The Last Killer

"I don't think his condition is very good... Should we call in a doctor?" Elaine looked away from the monitor and asked her colleague Haydn hesitantly.She is a gentle and quiet French-blond beauty with pure blue eyes without any color, which is full of hidden worries at the moment.

She feels that the colleagues present have reached a certain consensus. This may be a hint from above, or a private agreement, but doing so is illegal and devoid of humanitarian spirit—they cannot do this to a person. The newly captured suspect turned a blind eye to the bruises, cuts, bloodstains, and suspected fractures that didn't exist at all.

Even a prisoner on death row can enjoy the right to life before execution, and the prison will dispatch doctors to treat him with a cold or cold. What's more, he is only a suspect before the court's judgment takes effect!Why not let him see a doctor?Elaine thought sullenly.

"I think it's better for you to leave this matter alone." Haydn replied simply and scribbled.He looked like he wanted to avoid talking about this issue, but the girl he liked looked at him persistently and pleadingly, which quickly defeated him, and he pulled her into the cubicle of his desk and whispered : "He is not an ordinary suspect, do you know who he is?"

"Yes, I know." Yi Lian was infected by the tense atmosphere, and lowered her voice, "The guy in charge of the case only said that he was involved in at least a dozen intentional homicides, but everyone knows that he is hanging on The serial killer on the Federal Most Wanted List - 'Finish'!"

"Then you should know who got him."

"I heard that it was Leo Lawrence, the head of the Criminal Division of the Headquarters. What's even more amazing is that he caught him by the way when he was cracking another big case."

"Very well, Elaine, I know you are a smart girl, please tell me now, if you are the head of the bureau, you are planning to set an example as a reward for a key agent who has made great achievements twice, Or punish him for a trivial infraction like accidentally hitting the suspect?"

Elaine showed a look of enlightenment.

Haydn boldly patted her waist, and comforted: "Now you understand why everyone keeps silent, in case this matter is spread - no one wants to offend the future office manager. Gaudi quickly Retired, and Leo is his favorite cadre, the recommendation letter attached in the departure report is still very convincing."

Elaine nodded and said, "I understand...but I have to call a doctor. What if he dies in the interview room?"

Haydn immediately retorted: "He was killed, how could he die so easily! Do you know how many vicious serial murderers he has killed? 'Ghoul', 'Park Road Butcher', 'Oregon Night Devil', 'Rose Killers', and a pair of professional police killers..."

"Hey, wait—" Elaine stopped several of her colleagues, and said in surprise, "Are you also his, uh, fan?"

Haydn glanced left and right, and smiled awkwardly.

"It's great. After working together for so long, we finally have a common topic besides work." Elaine said happily.

Haydn's heart moved: What does this mean?He got a rare opportunity? "If possible, let's find time to chat at noon tomorrow and have lunch together?" He asked cautiously.After getting the other party's permission, he stood up excitedly and turned around twice, wanting to hug the monitor and kiss the suspect killer in the picture, oh, if this can help him get a girlfriend, he is even willing to risk offending his future boss risk, sneak a doctor over.

Caleb and another agent fret in front of a wall.According to the rules, they have to take photos and fingerprints of suspects, but this has never happened before—they can't let a suspect who is too injured to stand up against the wall with his name tag, even if called two Even if I hold him personally, I can't measure his height.

Moreover, the other party's face and body were covered with blood, and they had not been notified about cleaning, so what if the blood was all evidence?But fingerprints must be printed with blue ink instead of blood fingerprints, which is also a rule.

— Can anyone tell them exactly what to do with a suspect who obviously should have gone straight to the emergency room instead of making the FBI office look like a murder scene by splattering blood on the floor and walls?

While hesitating, the savior finally arrived, and a brown-haired and green-eyed detective came in. Judging from the nameplate on his chest, he was of a higher rank than them. "Sir..." Caleb looked at him in embarrassment.

The latecomers waved their hands to signal them to go out first, then stepped forward a few steps and squatted down by the wall.

"Hi, Rob." The suspect, sitting on the floor against the wall, greeted nonchalantly.

