[Variety Drama] Serious Nonsense

Life is about never being smart.

Flora came out from the small door of the library, reached out and hailed a taxi.If it was Baal, then the first official meeting place that Flora could think of was the hospital.

She took a special look at the phone, and there was still 70.00% of the battery left, enough for BAU to track it.

After getting off the car at the hospital, Flora went straight to the inpatient department on the third floor, but was told by the nurse at the visiting department that the person she was looking for had been discharged from the hospital several months ago.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly, it was a number he had never seen before.

Flora pressed the call button and stuck it to her ear, waiting for the person on the other side to speak first.

"Hi, long time no see, my dear apple pie, no, I should call you Flora Lopez."

She couldn't forget this voice at all. It was the bar owner, Barr, who spoke carelessly and glibly.

"What do you want me to do?" Flora asked cautiously.

"I originally wanted to leave something for you, but I changed my mind. I should give this gift to you personally." He answered somewhat irrelevantly, "Don't make unnecessary movements, because I can see it."

Flora immediately looked around, the nurses pushing the wheelchairs, the patients in hospital gowns, the family members who came to visit with flowers... There was no sign of him anywhere.

"Dear Flora, don't look for it, we are separated by a screen." Barr on the other end said this with extreme frivolity.

Screen?Looking up, Flora noticed the camera above her head.

She almost forgot that he, like her, played with programs.

"Did you find me? It's my goddess." His voice was clearly separated from the microphone, but it seemed to be close at hand. His words were like a sticky tongue licking her earlobe, which made her shiver unconsciously. .

After complimenting him, he continued: "Come to my bar, the gift is there. But before that, stand where I can see it and throw your phone into the nearest trash can."

"Why do you think I must come? I have your name and the address of the bar. I can call the police. I don't have any loss if I don't go."

This sentence did not scare him at all, he still did not rush: "Oh my apple pie, you have been looking for it for so many years, do you give up if you say give up? Besides, even if you give up, will I give up on you? Find you It didn’t take me too much effort to identify and address, by the way, there is also your boyfriend’s home address and information..." He paused when he said this, "His information is quite rich, father He left him when he was ten years old, and his mother was sent to a mental nursing home, let me see the address of this nursing home..."

"Stop." Flora couldn't help shouting in the hospital, which got strange looks from the people around her.

She thought she was smart, but she was pretending to be smart.She ignored it, the person on the other end of the phone was the one who could find the serial killer before the police.Maybe if he wants, he can use the computer and find anyone he wants.

"Then come to me, my dear apple pie." The words sounded so confident, as if she would come.

"I see." She will definitely go.

When walking outside, Flora took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, and when passing by the trash can, she threw the mobile phone that Rhett had given her into it. It sank heavily.

The bar during the day was very deserted, and Flora walked inside based on her memory.The last time she and Rhett were dancing here, now she is alone with a man who knows no good or evil and wants to give her a gift.

When she opened the curtain, she saw a person sitting on the bar counter and facing a desktop computer with Barr moving the mouse. He was wearing a suit and tie, and he propped up the bar counter with one hand, and the high chair turned around. A quarter of a circle turned towards her.

"Long time no see, dear Flora." He raised the corners of his mouth, with a little bit of stubble on his chin and under his nose, and looked at her without any scruples.

Flora took a deep breath, feeling that she couldn't lose in momentum.He walked up to him with a blank expression, and stepped on a high chair with his feet.

"Did you kill the postman?" As she asked, she glanced at the computer he placed on the bar. On the screen were surveillance images from various places, including the previous library and hospital, and... her room! ?

It turned out that her every move was exposed in front of this person, which made her a little scared.

"Yes, he wanted to hurt you, didn't he?" Barr wrapped his chin with one hand, as if he was very proud, "This is the first time I killed someone with my own hands, and it seems that the effect is not bad."

Killing yourself for the first time...

Flora was terrified by this word, it was the first time she killed someone, and she could say it so easily.

The interior room with a bar is lit with the usual dim lighting of a bar, and the shelves inside the bar are full of drinks and upside-down glasses.

"What about the AP, did you make the AP written on the spot?"

Time to cut to the chase.

At this moment, Barr narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not reply immediately, but stared at her intently for a while.Then he smiled, got up and walked around the bar.

He took a mixing cup from the shelf, poured several kinds of fruit juices and wine into it, and then shook it.He didn't speak during the period, but still looked at Flora with a smile on his face.

In less than a minute, he took down a goblet, poured the lemon-colored liquid from the brewing vessel into it, and pushed it in front of Flora.

"Relax, the alcohol content is very low."

——He knows that she has a low drinking capacity?

Flora stared at the glass of lemon-colored liquid, not daring to reach out to pick it up.

