The Last Killer

"You've asked me over and over again no less than ten times!" Quinn growled impatiently as he sat on a chair in the interrogation room of the police station, still wearing his skull T-shirt. "Don't I speak English? Or do you all have problems with your ears?"

The middle-aged policeman on the opposite side of the metal table had a rather ugly face, but he still held back his anger and pushed the simulated portrait on the table in front of him again: "Are you sure there are no errors?"

"Please! I've spent no more than half an hour looking at his face, and it's been almost two days now! People of the yellow race look similar, I've tried my best to remember, what else do you want?!" In a rage, Quinn slammed the tabletop loudly.

Another young policeman who was sitting casually at the table with half of his buttocks bent down, grabbed his collar, stared into his eyes and shouted: "Don't be so arrogant, boy, the contents of that notebook are still there." Waiting for you to explain it well... What are you going to do, you poor imitator? Are you going to take over as Daredevil II?"

Panic appeared in Quinn's eyes, his voice couldn't help but weakened a lot, and he still said firmly: "If thinking about it is a crime, then everyone in the United States will have to go to jail-who doesn't want to move the national treasury into their own pockets? "

The young policeman snorted coldly, shoved him violently, and pushed him back to his seat.

Regarding the detailed interrogation of the Asian young man's words, deeds, and every move, No. 11 times fell on this big black man who is fierce and soft-hearted, and Quinn felt that he was about to be driven crazy.

Outside the monitoring wall, two men in dark suits talked while watching the interrogation in the room.

"The simulated portrait he gave is similar to what the gas station employee and the hotel proprietress dictated, and another girl named Jessica is still in a coma in the hospital because of a drug overdose."

"Another simulated portrait with a different face. How many do we have in the drawer, Rob? Every time a crime is committed, even if there are witnesses, the descriptions and portraits given are different. Can he change the facial features?"

Rob blinked his green and slender eyes, suddenly deliberately lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "I heard that the Chinese have an ancient martial art, which can change their appearance and even their gender at will. Even an old man can change in an instant. A little girl, what's her name, oh, 'Disguise'..."

His companion glared at him with deep dark blue eyes: "Have you been brainwashed into an idiot by bizarre Kung Fu movies? You can believe such absurd legends! We have also learned makeup skills, no matter how we dress up, we can only From height, hairstyle, clothing, temperament, it is barely feasible to fool an unfamiliar person in a place with insufficient light, how can it be like plastic surgery, even the basic shape and position of the facial features are changed?"

"Okay, Leo? Lawrence, I've confirmed once again that your sense of humor is insulated from your head." Rob laughed, obviously just joking, to ease the solemn atmosphere. "Forget that your maternal grandmother is also Chinese, how about it, what's new about this quarter of your compatriots?"

"He's left-handed." Leo handed him a photo of a transparent evidence bag, with a small piece of sketch paper in the bag, and black charcoal pencils on the paper to outline lifelike graffiti. "The evidence I just found is suspected to be the handwriting of 'Zhaqing'. I have done handwriting identification and faxed it to the BAU (Behavioral Investigation Support Section) to supplement the criminal psychology profile."

Rob took it over, carefully observed the disemboweled wolf hanging upside down on the branch on the paper, flicked his tongue and said: "The drawing is not bad, it has a lot of skills...he plans to add a new one from this time. Mark? Then we have to give thanks to the unfortunate Mr. Daredevil, who has made great contributions to our grasp of more arrest clues-I will tell the morgue later and sew his belly up a little bit. "

Leo was speechless about this completely unreliable new partner, and couldn't help but miss his retired old buddy Kenneth deeply. The over-the-top kid is much better.

"Now I have the feeling of flying a kite when I was a child." Rob returned the photo to Leo, shrugging regretfully, "The kite is flying in the sky, and we are chasing and chasing on the ground, but we can't catch up."

"We will catch him! Just like those cunning scumbags before, they were all brought to justice in the end." Leo's face sank, and the dark blue eyes under his black hair were like the deep sea with dark currents, brewing A raging storm.

What Rob dreaded most was the look of his disobedience to all the evils of the world, which cast a grim, vitriolic tinge on his handsome features, resembling those of some cool movie star.

No wonder he still can't find a girlfriend... The unkind partner is complaining in his stomach, probably no woman wants to marry the anthropomorphic version of the US Constitution, no matter how beautifully packaged the cover is.

