Bandit Shi Xianyu

When Baishi approached the opposite house, he clearly saw the extinguished lights. There was no light in the dark building, only three lampposts stood on the lawn in the yard.That's right, it's past twelve o'clock, and Profess and that Vanessa should have gone to bed.Baishi told Pei Cangyu that he would come, but he didn't come until after dinner.

Baishi turned his head and glanced at his home, and saw Pei Cangyu who was looking at him worriedly upstairs, still holding a golf club in his hand, and probably would run over as soon as he gave an order.

Baishi helped the fence, but found that it was not closed, he gently pushed it away and walked in.

He walked quietly, walked all the way to the door, pulled the door tentatively, and it opened as expected, as if everything was ready, Baishi smiled and walked in.

It was dark in the house, and he saw the location of the kitchen by virtue of a little moonlight in the distance. The entire first floor except there was drawn with thick curtains, so it was terribly dark.

As soon as Baishi took a step forward, he heard a clicking sound, which was the sound of a shotgun being loaded.Then the person in the brown single-seater sofa in front moved a bit, turned on the desk lamp on the small table, the hanging rope swayed leisurely, and the desk lamp with the green lampshade was wrapped in a dark yellow light, faintly illuminating Profesus from the side. Face, the shotgun was on his lap, he held the gun with one hand, raised his wine glass with the other hand, took a sip and put it down, aiming the black muzzle of the gun at Baishi.

He said, "Good evening, Mr. Bai."

Baishi whistled: "What gun?"

"NOVA." He raised his chin and motioned, "Why don't you sit down, sit down."

Baishi looked at the blue veins on his hand holding the gun, clicked his tongue, sat on the sofa opposite him, put his hands on the armrests, adjusted his sitting posture, raised his legs, and looked at him calmly.

"Break into a private house, I can kill you." Profession still kept smiling, but not smiling.

Bai Shi looked at him: "Why bother, I haven't started talking yet."

Profesus sighed: "Should I listen?"

Shiraishi nodded: "Should."

Profess sneered: "Why?"

Baishi shrugged his shoulders: "Even if you point a gun at me, I can kill you."

He said this very plainly, without the panic that a person who has the upper hand should have. This made Profes, who is always in the control position, very annoying. He frowned: "5 minutes."

"No need." Baishi waved his hands, sat down with his legs down, and leaned forward, "I'm here to negotiate a deal with you."

"What deal?"

Bai Shi glanced upstairs: "About Vanessa."

Profesus didn't change his face: "How much do you know?"

"Enough to ruin your career."

Profesus was not frightened by him, and raised his chin: "Talk."

"Vanessa was three months shy of 15 and had three abortions, let's count. The first was 12, when you started dating her mother; the second was 13, when It was two months before her mother's car accident; the third time was last month, oh, that's why she didn't go to school recently." Baishi looked at him, "Is that enough?"

Profesus smiled after hearing this, and touched his chin: "She's very good at getting pregnant, isn't she?"

Baishi also smiled: "I'm not in the mood for joking."

Profesus straightened his face: "So, is there any evidence to prove that I did it?"

Shiraishi didn't speak.

Profess spread out a hand: "She got involved with boys when she was 12 years old and caused so much trouble. Fortunately, her mother still plays the piano in the church. How can she have the face to stay when she grows up?" He pointed to himself, "It's a good thing I'm her boyfriend, I guarantee her character, I even married her, gave them a stable home, and even after she died, I took care of her, who was always regarded as troublesome." daughter."

Baishi smiled: "Very convincing."

Profession raised his eyebrows: "That's right."

"I found the doctor who performed her abortion at that time. Don't look at me like that, find a few doctors who are in the underground. I still have this kind of ability. In short, he did Vanessa at the age of 12 and 13. Abortion, stalked mother found out, he didn't say it, but you got a confession after questioning Vanessa - so you killed your wife?"

Profess smiled and said, "No." His eyes were filled with admiration. "However, this doctor told you very easily. He won't talk about this with people he doesn't know well. You must have a better relationship with him. Do you want to talk about it?"

