Chapter 127:

She turned to look at Qiu Sijin, but saw this originally shy and innocent girl, showing an unknown smile. So Jian Yao knew that everything was in disguise, from the first day they set foot in this small town.
Jian Yao was shocked.
Wen Rong's default ... Mask Killer No. 3.
He has been there, even spying on all their whereabouts. Until now, he was finally showing his profile.
Who is he?
However, at this moment Jian Yao's mind is very firm. Jian Yao raised his gun and aimed Qiu Sijin: "Where is he?"
Qiu Sijin didn't care, but said with a smile: "Everything is going according to his plan. Jenny, you still have the last chance to stop the disaster and stop my hometown from being destroyed. You know Zhizizhou, which was Park Luo once, why was this city abandoned many years ago? "
"why?"
"Because ..." Qiu Sijin lay there, raised his head, and smiled sternly. "Those so-called experts predict that a large-scale mudslide disaster will happen here and destroy the entire city. This was once the brightest pearl on the Jinsha River. But because of a word, the entire new county that has just been built has been moved away, and here, it has become a waste city every day. Everyone has left, leaving only more than a hundred people who are unwilling to leave the hometown of their grandparents. I am also here Born. But after so many years, the devastating debris flow in the prophecy never came. I met him three years ago, and I accidentally fell into the river, and he saved me ... "
Jian Yao slowly asked: "Who is he?"
Qiu Sijin smiled, but did not answer, but said, "Jenny, there is something more important that you need to do. Only you can stop it, because now he only cares about you alone ... he puts arms All of the explosives were buried in several mountains. Tonight, it will be the biggest rainstorm in ten years. And he will ignite explosives in the mountains during the heaviest rain. That predicted a devastating landslide of sixty years And mudslides, maybe coming ... "
Jian Yao's heart slowly tightened: "What then?"
Qiu Sijin raised her blurred eyes and looked at her: "Jenny, will you stop him? Less than half an hour before his detonation time. Only you can stop him in this world. If not, After the explosion, maybe the entire town will be razed to the ground. The hundreds of indigenous people who live here forever will be buried in the ground overnight. But maybe this is our destiny ... "
...
Jian Yao has been thinking along the way.
I think everything they experienced after they came to town was replayed in their minds. Think of every sentence that Bo Jinyan said to Wen Rong about the third person in the small building just now.
She also knew that what Qiu Sijin said was probably a trap. She wouldn't necessarily change the big picture by leaving alone. However, as a criminal policeman, at this juncture, she bet on the lives of hundreds of civilians, she actually had no choice.
Her heart was even quiet. She remembered what she had heard, just like when Bo Jinyan was captured by the flower ogre for the first time. What did Tommy do at the time? Actually it is not profound. He just held a schoolboy holding a school bus, and then asked Bo Jinyan if he would exchange with him. The clever fruit is like Bo Jinyan, and the choices he makes are simple. He said nothing and replaced those children with himself ...
Mud under his feet, in front of Jian Yao, there was a row of dark and straight woods, which was also close to what Qiu Sijin called "his" hiding place.
The rain was so heavy that it was so loud that Jian Yao could hardly hear any other voices.
The flashlight's light is white and white, penetrating the rain and fog, and can only illuminate a short road ahead.
Jian Yao stunned.
Obviously had been soaked and cold, but the whole body's blood seemed to rush into the head at this instant.
Her flashlight passed over one of the trees, and then stopped again, slowly moving back again.
There are words on the tree.
Is the engraved word. One stroke at a time, clear strokes. That clear and familiar.
"J".
If we say that the blood character "J" seen in the home of the gang member who died before is similar to the handwriting on the scene of Feng Yuexi's death, it is not enough to determine that he is definitely a person. Then this J, that sharp pen, the slight branch, that crazy bone ... will never be the second person, it is a person, it is ...
The rain blurred Jian Yao's eyes, she reached out and wiped them, then opened her eyes again. Seeing the J again, since we boarded the beach of this small town, all the clues that have been neglected in my mind are suddenly as clearly visible as the chanting ...
The tattoo on A Hong's arm is a crooked J! Therefore, in the rolling river like that, the bergamot's nest position is extremely secretive. A young man Ahong, but unreasonably successfully brought her and Bo Jinyan here.
I met Qiu Qijin for the first time. She stood by the door. On the wooden door, there were scribbles like elementary school students. There was a row of English letters from A to J. Just write J and it's gone.
J at the scene of Zhao Jian's death.
Qiu Sijin whispered softly: Hi, Jennny. Everything is going according to his plan.
...
But why didn't he show up until now.
What does he want?
Is he ... unable to show up?
Because of a serious injury? acquaintance? Or is it unwilling to be an enemy?
...
Excluding all the impossible answers, the remaining results are the only truth, even if incredible.
Jian Yao looked up.
She heard someone's footsteps behind her.
"Jenny." He called. His voice was low and familiar.
Jian Yao turned her head, and in the heavy rain and dark night, she saw Luo Lang's sad and gloomy eyes like abyss.

The main attack was launched.
The SWATs were divided into multiple groups and acted at the same time. Under the attack of the mask killer, the core hand was already smitten. Now it loses its command, such as scattered sand in the same pan, and it is even less powerful.
The civilians were frightened when they saw this situation, all squatting with their heads in both hands. They were also controlled and protected by the police.
Bo Jinyan, Fang Qing and An Yan acted separately. Bo Jinyan took four or five people alone to find Jian Yao. Fang Qing led an assault team to continue hunting down the fugitives on the mountain. An Yan followed the team and continued to evacuate and appease the masses in search of the missing fish.
A big curtain slowly unfolded during the black rainy night.