't have to do anything or change. I'll be fine."
Then, Zhan Zhao held his blushing cheeks and walked into the bedroom.
In the night when two people are together, they will not be lonely even if they do not have dreams.
T/L note: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
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