The Last Killer

Seven inmates were killed and 25 injured due to group violence, and the Fifth Block of Rekers Island Prison entered a state of first-level martial law.After a large-scale search of prohibited items, the warden ordered all the prisoners to be locked in their respective cells, with no air release, bathing, no food, and only a very small amount of drinking water provided for 72 hours as a punishment.

The days of starvation and starvation were very difficult. Prisoners cursed at the beginning, then kept silent to save their saliva, and privately exchanged a little bit of food from inmates who had hidden goods at a high price.

In comparison, the treatment of injured prisoners in the infirmary is better. Although the medical staff is understaffed and has a slack attitude, at least they can still have enough food.Eight seriously injured patients were treated in the custodial area, and the remaining dozen with lesser injuries were escorted back to their cells by prison guards after their wounds were treated and medication prescribed.

Prison doctor Famo is dealing with a sharp wound on the side of the rib. It is long and bloody, and it looks serious, but it is actually a shallow skin trauma, and no stitches are needed. , as long as the anti-inflammatory gauze and bandage are enough.Farmer sloppily bandaged the wound, and was about to turn his head and say to the guard, "This can be sent back," when suddenly a wrinkled banknote was stuffed into his hand.

"Please, let me rest in the infirmary for a day, and I won't even be able to eat when I go back." Sha Qing whispered, the wet eyes under the black hair were full of pleading, and his face became more gentle due to blood loss, "Is it okay, yours?" The account will have an extra 500 before this weekend."

Farmer glanced at the face value of the banknote, then flicked it into the pocket of his coat calmly, and said to the guard, "This injury is serious and needs to be treated."

Sha Qing cast a grateful look at him, and lay back on the hospital bed with a weak face.

After dinner, Farmer came in routinely to examine the seriously injured.When he walked to the side of the killing bed, he leaned over and whispered in the other's ear, "Boy, do you know what happens when you fool a doctor in prison?"

"Of course, you are angels in white clothes. Who would be so stupid as to offend an angel?" Sha Qing replied with a smile, "The account will definitely arrive before the weekend. Also, if I say that the account can be received every month, can we talk about it in detail? Some? But it's not a good place for a conversation, is it?"

Farmer thought for a few seconds, and quickly made a decision—the prison guards cast a wide net to catch more fish, and some of them had opportunities to earn extra money, but prison doctors were not so rich. This was a good opportunity. "He needs to go inside for an allergy skin test," he said to the guard on duty, and when a guard lazily prepared to accompany him, he added: "It's okay, I can take care of it myself."

The guard wanted to be free, so he took the opportunity to go to the aisle to smoke.

Fa Mo walked into the room with Sha Qing, locked the door behind him, and just uttered the word "you" when he was slashed on the side of the neck by a hand knife, and passed out instantly.

"Sorry doctor, although you are an angel, I am not a Christian." The attacker said insincerely, bent down to find the mobile phone from his white coat, and dialed a number.

"Blue star tarantula, my old friend, how's the business going?"

"It's okay. I heard that you were on Rex Island for a long vacation. I thought you were going to cultivate yourself." A cold young man's voice came from the other end.The voice was exceptionally clear, but less emotionally fluctuating than ordinary people, as if it had been processed by some kind of technology.

"Believe me, this is not a place where you can 'cultivate your body and mind'. Time is limited, stop chatting, check someone for me," Sha Qing flipped through the prison doctor's badge, "Michelle Farmer, fifth district prison Doctor, I need some of his ulterior motives."

"Simple, everyone has a handle. How big is it?"

"It's as big as forcing him to secretly modify the prison's medical files and transfer me to the psychiatric ward."

The other party laughed: "That's not a big deal. I'm sure based on what you've done to make this call, he'd be happy to tie you up on a bondage bed."

"I think so too."

While speaking, the top hacker codenamed "Blue Star Tarantula" had obtained all the information, and told Shaqing concisely.

"Thanks, can I pay on credit and pay after my vacation is over?"

"No money this time, you can exchange it with a suggestion - I know you are a master at manipulating people's hearts."

"'Playing' is not a good word, you can say 'insight' or 'exploit'. If it is advice in this regard, you can ask."

