The Last Killer

Shut up!Shut up!Shut up!Shut up... Countless reverberations echoed in my ears, screaming like ghosts.They danced wildly in his mind, stretching out their sharp claws to tear at the brain.He was shocked, shaken, suppressed by the huge black shadow behind him, unable to move, weak and unable to do anything except scream and cry.

He wept and screamed, soaked in the venom of pain and fear that never ceased.

His side face was deformed due to the squeeze between the palm and the table, only a pair of frightened and dazed eyes were hidden in the gaps in the messy hair, and the focus was lost due to the constant shaking.

Fragments of light and shadow danced wildly in front of my eyes, and the dark lawn spread out from the window, extending to the monster-like bushes in the distance, and finally melted into the deeper darkness together.

The woman's head stared at him on the lawn, with cobweb-like long black hair hanging out and round, straight eyes, like a newly unearthed mushroom.

She stared at him.She stared at all the grinning, evil desires and atrocities, all the begging, crying and pain.just stare.

Don't look at me like that!Don't look... He begged her, scolded her, called her, but there was no response.

Her scarlet lips were twisted and parted.

He heard her wailing.No matter how many years have passed, he can always hear her wailing, echoing in this courtyard and over this house all day and all night...

Leo noticed something was wrong when he wound up and started retching and convulsing.The black hair under the palms was completely wet with a lot of sweat, and the back of the prison clothes also turned dark because of the soaking, making the man lying on the window sill look like a floating corpse that had just been fished out of the water.

Leo hesitated for a moment, then let go.The other party's convulsive muscles twisted him even tighter, he held back the more intense pleasure, brushed away his wet hair and looked at the face of the person below him.

The convulsions stopped quickly, and Sha Qing's face was as pale as a wax figure, exuding a lifeless life that had faded away, his eyes had no luster at all, like a pair of brown stone beads, his absent-minded eyes were fixed in another space, and the eye sockets were full of physiological pain. sex tears.

Anxiety and panic swept up the back of Leo's neck, like a gust of cold wind, dispelling the cold and malicious black mist in his heart.He felt that he had just woken up from a distorted dream. In the dream, he was not like him at all, but it was clearly him.

Blood dripped drop by drop from the place of intercourse, and he seemed to be scalded by something hot, and he suddenly pulled back the part buried deep in the other's body.

"...Finishing?" Leo called out in a low and hoarse voice, turning over the weak body beneath him.

He stroked Sha Qing's wet forehead.The pair of handsome but dull eyes are wide open, like the gray rock formation formed by the magma cooling completely, laying on the uninhabited wasteland.This made Leo feel an unprecedented fear, his whole body and mind trembled because of this fear, his throat was so tight that he could hardly make a sound.An unspeakable impulse made him lean down, trying to kiss the tears in the other's eyes.

Then the rock formation broke abruptly.

It was as if a blazing, sharp, and indestructible force broke through the rock formation and burst out from under the ashes.

Leo didn't have time to see this look clearly, but the vigilance honed for many years in the hail of bullets hurt his nerves, causing him to lean his upper body back at this moment.

The attack fell through.It was supposed to thrust into the other man's carotid artery in a precise arc, pulling out with a spurt of blood.

Small but deadly.In reality, it's just a sharpened piece of plastic toothbrush handle, but in hands where killing seeps into instinct, any object is a deadly weapon.Even if those hands are heavily shackled.

One hit misses, and a second hit follows.Leo was caught off guard, but the conditioned reflex formed by long-term training saved him. He grabbed the chain of handcuffs around Daqing's wrist and pressed it firmly against the opponent's chest.

"Finishing—" he shouted in a low voice.The opponent's stiff limbs and murderous eyes matched strangely, making him feel that he was not facing a person, but a bloodthirsty ghost swallowed by hatred.

Killing was like waking up from a dream.

He blinked slowly a few times, and seemed to finally see the man in front of him clearly, pursing the corners of his mouth as if disappointed, but also as if grateful. "...It's you." He said lazily, with exhaustion and annoyance as if he was not recovering from a serious illness, "Why, do you want to continue, then stay away from the window sill and go to bed."