Rob sighed silently, "What should I call you, Bi Qing, or Sha Qing?"

"Let's finish it. Li Biqing has someone else, I should return the fake name to him."

Rob was silent for a moment, and said: "Can we have a good talk on the table and chairs, don't make such a dying look to tease those rookies, I know your injury is much lighter than it looks, Leo is a heavy hand, But no killer."

Sha Qing laughed, got up, walked to the table and sat down. Although the movement was light and slow, it was not difficult. "It's a pity. Even so, you refused to send me to the hospital. It shows that the federal government doesn't pay as much attention to human rights as it advertises."

"We can't take the risk of being escaped by you, you know, you are a heavyweight to the entire judicial community." Rob said, pushing the paper and pen with Miranda's warning printed on it in front of him, "Usually We will do everything possible to induce the suspect to give up his right to silence, and to extract the evidence he needs without the presence of a lawyer. But I don't want to play tricks on you like I did with others. I suggest you don't sign this and wait until the lawyer comes. Speak up, and try not to use government-appointed lawyers."

"That's really troublesome. I don't have a private lawyer, and I don't plan to contribute to the decoration of a lawyer's new villa. Since there is a free one, why not use it? But, I still have to thank you for reminding me." Answered casually.

Rob suddenly felt annoyed with kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs.For the young man in front of him, he has always had some kind of friendship between friends. Even if he knows the real identity of the other party now, the bits and pieces of the previous relationship are still as clear as yesterday, which makes him unable to resolutely put away the past like Leo. The relationship was completely broken—maybe because he wasn't the person involved, he didn't pay enough, and the pain wasn't that deep.

Thinking of Leo returning to the bureau and handing over the task, he took leave and left, leaving him all the follow-up parts, and hasn't shown up until now, Rob's expression dimmed, and he threw out an annoyed and contradictory sentence: "It's up to you Well, anyway, conviction and sentencing are 100% impossible to escape, and no lawyer can win your innocence defense—you should be glad that it is the federal government that sued you, and the federal government does not have the death penalty.”

Sha Qing shrugged indifferently, "I never pin my hopes on others, especially those lawyers who are only interested in profit. As for the federal government, it is indeed the strongest opponent I have ever encountered in my life... Well, even if I can't win it, ruthlessly Respond to it hard, it can always be done, right?"

Rob pushed the table and stood up angrily, feeling that he could understand Leo's mood now - this guy is simply a sharp knife without a handle, whoever holds it will cut his hand, completely different from the image of the gentle and elegant Li Biqing If there are two people.

He hated his teeth so much that he really wanted to turn his head and leave, never caring about anything about this bastard, but at the same time he found sadly that even so, the lingering warmth of affection in his heart still did not dissipate.In the end, he still couldn't help reminding: "Remember to consult the lawyer carefully about the content of the plea bargain." Then he opened the door and walked out.

The two former detectives were still waiting outside the door, and Rob ordered: "Call a few medical staff to come over, treat him, clean and change his clothes, and follow the procedures for the rest."

"Send it to the MCC (Federal Detention Center) tonight, or wait until tomorrow morning?" Caleb asked for instructions in detail.Facing the legendary super killer, he was so nervous just now that his hands trembled, and he kept holding the camera to ease his emotions.

Rob took a look at this rookie helplessly, and decided to add an item of "newly recruited staff need to further strengthen business training, especially in terms of psychological endurance" in the annual proposal.

"If you don't send it to MCC, why not send it to your house for the night?" He asked with a straight face.

The other party looked ashamed, "Hold, I'm sorry sir...I'll call the doctor now."

This is a 20-story building located in downtown New York. Its off-white walls and diamond-shaped appearance make it appear inconspicuous among countless high-rise buildings.Only by carefully looking at the rows of slightly smaller windows and the densely packed steel fences exposed inside the brown glass, can one feel that this is a special place where thousands of people are held—the Federal Metropolitan Detention Center.

Its official abbreviated name is MCC, but the inmates generally refer to it as "White House".As one of Washington's key federal detention centers, it holds almost all untried criminals for arraignment in nearby federal courts.