"How to make a..." the hacker hesitated for a moment, "a person who likes the new and dislikes the old by nature learns to be dedicated?"

Da Qing laughed silently: "Nature? My dear, this is not easy to change. I can only say, either let the 'old man' be a changeable girl who refreshes every day; or let him never have the opportunity to meet the 'new man'. "

"I'll think about it." The other party finished speaking and ended the call.

The gray-haired middle-aged man was lying face down, his hands resting stiffly on the edge of the table, the pool of blood soaked the pages of the book on the case and the face pressed on the table, and then dripped viscously from the bent wrist , like a red snake that seems to be broken.

Leo walked to the desk and looked at the man's bloody neck.The trachea, esophagus, and carotid artery were severed by a sharp knife, and there was no extra flap at the cut site. It was obviously fatal with a single cut, and the murderer was skillful and crisp.He reached out and touched the corpse, the body temperature was still there, the god of death had just harvested this life.

A few hours earlier, Rob had called and had dutifully inquired about the address of the informant from an old classmate.The black-haired detective immediately flew to San Francisco, followed the instructions to enter the old apartment on the outskirts of the city, and finally saw this scene in the empty study.

Someone took the first step and killed people before he came to ask for evidence.

There was a dead silence in the room, but Leo could feel that the man was still in the house, staring at him with murderous eyes.

"—I know you're here." Leo looked around and raised his voice, "I know you've been following me all the way, from Orange to San Francisco. Because what I'm investigating has touched your nerves, Does it make you feel a certain threat? But to be honest, I am not targeting you. On the contrary, we can sit down and talk. If I can exchange something I have for some information from you, I think we Let's think about each other, 'Arctic Fox'."

There was no movement around, and he seemed to be speaking into the air.

The door quietly opened inwards, and the old door hinge made a slight noise like a groan. Leo looked at the door, and reflexively stretched out his hand to his ribs.Before his fingers touched the holster, he felt a cold bullet aimed at the back of his head, and a voice distorted by the voice changer came from behind: "Hands up, agent, don't make any unnecessary movements, you and I are both professional."

Leo raised his hands slowly, "Let's talk, can we?"

"We have nothing to talk about." The other party said coldly.

"Don't be so vigilant, I don't mean any harm, your case doesn't belong to the FBI - if there is a case. But I suspect there are many more dangerous cases that Interpol has to work on, as long as you don't do it It has to be as outrageous as the 'Armed Forces of God', at best it is a filing."

"That kind of rubbish." The other party snorted disdainfully.

"Of course, they can't be compared with you. I know that the 'Arctic Fox' has always been surreptitious and hidden, with few personnel but unpredictable strength. If it wasn't for the incident two years ago, you might still be active on the international stage Come on." Leo said carefully.If his guess is correct, this will be the only thing the other party asks for, and it is also his only bargaining chip.

Sure enough, the other party asked, "How much do you know about that incident two years ago?"

"So far, I don't know anything. But you know that the power of the government is not comparable to any one person or organization, especially in terms of intelligence. If you want to find out the ins and outs and details of that incident, I think I and I are institutions can do a better job than you survivors."

After a short period of silence, there was a sound of the trigger being pulled halfway and the safety opening, which seemed slight and thrilling in the silent space. "Not bad advice, but unfortunately, I don't think you're a person to trust."

"Is it because of the killing?" Leo asked while the iron was hot, "Because I sent your former companion to prison. You almost shot me black in Orange, isn't that the reason?"

The other party sneered: "Your luck is good, but it won't be so good forever."

The premise of defaulting to the second item is to affirm the first item first.This is a part of the truth about Sha Qing's past that I can finally confirm. Leo took a deep breath and said in an unprecedentedly sincere tone: "You know, I'm actually happy that you tried to kill me for killing me, because it shows There are still people who really care about him and miss him, and he is not as lonely as he seems."