Leo looked at him from a short distance away, with an extremely complicated expression.After a long silence, he grabbed the chain of the handcuffs and pulled towards him, then hugged Sha Qing forcefully.

"This posture is really stupid, pretending to be affectionate or something," Za Qing mocked, "Aren't two men with bare buttocks just fucking each other?"

Leo hugged him tighter. "It's not me that you hate, and it's not me that you want to kill. That's right, all your deception, teasing and persecution to me, and trampling on my feelings for 'Li Biqing', no matter what the reason is, it is not hatred."

"You're so confident, handsome guy," Sha Qing replied, "Actually, I nearly ruined you—maybe it's worse than death when the new paper comes out tomorrow. I did it on purpose, you know very well , otherwise she wouldn’t be so angry that she would come and rape me.”

"I admit that I am very annoyed and hate you, not only because of the opposing positions, but also because I can't understand you, but you can understand me." The black-haired detective said bitterly, "I uncovered the truth on your face." Although I don’t want to admit it, but... Yes, I always have unrealistic fantasies about you, after you break them again and again. "

"Then you'd better stop fantasizing about me, because I'll break it again."

"Why—why make me hate you?"

Sha Qing tilted his head and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Because, as you said, I am a crazy, stubborn, arrogant, perverted psychotic killer."

Leo was silent again.

After a long and silent sigh, he stretched out his hand to pull up his pants for Sha Qing. "Your anal sphincter is torn, it's best to go to the infirmary in time to stop the bleeding."

"Thank you very much for the advice from the rapist," Sha Qing said.

"Actually, you don't have to talk like this. After I see through this point, you can no longer irritate me." Leo tidied up his clothes, and recovered his usual calm and self-possession from the outside to the inside. "It's true, you gave me a big problem in court today, but I can handle it. It's a pity you'll have to stay in jail—perhaps for the rest of your life—but don't worry, I'll be visiting you often. You You know, just now, I suddenly figured it out: There are always some people in this world who are entangled and different from each other, and cannot be treated with common sense. If you and I are one of them, then accept the reality , there is no need to resist."

"Visiting time is over, I have to leave." The black-haired detective walked to the door, stopped suddenly, and looked back at Sha Qing, his eyes were unusually soft, as if he was worried about hurting something, but he had to pay attention. "On the window sill, what ever happened?" he asked. "I feel like it was a nightmare—nightmares are always hard to get out of, and I've had nightmares too, and you pulled me out. Now, it's my turn." Give you a hand."

The handcuffs around Qing's wrists made a slight sound.At this moment, his gaze was cold and dark, like the bottom of the sea where no light could illuminate, where countless hidden dead wrecks were buried.In his eyes, Leo felt a sense of suffocation, but soon realized that it was an illusion. The other party just shrugged casually: "What happened? A law enforcement officer raped me just now. Do you need to call the police? sir?"

"...I know what I did just now was a mistake, but I don't want to apologize for it." After Leo finished speaking, he tightened his lips, opened the door and walked out of the room.

Sha Qing stood where he was, watching Leo leave without blinking.It wasn't until the prison guard came in and greeted him to go back to his cell that he let out a long breath and stuffed the small weapon between his fingers back into his sleeve.

Alessio lay on the bed bored, stretched out his toes, and pressed against the board of the upper bunk.Hearing the sound of footsteps from far to near, he stood up and greeted his returning roommate.

"You look really bad, are you sick?" He asked with concern, while beckoning the escorting prison guards to close the door and get out.

"I'm a little tired, I want to sleep." Sha Qing replied perfunctorily, stepping on the foot of the bed frame to climb up.

When his eyes touched behind him, Alessio's face suddenly darkened, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the hem of his prison clothes.

Sha Qing turned around and looked at him impatiently.

