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Hailey's voice sounded calm, as if calmly reciting a psalm from a church.

But for Mr. Camporam, it was a wave of sharp excitement.

"What are you talking about! How dare you think that I am incompetent! How dare you think that I am vulgar! I tell you that I am as noble as every heir of the Camporam family!" Mr. Camporam's face flushed, and he buckled On the edge of the table, angry flames burst out of his eyes.

He's about to lose control.

Ian knew that with just one more fire, he would expose his most primitive self.

"Noble! Where is your nobility? Are you very interested in me?" Hailey chuckled. His chuckle was very special. It seemed beautiful but pierced into the depths of Mr. Camporam's thinking. "But in the end? You still can only invite me through Lucia's commemorative dinner! How can you be so confident? Can you complete the tradition of the Camporam family neatly? You can use it like this You don’t even have the courage to put the back of a knife against Annie’s throat! Even if she saw you in the cabin, she would only show a disdainful expression. What she wants to see is Lawrence, not you! And after you understand the contempt in her eyes , At most, you just quietly close the door, fleeing as far as you can like a deserter! You cowardly fetish!"

"I didn't run away! I killed her with my own hands! If you say that word again, I'll slit your throat as well!" cried Mr. Camporam, standing up abruptly.

"You don't have to lie to argue with me! Have you ever killed someone with a hunting knife? You don't dare!"

"I killed her! I put my hands over her mouth and made her pass out! Then I hung her upside down! When she woke up she begged me miserably! I turned on the record player! I hummed I pressed her chin with my left hand, and cut her throat with my right hand! I heard her whimpering in the music, and my soul felt like it was released, and the world was spinning!" Campora Mr. Mu thumped the table and shouted loudly, there was a kind of obsession in his eyes.

Hailey went back to the table and sat down indifferently, put away all his smiles, and said coldly: "I told you, Mr. Camporam, you don't need to lie to win me. If you really killed Annie, why didn't you put her in the Rose Cemetery's collection? Why did you let her stay in that cabin, where she was found by the rangers, the sheriff of the town, and seen by so many people?"

"Because I'm tired of hiding them like collectibles in the ruins of the Camporam house. Didn't you say? Anne's death was an art. And art—should be appreciated by the world."

Mr. Camporam leaned towards Haley, and there was something indescribably mad in his eyes.

"I forgot to tell you that Annie left marks on your body too, didn't she? She bit you. At first we thought the murderer was bitten on the back of the hand or the forearm, but we overlooked that Annie was hung upside down Yes, when you approach her, she bites not the back of your hand or arm, but the neck of your shoulder. Teeth marks are as unique as fingerprints. We may not have enough evidence to accuse you of killing 20 years ago But based on your behavior just now and the tooth marks on your shoulder and neck and the matching of the hunting knife in your room with Annie's wound, we are enough to accuse you of killing Annie, and it is a first-degree murder."

Hailey raised his eyebrows with a playful expression.

And Mr. Camporam closed his eyes and let out a breath.

He sorted out his emotions, restored his aristocratic expression, and stretched out his right hand to Haili, "Can I touch you again? You are the only angel I have seen in my life."

Haley shook his head inscrutablely, "No. Because my partner will be upset when he sees it."

After speaking, Haili got up and walked towards the door calmly, as if walking between the sea and the sky. All the conversations just now had been blown away by the wind.

Ian in the observation room kept his expression unchanged.

The sheriff, who had been watching the entire interrogation process, sighed, "Your partner is really extraordinary. He seems to have entered Camporam's mind and knows everything about him."

"...Into Camporam's mind..." Ian clenched his fingers.

The door of the observation room was pushed open, and Haili smiled heartily at Ian, even Mr. Sheriff was dumbfounded.

"Ian! Did you think I was handsome just now?"

"No." Ian brushed past Haili and walked out.

The Camporam family's lawyer finally came, but unfortunately it was too late.

"Ian! Ian!" Haley followed behind Ian relentlessly.

"After that outrageous psychic session at Camporam's house, were you sober, or did you really have a fever?"

This is where Ian has been puzzled.Whether it was from what he knew about Hailey or when the Camporams pushed Hailey off the window sill at the end, Ian always believed that this guy was acting.He has been observing carefully, using all the details to play tricks and make the Camporams mess up.But Ian was also sure that he did have a fever that night.

"I actually have a mild allergy to mushrooms," Haley said with a smirk.

