The Last Killer

When Rob woke up from his doze, the red light at the door of the operating room was still on.He used the palm of his hand as a towel to rub his face vigorously a few times, then turned to look at his partner beside him.

The black-haired detective sat on a bench in the corridor, staring at the white wall opposite, as if he was in deep thought.Rob noticed that his posture hadn't changed at all since he sat down.

He hesitated a little, but said, "I'm so hungry, I'm going to buy something to eat."

Leo nodded slightly.

Rob couldn't wait to get up and leave—although he has always been a good player at activating the atmosphere, but the current atmosphere makes him feel hairy, and he has no desire to be active at all.

Shortly after he left, the green light at the door of the operating room came on, and several medical staff took off their masks and walked out exhausted.Leo jumped up immediately, went up to meet him and asked, "How is he?"

The leading middle-aged doctor replied: "The operation went smoothly. The bullet penetrated the upper lobe of the left lung and caused a penetrating injury to the chest, but did not injure the heart."

"Can you recover?"

"The compensatory ability of human lung function is very strong, and the impact on the body after the injury should not be too great, but it needs more than three months of postoperative recovery period."

Leo felt the muscles in his chest that had been cramped for several hours stretch out, and let out a dry breath.

The doctor saw that his pale face turned bloody, and added a comforting sentence: "Don't worry, in the future, at most, you won't be able to run 20 kilometers with a load, or participate in free kick competitions or something. Daily work and life are still no problem."

For the finale, "daily work" is much more intense than a free kick competition, so will your skills be affected to some extent?A person who admires strength like him must find it difficult to accept... At the same time as sad and regretful, Leo felt a trace of untimely rejoicing in his heart: Maybe he would cherish his life more because of this, and put the set of tightrope walking on the cliff Bad hobbies restrained and restrained, and since then they have completely washed their hands.

The wounded patient, who was still under anesthesia, was pushed out. Leo suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind and followed the medical staff to the intensive care unit.

According to the doctor, he will be awake within 24 hours.But 24 hours passed, 48 hours passed, 72 hours passed, and the finale still did not wake up.

Leo frowned and asked the attending doctor, but the other party couldn't explain why. He just emphasized that the operation itself was successful, and according to the examination report, there were no abnormalities in various physiological indicators.

"Then why has he been in a coma? Is there something wrong with the treatment?" Leo asked, his tone very aggressive.

The attending doctor frowned at his faux pas, but was reluctant to confront a law enforcement officer who looked like he hadn't slept in three days.Instead, the young assistant beside him simply pushed back: "The treatment method is of course important, but the patient's own will to survive is more important. If he is unwilling to wake up, the physiological mechanism is dominated by the subconscious, which may also cause stupor or psychogenic coma."

Unwilling to wake up?Lost the will to live?Is he talking about killing?Leo showed an absurd look on his face, and sneered at the young doctor: "Even if he is pointed at a gun, he can beat a dozen people with his bare hands. You mean such a person has no will to live, kid?"

The other party was forced to swallow an ice cube in winter, and shrank his neck suddenly.The attending doctor hurried out to smooth things over, and walked away embarrassingly with his assistant.

Leo glanced at their backs with an unfriendly expression, sat down on the edge of the bed, and reached out to brush the tiny fibers that fell on Sha Qing's cheeks.The Asian young man closed his eyes quietly, his eyelashes cast black and thick shadows under the eye sockets, like the motionless wings of a butterfly, making his cheeks thinner and his lips paler.Leo's hand stopped on his cheek for a moment, and then he stroked it from the forehead to the bridge of the nose, and then to the chin, and said in a deep voice, "You are looked down upon by others, kill him, get up and kick his ass."

"Get up. If you want to continue the escape, now is the best time - there is only one starving and sleepy agent here, and he is no match for you."

"You blasted Rob with a big bruise from your blank and he complained why you didn't put him in another body armor."

