Bandit Shi Xianyu

When Costini entered the office, Prosecutor Anna and the man's lawyer had been chatting for a while, but the conversation was not going well. The lawyer was drinking coffee with a smile on his lips, but Prosecutor Anna's face looked Not feeling well, getting her pillbox out.

Costini closed the door behind his back, turned around and saluted. Prosecutor Anna stood up and shook hands with him, and looked a little better at him: "Thank you for your hard work."

The lawyer also stood up and stretched out his hand: "My name is Cole, and I am his lawyer."

Costini nodded and shook hands.

Prosecutor Anna didn't like this lawyer very much. She looked at Costini: "As you know, the murderer in the Mayor's case was Jeter/Profess, and he himself admitted it. We didn't detain that..." She Turning to look at Lawyer Cole, "Should we still use his pseudonym?"

Cole smiled, dimples even appeared on his round face, and scratched his face: "You can call yourself whatever you want, as long as you record your real name in the file."

Prosecutor Anna ignored him and looked at Costini: "We have no right to detain Mr. Bai. You are responsible for bringing him back to his country."

Costini nodded. Before accepting this task, the officer told him that it was a confidential job. However, given the uproar of the "Mr. Bai" incident and the mayor's admission of committing the crime, he will be released sooner or later.However, since his country had brought other charges and demanded judicial diversion, they had to make the trip, so Costini more or less guessed that the mission was related to him.

"Mr. Bai" caused a lot of controversy here. His arrival was a bit unlucky and brought a lot of bad things to the town. He was also very mysterious. Residents mentioned him like a crow.The prosecutor didn't like him very much either. His lawyer was eloquent. He deprived Profesus of his hearing and castrated him. With such injuries, Cole's lawyer actually persuaded Profesus to drop the charges, and he would not With the cooperation of the prosecution's investigation and the request of the other country, it is impossible for this "Mr. Bai" to stand trial here.No prosecutor would like people from other countries to come to their own place to act rampantly and dictate, no wonder prosecutors don't like them.

Costini asked, "What time?"

"Tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon, you will board the plane with him, and they will send you back after the handover."

"clear."

Prosecutor Anna glanced at the lawyer, then asked Costini, "Do you want to see him?"

Costini quickly understood Prosecutor Anna's hint, and agreed, "If possible."

Prosecutor Anna asked the lawyer: "This request is not too much, he should meet the criminal who needs to be escorted in advance."

Cole stroked his hair. He had a fat face and was always smiling, but his eyes were sharp. He said, "Prosecutor, don't call my client a criminal. It can be proved."

Without waiting for an answer, he turned to look at Costini: "I'll take you there."

Costini bid farewell to the ugly-looking prosecutor, and followed the lawyer to "Mr. Bai".

Cole took out a cigarette in the car, glanced at Costini, and put it away again.

Costini noticed and said, "It's okay, I smoke too, I just have an assignment today."

Cole smiled: "No, I just remembered that he didn't want to smell the smoke."

Costini looked at him and asked, "Is there anything I need to know in advance?"

Cole touched his chin: "What's the matter?..." He turned his head and looked over, "Do you know what crime he was accused of?"

First degree murders, many, all over the world.

Costini didn't answer, and Cole assumed he already knew it.

"In short, the safe transfer of him is the first priority."

Costini nodded.

Cole patted him on the shoulder: "You are very suitable. Although you are a special police officer, you look very kind. I believe that if you change your police uniform, no one will think you are a policeman."

"It's often said that way."

"But being physically strong, that's important."

Costini was a little strange: "To him?"

"No." Cole shook his head, "They are a little afraid."

The "they" in Cole's mouth are waiting for him on the first floor of the building.

A young doctor saw him look him up and down first, and then nodded reassuringly when he saw that the police officer was 6'4 feet tall with a broad build.

Cole left him here and left first.

The doctor took him to the nineteenth floor, where very few people lived, and Costini finally asked, "Is this a mental hospital?"

The doctor nodded and swiped his card: "You know, he has some mental problems, so I think even if the allegations about him are true, it is difficult to sentence him to death."

Costini didn't answer, and the doctor said, "Speaking of which, there is no death penalty in their country."

When the doctor said this, he was more or less regretful, and Costini glanced at him.

The nineteenth floor is very quiet. Unlike ordinary wards, the doors here are thick and locked outside, and people inside cannot come in and out freely. The distance between every two rooms is nearly five meters, which makes this place seem extraordinarily spacious and deep.

Costini put down his cell phone before entering the hallway, and when he put it down, he asked the doctor: "You are looking for a stronger person, did something happen to you before?"