Barr seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, and pretended to be a little disappointed and said: "I won't want to kill my goddess, don't worry, it's not poisonous."

It seemed that she had to drink it, so she could only hold the slender glass handle with three fingers, put it to her mouth and took a sip. It was a very light lemon flavor that surprised her, even with a very light tea flavor.

——He even knows that she likes to drink lemon tea?

"Do you like it?" He leaned on the bar and rested his chin.

Flora nodded, admitting that the taste was not bad.She couldn't figure out what he was going to do.

Only then did Barr speak with satisfaction: "Yes, I did all those things in the past few years. I deliberately selected the cases that happened around your residence, tracked the murderer to the scene, and left those two letters at the scene. "

"The past few years?" So he didn't do the previous one?

He still smiled all over his eyes: "Yes, these years. I know you are looking forward to meeting again, so I did it."

"Aren't you him?"

"Is that the person you met when you were nine years old? I'm not, but since you want it, then I'll help you do it." Barr seemed to be admiring a delicate piece of art, and cast his naked eyes on Her every move.

This is impossible. She did post a message on the Internet that she was looking for a case where an AP would appear on the scene, and hoped that someone could help, but there were no details.How did he know about the nine-year-old incident?

The man smiling and staring at her seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly jumped up: "Yes, you reminded me, I almost forgot about that gift, I think you will like it."

Gift?

"Come, come quickly." He seemed to regard Flora as an all-too-familiar friend, even more intimate, beckoning her to follow him.

She could only jump off the high chair and keep a distance of about one meter from him to keep up.

Further inside there was a staircase leading to the basement. Barr didn't seem to be worried at all that she would run away, so he walked ahead to remind her to follow.

The basement is an old wooden staircase that creaks when stepped on.

"Quick, I think you'll like it." He repeated the sentence again, striding forward with some excitement.

Go down the passage in the basement and there is a door.After Barr pushed open the door, he stood on the inside and waited for her to enter.

The door at the end of the basement is always synonymous with fear and mystery.Flora wondered if it was too late for her to escape now?

However, even if he escaped, he wouldn't let her go, would he?And Rhett, and the people around her.

"Actually, my name is not Baal." The man told Flora when she stepped into the room with the yellow light bulb hanging above her head. "This name belongs to him."

Flora looked in the direction of his finger, and there was a person leaning against the wall at the other end of the room. The man was dressed in ragged clothes, his head was lowered, his long knotted hair almost covered his face, and his undulating chest told Flora Laura, he's still alive.

"Who is he?" Flora could smell some stench in the air, but it wasn't very heavy. It was obvious that the place was often cleaned.

"This is the gift I want to show you. You have been looking for him for several years, haven't you?" Barr, no, the bar owner who no longer knew what to call walked towards the man briskly.

Flora froze in place. She had been looking for someone for several years, and the only possibility was...

The man saw that Flora was stunned in place, as if it was expected, and continued to introduce with a smile on his face: "Bill Barr, who calls himself "Abondoned People" (abandoned people), he will Those who were killed were regarded as their own kind. 16 years ago, they began to leave the letters "AP" at the scene of the serial killings that could be searched, which is similar to memorializing and remembering. But I think he is a bit like looking for presence."

AP, AbondonedPeople (abandoned people), is that what it meant?

"Why is he here?"

The real Barr should be over 50 years old. He seemed to be used to such a dark life, and he didn't even look up at the visitor.

"I found him two years ago and brought him here, hoping to let you see it one day." He said this very normally, then turned his head and asked her with a smile, "What about this gift?" , are you satisfied?"

So this person, another admirer who is crazy enough to imprison and kill for her, he found "that person" for her, and pretended to be "that person" and continued to do that kind of thing, just to make her feel satisfied and happy ?

"I..." My intuition told Flora not to provoke him. Rhett once told her that destroying the illusions of some lunatics would make them uncontrollable and do even more terrifying things.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" The man pouted and asked her aggrievedly, it was really hard to get involved with a lunatic.

It is said that there is only a thin line between a genius and a lunatic, and it probably is true.Luckily her Spencer is normal.

Flora didn't know how to answer, so she could only change the subject: "I have received your gift, now, can I leave?"

Her subtext is, can you stop spying on me.

His name is not Baal, so she doesn't even have the only knowledge of him.It would be easy for him to find her again, but she couldn't, she couldn't guarantee that Bau would catch him before he did something crazy.

"Of course, honey, you can go anywhere, but not now." The man paused, his tone seemed poisonous.Like the honey of medicine, she swayed every part of her, "Do you remember that sentence I kept saying?"

The author has something to say: write, write, fall in love with this behind-the-scenes boss, help me.

Recently, the tasks of the school department have been very busy, and now I am really sorry.I should be able to code the ending in the next few days.

Thank you for the two mines of Night Walk (づ￣3￣)づ