"Your explosives are also installed in the wrong place. Didn't you say you were going to blow up the fifth block of the prison? Why did you only blow up the Irishima Bridge? You know how stupid I looked when I got the casualty report, and I was laughed at by the rookie Rob." .”

"And Shanier, that cunning jackal was almost caught, but unfortunately he escaped in the end. But we issued a national arrest warrant, and it is estimated that he will spend the rest of his life in a miserable life of wandering."

"..."

In the silent ward, there was only a man's intermittent voice, as if he wanted to finish what he hadn't said in a few hours since we knew each other for more than a year.

The phone kept ringing, but Leo didn't answer.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and two plainclothes agents walked in, telling Leo that they were here to monitor the shift, and the bureau told him to go back immediately.

Leo sat by the bed and ignored them, feeling that he had nothing to say to them—he only wanted to speak to Sha Qing who was unconscious on the hospital bed, and he didn't even bother to vibrate his vocal cords to other people.Until one of the detectives couldn't bear to dial the phone number of the boss, Gaudi's voice burst out of the phone wrapped in anger: "Leo! Why don't you fucking answer the phone? Come back right away! Right now! The boss Still waiting for your report!"

There was a "snap", as if the other party had dropped the receiver.Leo held his mobile phone and was in a daze for a moment, then turned to the two agents and said, "If he wakes up, please notify me as soon as possible."

Then he walked out of the ward without looking back.

The next day, someone in the hospital leaked the news, the media flocked to the hospital, and the police dispatched urgently to isolate the ward area where Da Qing was located.But the media people still tried their best to break into the inside, so as to make enough eye-catching and explosive news headlines such as "the serial killer committed another crime after escaping from prison, was hunted down by the FBI and was seriously injured and comatose".A large number of fan clubs who had finished their activities also got the news, and they surrounded the hospital with water.There was even a blond young woman in a plunging wedding dress who was kicking and punching as she tried to break into the cordon, screaming frantically, "Get out! You thugs! Butchers! Don't delay my wedding!" Killing, your bride is here! Let me in—"

That night, the FBI dispatched a special operations team to secretly transfer the killing, and transport it to the police internal hospital by helicopter.

Rob relayed all the above to Leo vividly, but his partner didn't give him any face at all, and didn't even give him a superfluous look.There are several boxes of archives stacked on the desk, and Leo is dealing with the official duties accumulated during this period, finishing the tasks at hand one by one.He works almost day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep-although he has always been a workaholic, he has never been overloaded to the point of violating human nature like this, which made Rob feel terrified.He tried his best to persuade Leo not to be so self-abuse and put his body first, but the other party only replied with two words: "——Go away."

Rob was helpless, looking at Leo's eyes, it was like looking at a crazy magician who burned his body and soul together to make spell-casting materials.In the end, he came up with a bad move in a daze, and said to Leo: "The hospital called and said that there seems to be some reaction to the killing..."

Leo dropped the things in his hand and rushed out the door.

He nearly punched Rob in the hospital corridor as a result.The doctor told them solemnly that the patient had been in a coma for 17 days and had lost consciousness, but the subcortical center could still maintain spontaneous breathing and heartbeat. If it lasted for more than a month, he might enter a vegetative state.

"This is really strange," said the doctor. "From the results of our multiple examinations of his brain, we did not find any craniocerebral injuries or lesions. It stands to reason that he should have woken up long ago. His pupils are sensitive to light." Reaction, there are purposeless eye tracking movements and sleep-wake cycles, and under the input of nutrient solution, the vital signs are also stable, I think his coma...may be psychogenic."

Leo heard this word from the doctor in the last hospital, and immediately countered: "Fart!"

The doctor choked, and tried to explain to the two detectives who were about to fight in plain language: "This is a reactive mental illness caused by intense trauma. You can understand it this way, the patient's subconscious For reasons such as self-protection, self-protection, etc., they close their spiritual world and are unwilling to communicate with the outside world, so they refuse to wake up physically. In this case, drugs have little effect, so I suggest you try hint therapy. "

Leo thought over what the doctor said, and asked, "How?"