Ian paused, and finally understood.At the dinner that day, the cream of mushroom soup was very rich, and this guy seemed to have drunk a lot.

"Is that all you want to see God?"

"It's just a mild allergy. There won't be anything as exaggerated as suffocation."

Haili bent down and deliberately looked at Ian from the bottom up, as if to see Ian's expression clearly.

"Uncle Ian, are you worried about me?"

"No." Ian pushed Haili's face away and walked forward quickly.

They walked outside the gate of the police station, and the sun shone lazily on their bodies.

Ian took a deep breath, the air was filled with the faint smell of coffee, mellow and refreshing.

"Haley."

"Huh? Ian, do you want coffee? I'll buy you coffee!" Hailey was a little childishly elated.

"Let me ask you, is your empathy for the victim or the murderer?" Ian turned around and looked at Hailey.

His cold facial features softened a lot under the sunlight, and his voice blended into the busy traffic around him.

"Ian... what's wrong with you? Do you think I can reproduce the case from the victim's point of view faster than from the murderer's point of view?"

Haley's eyes were clouded with a mist of sadness.

"You know that's not what I mean." Ian looked at the other party coldly, and mercilessly lifted all the masks, chasing the most original truth, "I just think you are interrogating Mr. Camporam It seemed that he knew his thoughts well when he was there?"

"...Ian, those are reports from the profiler." Haili spread his hands.

"Didn't you say that their profiles are not worthy of being accepted?"

"But you still have the ability to analyze specific objects like Camporam? Ian, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I'm too tired this time. Let's go, I'll buy you coffee."

While talking, Ian walked to the other side of the road. He turned and smiled at Haili and waved.

Haili was stunned for a moment, and followed him involuntarily.

"Ian, did I hear you right, did you just say you wanted to buy me coffee?"

"Three yuan and five cups of instant coffee."

"That's okay, as long as it's your request!"

Although instant coffee is simply a taste murder for Haili, who has enjoyed a luxurious life for many years, he is rare and quiet, without any complaints, sitting opposite Ian and sipping sips.

"Why didn't you talk?" Ian thought he could at least hear him complaining, like a motorcade waiting for a red light, beeping.

"Because as soon as I talk, you will get bored." Haili raised his eyes, his eyes were like the sound of horses' hooves from far to near, smashing everything in the past, and clinging to Ian's vision.

Ian paused, "Then you don't talk much from now on."

"But everything I said was useful." Hailey stroked the edge of the paper cup with his fingers, and lowered his eyes, "Ian, do you have anything you want to ask me?"

"Why do you suddenly say that?"

"It's nothing... I thought you were going to ask me what I like to drink coffee."

"I'm not interested in knowing."

Hailey lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose helplessly, "Ian, you look fearless, but you are actually very afraid of the unknown."

"fear?"

Ian raised his eyebrows.He has been on the battlefield for eight years, and he has never thought of retreating for a second.Even when he lost all contact and support from his teammates.

"People are afraid of death because they are afraid of the unknown. But death is an established result for you, so you are not afraid of it. But you are afraid of me."

"What am I afraid of you?"

Hailey walked up to Ian, turning his face to lean towards him.The process of approaching was slow, and his eyebrows and eyes were like exquisite flowers fed by darkness.

Ian thought he could hold everything steady, but in the end he took half a step back.

Hailey smiled, "Why back off? Even if I kiss you, what's the big deal? Is my kiss more terrifying than a bullet piercing your chest? Or is my temperature more lethal than a mortar? ?”

"I'm not interested in you."

"You are worried that once my lips touch you, your heart will beat like a wild horse."

Hailey's breath followed Ian's lips, persistently wanting to enter that warm place.

"You are afraid that once the tip of my tongue slips into your lips, you won't know how to push me out again."

Haili took another half step forward, and Ian's fingertips trembled slightly, but Haili raised his hand to stabilize the coffee in his hand.

"If I ever gently suck the tip of your tongue, you fear that you will completely lose the power to control yourself."

Hailey was less than a centimeter away from the tip of his nose.So close, so close that Ian's shoulders stiffened inexplicably.

"You're so narcissistic, Haley." Ian turned around and threw the unfinished coffee into the trash can.

"Out of control is the most terrifying 'unknown' for you."

"Is this your psychological profile of me?"

"This is my confession to you."

Ian's hands were in his pockets, and only he knew that his palms were dripping with sweat.

"Your suspicion of me is actually your way of protecting me."

Hailey's voice sounded behind him.