Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 124 A Ray of Morning Sun

"So in the end...did he find the truth?"

Jin Ping'an's words seemed to be directed at both Ai Liang and himself.

Ai Liang replied calmly, "Found it."

Jin Ping'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his expression softening considerably.

Ai Liang looked at Jin Ping'an, who subconsciously relaxed his fists, and added, word by word, "Afterwards, he found his only blood relative in a highly decomposed, mountain-like mass grave by relying on clothing and DNA testing."

Jin Ping'an was shocked, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

Not hearing the happy ending he longed for, he couldn't help but bite his chapped lips, and the glimmer of light in his eyes dimmed even further.

After digesting the information in those words, Jin Ping'an belatedly realized what was happening.

He asked, trembling with fear, "A mountain of...corpses?"

In his panic, Jin Ping'an also searched his memory for when such a major event had ever occurred in Asia Union.

In Asia, apart from Nevada, any public death toll of five or more would cause a huge uproar. The sight of thousands of corpses piled up together was a horrifying event that had only occurred in ancient times.

"That's right, mountains of corpses."

Ai Liang directly used the adjective "piled up like a mountain": "This happened seven years ago in Nevada City, so you should understand now."

"According to him, just looking at the surface of the mass grave, there were at least one or two thousand people."

"But there's no news coverage of it..."

Jin Ping'an was unwilling to believe that such a shocking thing could happen in Asia Union, and he subconsciously wanted to deny Ai Liang's statement.

"What was Nevada called five years ago?" Ai Liang asked.

"...the city of sin."

Jin Ping'an paused for two seconds before answering.

Do you think the Asian Union will expose the public opinion surrounding the modern-day mass grave?

"……Won't."

Having just experienced the harsh realities of society, Jin Ping'an spoke slowly.

It's worth noting that even the missing persons cases he was investigating could be suppressed, let alone the mass graves involving thousands of lives.

Thinking of this, Jin Ping'an's mood became even heavier.

How much darkness in this world is there that he doesn't know about?

"The individuals you are investigating may not be that outrageous, but you should also be prepared that all the victims are no longer alive. Of course, the criminals in Qianhua City shouldn't be that brazen."

Ai Liang stepped out of the ATM and gazed at the pale light on the horizon.

"So even so, are you still going to continue the investigation? Anyway, no one is forcing you to investigate, and those people (censorship) are also keeping silent, so you don't need to push yourself so hard."

If you want to back out now, it's not too late; I can return the 100,000 yuan to you.

With her back to Jin Ping'an, Ai Liang used words to persuade him to give up the investigation.

"Don't try to persuade me anymore. I will get to the bottom of this."

Jin Pingan shook his head and said, "This is not only to give the victims justice, but also to give an explanation for my own insistence."

Since he had chosen to investigate and had gone through tremendous resistance for more than a month, he naturally wouldn't give up just because of Ai Liang's few words.

"Suit yourself. I promised to find you an assistant, so don't bother me again, understand?"

Ai Liang seemed completely unconcerned about Jin Ping'an's feelings, speaking in a very casual tone.

"Could you tell me the name of the assistant?" Jin Ping'an asked solemnly.

After learning about the brief story of the helper from Ai Liang, Jin Ping'an felt nothing but respect.

Regardless of the assistant's motives, he is undoubtedly a respectable person for daring to investigate an event involving the deaths of thousands.

"Names are not important."

Ai Liang didn't turn around to look at Jin Ping'an's expression: "You can just call him 'messenger'."

After saying that, he headed straight home.

Jin Ping'an stood there, watching Ai Liang's figure gradually disappear into the distance until it vanished from his sight.

He just stared quietly at the east for a very long time.

The sun climbed above the horizon, casting a golden glow on Jin Ping'an's face.

He looked up at the rising sun on the horizon, covered his face, and slowly chuckled.

It started with soft chuckles, which gradually turned into loud laughter.

As I laughed, tears started streaming down my face.

Jin Ping'an took out a tissue from his bag to wipe away his tears and snot, and walked in the opposite direction from Ai Liang.

This time, the steps were firm and powerful.

…………

After parting ways with Ai Liang, Jin Ping'an spent the entire day at the copy shop organizing documents.

Last night, those thugs threw all the information he had compiled down the drain.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to organize the intelligence I have collected over the past month before meeting the messenger.

If a month's worth of intelligence were all crammed into a single day, that would be a terrifying situation.

Even though I have a lot of things in my head, I can only type out a small portion because of my slow typing speed.

Therefore, Jin Ping'an could no longer worry about the details at this point, and could only write down the important information, supplementing the rest with explanations during the interview.

When he hurriedly ran out of the copy shop and got into a taxi to the city center, there was less than an hour left before the agreed meeting time.

"Could you drive a little faster, sir?"

Jin Ping'an sat in the back row, a file bag tucked between his arms, glancing at his phone every now and then, looking extremely anxious.

"Young man, I've told you so many times, this is already the fastest speed in the city."

The driver looked at the pointer hovering around the number sixty, feeling quite helpless.

If it weren't for the fact that this kid was carrying documents and looked like he had something important to say, he would have already given him a piece of his mind.

Of course, if he were willing to add another thousand-dollar bill, speeding wouldn't be out of the question.

Anyway, you can find a traffic police officer you know to avoid getting a ticket.

The driver was secretly delighted. He had always heard about other drivers encountering wealthy and powerful people, and today it was finally his turn.

The driver glanced at the anxious Jin Ping'an through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but recall the dashing manner with which Jin Ping'an had casually raised a gold banknote when he got into the car.

Thinking of this, the driver's initial impatience softened.

It's about making a living.

"Young man, we must obey traffic rules. Speeding in the city is very dangerous. If you get caught by the traffic police, you will be penalized with points and fined."

The driver kept the car speed at around 58 km/h while chatting with Jin Ping'an.

However, he emphasized the word "fine" in the last sentence much more strongly.

"I'll pay your fine!"

Jin Ping'an was worried that being late and breaking his promise would leave a bad impression on the messenger, so he casually pulled out a few crisp hundred-yuan bills from his bag and slapped them onto the armrest box.

The driver was instantly excited by the smell of ink emanating from the banknotes.

"Ahem, you seem to be in such a hurry, it must be something important! Don't worry, I'm always happy to help people out, even if it means getting fined and points deducted, I'll get it delivered to you ahead of schedule!"

The driver kept his eyes on the road ahead, gripping the steering wheel with one hand. Instinctively, he swept his hand across the table and stuffed a wad of cash into his pocket.

The car's speed, which had been hovering around 60, began to increase.

ten minutes later.

Jin Ping'an hurriedly got off the car, clutching the file bag.

The driver turned off the car, leisurely lit a cigarette, and then dialed a number.

"Hey, Brother Wang, are you free tonight? I'd like to treat you to a drink... Oh, not really, it's just been a while and I wanted to catch up... Okay, it's settled then, I won't bother you with your work now."

After finishing a cigarette, the driver took out the fare Jin Ping'an had given him and counted it with a happy expression.

This one order today will last for several days.

(End of this chapter)