"You can find some people or things that are important to the patient, including certain smells, sounds, etc., and use language actions and environmental simulations to stimulate the patient positively, and it may be able to wake up."

"We can play movies next to his bed, such as "Saw" and "Zodiac" on a 24-hour rolling basis," Rob whispered to Leo, "or go to the prison and ask some prisoners to perform live Version?"

Leo Yu glared at him angrily, walked into the ward, and locked the door behind his back.

He sat on the edge of the bed again, staring at Sha Qing's face that became thinner and thinner in his deep sleep.

"Is it really you who don't want to wake up, Sha Qing." He said softly, "Why, because of me? Because of the shadow of childhood experience? Or because of the 'this fucking world' you said? This world has let you down so much To such an extent that you are so disdainful that you don't even want to open your eyelids?"

There is no answer.

But Leo always felt that it was not that simple.The truth is hidden in the deepest part of Sha Qing's heart, and he has been searching for it in the other party's ambiguous words, deeds and ambiguous attitudes, just like groping for gold in the sand of the Ganges River.He knows that Sha Qing is good at disguising, acting, and turning black and white, but he has a faint intuition that somewhere—a place that is negligible and insignificant—leaves a crack for him, which is the way to The tiny gaps in his spiritual world are like the "Whispers Before the Bed".

I'll find the gap and push the door open.Leo said silently to Sha Qing.You won't be disappointed this time, I will find you behind the door and bring you out.

He got up and left the ward without going to the office, and went straight back to his apartment in Manhattan.

On the sofa where they nestled together, as if the warmth of each other still remained, Leo closed his eyes and quietly recalled.Recalling everything between him and Zaqing—from the first time he heard the code name, every word, every look, every fight between them, every tacit understanding, every love-hate relationship duel...

It seems that a very long and very long movie film is slowly pulled past the eyes, and every frame of the picture is wiped off the dust, shining brightly in the memory.It turned out that he carved such a deep imprint in his mind and heart that even the flashing details of the picture made his body tremble unbearably.

——How slow must he be to spend so much time and pay so much to determine the importance of the other party to him?Only then did you realize that the so-called "Render to God what is God's and Caesar's to Caesar" is such a ridiculous self-deception?

——If he really loves him, he has the courage to be an enemy of the whole world.Because every bit of pain from the other party will be reflected in his heart dripping with blood.

——How could he have the heart to throw him into a dark and rotten prison, destroying "freedom", the birthright of human beings, with his own hands?

Leo opened his eyes, tears rolled down from his deep dark blue eyes, and flowed from the brows to the temples.

As if by telepathy, the words of Daqing emerged from countless memories, before a rape that finally made him regret: "By the way, you have received the belongings I sent, please keep them safe for me, don't get angry Throw it away, especially that phone..."

Especially that phone.

Yes, this is that gap.

And how did you respond?

—He got up and punched the bridge of his nose.

Leo curled up in pain, holding his head tightly with both hands.After a long time, he calmed down his breath, stood up staggeringly, walked into the bedroom, and took out the BlackBerry mobile phone that was mailed to him from the bottom drawer.

Its battery has been drained from long periods of inactivity.Leo plugged in the charger, turned it on, and carefully browsed through its text messages, mailboxes, and file management.

Soon, he found what he wanted, a ten-minute recording, lying alone in the audio folder.He shrank his thumb as if being burned by a flame, and then pressed the play button without hesitation.

"Leo Lawrence."

It's the sound of finishing.There was a short pause, and then changed into Chinese: "I hope that the person who hears this recording is you, not a homeless man digging through a trash can, or a boy in a second-hand mobile phone refurb shop. Of course, this is just my personal wish , maybe you will really throw this phone away in a fit of anger—in a way, Leo, I have always failed to guess your mind."

He smiled softly, as if mocking himself.