The doctor looked at him, seeming a bit embarrassed: "I can't say what happened."

"There was a female nurse who took care of him before, fell in love with him, and prepared a lot of things for him according to his instructions, but he reported her. It is a serious dereliction of duty to assist the suspect without permission, and she is facing charges. In addition There is also a male nurse.” Speaking here, the doctor hesitated, but after thinking about it, he told him, “It’s our fault, and we didn’t find that he had the problem of abusing patients. He once froze off a patient’s finger, but he was not killed Caught, this time he was sent to guard Shiraishi..."

Costini waited for the doctor to continue, but did not wait for an answer.

"he died."

"The nurse?"

The doctor nodded.

"how……?"

The doctor shook his head: "I don't know, he committed suicide, in his own bathtub, dragging the wires into the bathtub..."

"Are you sure it was suicide?"

The doctor looked at him: "It is definitely a suicide, the evidence is very complete."

Costini was silent, sounding like a dangerous man.

He put down the things on his body as required, and walked towards the end of the corridor, but the doctor did not follow.

When Costini walked in, he realized that there was only one side of the room, and the other side of the corridor was a wall.

At the end of the corridor, only a yellow overhead light was on, and a number was pasted on the heavy iron door. This was the room he was going to enter.

Costini shook the key in his hand and opened the door.

To his surprise, the inside of the door was very bright, but there was a glass in the middle of the house, and the white stone was on the other side of the glass. Costini judged by intuition that the glass was bulletproof glass, which was difficult to break, and it was to protect outsiders.

Baishi sat on the bed, like a Hindu man recuperating, slowly opened his eyes to look at him, and smiled slightly.

Costini's heart beat suddenly, it had nothing to do with emotion, it was just subconscious. Shiraishi was very handsome and very temperamental, and there was an indescribable darkness in his eyes. He instantly understood why the female nurse fell in love with him and was kidnapped by him Why do people never forget.

Shiraishi looks very beautiful.

The lights were concentrated on Baishi's side, so that anyone who came in could see Baishi's movements clearly, Costini thought, this is also a way to protect people who come in.

There is a window on the left hand side of the glass, which can be used to pass items, but nothing else.

Costini cleared his throat and said, "Hello..."

Then he realized that the glass seemed to be soundproof.

Shiraishi raised his chin and pointed in one direction. Costini looked in the direction. There was a red button with a trumpet logo on it.

He walked over, pressed it and spoke again, Shiraishi nodded over there.

It seems that it is an institution that communicates according to its ability.

Costini greeted again, he pressed the button, and Shiraishi's voice came over.

The voice was a little hoarse than Costini had imagined, with a slow and gentle tone, which didn't sound like the speaking style of people of this age.

Baishi asked him: "Are you responsible for sending me? Tomorrow."

Costini nodded, then replied, "Yes." Then he asked, "How do you know?"

Shiraishi didn't answer, but smiled, as if Costini had asked a stupid question, which made Costini a little embarrassed, so he stopped asking, and just told him the time of departure tomorrow.

Bai Shi nodded and smiled at him: "Thanks for your hard work."

Costini didn't think that Baishi was being polite. This man already had such an aura, as if this was not a place where he was imprisoned, but a palace for him.

Costini let go of his hand and was about to leave. He glanced at Shiraishi again before walking towards the door. He walked slowly, seeing Shiraishi himself gave him a big shock.He had imagined a vicious and vicious desperado, but he had never imagined that he had such a good skin, long stature, and the appearance of a rich man. He had imagined a frivolous playboy who seduced people to go through fire and water for him, but he had never imagined that he was such a calm and distant man. , a man with a somewhat inhuman demeanor.

When Costini walked to the door, he heard a slight noise behind him. He quickly turned around and saw Baishi patting the glass with such force that his palms turned red.Seeing him turn around, Shiraishi pointed to the button, and Costini quickly walked over and pressed it.

Shiraishi looked at him and said, "You should meet her before her wedding."

Costini froze in place.

But Baishi turned around slowly, and sat back on the bed.

When Costini came to his senses, he ran back in three steps and two steps, and shouted angrily at the button: "Do you know her? Do you know my sister??"

Shiraishi glanced at him lightly and smiled: "Kostini, the button is not a microphone."

Costini was embarrassed, looked at him again, and asked again: "Have you investigated her? Answer me!"

Baishi shook his head: "I didn't, it's not hard to see. I can explain it to you tomorrow, so let's go now."

Costini hammered the wall, he stared at Shiraishi, his eyes could penetrate the glass, he called Shiraishi again, he felt that the glass was not to guard against Shiraishi, but to protect Shiraishi at all, otherwise he must beat him now a meal.