The other party seemed to be choked by this unexpected sentence, "Are you crazy?" He sarcastically said, "You arrested him, threw him into that kind of ghost place, and then said such things again, as if you to him-"

"—That's right." The black-haired detective interrupted the other party calmly.This is the first time he faces his heart directly, and admits to other people and himself this incomparable affection, "My affection for Sha Qing far exceeds that of opponents, strangers, friends, and even in general. couples, I don’t know what words to use to describe them, 'passion', 'love' and the like are too superficial and biased. Everyone thinks they are a complete individual, but when you meet someone one day, suddenly Realizing that you have never been complete, suffering because of conflicts and struggles, and longing because of incompleteness, then you will find that his sharpness and fragility, your dullness and hardness, are so tightly embedded together, as if you were born It's supposed to be one - if you ever feel that way, you'll understand what I'm saying."

"...I think you're just crazy." After being stunned for a few seconds, the other party couldn't help but ask again: "Then what does he do to you?"

"This is what I have been evading, denying, and even deliberately distorting and hurting. To be honest, I don't know," the black-haired detective smiled self-deprecatingly, "because he is used to hiding things, just as Like 'Arctic Fox', I'm not sure what his real emotions are hiding behind his banter. But one thing is for sure, he never hated me."

"Even if you throw him in jail?"

"Yes."

The other party was silent again, and spoke after a while, with a tone so weird that even the voice changer couldn't hide it: "I don't care about this mess between you two, but it seems to explain why he refused our help and insisted on staying in the Prison . . . in his own right, always has been."

He brazenly disclosed the criminal attempt to the federal agents, but in this case, he did not provoke the latter's backlash miraculously. "That's right, he has always had his own ideas and his own way." Leo sighed helplessly, "Has he been like this since he was a child?"

The other party chuckled: "This is where we start gathering information? If you want to know about his past, just trade the incident two years ago, and find out who actually joined the employer, middleman and target, and put us in ambush on all sides; find out at whose hands our captain was killed."

Leo replied immediately: "No problem, but you have to make a deposit first. Don't worry about my bad faith. You have been aiming at me secretly, haven't you?"

The other party thought for a while, "I can give you an address first, and how much you can find depends on your ability." He reported a series of addresses, which are in Los Angeles, not far from Orange County. "That's where we met him, he was a 15-year-old kid with a different set of eyes and, in the words of our captain, 'he was born a fighter'."

The phone rang in Leo's pocket. He slowly put down one hand, took out the phone to cut off the ringtone, and then slowly raised it up to show that he had no intention of using force at all—even after talking for so long, behind The muzzle of the gun was still aimed at him with full vigilance.

"Deal. How about giving me a name and contact information?"

"You can call me 'Fangzhen', and the contact information is unnecessary." The other party said coldly, "I will find you when you get something. Finally, by the way, how long do you plan to let him stay in prison? ?”

Leo replied without thinking: "As long as the law stipulates."

"Oh! Is this what you call feelings?"

"God belongs to God, Caesar belongs to Caesar."

"...The distinction is so clear, aren't you afraid of schizophrenia?" The other party mocked, "You are a fucking psycho."

Leo heard a very slight movement behind him, as if the distant tide receded under the darkness of night, he knew that the 'Phalanx' had quietly left.

Putting down his numb arm, he called back the phone that was cut off: "Rob. There was a special situation just now, and it is not convenient to answer... Well, I found the informant, but he is dead."

"What? Dead?" Rob exclaimed, "How did he die? Fuck Fuck Fuck, I'm going to be scolded by Wei! You know that although he always thinks that guy is duplicity and nonsense, he is still a bastard with a lot of criminal records, But after all, it is an information point that has been in operation for many years, so it cannot be said that if it is gone, it will be gone!"

"Tell him I'm sorry and willing to make amends. I have a video of the murderer here, and I'll send it if he needs it."

"Video of the murderer? How did you get it?"

"Personal tips," Leo said.

When he cut off the ringtone and raised his hand again while holding the phone, he secretly pressed the camera shortcut key, and the camera pointed at the gunman behind his fingers and recorded a 50-second video.

As he himself said, give to God what is God's, and to Caesar what is Caesar's.It's one thing to make a deal with the Phalanx; it's another thing to have someone killed and the law enforcement officer to hunt down the murderer.This is a self-interested and principled alternative, and not long ago, Leo could not have imagined that he would make such a choice.The imperceptible influence brought about by the completion seems to be more than he realizes. The world is no longer black and white. He doesn't know whether this is degeneration or evolution, or maybe it is the stimulation of the ability hidden on the other side of the soul. But he knows he's not what he used to be.