I heard that there was a female technician named "Eve" in the New York branch who had a deep affection for him, and then sadly ended his unrequited love.According to the gossip, the reason was that he had been a little ambiguous with a suspect who was as beautiful as a work of art. Although he vehemently denied this, the two never got together... The problem is, the suspect is a man!Rob had seen a photo of the blond boy, who was actually made into a poster by the invisible rival Eve and pasted up at home—this shows how horribly beautiful he is. (Note: See "Spider" for the story of this troublesome blond guy and his hacker boyfriend.)

Is this guy really bent?Rob was still muttering in his stomach until he got in the car, and looked at Leo with flickering eyes: this handsome half-race guy was leaning on the back of the seat and meditating, his smooth forehead, straight nose bridge and graceful lip line formed a smooth line. The silhouette is a mixture of the profound toughness of Caucasians and the delicate skin texture of Orientals. When the eyelashes are drooping on those dark blue eyes, it can even exude a melancholy and moving atmosphere...

Well, he does have the capital to take all men and women.I can be regarded as a handsome guy in the street crowd, but when I stand with him and compare... The tragedy is that due to work reasons, they often have to stand together all day long.

When Rob's head, which was disconnected from time to time, was still immersed in the frustration of various dislikes about his appearance, their car had already driven into the underground parking lot of the FBI's office building in Portland, Oregon.

When they walked into the office, Leo and Rob heard several colleagues talking about a new murder case. The eighth work show of "Finishing" was posted all over the walls. In the photos, the blond man's appearance after his tragic death is estimated to be unrecognizable to his biological mother.

"Do you think it's cruel?" A glamorous female detective with light blonde curly hair said to the new recruit, whose lips trembled when looking at the photo, and his eyes were full of righteous indignation, "I suggest you go and see 'Night Road' Killer' work, that's the original. Personally, I think this kind of death suits him well, and it's true in the Old Testament, 'An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'."

"Tia, your tone is dangerous." Leo walked to the coffee machine in the corner, chose between the nasty latte and the even more nasty macchiato, poured a glass and sipped, "whatever What beautiful motives a crime puts on itself and is still a crime. There is no doubt that 'Night Killer' is a scum, but only the law can push poison in his veins, and no one else has the right."

"Come on, Leo. I know you hate 'Zha Qing' and all criminals. But criminals are different from criminals. To put it bluntly, with a few more killers like 'Zu Qing', our country's law and order may be much better .” Tia retorted without flinching.

A short girl wearing glasses timidly joined in the discussion: "At least one thing none of us can do: he does what the police should do, but he doesn't receive half of the salary from the government, and he never misses - can we hire he?"

Leo put his finger on his forehead, "Wake up, girls! I know that the simulated portraits of this guy can form the top three men's beauty pageants in Asia, but don't forget, he's a killer! He does it out of interest, not justice. He's just like any other pervert: he kills, and he enjoys doing it. One day, when he finds that he can't find his intended prey, he can't control the desire to kill and turns to the innocent. I can be 100% sure that the people did it! As long as you start a murder, there will be a pair of invisible hands pushing you, forcing you step by step to the day when your life ends!"

"Okay, the tea party time is over, go do your own work! Tia, pay attention to your identity and position as an agent. Sirina, can you be more naive and stupid? Leo, you are sent by the Washington headquarters Criminal investigator, I can't control you, but in my territory, you have to follow my rules." Shaman, the regional office director they jokingly called "snakehead"?Jins clapped his hands twice and walked over. The neatly trimmed short gray and white beard on his cheeks and under his jaw kept dancing when he spoke, which really looked like the swollen head and neck of a cobra when it was angry.

Upon seeing this, Rob immediately made an excuse to slip away: "I'll go to the Evidence Identification Section to see what new discoveries are made."

Leo, who was robbed of his lines, had to run errands: "I'll go to the morgue at the police station again to see if there are any clues that I missed." He threw the remaining half cup of coffee directly into the trash can, turned around and walked away. Walk.

"It's a pity." Tia pouted her bright red full lips towards his back, and muttered in a voice that "snakehead" couldn't hear, "If he wasn't as rigid and upright as a textbook, he would be my favorite— — I hate textbooks."

When Leo re-examined the body of the "Night Killer" three times from the hair to the toe, and did not even extract any useful DNA from the murderer, his mobile phone bounced in his pocket.