Bai Shi waited for him to lose his temper for a while before slowly saying: "Kostini, do they all think you are a good-tempered man?"

Costini was stunned for a moment, and Shiraishi came over at this moment.

With his hands behind his back, he looked tall and elegant. He approached the glass and stared at Costini: "You should think about it, and," Shiraishi put his hand on the glass, "this is about you, not about me."

***

Costini was waiting downstairs the next day. The parking lot had been emptied beforehand, so no one came at all.The vehicle that transported him was a military vehicle, and the driver was a taciturn man who had never spoken since he arrived. He stood upright, with his hands behind his back, staring at the elevator entrance.

Costini looked at his watch, three o'clock.

The elevator opened, and a few nurses in blue came out first. They pressed the door frame of the elevator and waited for the people inside to come out.

Costini looked in, and Shiraishi took his foot.

He wore a pair of white shoes, the kind uniformly distributed by the hospital, and electronic shackles, two.In a blue and white hospital gown, he looked a little thinner than in the photos when he was arrested.He was wearing a mask, his hair was shaved last night, a black cloth was covered in front of his eyes, and he was led over by someone.

Baishi walked slowly, rather deliberately slow, but he didn't want to follow the pace of the person in front, but the person in front didn't accommodate him, and pulled him maliciously.

Costini stretched out his hand at this moment: "Let me do it."

With a sullen face, the doctor came to explain to him: "The shackles must never be removed, and the blindfold must not be removed at the end. Don't talk to him."

Costini noticed some bruises around the doctor's eyes, he turned his head to look at Shiraishi, Shiraishi seemed to sense it, and turned his head slightly towards him.Even though he couldn't see it, Costini thought Shiraishi might have smiled.

After getting into the car, Baishi was handcuffed and handcuffed to the barrier.

On the way, Costini found that the doctor's handcuffs were a little too tight, and Shiraishi's wrist was rubbed with blood.

He took out the key: "I'll loosen the handcuffs for you, you cooperate, and put your other hand on the seat."

Baishi turned his head, didn't move, and didn't speak.

Costini looked at Baishi carefully. He felt that Baishi didn't seem to be in a good mood today. He tentatively reached out and touched Baishi's arm, thinking that Baishi might not be able to use his strength, and maybe he had given some medicine for diversion.

Costini loosened Shiraishi's handcuffs.

Baishi suddenly smiled: "Kostini, have you thought about what I said?"

Costini broke out in a cold sweat.

He hadn't told anyone since yesterday's gaffe, and he'd never lost his temper in front of strangers he'd met for the first time, let alone cross-examine him hysterically.When he came out of the ward yesterday, the doctor took a sympathetic look and said, "He's unpleasant, right?"

The doctor's tone seemed to say that it was a talent of Baishi.

Not at all for Costini.He couldn't imagine how Baishi would know.

Costini asked him, "What do you know?"

Bai Shi said, "Come and chat with me on the plane."

Costini frowned. Shiraishi spoke with a sense of control. There was a subtle similarity to the style of speaking of the respected old priest. He didn't know where it came from. Words, can't say.

So he sat next to Baishi on the plane, in fact, he should sit opposite.

The lawyer accompanying him just glanced at him, then turned away.

Baishi took off his mask but did not take off the blindfold. He took a sip of wine and leaned back: "I haven't been able to stretch my legs for a long time. The ward is too small."

Costini did not speak. Although he did not know the dose of the injection, it was the first time he had seen a person who had been injected and could move on his own.

Shiraishi put down his wine glass, and the handcuffs knocked on the glass, making a crisp sound.

"Tell me about me."

Costini turned to look at him.

Shiraishi continued: "The doctor took me a long time to tell. As soon as I told a childhood story, he was so excited, wrote articles, changed the dosage of my medicine, and turned around like a dog in front of my eyes, hoping that I would Give me a little clue so that he can study me a little bit."

Baishi turned his head and smiled: "But he has no chance."

"Did he shave your hair?"

"Ah." Baishi smiled again, "Yes."

Then Baishi stopped laughing: "I care about this very much, he provoked me."

"Hairdos?"

Baishi didn't answer this, a black cloth was placed across his face, which made every smile of his seem strange: "I'm going home. But because of this," he pointed to his head, "I still have to wait Waiting to meet people."

Costini hesitated for a moment: "What are you going to talk about?"

Shiraishi suddenly stretched out his hand to remove the cover in front of his eyes, and turned to look at Costini. The latter was stunned by the frenzied light in his eyes. enthusiasm.

