The Last Killer

The young suspect was even more aloof than Leo had expected.He and Rob have taken turns to interrogate him for a whole day. Under the hunger, sleepiness and powerful psychological offensive, the Hispanic boy's face began to darken, his spirit gradually haggard, but his mouth was still as hard as gravel on the Gobi Desert.

"I don't plead guilty." Lei Zhe's hands were handcuffed to a metal railing on the table, his body was tilted, and his legs were raised up in a calm manner, "You don't need to waste your words, ask the government to send me a lawyer."

"You were arrested at the crime scene by us. The evidence is solid. Even if you hire a prophet to be a lawyer, you can't help you! I advise you to be sensible and don't try to get rid of the crime. Take the initiative to confess the crime and strive for a reduced sentence. If you have a good attitude, say Maybe I can reduce my sentence by a few years." Rob threatened and lured again.

"The evidence is solid?" Lei Zhe asked in a mocking tone, "Your arrests can only prove that I attempted to cause personal harm to Quentin, and it was an attempt. Isn't he still alive and well? Ah, at most Illegally imprisoning others for two hours."

Rob slapped the desktop: "In the second homicide case, the sperm found in the victim's body was completely matched with yours after DNA comparison! Just this one piece of evidence is enough to convict you of first-degree murder!"

"It can only prove that he had sex with me before he was killed. It was consensual, and I'm sure he was over 16 years old. Isn't this considered rape?"

"The murder weapon and rose petals found in your backpack are all ironclad evidence, enough to prove that you are the murderer of these three serial murders!"

"This really proves that I'm an admirer of Rose Killer, and I'm going to imitate his modus operandi in an attempt to harm Quentin—but it's only at the stage of planning and not yet causing personal harm." Lei Zhe said provocatively: "According to According to American law, the combination of attempted injury and illegal imprisonment, how many years can you sentence me? 8 years? 10 years? Maybe I can get bail if I pay hundreds of thousands of dollars, isn’t it?” He put his elbows on the metal table , clasped his fists with both hands and propped his chin, and pulled a malicious smile at the federal agent.

Rob's face was livid, he ground his teeth, pushed the chair away, got up and left the interrogation room.

His partner was standing outside the surveillance wall holding a coffee cup. Rob snatched half a cup of coffee and took a gulp and complained: "This guy is exactly—like the Chinese saying you said—a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water!"

His furious expression didn't affect Leo, and the black-haired detective sneered slightly, "It's useless. No matter how much he denies it, as long as the formal interrogation process is started and the evidence is brought to court, three counts of first-degree murder plus one He is 100% going to the death penalty. No matter how much he refuses to plead guilty, it will only delay the trial time."

"I know, it's just that this kid's attitude is too arrogant and domineering, which is really annoying. If the regulations allow, I really want to beat him up—even if the regulations don't allow it, I really want to do it!" Rob said angrily. Said, "I'm sure, like many death row prisoners before him, he will use human rights as an excuse to play and use the legal process, wrangling with the prosecution in court, repeatedly appealing to waste taxpayers' money, and even appealing to the governor or the president. Administrative intervention announces commutation of sentence, amnesty or moratorium on the execution of the death penalty. In the end, it may take seven or eight years or even ten years to formally convict—maybe by that time, Oregon has officially abolished the death penalty system. Thinking of these, I can't wait to go to This bastard put a gun directly in his head, and it's over!"

"This is the law—you can be dissatisfied, but you must abide by it." Leo concluded, then took back his cup and drank the rest of the coffee, "Of course, if he is willing to cooperate with the plea, the trial process will be much simpler A lot. But he obviously intends to make a fuss about it: Since the end result is the same, why do we have to do what we want? It’s better to try our best to disturb him. This guy probably has this kind of thinking.”

Facing this rogue's method, Rob had no choice but to say angrily: "At least I can still vent my anger on two things. I will not give him any food for 24 hours, and adjust the air conditioner in the room to 10 degrees Celsius!"

Leo couldn't help smiling, and patted him on the shoulder: "This time I fully support you."

Two hours later, an agent came out of the interrogation room and said to Leo and Rob who were having a takeaway dinner: "That guy is freezing and said that if he can meet his conditions, he will consider pleading guilty."

