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Suddenly, his eyebrows trembled.

Ian didn't know if he should stop his "meditation" at this moment or let his mind continue to swim.

The next moment, Haili's pupils contracted for a while, and he suddenly fell backwards on his back, and Ian quickly supported him.

He saw Hailey's mouth half-opened, breathing seemed to be very difficult, and his body was shaking with some kind of pain.

"Haley! Haley! Wake up!"

Ian dragged Hailey's back and slowly put him on the ground.

"Bastard! Don't scare me! What did you see! Wake up and tell me what you saw!"

Hailey stretched out his hand and waved it lightly in front of Ian, as if he was firmly grasping something, and then slowly his arm slipped down.

Everything fell into a deathly silence.

He opened his eyes blankly and lost his response to everything around him.

"Haley?" Ian patted his cheek, "You bastard, don't think I'll believe you if you scare me!"

Ian put his finger into Hailey's nose and found that he was really not breathing!

"You bastard, just hold your breath and play dead! Let's see how long you can hold it!" Ian deliberately put his finger between Haili's nose, raised his watch, and counted the time.

For 2 full minutes, Ian couldn't feel any breath of Hailey.

"If you continue to pretend, I don't mind sending you into those cabinets, lying with Lena, Alan, and you. You must have a good communication!"

Ian glanced at Haili coldly, then looked at his watch, it was already two minutes and thirty seconds.

"You're so boring." Ian got up and walked out the door.If he ignores Haili, can Haili still play happily by himself?

Ten seconds later, Ian rushed back, lowered his body, lay beside Haili, opened his jaw, and pressed his lips against it.

Breathe!You bastard!

breathe!

Ian gave him the most standard artificial respiration, his heart tightened, and everything in the air became dry, even though his forehead and back were already wet with sweat.

This guy won't really die so stupidly!

"Breathe! You idiot! You are not Allen! Even if you want to die, wait until I stab you a few times before you die!"

"Now! Breathe me right now! Come back to my senses! You idiot!"

"You can't die here!" Ian gave up artificial respiration, and pressed his hands on Haili's chest. His hair shook with the pressure, and sweat dripped from his forehead and fell into Haili's ears.

"To save you eight years ago! My mother almost died! You don't give me a good life, and you suffocate yourself to death! Do you think you are Lena? Do you think you are Alan? You fucking Nothing! They're all dead, so they're victims! And you're alive! You're a survivor! Survivors, do you understand? You idiot you're already a winner in life! Don't confuse yourself with them! "

At that moment, Hailey gasped, as if an invisible wave rushed into his body, his back arched, and then he fell back to the ground.

He coughed, curled up to the side, and breathed vigorously. Oxygen became the most precious thing in this world.

Ian sat back on the ground and looked at Hailey, who was breathing.

"Is it like this every time you fall into a 'transference'? Should Maddy Ron give me a shock kit?"

Hailey turned his face slowly, looked at Ian with a smile, "If the victim didn't end up dying every time, I wouldn't be like this."

"Oh...damn..." Ian pressed his eyes.

"Are you worried that I'm going to die?" Hailey raised his hand and touched Ian's knee with his fingertips.

"You will live for a long time, so long that I really want to shoot you." Ian tugged at his neckline in embarrassment.

"Then it's settled, Ian. If I'm going to die, it must be because you broke me." Haili lazily propped up his upper body and leaned towards Ian.

"How many times have I said that? Stay away from me!" Ian waved his hand impatiently.

Hailey didn't move at all, he pressed down Ian's knee and lay directly on his lap.

"You don't want me to tell you what happened before Allen died?"

"what?"

"I'm tired, I'll tell you after I rest for a while." Haili smiled slyly, turned sideways, and wanted to wrap his arms around Ian's waist like a child.

"Get your hands off!" Ian shook off Haley.

"...let me rest for a while..."

"I don't want to rest in the morgue! Get up! Now! Immediately!" Ian got up, pulled Haili up, and left the morgue.

They went back to the men's shower at the school's swimming pool and stood where Allen was stabbed to death.

"Tell me, what did you see! What's so special about Ellen's death! Haley, we don't have time to play games. This is my first case, and I want to solve it, not let it be an old case !"

Ian said to Haley very seriously.Even though he knew that most of the time, his attitude didn't affect Haley at all.

Hailey is a man of his own, he will only do what he wants to do, and all the results must be in the direction he wants.