Shiraishi waved his hand: "That's not the point. From this point of view, the third abortion required a different doctor. Why?"

Profesus shrugged: "I don't know, I'm busy, I don't know what happened to her."

Baishi ignored his pretentious emphasis, and continued: "I have a guess, and I came here to ask you."

Profession nodded and waited for him to speak.

Bai Shi pointed upstairs: "Isn't that Vanessa?"

Profession looked at him calmly.

"Has Vanessa died?"

Profesus smiled: "Has your imagination always been this rich?"

Bai Shi leaned on the back of the chair: "At first I thought you changed doctors to have an abortion to avoid arousing suspicion, but the car accident was very strange. I went to the hospital where you were treated after the car accident."

Profesus sighed in surprise: "My God, I would feel embarrassed if you were so serious."

Bai Shi ignored him: "To make a long story short, I think Vanessa and her mother died there. And the reason why you had the third abortion and changed doctors was because your blood type was different, so as not to arouse suspicion."

Profesus nodded as if listening to a story: "Then what? Why did they all die there? What's the reason?"

"The cemetery." Baishi looked at him, "You didn't bring her body back, but buried her on the spot. Is it because there were two people in the coffin?"

"Where's the evidence?" Profesus shook his head, "It's okay without evidence, the hospital issued a death certificate."

Shiraishi reached out to the inner pocket of his coat, and Profesi raised his gun at once. Shiraishi raised his hand slightly, signaling that he was just taking something.

He took out a few photos from his pocket, put them on the table, pushed them, and the photos slid in front of Profess.

Profesus looked down, and the photo showed the corpses of a mother and daughter curled up together, already festered and exposed.

Profesus took a few glances, then raised his head again, with a perplexed expression on his face, and sighed: "Should I cremate them?"

Baishi nodded: "Yes, I don't know why you want to bury it like this."

"Oh, no time, cremation attracts too much attention." Provis glanced at Shiraishi complainingly, "It's not appropriate for you to dig other people's graves."

Baishi shrugged his shoulders: "I was dug by someone."

Profess touched his chin: "Oh, that means you have a helper."

Baishi was silent, he realized that he had just talked too much.

He changed the subject: "You also have helpers. It's not easy to find the hands and feet of the hospital to help you record in the next town."

Profesus stared at him and smiled, and for a moment the expression on his face was like a vulture: "You are the one, in such a short time, you can check whatever you want, and check wherever you want, between the two of us, you That's the more dangerous one."

Baishi frowned, his face was a bit incredulous, and he said it as a matter of course: "Yes, you just found out?"

Profesi didn't respond, Shiraishi changed his sitting position to make himself more comfortable: "So I'm here to negotiate terms with you. This is your only good chance."

Profesus passed his hand behind his ear, made a very elegant "please" gesture, and smiled on the surface: "All ears."

Baishi looked at him: "Send that girl, no matter what her name is, to go to school, stay, don't come back, give her up, I can let you go." Baishi nodded graciously, "After all, I am about to become your friend neighbor."

Profesus laughed, as if watching a one-meter-tall child come out to rob: "Why are you so concerned about this matter?"

Bai Shi didn't answer him, but said: "As for what you are doing outside of here, and who you have dealings with, I won't ask at all. Where did you find her, and what did you do to her? Let the past go, how about it?"

"You speak magnanimously, and you have a high posture."

"For your consideration, you are a decent person."

Profession nodded: "Yes, the conditions are very good. I like the word 'let it go' very much. But," he moved the gun in his hand, "I have a better idea."

Baishi clicked impatiently: "Don't believe this, you can't win."

"What?" He looked at the gun in his hand, "Oh no, it's not this." He also took out an envelope from under the table and handed it to Baishi.

Shiraishi glanced at him and slowly took it over.

Profess watched him open the envelope and laughed: "Look at us, don't we look like pen pals who open presents at Christmas?"

***

Pei Cangyu wandered around the house restlessly. He watched Baishi go in for a long time, and worried that something might happen when the house was not lit for a long time. He threw away the golf club and came out with a club instead.