"Now I'm thinking, what is my motivation for leaving this recording for you. You know I always plan everything carefully, even if I have a whim, I have to plan first and then act, but this time, I really don't know what is the motivation , drove me to do this. But I guess, when you hear this message, I should already be dead."

Leo shivered abruptly, and gripped the phone tightly in the chills all over his body.

"Hehe, did you startle me? I just want to try this vulgar sentence pattern of the rotten street. In fact, I may repent, kill you, and continue to get away with it. Do you feel confused, yes , I have written the final confrontation between us into the plan in advance. Either you die, or I die.

I was thinking, why I have been teasing you, provoking you, keeping your eyes and bullets on me for more than a year.As I said in Luna Twin Islands, it's a pretty fun way to pass my time outside of work, right?It was true in the beginning, I had fun with you, and at the same time, I was examining you.It's like carefully choosing a handy and powerful weapon in a room of messy weapons. Among a bunch of policemen and detectives, I chose you.

I think you should be honored by that, don't you think?Especially when you tell me with a serious face, 'A person must be responsible for what he has done, we are all the same, no one can do whatever he wants', I know I have found the right person.

You know, there's a line you said so fucking right, you said to me, 'I know you hate them, but you're becoming them, trust me, you don't want to look in the mirror and see a guy who wants to kiss you strangled himself. ’ Yeah, I knew that all along, so every time I look in the mirror, I see a serial killer who wants to kill himself.Since the first person died in my hands, I have been no different from them, with the same bloody hands and the same cruelty.But I never regretted it.Sometimes I think, when I die, I will probably be reunited with the serial killers who died at my hands in hell-of course, I don’t mind killing them again, there is no more evil place to go anyway up.

The more people I kill, the more indifferent I am, because the ending is already preordained.Before I find Enjoyer to avenge my revenge, I will continue to kill like this.If I can send Enjoyer to hell, then it will be my turn next. "The voice paused again for a moment, and suddenly became soft and playful: "Dear detective, do you know why I gave myself the code name 'Finishing'? "

Leo froze.Killing...killing...green?He was startled.

"That's right, it's exactly what you think. Only by reading it in Chinese can you understand the true meaning——

I've solved so many serial killers, and the last serial killer to be solved is myself. "

An unusually calm voice.From the calmness revealed a heart-like indifference—the indifference to one's own life!

He finally understood where Shaqing's strength and instability came from, Leo thought.Sha Qing is not afraid of death, and even longs for death.While killing the enemy one by one, he also killed the warm and bright part of his soul one by one, and then used blood and cruelty to calmly face the predetermined end of death for himself.

——From the beginning to the end, he was walking on the road of self-destruction.

And himself is the executioner chosen by him.

He always provoked and irritated him regardless of the occasion, deliberately made himself angry, and hated him so much, it was precisely because he hoped to "kill" the dark life and end it in a kind, brave, upright, and bright life. in the hands of law enforcement officers.This is the last good wish he has left in his heart for this world.

Leo let out an indescribably choked moan from deep in his throat.

And after a long pause, the voice continued to sound, seeming to be a bit confused: "As for you, Leo, since when did your usefulness gradually change... I don't know either. But this is not a good phenomenon, it will make me weak, inefficient, and sometimes even give birth to unrealistic fantasies - fantasies that I still have a reason to continue living." Sha Qing sneered, "How naive Right. Knowing that you are an incompatible natural enemy, you tried again and again and tried every means to make you never forget me. The final result is like two celestial bodies forced to move into the same orbit, colliding with each other and destroying each other.

No need, Leo, no need to destroy each other.Just destroying me is enough.

Leave you, continue to shine and glow, and look at the world for me.

The fucking, fucking world. "

There was silence in the room, and the recording ended.

Leo stood there motionless, as if his consciousness was still projected in another space - there, a serial killer who was good at calculating and finally counted his life on him, was sitting on the sofa, holding a mobile phone, While recording, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a long time, Leo seemed to break free from suffocation, took a long breath, then sat down at the desk, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a long word in the middle of the first line without hesitation.