The Last Killer

The sudden confession of the "serial killer killer" caused a big wave of public opinion in the public opinion. Not only the news media, but also the public formed gangs and quarreled on forums and Twitter. Guilty" shifted to "Why pleaded guilty when the trial prevailed", and conspiracy theories about the federal government and the CIA's black-box operations became louder.Leo and Rob's office building was always packed with enthusiastic journalists.Due to the siege and protests of the fan group that killed the youth, the detention center was like a fortress washed by the tide, so much so that riot police and helicopters were almost dispatched.

In the office, while reading the news on the Internet, Rob grumbled: "...Torture to extract a confession? Nonsense, isn't he imprisoned in Guantanamo..."The inside story of the ulterior transaction"? Then how do you know! Leo , These reporters are too fucking able to talk nonsense, and some even say that you and the killing—”

Leo's heart stopped beating.

"—Oh, I read it wrong, sorry, that is a fantasy article written by a 'slash fan'."

"Slash fans?" Leo asked puzzled.

Rob took a peek at Leo, and felt that his expression was calm and his eyes were peaceful, as if he had completely got rid of the previous painful entanglements, and he shouldn't need to deliberately avoid certain topics. "Uh, there are a lot of fans who are arguing over LK or KL, mainly young women."

"I still don't quite understand."

"It's the two of you, that... the question of who attacks and who suffers."

Leo looked at him in shock, and the other party repeatedly waved his hands to indicate that the problem was not on his side.

"It's all to blame for the damn "Chess of Life and Death". Canning sold parts of it to the website for a high price. A whole fandom has been created. By the way, by the way, Roy Lee’s previously published novels are all sold out, and it is said that they are now reprinting.”

"...a crazy world." Leo held his breath, feeling as if he was about to suffocate to death.So many people imagined the relationship between law enforcement and suspects because of a novel?Damn it, you won't write some things that shouldn't be written in the finale, right?For example, holding a bullet in his mouth, and even after that... He inevitably thought desperately, this time the FBI's reputation is really going to be ruined!

"No, it used to be popular for fans to write love letters and propose marriage to serial killers, but now it's changed to building websites and pulling CPs." Rob shrugged and said sarcastically, "Times are advancing."

Leo rested his forehead on his palm and groaned softly.

"It's okay," the green-eyed partner patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "It's just the obscenity of some rotten girls, it won't affect your work and life, and I'll keep it secret. But to be honest, I also Quite curious—who of you two is attacking and receiving?"

Leo didn't even have the energy to moan now.He knocked Rob's head hard with the newspaper roll at hand: "How about the commando, have you rescued Li Biqing?"

"The news that just came in has been successfully rescued and sent to the hospital for a general examination. Apart from being a little dazed, there seems to be no serious problem. Unfortunately, the person in charge of the guards has long since fled and did not catch him. Interrogate and find out some details about the killing."

Leo had an expected look on his face: "Even if you catch him, you won't be able to ask anything substantive. He always makes plans before moving."

"That's why I was surprised by his unexpected guilty plea," Rob said. "I heard that Attorney Martini made a plea deal with him this morning--he will plead guilty and repent at trial, and tell the bureau the truth. identities, accomplices and sources of funds, and admit to reporters and the public that the plots in the novels are literary creations rather than facts, in exchange for 17 years in prison.”

"17 years." Leo said in a deep voice, his eyes fell on the photo that was finished on the headlines of the newspaper.

"Actually, it's not that long. You can apply for extra-prison execution after serving two-thirds of your sentence..." Rob felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "You know his hometown is in Phoenix, and his real name is Elway. S. Lee? His parents—"

Rob suddenly fell silent, because the black-haired detective opposite had a mocking expression of "believe and you lose" written on his face. "Well, I know you're not going to give up the idea of ​​investigating yourself." He shrugged. "You obsessive-compulsive, paranoid."

Leo smiled and was about to answer when the text message suddenly rang.He took out a look at the text on the screen, his complexion suddenly changed subtly, he stood up, and picked up the black woolen coat on the back of the chair: "I found some clues from a file from 20 years ago. Just set off to fly to Utah. Rob, I have a mission for you."

"Mission? Guaranteed to complete!" Rob Diaoerlang gave a two-fingered military salute.

"Go to the airport to pick up a woman named Jasmine Lawrence, whose flight has just landed."

"Jasmine Lawrence..." Rob blinked, and suddenly screamed as if waking up from a dream: "Jasmine! No, no, no, you can't leave this kind of life-and-death work to me! What do you want me to do? Explain to her that you got your real brother-in-law under house arrest and now lying in the hospital, and you put your fake brother-in-law to bed and throw him in jail? God, I can't imagine Molly's face at that time! Listen, Leo, there's no escape Solve any problems! After all, she is your sister, no matter how angry she is, she won't really do anything to you, but I'm different... Leo! Leo!"

