Lan Yin Bi Yue

Capítulo 14

"Maybe."

Ray changed the subject: "So, how's university?"

Julie didn't want anyone to know about her terrible situation at school, so she asked Ray instead, "You became a fisherman?"

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Ray smiled and said, "Yes, the prophecy has finally come true. I've become my father."

Julie was somewhat surprised: "I thought you didn't know him."

Ray shook his head and said, "He works on the ship, that's all I know."

At dusk, the crimson sunset cast its rays across the sea.

Ray accompanied Julie on a walk. This was the closest they had been to each other all year.

“I’ve thought a lot about what happened last summer… I know you hate me and think I should take responsibility.” Ray tried to speak to Julie in a calm tone. He knew it was over between them, but seeing Julie again today, he suddenly realized that he still cherished their relationship.

Julie said coldly, "I didn't. I take responsibility for what I did. I don't hate you, but I don't want to either."

I'll be your friend again.

After saying that, she turned and ran away.

Ray watched her retreating figure silently, frozen there like a statue, motionless.

Max was the only one in the ice cellar, where huge blocks of ice gleamed with a faint blue light.

Max hung the hook on the ice, then carried the large basket of crabs to the stove and tossed them into the pot one by one. The boiling water splashed out and scalded him, causing Max to cry out in pain. He then sullenly went to fetch another basket of crabs. His mood was truly terrible today. He had been inexplicably threatened by that madman, Barry, during the day. Although Barry had vowed not to let him off, given the Barry family's power and status in the area, Max knew he couldn't do anything to him and would probably have to avoid him from now on.

So it wasn't surprising that when he returned, he didn't notice the hook hanging on the ice was gone. All that remained was a shallow dent made by the hook's tip in the ice.

As Max was putting the sea crabs into the pot, he suddenly sensed something.

Looking up, the steam rising from several large pots filled the entire ice cellar, making it almost impossible to see anything.

Perhaps it was just his imagination. Max looked down again, and a dark shadow approached him. As soon as he looked up again, the missing hook caught him from below, lifting his head up and then slamming it down.

Fresh blood spurted from his throat.

Max was dragged across the workbench, leaving horrifying streaks of blood that slowly flowed into the boiling cauldron, bubbling and gurgling.

As dusk settled, Barry drove his BMW along the seaside avenue to the gym. The car had long been repaired, and there was no trace of the collision it had suffered.

Barry focused intently on hitting the punching bag, each punch delivered with practiced skill and power. He wasn't as indifferent as others might think. It was only at times like this that he used the force of hitting the punching bag to release the pressure within him.

Barry was covered in sweat. He was taking off his clothes to take a shower when he suddenly heard the door creak open, as if someone had entered the gym. Barry asked, "Who is it?" But no one answered.

But as Barry was enjoying a hot shower, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure moving past the bathroom door. Suspicious, Barry quickly finished his shower, wrapped himself in a towel, and came out. From a distance, he saw something stuck in the drawer.

Barry ran over and found it was a Polaroid photo. The photo showed his car parked outside, and on the white border below, it said in capital letters: I know.

Barry felt a sense of unease. He looked up and glanced around, but there was no one else in the locker room. He checked the rows of lockers, but under the bright lights, he could only see his own shadow. Barry walked back, puzzled, but then he suddenly saw that his locker door was open. Barry rushed over.

"Damn it, my jacket!" He realized his most beloved garment, which had been hanging there a minute ago, was gone. Who dared to openly provoke him? Was it Max coming for revenge? Was this guy crazy?

Barry hastily threw on some clothes, hurriedly walked to the door, and asked the manager, "Is anyone else in the gym?"

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The old man looked up from his newspaper, glanced at him, and slowly replied, "Just you and me."

Just then, the sound of a car starting up came from outside the door.

Oh no, it's my car! Barry's heart skipped a beat. He rushed out the door and, sure enough, saw the BMW start up and drive backwards. Barry angrily chased after it, but the car continued to reverse rapidly. Then, suddenly, the car came to a stop.

Barry, panting heavily, blocked the car and gritted his teeth, saying, "Max, you're fucking dead."

The BMW's headlights suddenly flashed, blinding Bai Rui. Bai Rui froze for a moment, then suddenly realized what the driver was about to do. The driver slammed on the gas, charging straight at Bai Rui, clearly intending to run him over. Bai Rui turned and ran, but the car relentlessly pursued. Bai Rui struggled to run in an S-shape, but the driver's skill was superior; instead of losing control, the car closed in even further. Finally, as Bai Rui ran past a pile of shipping containers, the car suddenly swerved and slammed into them, the containers tipping over and crushing Bai Rui.

Barry was bleeding profusely from his head and was severely injured, unable to move an inch. He lay on the ground groaning in pain, a man dressed in rain...

The fisherman in the clothes came into his sight.

Barry cried out in panic, "Help! Help! Someone help me!"

The fisherman approached Barry, whose collar was turned up high and whose hat brim was pulled low. Looking up at him, it was as if he had no face at all, just a mass of black.

"What...what do you want?" Barry asked, though he was afraid, his tone was still very firm.

The fisherman slowly pulled a fishhook from his pocket and drew an arc in the darkness.