Rob put down the half-eaten hamburger, got up and asked, "What terms?"

"He wants to meet a man named Li Biqing."

Leo, who was wiping his fingers with a tissue, lowered his face: "Go and tell him two words: No way!"

"Wait!" Rob stopped him, turned to his partner and said, "It's just a meeting, isn't it okay? He's in handcuffs, and this is a police station, so there won't be any danger."

Leo asked him back: "I remember you have a brother named Xi Weier who is in high school. Would you let him meet a serial murderer?"

Rob was choked by his question, and said embarrassingly: "At least I will ask him his own wishes instead of making any decisions for him rudely."

Leo was silent for a moment, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

"Yes, I want to see him! Are you at the city police station? I'll be right there!" The nervous and eager voice of the Chinese boy came from the other end of the phone.

Leo hung up the call and glared at his partner angrily.

Rob twitched the corner of his lips teasingly at him: "Dude, you look like a hen guarding the chicks now. Bi Qing is an adult now, and he has the full ability and right to make decisions for any of his actions. I don't think so. What 21-year-old would like to have a dad who is eight years older than him?"

"...It's none of your business!" Leo replied bluntly.

"Just a friendly reminder," Rob shrugged, "If you want to develop a further relationship with him, this kind of mentality is not good."

What is "developing a further relationship"!Just as Leo was about to question, Rob had already oiled the soles of his feet tactfully.

Half an hour later, the Chinese boy rushed to the city police station out of breath, and rushed over as soon as he saw Leo: "Lei Zhe, Lei Zhe is the murderer of the serial murder case? God, are you really arresting the wrong person?" Clutching Leo's arm, he looked at the feds with a sad expression longing for denial.

"Remember your suggestion? We monitored Quentin and caught him at the scene of the attack." Leo replied bluntly.

Li Biqing's expression suddenly darkened, and he bit his lips in despair: "Yes, in fact, I have long been suspicious of him subconsciously, but I don't want to admit it... After all, we are already friends... ..."

"So I think it's better not to see."

"No, I want to see him." Li Biqing insisted, "No matter what, we are still friends so far."

Leo stared at him for a few seconds, then turned in acquiescence and walked towards the interrogation room.

Li Biqing followed behind him and walked into the door of the interrogation room.When Lei Zhe, who was handcuffed to the metal table railing, saw him for the first time, a light flashed from his tired eyes, and he raised the corners of his frozen blue mouth, smiling at him as if meeting him for the first time: "Hi!"

"Hi." Li Biqing sat down on the metal chair opposite the table and looked at him with a sad face, "You look bad...are you cold?"

"Cold and hungry. But seeing you, I feel much better." Lei Zhe tilted his head, looked at him with almost greedy eyes, and suddenly turned his head to make another request to the federal agent standing aside: " I'm going to talk to him alone."

"No!" Leo flatly refused, "Don't push yourself!"

"Then I have nothing to say, you guys continue to turn down the air conditioner to the lowest!" Lei Zhe said coldly.

Rob pulled Leo out of the door and whispered: "I think this guy is like an overwhelmed villain who goes to the church on the weekend to find a priest to confess. He urgently needs someone to talk to. If Bi Qing is the one who can relieve him He's on the defensive, he's going to spit out his crimes at this point, like pouring chocolate chips out of a wide-mouth jar. Why don't we try?"

"He killed three people with cruel means!" Leo frowned, staring at his partner sternly, "And you actually asked me to agree to let Bi Qing stay alone in a room with this psychopathic lunatic ? Do you think I’m crazy too, betting his life on the chance of a killer pleading guilty? If you really think so, then I don’t care if this guy pleads guilty or not!”

Rob let go of his hand resignedly, "Okay, your invincible stubbornness won, again."

"I want to talk to him alone." A voice cut in, "Please, just give me half an hour, no, twenty minutes!"

Leo looked at Li Biqing who walked outside the door at some point.The Chinese boy looked directly at him firmly, and on his delicate and soft face, it clearly said "I have decided to do this, even if you strongly object, I will never back down."When the black-haired detective remained silent, he went on to say: "I will be safe. If you are still not at ease, you can put another handcuff on his feet. But I don't think it is necessary. Lei Zhe just wants to talk to someone about it." talk, but not with the police.”