His dark-haired partner hurried out of the office without looking back, slammed the door, and almost fled.

"Are you leaving?" In the MCC cell, Alessio asked Shaqing, who was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for the prison guards to come and pick him up. "I'm not surprised to hear that you have pleaded guilty. I'm surprised that you actually designated to serve your sentence at Rekers Island Prison as one of the conditions of the plea deal?"

Sha Qing didn’t answer, and it’s not surprising how this young Italian knew—he looked like a decent man who never lacked means, and had an intricate network of relationships.

"Didn't I tell you that the island is nicknamed 'The Grave'?" Alessio sat down next to him and said in a sincerely persuasive tone, "Listen to me, Okura is not a detention center, we We all know what a felon prison is like, but trust me, 'The Grave' is worse than all the prisons you can imagine put together!"

Sha Qing brushed his hand away from his shoulder, and replied casually, "I know."

"Then you still—" Alessio suddenly stopped speaking.During this period of time, he has begun to get to know the roommate who lives with him day and night, knowing what kind of explosive tenacity and sharpness lurks under the seemingly ordinary body of the other party.If such a person makes up his mind to do something, even God cannot stop it.

"Okay," Alessio said with a sigh, "if you insist on doing this, I would like to ask you to do me a favor." He reached into his prison uniform, took out a ring from a small pocket on his body, and put it Jin Shaoqing's palm: "Please help me give this ring to my brother, his name is Timothy Berardi, he is in the fifth block of Rex Island Prison."

Finished looking at the ring, it was engraved with a pattern of a two-headed viper wrapped around a lily, it was almost too big to be a ring. "I think it's not just the ring, but you have plenty of ways to send it to Rex Island."

Alessio said: "Yes, but I only trust you. In fact, it is not only a ring, but also a family seal, the Italian Berardi family, I think you should have heard of it."

"Oh, the godfather's seal." Sha Qing teased, "Do you really still keep the old habit of stamping secret letters?"

Alessio smiled a little shyly: "It is also a token of family inheritance. In fact, we call it the 'Ring of the Curse' in private. Its previous owner was my uncle who died in an assassination; the previous owner was my uncle. Cousin Derek, who later died of an electrocution accident on a cruise ship, and one of my cousins, Vincent, wanted it too, and the unlucky guy fell to pieces from a dozen floors because of a malfunctioning elevator..."

"Do you believe this?" Sha Qing asked back.

"It doesn't matter, the important thing is that believe it or not, I don't want to accept it, but my brother obviously doesn't think so." Alessio shrugged, "I guess if I don't give this ring to him again, maybe One day I too will die in an accident."

"You brothers have a bad relationship?"

"No, fine - as long as no key interests are involved."

Sha Qing thought about it for a moment, and said, "Okay, I'll help you with this, just as a thank you for your care during this time. But I don't know your brother."

"You'll recognize him when you see him, I promise," Alessio said with a smile.

At this time, the escorting prison guard came over and knocked on the iron door with his baton to remind him that it was time to leave.Da Qing put the ring in his underwear pocket, got up and walked towards the door.Alessio couldn't help but grab his wrist, and before the other party shook it off, he whispered in his ear: "Be careful... everyone."

Sha Qing nodded slightly, and walked out of the cell door opened by the prison guard.

As he walked through the hallway, he saw a familiar face—one of his mahjong players, a professional hitman from the Hong Kong Big Circle Gang, Gan.The young Asian man wearing glasses stood in front of them, looking pale, thin, and non-aggressive, but it made the prison guards instantly alert as if they had encountered a poisonous snake.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to come here to express my feelings." He said in a trembling voice, "Once he leaves, we will lose one of three again."

When they passed each other, Gan leaned close to Sha Qing's ear, and said softly and softly: "For the sake of your good style, I will give you a parting gift—under the floor tiles of the laundry room in the sixth district of the tomb, take care of yourself." Find it."

When the prison guard stepped forward to stop him, he had already slid away like a swimming snake.

Sha Qing pursed his lips thoughtfully.

The transfer vehicle, carrying the only passenger, left the New York Federal Detention Center in the dark of night.

Alessio, standing by the window on the seventh floor of the MCC, watched the escort vehicle being engulfed by the night, and stretched out a hand to the side.The mobile phone was handed from the prison guard's pocket to his palm, and the brown-haired Italian youth dialed a set of numbers, and then only said three words: "He is here."

The desolate coastline looms in the morning mist.The isolated island two kilometers away from the coastline is only connected to the land by a long arched bridge, like a group of malignant tumors protruding from healthy limbs.The island is densely covered with many low buildings, and a large barge that has long been immobile is moored along the edge of the island, and the five-story white ship is covered with dense windows—all these buildings have only one function: a prison.

Surrounded by layers of high walls and electric grids, Rex Island Prison is divided into ten areas, which are nested like a maze, but each stands alone, isolated from the world.

This is a corner spurned and forgotten by the whole world.