Barry's words softened; he needed to save his life first, and a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. So, he pleaded in a low voice, "Yes..."

"I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean to."

Although he couldn't see the fisherman's face, Barry was certain that he was staring at him coldly.

The phone rang incessantly. The reception area on the second floor of the hospital was bustling with nurses, police officers, and all sorts of patients.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Julie rushed out. Helen and Ray, who had arrived earlier, came down the corridor to greet Julie.

Julie asked anxiously, "What happened?"

“I’ve fucking said it forty times: I didn’t see a face!” Barry answered Julie’s question impatiently from his hospital bed.

Julie said anxiously and seriously, "We have no other choice. If someone wants to kill you, you must call the police."

"Actually, she had wanted to do this for a long time."

“No!” Barry firmly rejected the suggestion. “He didn’t want to kill me last night; if he wanted to, he would have done it already.”

"He's playing us." In Barry's view, the situation hadn't escalated to that point yet. No matter what, the police couldn't find out! And he was determined to personally drag this guy out and see who was so bold as to dare to act so arrogantly towards him.

"Who?" Helen asked nervously.

Barry shook his head: "I don't know, the person in the oilcloth raincoat."

Upon hearing this, Ray, who was standing alone by the window gazing into the distance, turned around and said with a hint of disdain, "Then narrow down the scope..."

"Yes, this is a fishing village."

Barry suddenly seemed to remember something and said suspiciously, "Since you brought it up... you have a raincoat."

Ray was extremely embarrassed and speechless for a moment. He looked up at Julie and felt that there seemed to be another meaning in her eyes. He couldn't help but feel nervous and angrily yelled at Barry, "Don't push it on me."

Just as Barry was about to retaliate, Helen nervously glanced towards the door and interrupted them: "Please,"

Don't do that.

"This is no use." Julie was also annoyed. It was already very dangerous. They didn't even know who their opponent was, and their own people had already started fighting amongst themselves.

Barry kept his mouth shut. He couldn't stand Ray's attitude towards him, as if he were mocking him for being treated so badly first, and Ray had always been acting strangely, as if he was intentionally avoiding them.

Ray thought for a moment, then hesitated before saying, "Perhaps we should tell the truth."

“No, a promise is a promise.” Barry stared intently at Ray, warning him not to do anything foolish.

Julie exclaimed, "This is insane! This secret will kill us!" She had already been thinking about this for a year.

After countless struggles, now that someone has come knocking, there's no time to hesitate any longer.

“I’m not going to the police station, and neither are you,” Barry stopped the other idiot. Since he hadn’t turned himself in before, going now would be even more pointless and would only make his crime more serious. He absolutely did not want to spend the rest of his life in prison.

Julie, however, held a completely different view. She believed that this might be their last chance, and only the police could help them in this dangerous situation: "To put an end to this might save our lives."

"What did you do? That wasn't an accident, it was murder. You said it, remember? Murder!" Barry emphasized the word heavily to bring Julie back to her senses. From the moment they disposed of the body, they were destined to bear the consequences.

Julie was speechless, caught off guard by those words. She understood, and she didn't want to go to jail either. No one in the room spoke; the four young people were in a state of confusion and bewilderment.

“Find this bastard and fight him one-on-one,” Barry said suddenly, his teeth itching with hatred.

Ray sneered, "Like last night?" He really couldn't stand Barry's arrogance and domineering attitude, otherwise...

Things wouldn't have gotten to this point.

"Go to hell!" Barry was so angry that he straightened up and almost went over to punch him.

“No, Barry is right,” Helen, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, “He won’t call the police.”

We'll talk to him.

Perhaps due to a lack of courage, or perhaps because they still harbored a sliver of hope, they looked at each other and did not immediately dismiss the idea.

Barry was the most supportive, and he immediately asked, "How do we find it?"

Helen analyzed, "He must be a relative or friend of the person who was hit..." Then she turned to Julie and asked,

What was his name again?

Julie was in great pain, and after struggling for a long time, she finally managed to say the name: "David Egan."

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“Yes, David Egan.” Helen nodded.

That's how it's decided.

Julie, Ray, and Helen hurriedly left the ward.

Ray, standing beside Julie, said, "We should keep an eye on Max; it could be him." He was clearly still not very familiar with the situation.

I agreed to go find David.

“Then find him and prove Barry is wrong.” Julie was exhausted. She said impatiently and pressed the elevator button.

"No, I want you and me..."

"Listen carefully, there's no 'you' and 'me' between us." Julie interrupted him impatiently before he could finish. Then, without looking back, she pushed open the door and went down the stairs.

Helen glared unhappily at Ray, who was always contradicting her, and chased after him.

The living room in Julie's house was brightly lit.

"I can go online and access the library to find the information we need." Julie sat in front of the computer, typing rapidly.

"David Egan..."

Many pages popped up all at once.

Helen asked, "Is all of this related to David Egan?"

Julie nodded, looking at the screen and reading aloud, "Yes, retrieve the information about his name... July two years ago."

On the 4th, what was the report? ...Susie Wells drowned...The car went out of control and plunged into the water; she was trapped inside, but the driver, David Egan, was unharmed.

“I remember that wreckage,” Helen said immediately.