"Okay, don't get excited, Ian. Imagine holding a knife in your hand, a twelve-centimeter dagger. I'm Alan, and I'm in the shower. The first time I saw you, I was surprised, subconsciously Leaning against the wall."

Haley performed realistically.

"Hey! This is not the place for you!" Hailey raised his hand, imitating Alan's gesture of rejection.

Ian took out a pen, pretended it was a dagger, and walked towards Haley.

"what should I do?"

"Remember what we discussed? When the murderer faced Alan, he was full of anger. His first knife was aimed at Alan's chest. It was unexpected and fast, which was completely unexpected by Alan." Haley explained.

The expression on Ian's face turned cold in an instant. He stepped forward quickly and stabbed Haili's chest hard.

Haili grabbed Ian's wrist and fell backwards, "Ian, do you remember the analysis of the angle of the dagger? Except for the stabbing in the chest, the other wounds are..."

"It was after Allen fell to the ground that the murderer put his knee on Allen's lower abdomen and stabbed him eleven times."

As Ian answered, he raised his knees against Hailey according to the scene at the time.

"No matter how panicked Allen is, he has already held the murderer's hand, and he won't let go. First, it's because of nervousness, and second, it hurts as much as the dagger leaves the body."

"But the murderer still pulled out the dagger, and stabbed it for the second time! The third time! The fourth time! And Allen was powerless to stop the other party, he could only feel it again and again..."

"Alan saw something shaking in front of his eyes. He is a devout Catholic, and the only thing that can relieve his pain at this time is his faith." Hailey lay on the tiled floor, looked at Ian, and said lightly .

"Faith? You still have to hold on to your own faith at this time? Are you kidding me?" Ian frowned.

But Haili smiled, as if he was lying in a sanctuary, with the grace bestowed by God in front of him.

"Ian, don't you have faith? On the battlefield, whenever a bullet passes your cheek, shrapnel passes through the top of your head, and behind you are moaning comrades who can no longer move, don't you think about praying?"

"No. Whether life or death is a result, a fact. It will not change because I have faith or I pray."

"But I have." Haili's lip line was like the wings of a butterfly sliding over the white petals, and the dewdrops broke free from the shackles of the leaves.

In Ian's heart, he is a lunatic.Do madmen have faith?

"Eight years ago, I was kept as a pet, and I prayed every day. I knew you would definitely appear. You are my belief."

"Can you always say something like this with such seriousness? You shouldn't be a federal agent, but try to go to Broadway. Maybe opera is more suitable for you."

Haley's hand went up, pressing down on the back of Ian's neck, forcing him to lean towards him.

This was a power struggle, Ian put his hands on Haili's face, he still refused to give in to Haili, and lowered his stubborn head.

"I just want to tell you that the last thing Allen holds must be something that can comfort him spiritually."

Ian frowned, something flashed through his mind at that moment.

"I know what it is!"

"Oh? What is it?" Haili sat up from the ground, straightened his messy hair, and looked at Ian in a leisurely manner.

"It's a cross! It's the cross on the murderer's neck! When the murderer stabbed Alan at this angle, the cross on his neck just fell down and dangled in front of Alan's eyes! Alan, who was in a trance and in pain, held it, and Hold it very hard, and even maintain this position after death. Ordinary pendants are smooth, even if Allen holds it, it may not hurt his hand. But the cross is different, it is angled Yes! The murderer used a lot of strength to remove the cross from Alan's fingers! If the murderer was still wearing that kind of thing, he might be able to detect Alan's blood from it!" Ian's face was full of tears. With a cold expression, it is rare to have emotional fluctuations.

"The question is who that person is. Even if you find the cross, you can't directly link the cross to Alan's death."

"But as long as we know who that person is, we have a direction to investigate."

"Okay, then should we go to the place where Anne was killed? Lena and Allen have occupied your time and attention, poor Anne was hung upside down in the forest cabin, her throat was slit, and the blood flowed backwards And out...Although the twelve knives in Allen's body looked terrible, he was not too tortured. Although Annie only suffered one knife, she may be the most pitiful one among all."

"Let's go." Ian turned and walked out of the shower.

They drove the car to the side of the road, got out and walked into the woods.

The cabin was surrounded by dense forests, and although it was daytime, it was almost completely covered in the shadow of the trees, making it look very gloomy.