Chinese online short story 罪恶有痕 Traces of Sin 50 (Intermediate to Advanced)

When Liu Mingtian and Zhao Kaifeng entered the farm house, they found Ke Yong had already been shot dead.

[simplified Chinese]
罪恶有痕 50

 

不一会儿，农宅的正门大开，刘明天在听到耳迈里的指示后对赵凯峰摆摆头，“走吧，到我们了。你得有点心理准备。”

赵凯峰会意地点点头，胃里一阵发紧。

他俩进入农宅的时候，法医已在他们前一步赶到。大家关注的焦点是离厨房最远的一间卧房。

透过因火药和催泪弹而变得污浊的空气，赵凯峰一眼认出了坐在墙角的柯勇。带着橡胶手套的法医正给他做检查。他半睁着眼睛，手里还握着一只手枪，已没有生命迹象。

 

[vocab table]

 
Chinese     Trad.     Pinyin     English Definition

耳迈
   

 耳邁
    er3 mai4     earphone

污浊
   

 污濁
    wu1 zhuo2     dirty

橡胶
   

 橡膠
    xiang4 jiao1     rubber

迹象
   

 跡象
    ji4 xiang4     sign; indicator

 

[pinyin]
 zuì’è yǒu hén 50

 

bù yīhuìr， nóng zhái de zhèngmén dàkāi， Liú míngtiān zài tīngdào ěr mài lǐ de zhǐshì hòu duì zhào kǎi fēng bǎi bǎi tóu，“ zǒu ba， dào wǒmen le。 nǐ dé yǒudiǎn xīnlǐ zhǔnbèi。”

zhào kǎi fēng huìyì dìdiǎn diǎntóu， wèi lǐ yīzhèn fā jǐn。

tā liǎ jìnrù nóng zhái de shíhou， fǎyī yǐ zài tāmen qián yī bù gǎndào。 dàjiā guānzhù de jiāodiǎn shì lí chúfáng zuìyuǎn de yī jiān wòfáng。

tòuguò yīn huǒyào hé cuīlèidàn ér biànde wūzhuó de kōngqì， zhào kǎi fēng yīyǎn rènchū le zuò zài qiángjiǎo de kē yǒng。 dài zhe xiàngjiāo shǒutào de fǎyī zhèng gěi tā zuò jiǎnchá。 tā bàn zhēng zhe yǎnjing， shǒulǐ hái wò zhe yī zhǐ shǒuqiāng， yǐ méiyǒu shēngmìngjìxiàng。

 

 

[traditional Chinese]
罪惡有痕 50

 

不一會兒，農宅的正門大開，劉明天在聽到耳邁裏的指示後對趙凱峯擺擺頭，“走吧，到我們了。你得有點心理準備。”

趙凱峯會意地點點頭，胃裏一陣發緊。

他倆進入農宅的時候，法醫已在他們前一步趕到。大家關注的焦點是離廚房最遠的一間臥房。

透過因火藥和催淚彈而變得污濁的空氣，趙凱峯一眼認出了坐在牆角的柯勇。帶着橡膠手套的法醫正給他做檢查。他半睜着眼睛，手裏還握着一隻手槍，已沒有生命跡象。

 

 

[English translation]
Traces of Sin  50

Not long after, the front door of the farm house was wide open. Liu Mingtian gestured to Zhao Kaifeng to go in upon hearing the order from his earphone. “Let’s go. It’s our turn now. Stay cool.”

Zhao Kaifeng nodded in understanding. He felt the stress in his stomach.

When the two of them entered the farm house, forensic investigators were ahead of them. People’s attention focused in one bedroom that was furthest from the kitchen.

Through the fuzzy air that smelled smoke and gunpowder, Zhao Kaifeng recognized the sitting figure at the corner to be Ke Yong. Forensic investigators were checking on him with gloved hands. His eyes was semi-open. A handgun was still clutched in his palm. He was dead.