At 11:30 in the evening, the escort vehicle drove into the spacious vestibule of MCC, and the two suspects who were shackled and shackled were escorted out of the vehicle by several FBI agents and handed over to the prison guards of the detention center.

"Hi, Jin." A prison guard asked with a smile while signing the form, "Is this the last vote for today, what is it?"

The small Korean detective raised his chin at one of the strong Hispanics with shawls and beards: "A member of 'Fifth Street', suspected of drug trafficking, kidnapping, and extortion."

Hearing the sound, the Hispanic turned his head and grinned defiantly at them.

Scum.The prison guard appraised in his stomach, and then pointed to another suspect standing a little further away with a pen: "What about that one?"

It was a young man of Asian descent, with a tall, slender body and a slightly thin body. His face was hidden in the shadow of the night and the backlight, and he could only see medical gauze on his forehead, and his wrists and ankles were wrapped with bandages, which seemed to be badly injured. He was light, but still wearing double shackles. He was held tightly by two agents, and he looked cautious for fear that he would break the chain and fly away.

"I don't know about that." Jin shrugged, "That guy is under special supervision, and the relevant files are classified as A-level confidential. It is estimated that the higher-ups don't want to disclose his identity too soon. You know, the media is always pervasive, and they can use it as a The gunman, of course, can also turn the gun head and crush you."

"That's right, we've had enough of those noisy journalists and various human rights organizations surrounding the prison gate." The prison guard said empathetically, and returned the signed form to him.

Immediately, a small team of prison guards on standby stepped forward to escort the two newly arrived suspects.

The procedures for entering the prison are step-by-step, like frozen fish on the assembly line. After filling out a bunch of forms and entering a white room, the prison guard said in a routine tone: "Take off your clothes, take off your clothes."

The Hispanic stripped off his whole body neatly, turned to look at the young Asian who was undressing, and shook his chest and arm muscles as strong as a bodybuilder showing off and provocatively, with obvious contempt in his eyes.

The Asian youth ignored him, and silently put on the underwear and the brown jumpsuit prepared by the detention center, and fastened the middle row of buttons one by one.

The Hispanic interpreted his silence and avoidance as fear, and grew more elated.

A prison guard packed the changed clothes and all their belongings into a cardboard box face to face, and the Asian youth suddenly said, "Sorry, sir, can I take that amulet?"

"what?"

He pointed to a short silver-gray chain with a metal plate hanging in the box, "This is a very important amulet that was consecrated by the master of the religion I believe in."

The old grey-haired prison guard picked up the metal chain and looked at it for a moment. He couldn't see any clues from the weird patterns and patterns, and asked suspiciously: "I've seen people wearing crosses, pentagrams, and small Buddha statues. What kind of religion is this?" of?"

The Asian youth smiled slightly and said in Chinese: "The Kagyu sect of Tantra."

He repeated it again in English, the syllables twisted like an alien language, and the old guard rolled his eyes until the other party summed it up succinctly: "a certain branch of Buddhism", and then showed a clear expression.

According to regulations, prisoners, including undecided prisoners, are allowed to wear religious ornaments. There were once bad-tempered prison guards who trampled prisoners' religious ornaments, but were seized by the prisoner's lawyer. The prison went to court, which made the prison very passive and embarrassed. Since then, it has been more careful in handling religious beliefs. Even the prayer rugs for Islamic prisoners are provided by the public.

The old prison guard didn't find any hidden dangers in the short chain and the small brand, so he returned it to him casually, and said in a rather humane way: "Buddha bless you."

"Bless you too." The Asian youth replied politely, with elegant eyes and a peaceful expression, as if humans and animals were harmless.

The carton was sealed with tape, pasted with paper, and ready to be mailed to the suspect's home.The Hispanic gave a list of addresses, but the Asian youth shook his head.

"Home address?" asked the old guard.

"No."

"Then fill in relatives and friends."

The Asian youth thought for a while, and wrote an address: Apartment 86 East 103th Street, Manhattan, New York, Leo?Lawrence received.

Imagine what the black-haired detective would look like when he received a package from the prison and found his underwear and items after opening it... He couldn't help laughing mischievously and playfully.