Leo was silent for a while, and reluctantly said: "Just two or ten minutes - if he said something that made you feel uncomfortable, you'd better come out early. You know, I have seen a living example: a newcomer The prisoner who pissed off the neighbor in the next cell, was driven into a mental breakdown by that pervert who was good at manipulating people's hearts, and committed suicide in the cell that night-the two sides just talked for more than an hour."

Li Biqing nodded: "I will pay attention, don't worry."

In order to prevent the police from monitoring and eavesdropping, Lei Zhe asked that the place of conversation be in Sheriff Trivi's office-no policeman would dare to install a bug in the sheriff's office.Moreover, in order to avoid punching Leo in the face when he met Leo, the black sheriff deliberately went out of the field today, and naturally gave up the right to use the office without knowing it.

The heavy wooden door of the office was tightly shut.Leo put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaning against the wall by the door, seemingly motionless, but his fingers moved slightly in his trouser pockets, as if beating some hidden anxious rhythm.From time to time, he looked up at the clock on the opposite wall. When there was still one minute before the deadline, he finally couldn't help but walked to the office door and put his hand on the doorknob.

The wooden door opened silently, and Li Biqing returned to his sight.Leo carefully looked at the usual expression on his face, and asked worriedly: "What did he say to you?"

The Chinese boy slowly unfolded an indifferent smile that was almost transparent, and said softly: "Some private matters, I think he doesn't want others to know."

Rob also stepped forward and asked, "Does he agree to plead guilty?"

"Yes, but until tomorrow, he said he was exhausted and needed a good rest."

Rob breathed a sigh of relief and said, "We've already spent a day with him, and we don't care about waiting another night." He ordered a city policeman behind him: "Give him something to eat and drink, put him in a cell, and strengthen the guard. Tomorrow we will talk to the prosecution come with the officer."

"Yes, sir!" The young man who had just graduated from the police academy replied respectfully.

After driving the tired-looking Li Biqing back to the apartment, a heavy exhaustion also flooded Leo.

"Do you really don't want to say anything to me?" He asked the other party for the last time, and still got a gentle but firm rejection: "I'm fine, Leo, this kind of thing happened to the people around me, anyone will be depressed for a while .I just feel a little tired and want to sleep well."

"Okay, you have a good rest," the federal agent said to him in a rare gentle tone, "you don't have to go to class tomorrow, and I'll take a day off for you."

"Good night." Li Biqing smiled at him, walked into his bedroom, and closed the door behind his back.He walked to the sink, turned on the tap, splashed cold water on his face, and then buried his face in the water.

Across the rippling water waves, Lei Zhe's cold voice still echoed in his eardrums. Under the curly dark hair, there were a pair of slender eyes full of killing desire when a beast snatched its prey. They were like snake letters on his skin Licked inch by inch: "Bi Qing, my dear new friend, you know, the target I originally set was not Colin... but you! You are the one who makes me want to stab each branch one by one Flesh and blood, one who listens to the enchanting howls and groans and admires the beautiful patterns painted on the skin by the blood... I want to fuck your warm, submissive corpse until I cum in satisfaction..."

Before he was about to suffocate, Li Biqing suddenly raised his head out of the water, and the wet hair on his forehead threw a string of splashing water droplets in mid-air.In the mirror, a water-stained, panting face was reflected. He stared at it for a long time until the dripping water completely blurred his eyes.

Early the next morning, bad news came from the city police station: Lei Zhe?Tang En, the biggest suspect in the Portland State University serial murder case, escaped from the police cell.

His escape method is surprisingly simple, but very effective.The policeman on duty in the early morning was Amanda. He somehow managed to impress the kind-hearted middle-aged female policewoman—probably by taking advantage of her unconscious sympathy for him.Amanda once had a son of about the same age, and apparently this attractive curly-haired boy inspired her dying mother's love and made her feel strongly about her need to nurture and protect him-he persuaded her to open the cell door and enter, and then attacked. She knocked her unconscious to the ground, took away the key, entered the locker room and stole a police uniform, and just got out in such a grandiose manner.

As soon as Leo received the call, he drove straight to the city police station, and Rob came in a hurry after a while.The female police officer who made a big mistake has come to her senses, crying guiltily under the comfort of her colleagues.