The coldness was fleeting, and the brown-haired and blue-eyed Italian man still had a gentle and refreshing appearance, like a young man who hadn't experienced much in the world. "The back of the pants is full of blood," he said worriedly, "are you injured?"

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about it."

"But you're bleeding, and I have to call someone to take you to the infirmary."

Sha Qing broke his hand: "It's okay! I don't want to go to the infirmary. Let me have a good sleep, okay?"

"Of course..." Alessio got back on his bed in a bit of embarrassment, and poked his head out after a while: "I have anti-inflammatory tablets here, as well as hemostatic ointment and gauze, do you need it?"

Sha Qing, who had just closed his eyes, sighed helplessly: "Give it to me."

Alessio immediately jumped out of bed, rummaged through boxes and chests to find a handful of medical supplies, and piled them on the edge of the upper bed: "If you can't reach them, I can help you with the medicine."

"No need, I'll do it myself." Sha Qing lay down on the mattress wearily.Half of his roommate's frustrated face was exposed on the edge of the bed. He sighed secretly, propped up half of his body and leaned over to comfort him: "Sorry, Alessio, I'm not in a good mood today."

"Because of the meeting just now? They tormented you? For the case? Uh, I already know your identity from the newspaper. To be honest, I still can't believe it. You are the famous 'serial killer'." Alessio said with emotion, "You look so...gentle and delicate."

"You don't look like a mafia who kills without batting an eye. This world is inherently different from what it looks like." Sha Qing said, "I was tortured enough, but it wasn't because of the circumstances of the case."

"Why is that?" Alessio's eyes fell on his prone chest.From the gap in the placket, a short silver-gray chain with a metal tag slipped out, somewhat similar to a soldier's dog tag, the difference is that there is no name engraved on the two-inch square tag, and a strange pattern is outlined on the periphery. The dark red crater sunken in was like blood dripping on the mirror surface, and the sun-like radiating outline splashed out on the edge. "Because of some old grievances, for example, between gangs?"

Sha Qing immediately stretched out his hand to hold the metal chain plate he got from Chanel on Luna Island, stuffed it back into his shirt, and replied nonchalantly, "No, I don't belong to gangs."

Alessio showed a look of "even if you deny it, I know it well", and said, "Don't worry, although there was a period of unhappiness between the New York Mafia and the Blood Gang, it is old. .Old Worgan has been dead for so many years, no one will have trouble with his adopted sons."

"Old Wolgan's adopted sons?"

"Isn't it? As one of the most powerful founders of the blood gang, the old guy's biggest regret in his life is that he has no offspring, so he seeks psychological balance from a large number of adopted children. It is said that he once customized seven blood cards and distributed them to The most favored adopted sons, isn't this one of them?"

"It sounds awesome, but unfortunately, I never thought this ghost brand was useful."

"The times have changed, and outdated things will always be eliminated. Perhaps 20 years ago, some people would recognize and fear this brand, but now... it can only be used in the gangster museum, if there is such a museum."

"So, it doesn't matter if I wear it all the time? After all, it's a family inheritance, and I don't want to just throw it away."

"It should be. After all, the bigwigs of that era were dying and retiring. Even if there were still a few active ones, they were too old to be buried... Oh yes, one of them is still locked in the 'grave' , more than 800 felonies, more than [-] years in prison, it is estimated that even the bones will rot in the prison. Perhaps you have heard his name, Rafael Stocker, and one of the adopted sons of old Vaughan."

"'Grave'? You mean Rekers Island Prison?" An imperceptible light flashed across Sha Qing's eyes.

"That's the island. There are ten prisons of different levels of security on it, five of which are prisons for serious criminals. By the way, my unlucky brother is locked in one of them."

"You also said that those are old things. How can you, a young man in your early twenties, know the inside story so well?"

Alessio showed a shy smile: "As you said, it's a family inheritance." As he said, he twisted the cap of the anti-inflammatory ointment, and carefully made a small hole in the sealing part of the ointment tube , "Do you really need my help? In fact, this kind of thing is not a big deal, just like being stabbed a few times. When I was 15 years old, I almost stuffed the barrel of the gun into my mouth, but then I figured it out. For a Punishing yourself for helping a damned bastard is stupid."

