The Last Killer

As if sleeping but not sleeping, Luo Yi felt a little itchy calf, as if someone was rubbing it with their feet.

The single bed in this kind of motel is quite difficult for two people to squeeze in. He closed his eyes and moved to the edge of the bed to make room for the other party.

A few minutes later, the stimulation of being held on his private parts woke him up completely.

"Shh..." One hand covered his mouth, the other hand was pulled out from between his legs, slid across his waist, and his fingers got in through the open buttons of his clothes, twisting the protrusion of his chest, as if that It is a switch that prevents the other party from struggling.The man's deep voice whispered in his ear: "Don't wake up the other guy."

"Alden..." Luo Yi broke off the palm covering his mouth and nose, and lowered his voice, "What do you want... Take your hand out!"

Alden laughed silently, and Luo Yi could feel the slight vibration of his throat against the back of his neck.

"What do you think?" He began to slowly turn his fingertips, playing with the tiny nipple.Hearing the quick gasp, he sucked on the other's earlobe in satisfaction, "We are the same kind, I thought you knew."

Luo Yi said with difficulty breathing: "I guessed it, but I never thought about doing this with you...Maybe you can find anyone to sleep with, but don't count me in."

"You're so cute when you're shy, my Chinese baby, I like your conservative tradition... How about treating this as the beginning of a relationship?" I don't know if it's because of the extremely low voice, Ou Alden's tone has changed subtly compared to before, and he no longer looks polite, as if something in the darkness gave him a wildness stripped of rules and restraints.

Luo Yi shuddered at the feeling of the wet and warm tip of his tongue swimming in the pit of his neck, and he pushed the other party away a little with difficulty: "Even if it's love, I don't want it to start on a single bed in a cheap hotel, let alone a room There's a bystander."

"That guy is dead asleep, snoring louder than Ray. As long as he doesn't make too much noise, he probably won't wake up, unless you like to yell during orgasm," Alden explained lightly. Opening his pants, "But I guess you're not like that, huh?"

Luo Yi grabbed his hand: "Are you sure he is asleep, snoring is not a disguise?"

Alden froze for a moment, then laughed, "Disguising? This idea is really weird."

Luo Yi opened his eyes wide and glanced in the direction of the adjacent bed, but he couldn't see anything clearly in the dark.He put his lips close to Alden's ear, and said in a weak and serious voice: "I suspect he is a dangerous person, for example... that 'night killer'."

Alden clung to his body and trembled slightly, and lost his voice: "What?"

"I know it sounds weird, but...he wandered alone at night, said he was kicked out of the car by a drunk friend, but he didn't smell a bit of alcohol; he kept telling me the details of the murder, and those Never been in the media; he was very concerned with how people reacted to it, and he took pride in their insecurities and fears, as if he was showing off his achievements ... What do you think that means?"

Alden withdrew his hand from Luo Yi's trousers, and subconsciously glanced at the adjacent bed, where a dark and undulating outline was outlined, mixed with heavy snorting, which seemed to be infinitely magnified in the silent room—if Luo Yi's guess is right, so what are they doing, dancing with wolves?Room with a murderer?Oh hell!

"None of these can be used as evidence. Maybe he is just a 'killer fanatic', or a psychopath who likes to imagine..." Alden wasn't sure whether this sentence was comforting Luo Yi or himself.

"Then let's look for evidence." Luo Yi pulled up her pants, got off the bed lightly, and touched a lighter from the small round table.He didn't dare to turn on the light, so under the light of the faint flame, he checked Quinn's coat and trousers that were placed on the sofa chair.

While taking out his trouser pocket, his fingers touched something hard and flat, and he pulled it out.

"It's a notebook." He said softly, put the lighter into Alden's hand, and began to flip through the pages.

The notepad is hard-covered, not much bigger than a palm, and it is filled with scribbled writing and messy lines with pens and carbon pencils, and there are many traces of alteration.Its owner must have valued it very much, turning and rewriting it so often that the edges of the page are a little curled.

"...she was stumbling and running, crying for help, and kept looking back. She was terrified, like a lamb being chased by wolves, waiting to be tied up and dragged back. Her screaming voice made people Blood boils..." Alden leaned his head closer, frowned and said, "If it's a novel, the writing is really bad. What is this?" He pointed to a crooked geometric pattern under the text.

