Chapter 123
Jian Yao’s heart sank as Wen Rong pronounced these words. As expected, Song Kun’s expression changed. He looked at the three of them and asked, slowly, “What did you say?”
“I said . . .” Wen Rong smiled gleefully as he continued, “the husband-and-wife team before you is not Smiling Snake or whatever, but the renowned criminal investigation specialists, the Ministry of Public Security’s Professor Bo Jinyan, and his wife, Jian Yao. Every serial killer with even an iota of learning on the Ministry’s records has heard of his great name, and prays to never fall into his hands. Apart from you wild bandits at the border. Anyway, he was even able to deceive the flower cannibal, so, that he was able to trick you into going around in circles is no shame. Moreover, his eyes are fine, otherwise he would not just have been able to dissuade both Jian Yao and Zhao Kun – the police officer – from drinking the tea — naturally, I don’t know what his real name is. Do I need to say any more? My dear Simon King, was Gu An deceived in this way, thinking that you were blind, and therefore getting killed?”
The muscles in Song Kun’s face were twitching as he glared at Bo Jinyan. “Is what he says true? Are the three of you . . . really police officers?”
Jian Yao and Zhao Kun remained silent as they held their guns steady.
Bo Jinyan muttered under his breath. Unexpectedly, he smiled, and ignoring Song Kun, he looked at Wen Rong and said, “Since you’ve shown all your cards, I am not going to beat around the bush, either.” He took off his sunglasses and tossed them onto the table. A pair of clear, bright eyes, harbouring within them a depth of tranquility that seemed to reflect the vastness of thousands of mountains and lakes, gazed at everyone.
Qin Sheng exhaled slowly, momentarily at a loss as to whether he should be pointing his gun at Wen Rong or at Bo Jinyan and the others. Song Kun’s voice dropped abruptly as he growled, “You’re also a police officer?!” The question was directed at Zhao Kun.
Zhao Kun’s face flushed slightly while a myriad of emotions flashed across his eyes. He said, “Yes, I am. I’m sorry, Boss.”
Song Kun was briefly silent before he burst out into low laughter, sounding like a wounded beast.
“So, it turns out that Gu An was wrongly killed,” Song Kun said slowly.