Chapter 8: The Race Between Good and Evil (2/2)

But the question remained: why did Jiangbei Daggers return after ten years? Why did he kill Grandpa? Was Grandpa killed by the same murderer from ten years ago? Or was it a successor of some sort?

This case was wrapped in a thick fog of mystery and questions, a fog so thick it was almost impenetrable. At the time, I could simply make no sense out of all the information I had.

“Was that fat man who was killed last night the same Zhang Bao who escaped ten years ago?” I asked.

“The very same man, yes,” answered Officer Sun, nodding.

“I think I get it now,” I said, “Jiangbei Daggers had returned to put the question in front of Grandpa again…”

“Oh, you think so?” asked Officer Sun. “Do you think your grandfather might have solved the mystery of Jiangbei Daggers’ killing method?”

“I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head.

Officer Sun sighed and got up to his feet. He put a big hand of his on my shoulder and said, “Kiddo, I am partly responsible for your grandfather’s death. If I didn’t persuade him to help us with the case ten years ago, none of this would ever happen. Now that he’s gone, I hope you could concentrate on your studies and live a good life. Forget about all this and just move on. Let me be the one to catch the bastard. I promise you that I’ll never stop hunting him down until the day that we got him!”

“Officer Sun,” I said, “I want to ask you a favor.”

“What is it?”

“When the day comes when Jiangbei Daggers is at work again, please let me know. I want to be the one to catch him with my own hands!”

“But…” Officer Sun hesitated.

“My grandfather was able to force him into a corner ten years ago, this meant that the knowledge and skills that the Song family possesses made us the nemesis of Jiangbei Daggers. My grandfather had passed on everything he knew to me, so now it is my duty to drag him to justice myself!”

“You little brat,” he said, “are you saying you don’t trust the police?”

I made no reply to that. After a few seconds of pregnant silence, Officer Sun suddenly burst into laughter.

“Like grandfather like grandson,” he said. “Very well. When the day comes, I will let you know.”

I turned solemn, bit my lip and swore to myself—the next time I meet Jiangbei Daggers, I would show him what I, Song Yang, was capable of!

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