Luo Yi carefully identified it, "Is it an upside-down pentagram?" His fingertips moved up along the ink dots in the shape of water droplets in the middle of the page, until the top of the page - because he paid attention to it first. The text and the black graffiti on the upper corners were ignored by them—a few curvy lines, probably representing tree branches, hanging with a long shadow...it was a corpse!Those dots of ink represent the blood dripping from it!

Luo Yi shook his hand and almost threw the bloody and evil exhibition board away!

Alden dropped the lighter, grabbed his wrist, pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Calm down...don't make a sound, let's go out quietly."

Luo Yi took a deep breath, "Do you want to call the police?"

"For a broken notepad? We will be laughed at by the police. This is not strong evidence, although it is indeed evil. Listen to me, get out of here first, you take the good stuff and drive to the door of the hotel, and I will wake Jay up." Sika, let's go now."

"...Okay," Luo Yi said, "I'll listen to you."

Before leaving, Alden stuffed the car keys into his hand and kissed his lips in the dark: "Hurry up, baby."

After tossing twice, Luo Yi got the Volvo and Chevrolet from the small parking lot behind the hotel to the side of the road, and saw Alden walking quickly out of the door alone.

"Where's Jessica?"

"I kept knocking on the door, but there was no movement. Later, I went around to look outside the window. The curtains were open, and she was not in the room at all. I think she probably... went to find a place to have a few drinks." Alden shrugged, a little concealed The expression flashed across his face, and Luo Yi sharp-eyed interpreted the subtle emotions hidden in it: a sense of disgust that could not be recognized.

"You have no obligation to be responsible for an addict." Luo Yi patted his arm reassuringly, "If that's the case, leave her alone, let's go."

"Like elopement?" Alden grabbed his fingers, his eyes were as warm as fireworks that suddenly lit up in the dark night.

Luo Yi stared into his eyes, then slowly laughed: "Yes, elope."

Two black cars raced on the deserted night road, at least up to 100 miles, as if chasing some kind of ignited passion, with woods, rivers, orchards on the wasteland on both sides, and one or two rubbing shoulders. The small towns they passed by were all left behind by them without any regrets.

The Volvo suddenly slowed down, and its owner blinked at Luo Yi from the rolled-down window of the driver's seat, and said loudly in the whirling night wind, "Is it far enough?"

Luo Yi thought for a while, "Uh, it should be enough." They had been driving non-stop for more than an hour just now, and they were at least a hundred miles away from the hotel where the devil was sleeping.

Alden stared at him with almost sparks in his eyes, and some kind of urgency, driven by desire, surged across his face.He turned the steering wheel sharply, and the car deviated from the interstate highway, slanted down the gentle grass slope beside the roadbed, and cut a new road in the knee-high thatch wasteland.

Luo Yi froze for a moment, turned the car around, and followed the pioneer into the wilderness away from civilization.The two white roads with fallen grass stalks are close and parallel, extending to the depths of the wilderness before ending with the sound of brakes.

Alden got out of the car, came over and opened the door of the Chevrolet, thrust his head into the driver's seat and gave his new lover a long, bloody kiss.When the two sides had to take a breath, he gasped in Luo Yi's ear and asked, "Here?"

Luo Yi hesitated with a flushed face: "It's so remote..."

"So no one disturbs you, you can shout as much as you want." Alden held the back of his head with his left hand and took him out of the driver's seat with his right hand around his waist.While pulling and tugging, the two entangled and kissed, rolled around the side of the car, and moved to the hood of the front of the car.

Pressing Luo Yi against the cold metal plate, Alden couldn't wait to tear the buttons of his shirt and pull the damn belt on his trousers.The summer night breeze was still moist and cool on the wasteland, the bright red nipples of the young man under him stood up under the double stimulation, Alden buried his head in his chest, continued to tease them with his lips and tongue, and grabbed the other half with one hand The genitals, which were half covered in the cloth, rubbed against his own, and he could hear the crushed and moaning of the other party, just like the scattered moon shadows on the blue lake in the middle of the night, rippling into a cold and charming picture. painting.

