‘But what,’ Chen said after thinking for a while, ‘if you discover that there are no spirits? No demons. That the past has only shaped you like an image and the spirits are part of yourself. Don’t you then try to extinguish yourself? In that case, is your cleansing not self-mutilation?’
Xin lowered his eyelids. The conversation was taking a turn that fascinated him.
‘What have you burned?’ asked Chen.
He wondered how to explain it to Chen, so that he would understand Xin’s greatness. But suddenly he heard something. Footsteps in the corridor. ‘Another time, honourable Chen,’ he whispered.
He walked quickly back to the sofa and turned on the automatic trigger. Now it was happening. One false move from Chen, and his body would be shredded. The footsteps came closer.
Then the door swung open and—
Yoyo saw her father sitting on the chair, facing the muzzle of the rifle. He didn’t move, only his eyeballs turned slowly towards her. She sensed the tension in Daxiong’s massive body beside her and stepped inside, clutching the little computer in her right hand. In the background the hitman rose from the edge of the sofa. He too held something in his hand, gleaming and flat.
‘Hello, Yoyo,’ he hissed. ‘How lovely to see you again.’
‘Father,’ she said, ignoring him. ‘Are you okay?’
Chen Hongbing attempted a crooked smile. ‘In the circumstances, I would say so.’
‘He’s fine as long as you stick to our agreement,’ Kenny said. ‘The automatic trigger has been activated. Any movement by Chen will kill him.’ He held the remote control in the air. ‘Of course I can operate the trigger too. So whatever you were planning, forget it.’
‘And where do we go from here?’ growled Daxiong.
‘First shut the door behind you.’
Daxiong gave the door a shove. It fell silently shut.
‘And now?’
Kenny turned his back on them and glanced out of the glass façade at the back. He didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry. Yoyo shivered and held up the computer.
‘You wanted this,’ she said.
The hitman looked outside again for a moment. Then he turned towards them.
‘Let’s say yes for the time being.’
‘Yes or no?’
Yoyo was gradually getting nervous, but she tried not to show it. Something must have gone wrong. Why was it taking so long? Where was Jericho?
‘Well?’ Kenny nodded encouragingly at her. ‘I’m listening.’
‘I’ve got a few things to clear up first.’
‘I think I remember that we discussed everything clearly.’
She shook her head. ‘Nothing’s clear yet. What guarantee do we have that you’ll let us live?’
Kenny smiled like someone experiencing an anticipated disappointment ‘Spare us this, Yoyo. We’re not here to negotiate.’
‘True,’ snorted Daxiong. ‘Do you know what I think? As soon as you have what you want, you’ll waste us.’
‘Exactly,’ nodded Yoyo. ‘So why should we tell you anything if you’re going to kill us anyway? Maybe we’ll take a few secrets with us to the grave.’
‘I gave you my word,’ Kenny said very quietly. ‘That should be enough for you.’
‘Your word wasn’t worth much this morning.’
‘But we can play the game another way too,’ he went on, ignoring her remark. ‘No one has to die straight away. Look at your father, Yoyo. He’s a brave man, who isn’t afraid of death. I can’t help admiring him. I wonder how much pain he can bear.’
Hongbing uttered a croaking laugh. ‘You’d be amazed,’ he said.
The hitman grinned.
‘Boot up your computer. Get the encrypted file up on the screen and throw it over to me. You have no options left, Yoyo. Just your faith.’
Damn Jericho, she thought. What’s going on? We can’t keep this bastard hanging on much longer. Where are you?
Jericho cursed. Until a moment ago it had gone smoothly – almost too smoothly. While Yoyo and Daxiong were on their way to Chen, he had spoken to Tu and managed to break open the weapon chambers of the airbike. He had chosen a high-velocity rapid-fire automatic laser rifle that lay heavy and secure in the hand, started the engine and flown the machine unimpeded to the agreed meeting point.
They had met not far from number 1276 for a quick briefing.
‘It’s the eighth building along.’ Yoyo had pointed down the street. ‘The back yards are all the same, with lawns and trees and a path connecting them. It’s the left window side, fourth floor.’
‘Good,’ Jericho nodded.
‘Have you brought my computer?’
‘Yes. Daxiong too?’
‘Here.’ The giant had handed him a rather ancient-looking computer. Jericho transferred the fragment of encrypted text to it.
‘Can I have mine back now?’ asked Yoyo.
‘Of course.’ Jericho had put her computer back in his pocket. ‘When all this is over. It’ll be safer with me until then. Kenny mustn’t get the chance to take it from you.’
She said nothing, which he took as a sign of assent. He had looked from her to Daxiong and back again.
‘All okay?’
‘So far, yes.’
‘You go into the flat in five minutes exactly.’
‘Okay.’
‘And I’ll be there straight after, and get his back to the wall. Any more questions?’
They both mutely shook their heads.
‘Good.’
In five minutes.
That was now! And he was still standing on the corner of the street, because the airbike had suddenly started behaving like a diva who refused to go on stage, however much you cajoled her.
‘Come on,’ he snapped.
This part of Hongkou was entirely residential, and Siping Lu was a feeder road, several lanes wide. There were hardly any shops, or restaurants either. The pavements were correspondingly empty, since the Chinese, even forty years after Deng Xiaoping’s legendary opening up to the West, showed no real liking for strolling as the French, Germans and Italians did. The traffic flowed quickly along, spanned by pedestrian bridges at regular intervals. Because most commuters had been at their desks since the early hours of the morning, the volume of vehicles remained relatively small. From the central strip separating the lanes the massive pillars of the future maglev elevated highway rose and threw long, menacing shadows. A small park with a lawn, a pond and a little wood occupied the opposite side of the road, where old people, divorced from time, practised qigong. It was like watching two films running at different speeds. Against the backdrop of the slow-motion ballet, the cars looked as though they were travelling faster than they really were.
No one paid Jericho any attention in his audible dispute with the airbike, in which he spoke and the machine remained stubbornly silent.
The seconds flew by.
At last he interrupted his monologue and dealt the vehicle a kick in the side, which the plastic casing absorbed so silently that it amounted to an insult. He feverishly ran through the alternatives. As he did so, he went on mechanically trying to start the airbike, so that he was still brooding when the rotors of the turbine suddenly began to turn and the familiar hiss climbed the scale of frequencies, higher and higher, until it finally invited him to fly as if there had never been a problem.
‘Fine,’ said Yoyo. ‘You’ve won.’
She crouched down and slid the little computer along the floor towards Kenny. When she stood up again, her eyes met Hongbing’s. He seemed to be asking her forgiveness for the fact that he could contribute nothing more towards solving her problems than to sit there frozen. In fact, Kenny’s perfidious arrangement even kept him from throwing himself at the man who was threatening his daughter. He wouldn’t make the first metre. Nothing would have been gained.