When he got here, he found that the fence was locked, and he pressed the bell on the fence, not knowing what was going on inside.

***

Baishi looked at the photos of Fei Zuohua and several others.

A bell rang in the hall.

Profesus tilted his head and looked out: "I guess it's him, what do you think?"

Shiraishi raised his eyes from the photo, but didn't speak.

The hall bell rang again.

Profesus smiled and sighed: "He is in such a hurry, should I open the door?"

"What do you want?"

"This has to be said slowly. It's better for you to let the person at the door go back first."

Baishi took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Pei Cangyu, saying that he would go back right away, don't worry.Pei Cangyu insisted on listening to his voice, so Baishi had no choice but to make a short phone call.

When he put down the phone, Profesus looked at him meaningfully and smiled: "Kidnapper, Mr. Bai, let me tell you that there is something wrong with you."

Bai Shi raised the photo: "What did they tell you?"

Profess did not answer him, but said, "I see that young man in the lead, I hate you."

Shiraishi looked at him.

"They have made a lot of preparations. As long as they find you, they will have a way to arrest you. Even if the boy who lives with you does not testify, they will take you to the place where you lived. You killed someone there, and there are people there Will recognize you." Profession analyzed for him, "What should I do? In my opinion, you should deal with that boy first, so that they don't have direct evidence to start an investigation on you, and then you can find an excellent Lawyer, I believe you have this ability, although it will take some time, but you will not lose. What do you think, Mr. Bai?"

Shiraishi didn't speak.

Profesus leaned back, and he is also very relaxed now: "As a kidnapped person, he is too leisurely, will a kidnapped person worry about the kidnapper? Is he that...Ste... "

Bai Shi interrupted him: "What do you want?"

Profesus sat down: "It's simple, as I said just now. Unwrap the presents and get what you need."

Baishi lowered his head and smiled, then raised his face again: "Are you threatening me?"

Profession frowned artificially: "Yeah, you just found out?"

Baishi didn't speak, and Profesus just looked at him, not in a hurry, flicking his fingers on the barrel leisurely, chatting casually: "Do you know how many of them there are? Are they all in the photo? There are four, no, Five, and a new policeman, running back and forth. I heard that they came all the way from Montenegro. Montenegro, I have never been to Montenegro..."

Bai Shi raised his head to interrupt him: "Where did that girl upstairs come from?"

"Tsk," Profesus put down his gun and touched his chin, "When the slums were being renovated, the children were sent to adoption agencies and then adopted by families. However, there are always people who don't have a good life in such things."

"So take it over, avoid suspicion, and satisfy you by the way?"

Profesus smiled: "You say that, it seems that I am a bit insidious. Don't you also kidnap and domesticate victims, kill and silence them, and go into exile all the way?"

Shiraishi also smiled: "Indeed, it seems that I am perverted when I say it."

Profess clapped it with his free hand: "So we're done?"

Baishi stared at him: "I haven't been threatened by anyone for a long time."

Profess stood up and reached out to him, like a contract signing scene: "Then recall this feeling."

Bai Shi stood up slowly and took his hand: "For now."

Profess smiled: "Of course. I have a party on Friday, there are not many people, but you are welcome to come."

***

When Baishi returned with the fragile agreement he had just negotiated, Pei Cangyu jumped up from the sofa and ran over barefoot: "How is it?"

Bai Shi shrugged his shoulders and went to get a glass of water: "It's okay."

"What's the meaning of 'okay'? Is he? Are they? And then? What about her?" Pei Cangyu asked like a bullet.

Baishi put down his water glass and looked into Pei Cangyu's clear eyes. For a moment, he felt a sense of guilt. He understood that the foundation of closeness is trust. Pei Cangyu has tolerated all the thorns, and he tried his best to hide the thorns. This is honesty. It was time to meet each other, and he had an ominous premonition.

"That's right." Baishi put his hand on Pei Cangyu's shoulder, looked down at him slightly, and moved closer, "I think we misunderstood him."