The first thing every prisoner does when he comes here is to take a bath.

Due to the large number of inmates, the bathroom was used in three waves in the morning, afternoon and evening. When two prison guards escorted a newcomer into the bathroom in the fifth district, the huge space immediately became commotion.

The escorting prison guard Simon almost glanced at the new prisoner with sympathetic eyes: In this place where the male hormones are so full that they are almost exploding, this too handsome face is simply a carnival in hell for everyone , for himself is a doomed tragedy.

Those who will enter this prison are not fuel-efficient lamps. Simon understood it, but he couldn't see it in his eyes. He tapped the water pipe twice with his baton intimidatingly: "Take your bath honestly! Today everyone Don't try to do anything bad!"

He and another prison guard named Joe dutifully watched the newcomers take a shower under a room full of obscenity-like gazes—after all, it was the first day, and it was difficult for them to explain to their superiors any violent incidents— —Then take the newcomer to the infirmary for a psychological test on suicidal tendencies.

The rest of the naked men in the room were scratching their hearts in their desires and dissatisfaction, each with their own ghosts.

A fat black man who weighed at least 250 pounds was enjoying the back rub service of two people while telling another confidant: "I want the new kid to live in my room tonight, tell Larry, I will pay the normal price double."

"I pay three times." In the crowd at the other end of the bathroom, an unusually burly black man said with a provocative expression.He is covered with tattoos from the top of his bald head to his ankles, like an iron tower that has been thoroughly patronized by graffiti people.

"Wolfstick, I'm going to cut off your skin inch by inch and sew it into curtains and toilet mats..." the fat black man narrowed his almost invisible eyes and said grimly.

"You can only do these motherly jobs, Malvo." The other party retorted unceremoniously, "Since the last time your dick was almost bitten off by a newcomer, can you still get hard? Or, have you already Opened a new position behind your own ass?"

If it were normal, the two groups of people who were fighting each other would have punched each other long ago, and their heads would be bloodied.But today, the atmosphere is even more weird and depressing. Both sides are unwilling to control themselves intentionally, as if a huge storm is brewing in the sea with abnormally low pressure and dense clouds and no rain.

"...Wait and see, wolf stick, just wait and see." Malvo said in a muffled voice, his eyes flashed with a ferocious light like a wild beast.

Wolfstick laughed, his fingers twitched unconsciously, as if he was holding some bloody weapon: "Wait and see, fat man."

Larry, who was in charge of arranging the cells, was caught in a dilemma, Malvo and Wolfstick, neither of whom he wanted to offend.Although they are prisoners and he is a prison guard, he has his parents and family living in New York, and offending the boss of the Cripples or the Bloods can be a devastating blow to the safety of the family-even the boss who is in prison.

This is a terrible job, Larry thought resentfully, there are new people every day, why do they have to look at the same one!And they are all determined to win!Just when he was having a terrible headache, Simon walked over with two cups of coffee and put one of them on his desk. "Why worry about staring at the schedule? You're on a fat job."

Larry sighed forcefully, and said to his colleague and friend, "If you can help me solve this problem, I will give you 1000 and 50 yuan as benefits from both parties."

After Simon listened with interest, he showed a playful look of "such a small thing will stump you": "Isn't it simple? Just give the newcomer a single cell."

"But doesn't this offend both sides?"

"Listen to me, didn't cell 1317 just become vacant, and he was put in there."

Larry's eyes lit up: If there was anyone in District 1316 who could stand up to Malvo and Wolfstick, it would undoubtedly be the one in cell [-]. "But the 'Godfather' doesn't like this..."

Simon poked Larry's forehead with a mixing spoon bitterly: "What's the matter! Just let Malvo and Wolfstick know that it means 'Godfather'."

Larry suddenly realized and began to fill in the name on the arrangement form. He just wrote "Elvis", and then raised his head worriedly and asked, "So how did Page, who lived in 1317, die? You won't forget it, right? Now Sending in a newcomer without saying hello, will it anger the 'Godfather'?"

Simon pointed to the photo of the newcomer on the computer screen—even though he was standing in front of the ruler and holding a name plate, this young man named "Elvis Lee" was still so handsome that he couldn't fit in the whole prison, "Do you think the 'Godfather' ’ as a sincere gift, or as a hostile provocation?”

Larry glanced at the photo, couldn't help but take another look, and finally nodded and admitted: "As a heterosexual, I still have to say that he is more attractive than most of the female prison guards and nurses on the island. Even if he is not sexually interested , It’s not bad to put it aside to see.”

"That's it." Simon finished drinking a cup of coffee, got up and said, "I have to continue on duty, and show some color to those bastards who don't have a long memory—I can't offend the big ones, can't I still clean up the little ones?" ? Damn, these days I always feel that the atmosphere is not right, as if something bad is about to happen..."

"Shut up," Larry said. "Is there anything worse than human scum rotting in 'the grave'?"