"This journey of mine. Look, Costini," Shiraishi spread out his palm, which had a hole in it, "everything with deep passion is accompanied by violent behavior."

Costini forced a smile, staring at the middle of his white palm: "I don't think Camus meant that."

Shiraishi flipped his palm, spread out his five fingers, his movements were soft and light, and he held it again. Costini found that he couldn't hold it firmly, which was probably a sequelae.

"They think it's a disease and say I'm crazy. I don't think so." Baishi looked at him, "We all know that there are very few worthwhile things in the world, and the things you cherish are nothing if they fall into the hands of others. Basically. They are not humiliating the beautiful things, they are humiliating us who are too serious. They will say 'be more sober', 'why be so serious', 'don't be so stubborn', 'too hypocritical'... and so on They stuff themselves into molds, cut off their sensitive nerves, persuade themselves to reconcile, tolerate, and regress, because there is nothing they can do.”

Costini stared at Shiraishi, and he felt that he should not listen to it any longer, or debate it, and told him not to mention the word "we" again.But he didn't move.

Shiraishi went on to say: "Since Camus is mentioned, he has an argument about Sisyphus. He said that Sisyphus pushed the stone every day, day after day, year after year, forever, doing useless things, Becoming a meaningless person. In the eyes of some people, it is exile, imprisonment, and punishment. But when he turned around and walked back down the mountain, it was the moment of awakening."

Costini looked into Shiraishi's obsidian pupils.

Shiraishi said: "Such a moment of awakening, a moment of sobriety."

Costini held his breath for a moment.

Bai Shi put his hand on his, like a missionary baptizing his godson: "You and I both have such moments, whether we lose or make mistakes, we are willing to do so. The stone will fall, there is only one Sisyphus in the world, If futility is inevitable, Costini, no one will come to our prison."

Costini finally remembered where the sense of control in Baishi's words came from. He called his name. From the first meeting, the name popped out of his mouth, always accompanied by sighs and pity.

"Kostini, you should do what must be done."

Costini turned around abruptly after these words, and he saw in Baishi's pupils that he almost trembled.

He seemed to be electrified, every cell was trembling, and he could even taste blood in his mouth. He was sure that just now, the devil opened his brain and heart, and looked inside and out.

Shiraishi withdrew his hand, Costini supported the back of the chair, he wanted to stand up, he should sit on the other side.

Bai Shi held his forearm, smiled at him, and said lightly, "Let me tell you about my boy."

Costini hesitated for a moment: "That... the person you kidnapped?"

Baishi nodded happily: "Half of it. He is by my side, and I haven't taken any medicine along the way, even though this journey is more stressful."

***

During the whole journey, Kostiny didn't sleep for a while. After listening to the story of Shiraishi and the boy, Shiraishi said that under the infection of his fanaticism, the boy belonged to him completely from head to toe, willingly.

Costini didn't say a word, he couldn't judge, he was a little distracted, from just now, he felt a top-heavy feeling, and whenever he looked at Shiraishi, Shiraishi's happy face always made him feel palpitations, according to Shiraishi How to live, can you have such a happy time in the end?

When he got off the plane, he had to put the blindfold and mask on Shiraishi again, and Shiraishi was very cooperative when he stood up.He put the blindfold on Shiraishi, and Shiraishi lowered his head. From this angle, he seemed to be conferring the title of an angel. He put a black cloth on his long eyelashes, and his pale face was hidden under the heavy.

Before putting on the mask, he hesitated and asked, "Is there anything else you need to do in town? I can tell the lawyer for you."

Baishi smiled, showing his white teeth: "It's nothing serious. But..." He paused, and touched his head with handcuffed hands, "If you don't know what to do, you can visit That doctor, tell him my greetings."

Costini felt a little strange, but just agreed.

When they parted, Shiraishi suddenly turned his head and reached out to grab Costini's wrist. He was so strong that Costini subconsciously used his other hand to grab the weapon behind his waist, but Baishi quickly released it. opened.

Baishi was taken away by those who came to pick him up. Costini looked down at his wrist. There were four clear red marks there, and he stared blankly.

***

To his surprise, he didn't sleep at all on the way back. He always felt irritable, and the lack of alcohol on the plane made it even more difficult.

So in this way, he had endured for two days.

It was the eve of her wedding.

He got off the plane, took a taxi back to his residence in a dazed state, and lay flat on the bed, thinking that maybe he couldn't sleep because the date was approaching.The superintendent offered to give him a day off, but he refused.

They agreed not to contact each other half a year ago, but Costini still sat up at this time.