"...What about those people later?"

Alessio shrugged: "The meat grinder is really good." He pulled up his trousers, showing Sha Qing the deep old scar on his heel, "I haven't erased this scar, just to remind myself : If you are hurt by someone, it's very simple, get rid of him."

Sha Qing blinked, like a good student troubled by a problem: "But I don't want to get rid of him."

Alessio wanted to touch his long and straight black eyelashes, but he held back, "Then an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

Sha Qing nodded: "That's right - there will be such a day."

Leo walked out of the MCC building and saw Rob waiting for him in the car.As soon as the green-eyed detective met his face, he couldn't wait to ask: "How about it, why don't you strangle him to death in a fit of anger, then your job will really be lost!"

"Don't worry, he's still alive. But," Leo paused, "it's probably going to be uncomfortable for a while."

Rob patted him on the shoulder: "Don't show such guilty eyes, that's what he asked for. By the way, while you are going to teach that little villain, I dug up Canning's 36-year life trajectory , found a good breakthrough. He has a beautiful wife, two daughters, and a son adopted from an orphanage. In fact, this nominal adopted son was born to his little mistress, and this mistress is His wife's niece—is it a challenge to ethics? Life is a bloody drama. You said that if his model wife and rich father-in-law knew about this, would they slap him hard, and then Throwing the divorce agreement in his face?"

Leo nodded and said: "As the party at fault, he will not only lose the custody of his children, pay a large amount of alimony, but also be held accountable by law. If he committed adultery with his wife's niece, and the girl was underage, he will die. deal."

"Compared with the separation of wives and children, the consequences of the crime of 'providing false evidence due to negligence and negligence' are much less serious." Rob stepped on the gas pedal and whistled happily, "I can't wait to knock Come on, you selfish, scheming old crocodile!"

Two hours later, they were in Canning Gonzalez's office, looking at the restless lawyer with an ashen face across the table, frequently wiping the sweat from his forehead, feeling a strong sense of comeback.

After struggling again and again, Canning finally put his head in his hands in frustration and messed up his well-manicured hairstyle: "Okay, you won, but we have to sign an agreement..."

At this moment, his cell phone rang.Canning took out his phone angrily, glanced at it, and pressed the call button.A few seconds later, the expression on his face suddenly froze, and then, he showed an unbelievable but rightful expression.After hanging up the call, he smiled sarcastically at the two FBI agents on the opposite side: "I think you don't have to compete with me anymore. If the big fish is caught, do you still need to embarrass me, a little shrimp?"

"What do you mean?" Rob asked.

"It means that the case you are most concerned about, the most difficult suspect—Mr. Shaqing, just agreed to plead guilty and entered into a plea deal with the federal government."

"What's going on here?" Back in the car, Rob asked Leo incredulously, "That die-hard guy who kills is willing to plead guilty? Leo, what did you do to him before, to purify his heart with holy water?"

Leo frowned unconsciously: "This is not his style at all, unless...he has some new layout and plan. In short, I think something is wrong."

"Me too," Rob said, "but to plead guilty he'd have to give everything away, at least we'll know who he really is."

"Do you believe his so-called 'true identity'? Anyway, I don't believe it." Leo smiled, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the FBI office building. All the information is handed over to me."

"You want to investigate yourself? Then this case..."

"Leave it to you to clean up, anyway, he has already pleaded guilty, hasn't he?"

"Anyway, he has already pleaded guilty, why are you so serious? The information of more than 20 years is like finding a needle in a haystack. It is enough for you to work for months without eating or sleeping. It doesn't make much sense." The partner's stubbornness is well understood, and Rob still persuades him not to give up.

Leo was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Because I want to know what happened on the windowsill."

The author has something to say: change the map in the next chapter, the notorious Rex Island Prison... Finished wandering among several forces, trying to get close to his ultimate target.