At that moment, he almost had the urge to give up.

But soon, the strong desire that surged up from the bottom of his heart completely swallowed up the weak wavering, and his other hand moved quietly, like a poisonous snake hiding in the grass, and the red letter silently spit out was on the tip of the needle. A little bit of dim light bit the opponent's lamb-like defenseless neck!

At the moment before the needle tip pierced the skin, a white and extremely powerful hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, twisted like a poisonous snake seven inches away, and stabbed the instigator's body with his backhand in a flash!

The shocked expression froze on Alden's face, his eyes widened, his lips opened and closed in vain, and he couldn't make a sound. He only felt an indescribable numbness spreading from the skin under the needle point to his limbs. , quickly extended to the heart.On the contrary, another bone-piercing fear rushed out from the heart, and after colliding with it, it exploded into overwhelming pain!

He stared at the handsome face that was close at hand - a few strands of black hair were sticky on the wet forehead, the pink lips were very seductively slightly swollen, and the aftertaste of passion remained on the flushed cheeks , and those eyes—he had never seen such dark and indifferent eyes, like a universe where the stars were annihilated, silently unable to let in any light.The icy darkness weighed down heavily, huge and suffocating. He subconsciously wanted to reach out his hands to protect his head and face, but he was shocked to find that the brain had already lost command over the body.

——He knows very well that this is the effect of saxitoxin, which is extracted from the Alaskan stone house clam that feeds on the poisonous gonorrhea. itself.

What frightened him even more was that in order to enjoy the painful struggle of his prey when he was dying, he specially diluted this toxin so that it only had the effect of paralyzing the muscles and avoiding blocking the nerve conduction—that is to say, it would not be the same as the one who fell into it. Like the prey in his hands, he will clearly enjoy the journey of gradual death: pain, panic, despair, collapse...

His stiff body hit the grass like a dead log.The young man with death-like dark eyes squatted beside him leisurely, looking at him like looking at a dead wood covered with moss, and his tone was full of joyful sarcasm: "Don't worry, such a remote place won't Someone interrupted. We can spend the last sweet time, can't we, my Mr. Serial Killer. Perhaps, I should call you the code name in the police file-Night Street Killer?"

A sudden guess flashed through Alden's brain that was about to shut down, and then turned into a crazy and sharp conclusion—he finally knew who the object of the fatal affair tonight was!I have seen the other party's report in the newspaper several times, and he just gloated and laughed at those of the same kind who fell into the other party's hands-people always think that they have more luck than others.Now, the same fate befell him, and he finally tasted the bitter fruit of arrogance and underestimation of the enemy.

"Finish"!

This serial murderer, who took the serial murderer as his target, had seven murder cases exposed by the police so far, and he, the "Oregon Night Devil", was bound to become the opponent's eighth trophy.

Every serial killer has their own way of committing crimes, which is the hallmark of their identity.The mark of completion is to "treat others in the same way", using the way they kill people to concoct themselves...

"In the customs of our country, eight is an auspicious number." Luo Yi said to Alden with a smile, "For this reason, I reward you for choosing a beautiful tree as a grave—what do you think of the beech tree on the left?" ?”

Alden could no longer twist his stiff neck, and cast his dull eyes desperately to the thick ink-like sky, which was covered with night clouds and not a single star.

Not far away from the sparse arbor forest, there was a shrill scream of the old raven, which resembled the wailing of the prey he had disemboweled before dying.

Two hours later, a black Chevrolet rolled over the long grass deep in the wilderness and slanted up the embankment of the interstate highway.Before dawn, it might be abandoned at the bottom of a certain deep lake, but right now, it hasn't completed its mission.

The dark night sky gradually fades from the sky to hazy indigo, from deep to light, and a new morning is gestating in the glued changes.Inexplicably, the Chevrolet's car radio came back to normal, just as suddenly as when it broke, and John Lennon sang in a low, hoarse voice over a soothing nostalgic rhythm.

A small piece of scribbled sketch paper was blown out of the car window by the wind, flying in mid-air like a butterfly with broken wings.With a few lines of carbon pencil, a puddle of blood and a wolf hanging upside down from a branch above the pool of blood are outlined with a few lines of carbon pencil.