He called her, thinking she wouldn't answer.

But she answered, and her voice was soft, more gentle than her twirling oriole call, like a warm river in winter, which made him suddenly feel painful and angry, and she said: "You shouldn't call, Anthony."

She called him by his Christian name, the only way in the world she could.

"I will look for you."

She was very flustered and kept refusing, she said no, she couldn't come now, it was already agreed...

Costini stood up, put on his coat with his cell phone in his hands, he wanted to listen to her voice, whether he blamed him or scolded him, he wanted to listen to the voice, and then went to her side.

He knocked on the door, hammered it two or three times, and the door was pulled open.

His sister of the same blood looked up at him with a plain face, her eyes were moist, and she kept shaking her head: "Oh God..." She said so, almost crying, and then she said, "You can't..."

Costini bowed his head and kissed her, pushed her into the room, slammed the door, supported her in his arms, let her hang on his body, and kissed her large and small bruises and wounds hidden under the clothes.

She pushed, kissed again, and followed him to the bed.She looked at his stretched muscles, his tall and short figure, his thick chest, the hair rubbing against her chest, and his ever-changing clear eyes.

She cried again and opened her legs, she said it was not okay.

Costini doesn't care.

When he rocked her on the bed until the sweat was mixed and the sound of joy and sweet words filled the room, the gun went off.

Costini turned his head to look at his future brother-in-law, who was holding a gun. His eyes were open because of anger, and his pupils were on fire. As a professional policeman, he couldn't even hold the gun because of anger. His muzzle was between Costini and the woman Akira, couldn't decide for a while.

When her sister saw him, she screamed and crawled off the bed, covering her face. She pushed Costini back, pushing him out of her body, and she rolled up on the bed, crying against the cabinet.

The brother-in-law finally pointed the gun at Costini who was still kneeling on the bed.

This quiet and elegant young man, a good-tempered policeman, and a kind elite, looked at him sideways with his topless/topless body, and still clutched his biological sister's underwear in his hand.

The brother-in-law roared angrily. He took a step forward and put the gun on Costini's forehead: "I can hear you two bitches screaming from the door..." He jumped over the bed and yelled at the woman on the ground on the other side: "Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! You rotten person! I shouldn't have sympathized with you two at the beginning. My parents gave you food, let you live in, let you go to school!" He pointed at Costini again, "You bitch!"

Costini looked at him flatly: "I hope you don't scold her anymore, I've heard enough for so many years."

The brother-in-law slapped Costini on the head, stepped on the bed, took a few steps, walked to the corner where his sister was squatting, and pointed a gun at her from top to bottom, his eyes were cold with embarrassment: "Bitch .”

My sister bit her lip, silent tears all over her face, staring at the black muzzle of the gun.

The next second, the gun went off.

Looking at the hole in the man's face, my sister froze upright and was about to jump down.

But was grabbed from behind.

Costini threw the man aside and reached out to his sister to pull her up.

My sister slapped his hand away, screamed, and ran outside.

Costini put on clothes for himself, his heart was at peace, and he turned his head to look at his brother-in-law who was dying.

He walked out the door, and there were already people watching on the street, although the police had not yet arrived.

He got into his car, backed out of the yard, and was about to leave when his sister rushed over.

She reached out and touched his blood-stained face: "Where are you going, my Anthony, my dear...where can you go?"

Costini turned to look at her, and kissed her palm along the hand she put on his face: "I don't know, sister."

My sister cried and wanted to open the car door: "How about I go with you? You can't go alone..."

Costini took her hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed her, rejecting her.

My sister touched his face, reluctant to part, she kept shaking her head, unwilling to believe: "You are not such a person...you will not..."

Costini gently put her hand outside the car and slowly rolled up the glass: "I am, sister. I always have been."

He took one last look at the weeping woman and started the car.

He didn't remember where he was going to escape until he drove on the highway.

But at a certain intersection, he suddenly remembered Shiraishi's words.

"...to visit that doctor..."

Costini smiled wryly, touched his gun, took it out and placed it on the co-pilot, turned the steering wheel, and drove west.

Does this count? Baishi owes him a favor.

He was still wearing the clothes he had seen Baishi that day, but in just two days, his life was turned upside down.

Costini opened the car window and stroked his hair while the wind was blowing in. He looked down and found that the dress was an old dress with five buttons replaced, four of which were ivory white, which were My sister sewed it, and the last one is gray. I sewed it myself after my sister and I stopped seeing each other.

He raised his head and looked at the road ahead, thinking that Baishi was in the far east, how much he could have expected about his own affairs.

demon.