Seeing his smile, another suspect gloated with obscene meanings in his eyes, and muttered in Spanish: "Your ass will be fucked, little boy."

"Shut up and come with us." The prison guards waiting nearby handcuffed them again.

The lights on the seventh floor of the white building, which had already been turned off, suddenly turned on. Several prison guards surrounded the two newcomers into the cell area and entered a large room labeled 7R.This is a large prison cell of about 30 square meters, with 60 iron frame beds arranged in three rows, toilets, bathrooms, dining tables, food distribution rooms, and metal cabinets for storing sundries are all in one space. There are [-] beds in total. Very strong, generally used for temporary transition and to save space when the number of people is full.Right now almost all the beds are occupied, only one upper berth and one lower berth in the corner are vacant, and their former occupants were just transferred in the afternoon.

A burly black prison guard pointed to the vacant iron canopy bed and said to the new prisoner, "That's it, your bed."

The Hispanic looked around the room full of bed frames and couldn't help complaining: "It's more crowded than I thought."

Another young white prison guard interfaced: "7S is more crowded, 120 people per room, are you going there?"

"No, here it is. If there is a double room available, don't forget to let me know." He walked towards the bed with the distributed clothes and said without looking back.When he found that the Asian youth was about to climb onto the bed frame, he squinted and shouted menacingly: "Hey, get off, you yellow monkey! The top bunk is mine!"

The white guard laughed and said to his colleagues, "This guy thought he was on vacation."

The latter replied with a malicious face: "His roommates will teach him to recognize reality."

As soon as the words fell, the prisoners who had been awakened by the lights and sounds and had been observing quietly, seemed to have some kind of acquiescence, and laughed and jumped out of their respective beds, surrounding the two newcomers.

A black man as tall as an iron tower held a pack of cigarettes in his hand and said to the Hispanic with a lewd smile: "Sleep with me tonight, this is for you."

Immediately, several hands of different skin colors, holding cans, stamp albums and other hard currency, stuffed the newcomer's nose enthusiastically: "Sleep with me, sleep with me!" "This is valuable, take this! "Don't take anyone from me! His ass is mine!"

In this rushing battle, the Hispanic turned pale, staggered back two steps, and was immediately grabbed by a few hands behind him.He turned his head in shock, and saw six or seven bottles of shower gel and skin cream dangling in front of his eyes: "I have this, it doesn't hurt!" "Don't worry, this one is very lubricating."

"—Go away! Don't mess with me! Get out of here!" The Hispanic shouted and waved his arms, trying to get out of the crowd, but was tightly trapped in place by the crowd.

While pushing and shoving each other, many prisoners yelled "queue up, follow the order" and rushed to the front.Someone yelled: "ID, ID!" Then the chaotic crowd gradually lined up into two long lines according to the ID card numbers, holding the small gifts in their hands and screaming excitedly.The two big black men at the head started arguing: "I'll be in front! I'll be the first!" "I'll come first, you go take a shower!"

Hispanic lips trembled, his face was ashen, and he looked urgently at the prison guards standing at the door for help, but found that even the law enforcement officers were smiling and crossing their arms, making it clear that they were watching the excitement, and they were suddenly full of despair.It wasn't until the two black men reached an agreement to "go together" that they took off their prison clothes to reveal their tangled upper body. He finally had a nervous breakdown, covered his face and knelt on the floor and howled, begging for mercy incoherently.

The prisoners waiting in line in front of him burst out laughing with delight.

On the other side, the dozen or so prisoners surrounding the young Asians looked at each other in blank dismay.Under the offensive of all kinds of obscene language, this handsome oriental man stood upright with a blank expression, as if he couldn't understand a word.A Hispanic who made the most trouble complained to his accomplices: "I said earlier that there is no need to waste your tongue with the Chinese. They are either smugglers or smugglers. Nine out of ten do not understand the language."

"Can't you understand if you don't understand?" His accomplice retorted, and at the same time reached out to pinch the newcomer's buttocks—even though he was wearing an ugly prison uniform, it still couldn't cover up the other party's beautiful and well-proportioned figure, especially from the back. , The curve from the waist to the legs is smooth, and the tight buttocks under the loose fabric are extremely sexy.