"Leave your tears of sympathy at the scene of his execution, now is the time to act!" Leo said relentlessly, "Go and mobilize the traffic surveillance cameras on the nearby streets to see if you can capture anything; search his Go home and look for any clues that may reveal his whereabouts; ask all his relatives in the city to see if they can provide possible hiding places; ask the traffic police to cooperate with setting up guards on the highways at various exits in the city to check..."

The orders issued quickly were carried out one by one by the city police and detectives who performed their duties. Leo himself and Rob led the team to Lei Zhe's residence alone to find clues.It was a small two-story building located on the outskirts of the city, painted a clean off-white color, and a large field of wild roses was planted in the courtyard. The deep red and light pink petals exhaled a rich and sweet fragrance in the sun.

The police almost turned the small building upside down, and found many "souvenirs of the killing" in Lei Zhe's bedroom, including sharp wooden stakes that were full of blood and turned black and red, commemorative lighters, etc., and even There are also parts of the victims, the oldest of which is a bone ring made from the seventh vertebra of the human body, with initials engraved on the inner circle, perhaps the name of a victim-from this point of view The massacre case in Forest Park is probably not the serial murderer's first work. In a dark corner that the police haven't found, the corpses have rotted, the bones are gradually withering, and the ghosts are still wandering and crying.

In a hidden drawer, Leo found a small metal clasp box with a polished brass edge that was often opened by its owner.He lifted the lid of the box, and there was a stack of photos lying quietly inside.

Leo took out the photos and held a stack of seven in his hand. The young and handsome faces of the boys were full of youth in the photos.Holding his breath, Leo looked down one by one, and when he reached the fifth one, he recognized that it was the boy who died in Forest Park; the sixth one was a male college student who was found dead in a remote part of the campus before; Seventh -

It was a soft lawn dotted with fallen leaves. The sun penetrated the green treetops of oak and red birch, splashing spots of light on his body. The Asian boy in the photo raised his head slightly, as if staring at a new green leaf on the branch, with a smile on his lips. Lazy and serene smile.His hair was stirred by the gentle wind, and the breeze even leaked through the paper, carrying a scent of summer roses.

The boy's familiar face made Leo feel a bit of chill.

His heart was frozen by the cold, turning into a lump of lifeless ice, and every running blood vessel was instantly frozen - he felt that he was completely cold from the inside out.

Bi Qing... Bi Qing!He kept shouting in his heart, but his stiff lips couldn't make a sound, until Rob called him behind him, like breaking the magic that imprisoned time, and pushed him out of the frozen picture, the shout broke through suddenly Throat--

"—Bi Qing!"

Rob was stunned. He had never seen such a violent expression on the face of his calm and self-sufficient partner. It was a kind of extreme anger and deep fear.

"What did you say?" he asked tremblingly.

Leo rushed out and dialed a number on his mobile phone. His livid face and trembling fingers made Rob realize that something terrible was about to happen—or was happening!He hurriedly ran to follow, opened the door and jumped into the passenger seat a second before the car sped out.

"What's going on?" he asked again.

The black-haired detective stared straight at the front windshield, his tensed side face like an arrow. "It's Bi Qing! His original target was not Colin, but Bi Qing!"

"What?" Rob was taken aback, "You mean Lei Zhe... God, he just escaped from the police station!"

"We all thought he would hide, or hide his identity, change his name and escape from Portland, or even escape to other states. But we ignored one point—" Leo's deep and mellow voice was as dry as sandpaper at the moment, "Like A rebellious murderer like him often chooses not to escape in a desperate situation, but to strike again desperately, as the most powerful and blatant counterattack to the police!"

"And his choice of target at this time must have ignored all kinds of interests, just to satisfy the most real and passionate desire in his heart!" Rob finally understood what Leo's fear was, and said palely: "God, bless us Hurry up before him..." After all, he couldn't say the last half of the sentence.

"I can't get through to Bi Qing's phone," Leo threw his own phone over, "Call Sirina, tell her the number and ask her to check again!"

Rob frantically dialed the phone.Leo stepped on the accelerator deeper and deeper, and the black Chevrolet Suburban was rampaging on the street like a roaring beast, roaring towards downtown Portland.