The Sixth District of Rex Island is still a prison. If there is any difference from the Fifth District, it is that the entire prison area is more insane and dead silent because of the polarized mentally ill prisoners.

Killing forced the prison doctor Famo to get a no-nonsense mental illness, and he was transferred to the sixth district the day after martial law.When prison guard Simon walked into the activity hall of the sixth district, he saw him sitting among a group of mentally ill patients watching the cartoon "Tom and Jerry".

Simon walked over with a sullen face and said to him, "Elvis, shall we talk?"

"He's a mental patient, I think it's hard for you to chat." A nurse next to him said with a smile.

Simon glared at him: "I know what I'm doing."

The nurse shrugged and walked away bored.

Simon grabbed Sha Qing's wrist and pulled him into a nearby empty room. "What's going on here? I've seen your previous medical report, and there is no mental illness, but now you suddenly have a stress disorder, and the handwriting is still new. Is there something inside? Someone wants to frame you you?"

If it was other prison guards, there were plenty of ways to deal with it, but this young prison guard had always shown him unusual kindness and concern, and he didn't really want to fool him. "That's outside your remit, sir. Why trouble yourself?"

"Don't say that!" Simon frowned, "If someone really wants to torture you, I can't stand by. Although I'm just an ordinary prison guard, once this kind of thing gets involved, even the warden has to take care of his face. Will sit back and watch the rules and regulations get broken too far."

Sha Qing was a little dumbfounded by his wishful thinking: "Look, we met by chance, we didn't have any friendship at all, so naturally we don't need to have anything to do with each other. You will be your prison guard, and I will be my prisoner. Isn't it easy for both of us?" Said To be honest, I don't believe that there is care for no reason in this world, and what you do will only make me doubt your motives even more."

Simon froze.A complex expression mixed with pain, excitement and sadness came to his unremarkable face, he moved his lips, and murmured in a very low voice: "In this world, there is really no care for no reason, and you Not just a prisoner to me either...remember the 'Park Lane Butcher', that freaky scum who murdered and dismembered eight night-running boys and girls, one of the victims was mine Twin sister... her name is Sariya, she doesn't look like me, she looks much better than me, she has beautiful blond hair, she has always been my pride, but when the police asked us to identify the body, I hardly recognized her Come..." The young prison guard gritted his teeth, as if he was trying to resist the choked sound from his throat, "From then on, the only wish of my parents and I was to watch that cruel devil go to the electric chair with our own eyes, but the police didn't Can catch him, victim after victim, until... until you catch him and leave him torn apart like my poor sister! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth! Know how I felt, like The angel of judgment came out alive from the Bible! I cried and thanked God for his benevolence and justice, and thanked Him for sending the apostles down to earth. Until now, I still haven’t forgotten my feelings at that time.”

"So please don't say that we met by chance and have nothing to do with each other. For Sariya's sake, let me do whatever I can, finish it." Simon covered his face with his hands, tears leaking from between his fingers Come.

Sha Qing raised his hand, hesitating whether to put it on the other's shoulder. This was the first time he faced the gratitude from the victim's family. For some reason, he was a little embarrassed. He always felt that some things were too frank and clear for him to touch. .He thought for a while and said: "I can say a lot of comforting words, such as 'she doesn't want to see her family cry in heaven', 'the past is over, people always look forward' and so on, but I don't want to say it now, because that's bullshit. I didn't do it to avenge someone, but it's what I want to do, and I have the ability. To you, Simon, my Behavior was unintentional, and you don't deserve to be grateful for it."

The prison guard wiped away his tears and shook his head silently and stubbornly.

Sha Qing sighed helplessly: "Well, if you insist on thinking that way, then don't bother me now, let me do what I want to do quietly, this is my reward."

"...will you stay here forever?" Simon asked.

"It's hard to say, maybe I'll be back in District [-] soon."

"Maybe you will need my help at that time—a person will always need help from others, even if the strength of the other party is so insignificant." Simon insisted, "At that time, please come to me."

"If that's the case." Sha Qing could only accept it verbally.

Simon nodded, took a deep look at him, and turned to leave.

This is a new variable, and it has to be taken into consideration, Da Qing thought silently.