I'm not sure how the author split up the series into 3 books, but this review is for the middle 1/3 of the story, from chapter 61-120. This covers all of the Macbeth arc and part of the next Verkhovensky arc.
**Warning: Spoilers Ahead**
The Macbeth arc was all right. Probably my least favorite arc so far, since it involves a lot of messy family drama for a high profile family, but the concept of using suicide drivers as a tool for homicide was interesting. There are still a lot of open points unresolved from this arc, mainly around the group/individual who's behind the driver's daughter's murder and also the murder of the criminal who killed her.
So far I'm loving the Verkhovensky arc. Not only are we finally getting somewhere with the mysterious criminal group that seems to be the mastermind behind a number of heinous crimes, but Luo Wenzhou and Fei Du's relationship also deepens here. Fei Du finally bares all of his secrets open to Luo Wenzhou, around the circumstances of his upbringing and his father's accident, and how all of his scheming is to be finally free of his father. I think this is the real beginning of their relationship together. Yes they've slept together a couple times before this, but up until now Fei Du closed off his true thoughts to Luo Wenzhou and never admitted that he cared for him. Fei Du tried to push Luo Wenzhou by calling himself a psychopath and saying that he's incapable of feeling love, but Luo Wenzhou saw through him and called him out. And he's right. Would a psychopath care for a victim's mom or a little girl the way Fei Du did?
The story is slowly coming together too. We finally learn more about this master criminal organization and how it's brought together our group of 4 unlikely conspirators. Luo Wenzhou and Tao Ran through their teacher's death and his dying words about the radio program, Fei Du through his father's connections and accident, and finally Xiao Haiyang as the adopted son of a policeman who was wrongfully accused and whose death was hushed up. I feel like the Avengers have finally gathered to expose the crimes and fight evil or something like that. There are just too many coincidences linking the various crimes together, and I'm really excited to see how this all plays out in the last story.
Also, I'm dying to know who the Reciter is and how he's connected to the group bringing all these crimes to light.
Kudos to Priest for masterfully weaving all these storylines into one cohesive story split out over the course of multiple arcs. This series couldn't have been easy to write. I have much more respect for her writing after reading this, much more so than after reading any of her other works.
Some of my favorite scenes from this book:
Luo Wenzhou was human; sometimes a human couldn’t avoid being covetous, couldn’t avoid being endlessly greedy.
In the beginning Fei Du had been like a dangerous plant emitting a rare perfume, indiscriminately attracting everyone who passed by. The more Luo Wenzhou’s intellect had flashed warning signals, the more attracted he had been. All the so-called “seductive” people and things on earth were probably like this—you knew they were poisonous, but you wanted to go take poison.
Then had come the cataclysm of the bomb and nearly parting forever; like an invisible dark hand, it had pushed him into the swamp called “Fei Du.” He wanted to love him, wanted to take care of him, wanted to slowly unwrap his convoluted, unknowable heart like opening a beautifully wrapped package. Luo Wenzhou had started on a path with his one-sided declaration, had made his preparations for a long and arduous journey, carrying a traveling bag of patience on his back.
But he’d had him by his side only a few days when that bastard had once again thrown him off his proper pace. It was as if he’d been bewitched.
The sudden physical intimacy had made him throw away all his defenses, filling his heart with deep-rooted desires. It had also pushed him onto a roller coaster. All the things he’d originally planned to take his time on had at once become things he was itching with impatience to get on with.
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“Because this crowd exists, all these years, you’ve felt that you couldn’t escape Fei Chengyu, right?” Luo Wenzhou spoke very calmly. “So you’d rather throw yourself in, become one of them, control them, tear them up by the roots.—If you failed, you might die without an intact corpse like Zheng Kaifeng. If you succeeded, it wasn’t as though you were a planted agent. When the time came, you would go to prison along with them. Have you thought about that?”
Fei Du forced a smile. “I…”
“You aren’t stupid, of course you’ve thought it through clearly,” Luo Wenzhou said. “But whether you died or spent the rest of your life in prison, you thought that would be pretty good, right? At least you’d be free, unencumbered. There’d be nothing to worry about.”
Because if you couldn’t be free, it was better to die.
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Luo Wenzhou looked up at him and saw the lamplight refracted in Fei Du’s glasslike eyes. There seemed to be a faint human warmth floating there.
Then Fei Du, tugging on a rag made out of old long underwear, at last nodded and acknowledged, “Yes, I care for you.”
The flashy mountain bike blown sky-high, the old game machine that had accompanied him as he’d grown up, the drawer that had once hidden a little cat, the skewers with too much chili on them, the flowers left in the cemetery once a year, the countless mutually ridiculing quarrels… Today it seemed that all those past events were strung together on a golden thread, showing a faint outline in the thick black mist of his memories, lighting his past and future.
Luo Wenzhou felt that he seemed to have been waiting all his life to hear these words. The corners of his mouth pursed slightly in an almost smile. Then, without making a sound, he suddenly pulled away the rag, tossed it on the ground, dipped his hands in the wash basin, and, without even drying them off, put his arms around Fei Du’s waist and dragged him off.
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And of course, gotta love all the coincidences...
On the night that they were pursuing Zheng Kaifeng, Fei Du had vaguely mentioned some power behind the Zhou Clan to Luo Wenzhou—and some secret and horrifying connection to the case of three generations of the Su family trafficking and murdering female children.
The Zhou Clan case, the death fleet, the kept wanted criminals…
There was also the Zhou Clan’s Yang Bo; Yang Bo had been valued by Zheng Kaifeng for no reason, clearly a good-for-nothing covered in fake gold leaf, but he’d been Zhou Junmao’s personal secretary. And Yang Bo’s father had also died in an unusual car crash, supposedly hitting and killing a team working on a project, and the greatest beneficiary had been an invisible shareholder called the Guangyao Fund, which just happened to be the owner of the usage rights to the patch of seaside land where Xu Wenchao had disposed of the little girls’ bodies.