As soon as the connection was made, elder sister Jasmine's soft voice pierced his eardrum: "My dear brother, don't tell me you forgot to pick up my boyfriend at the airport. The plane landed at 10:30, can you tell me What time am I now?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten. It's still time to pick up the plane—" Leo looked up at his wrist, and replied awkwardly, "50 minutes ago..."

"He doesn't speak the language here, and he's unfamiliar with the place," Jasmine warned him through gnashing of teeth on another continent, "If you haven't seen him within an hour, I'll tell you about the affair you had with that suspect." Mom, soon you will receive countless calls day and night, crying and urging you to get married immediately!"

Leo felt a chill run down his back and shuddered.Once again, he tried his best to clarify his sexual orientation: "That thing is not true..." But he was interrupted mercilessly by his sister: "Now, go to the parking lot, get out your car keys, and go !"

Leo was once again defeated by his sister, so he had to say hello to the autopsy officer, drove away from the police station, and went straight to Portland International Airport.Along the way, he kept imagining, what kind of a man with a strong body, slow thinking, and low self-esteem would be worthy of Jasmine's ruthless mouth, deadly legs, and sturdy heart?

As a result, when he saw the Asian young man dozing off on a chair holding a cardboard in the waiting hall, he couldn't help taking a deep breath.Maybe most of the orientals look younger than they actually are, but this man is too young to be called a "boy".Leo judged him to be no more than 22 years old—and Jasmine was already 32 years old!

Well, sibling love is not impossible, the problem is, the boy's delicate face, thin body, unsuspecting sleeping state under the soft short hair dyed maroon, and the card in his arms that says " Leo Lawrence, what happened to the cardboard of "Come and pick me up"?

At an airport in a foreign country where people come and go, he is like a naive little sheep nestling on the seat with a travel bag on his back and sleeping unconscious, even a middle-aged white man with a beard and wretched expression When passing by, he touched his face without knowing it.

Leo frowned in distress. He had to accept the reality in front of him—this boy who was as tender and soft as milk pudding with mango embedded in it, anyone who could bite into it, was Jasmine's new boyfriend.

He walked over, grabbed the other person's shoulders and shook them vigorously, and asked in Chinese with a pair of blurred brown eyes and slightly parted lips: "Li Biqing?"

The boy nodded as if waking up from a dream, and asked, "Keanu? Reeves?"

Leo sighed silently, trying not to think of the usual practice of pouring cold water on the suspect's face to wake him up, and pulled out the cardboard he was holding tightly in his hand, "I'm Leo? Lawrence, Jasmine's younger brother."

"Oh, Leo, hello." Li Biqing muttered sleepily, "I'm so sleepy, I'm still jet-lagged..."

Leo had no choice but to hold the travel bag in one hand, and with the other hand, he led the wobbly boy out of the terminal and stuffed it into the car.As soon as he touched the leather cushion of the back seat, he moved comfortably a few times and fell asleep quickly.

When he returned to the temporarily rented apartment, he had to carry this guy who couldn't wake up no matter what, into the elevator. On the way, he attracted several ambiguous looks full of deep meaning. Even the female college student next door who always wanted to strike up a conversation with him saw them, They all lowered their faces in disbelief, and then closed the door with a "touch".

Although he does not intend to develop a relationship with any woman at present, such a utilitarian attitude still makes Leo feel wronged and helpless.

After throwing Molly's little boyfriend on the bed, he immediately left the apartment to get back to work.Maybe he will still work late tonight. He has a small lounge in the office building, and it is enough to sleep on the sofa.

The murder scene needs further investigation to ensure that no clues are missed; the completed criminal psychological profile has been obtained, and the detectives in charge of this serial murder case held two more meetings; The camera calls along the way are still in progress... Leo was so busy that he couldn't even eat on time, and he didn't have time to take care of the extra person in the apartment.To be precise, he had completely forgotten that if what he brought into the apartment was not a person but a piece of cake, it would definitely have been moldy and green haired by now.

When he finally remembered Jasmine's little boyfriend, it was already the fifth day after that.

There is nothing in the refrigerator in the apartment except beer. That guy doesn’t have a key so he can’t go out. Even if he goes out, he doesn’t understand the language and doesn’t know the way. The aura... Leo suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem—if left unattended, this piece of soft pudding will be wandering in the streets and alleys in such a daze, sooner or later it will be eaten by some hungry, perverted, malicious people The bastards eat it in one bite!

Thinking of the consequences and Jasmine's angry face, Leo decided to temporarily put down his work and hurried back to the apartment to have a look.