Before his fingers could touch the fabric, a huge force grabbed his wrist, twisted and shook, and he let out a scream like a broken bone.The Asian young man twisted his wrist, looked at him with his head tilted, and seemed to have enjoyed enough of his cold sweat and distorted expression before releasing his fingers, allowing him to bow and hold his hands, like a boiled prawn lying on the floor Jumping up and down in pain.

The Hispanic stood there holding a can of tuna, and the Asian youth easily took the can, and then stretched out a hand to the besieging prisoners: "I will accept the gift, and the rest will be waived. You don't have to do this." polite."

After regaining his senses, the Hispanic scolded angrily, "Fuck, what the hell are you doing!" and rushed forward to grab the canned food.

In the next second, he suddenly fell back more than two meters.The onlookers only felt that the young man's left hand and shoulders seemed to be swaying, and they didn't even see the specific movements clearly. They saw the Hispanic man curled up with his head on the ground and screamed.

The new prisoner took away the cigarettes, noodle boxes, and stamp albums one by one from the stunned onlookers...until he couldn't hold them with both hands, he smiled and nodded slightly, and said politely: "Thanks, guys. "

"... Kung Fu!" A black man in the stunned crowd seemed to wake up suddenly, and shouted in a changed voice: "The real Chinese Kung Fu!"

All the prisoners took a few steps back like a tide, and stared at this handsome young man with injuries in disbelief, as if he was the hero who jumped out of those grotesque oriental kung fu movies.

The prison guards, who sensed something was wrong, came over with their batons in their hands, "Okay, it's almost done. Really, every newcomer has to play it once, and it's not boring."

"Ha, don't you think it's funny no matter how many times you watch them beg for mercy when they're frightened to death?" The half-naked black man shook his clothes triumphantly, "This trick really works! "

"Isn't there an exception?" The middle-aged black prison guard smiled, and lightly poked the Asian young man's arm with the tip of his baton, "Well done Chinese boy, show these troublemakers some color."

The young white prison guard bent down and picked up the Hispanic with snot and tears on his face, and said mockingly: "Welcome to the 'White House Orientation Party', are our residents enthusiastic enough?"

The Hispanic stood there in a daze, as if he hadn't realized the horrible scene before, but it was just a prank spawned by the prisoners' boredom and the prison guards' help.

But behind this seemingly bad joke, there is still some kind of prison-style detection and judgment of the strong and the weak, just like a group of hyenas nibbling each other's necks in chasing and fighting, not only for the fun of the game , but also to tear the opponent's throat faster when the same kind cannibalize each other.

"Can I sleep on the upper bunk now?" The Asian young man looked down at him, without asking questions, and then climbed onto the bed frame with a pile of spoils.

"Okay, that's the end of the entertainment time, let's all go to bed. Whoever is fooling around, get 'sit back'!" The prison guard knocked on the bed frame with a stick as a warning, then locked the iron door, and stepped on the hard sole of his boots on the floor The voice gradually faded away.

Darkness fell again on the overcrowded cell.The new Hispanic was restlessly lying on his bed. When he found that there were still many whispers floating in the silence, he listened carefully, and it was clearly obscene words intertwined in Spanish and English, like a beast that was about to move in the night. When they were claws and teeth, they huddled into a ball more and more frightened.

It's just that he forgot one thing - in this prison jungle, once you give off the scent of prey, predators will continue to appear.

Young Asians piled gifts on the corner of the bed against the wall and slept with their clothes on.On the bunk next to the bed, a face with obvious Germanic characteristics leaned over, with brown hair and blue eyes, deep and regular features, and the extremely short shaved hair revealed a bit of wildness and roughness. "Hi," he hesitated, but still greeted in a low voice, "My name is Alessio, Italian, what's your name?"

Silence without echo.

Just when he thought that the other party was unwilling to talk to him, and he was about to fall back to sleep, the voice of the young Asian came from between the bed rails like a breeze and rain: "...Luo Yi? Li."