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"Haley Russell is now an agent in the New York branch of the FBI, specializing in vicious serial murders."

Ian showed a dumbfounded expression, "Are you kidding me! He is responsible for the vicious serial murder?"

"It's not surprising. Many serial murder victims become hunters for their killers because of their immersive experience and their high sensitivity to crime patterns and criminal psychology. Hayley Russell is definitely one of them. By."

Ian's expression changed from the laziness just now to cold and sharp. He grabbed Maddy Ron's collar and looked at his eyes like the cold muzzle of a gun, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

"Listen, if Hayley Russell becomes a hunter, it's only because he enjoys the thrill of hunting, and has nothing to do with the FBI's duties and justice. One day, when he thinks all this is boring When the time comes, you will break away from all social and moral shackles and give you a fatal blow!"

Maddy Ron looked at Ian indifferently, and replied calmly: "Many people think he is an angel, such as the media, families of victims, and even some serial killers, because he can communicate with them and let They felt they had found a soul mate. His cracking rate was unmatched in all of New York, but in the year he joined the bureau, he had six partners. Each partner told me that he was either crazy or Don't want to work with anyone. But no one said, he's the devil."

"You need to pass a series of psychological tests to get into the FBI, don't you? Don't tell me that your psychological assessor thinks there is nothing wrong with him!"

"Yes. The results of his psychological evaluation showed that he is calm, self-controlled, logical, and has a clear moral bottom line and concept of right and wrong. We can't find his shortcomings."

"That's because he knows how to look normal!"

"Maybe he is a normal person! Although we can't find his shortcomings, it doesn't mean that he is perfect. His test results also show that he also has anxiety and confusion, and slight anxiety, but it is within the normal range."

"Is this the so-called shortcoming? I can tell you with certainty that it is because he doesn't want to look perfect, because perfection is also a disease!"

"So I came to you and asked for your help. Ian, if someone really needs to watch him, no one can do it except you."

Maddy Ron looked at Ian hard.

"I have a hunch that Hayley Russell has been standing on the border between heaven and hell. He's waiting for you."

"What are you waiting for me?" Ian snorted.

"You pull him, or push him down." Maddy Ron's eyes turned cold.

It's like a cold pond, freezing the moonlight.

"I don't want to see him again. Why do you think I stayed in a foreign country and refused to go home these eight years!"

"If you doubt him, ask him to his face. If you think he's a monster, then prove it. Ian, you're not afraid to die, but you're afraid to face Hayley Russell? You think you can avoid it forever him?"

Ian was silent.

"You are a man. Instead of retreating, it is better to face it. You saved him, so he is your responsibility." Maddy Ron put a business card on Ian's desk, "If you think clearly, next At ten o'clock in the morning on Monday, the [-]th of March, I will be waiting for you at the New York branch. Besides, you need a decent job when you leave the battlefield, don't you?"

Maddy Ron left.

Ian picked up the business card and smiled helplessly.

What a high-profile recruitment.

"Can't you give me a few days to relax!"

There was no more sound of mortars, no more flying shrapnel, Ian sat blankly at the table, convinced that he had finally returned to a normal life.

He went out, went shopping in the supermarket, and bought a lot of necessities, plus new sheets and quilts.He watched a romantic literary film by himself, and then fell asleep on the seat.When he woke up and found that the movie theater was empty, he went to a western restaurant and ordered a prime steak.

Ordinary life is like that.

Laid back, numb and boring.

When he returned to the door of his apartment, he found that there was a bouquet of flowers on the ground.

Wrapped in newspapers, the white roses without thorns are ready to bud, and the slightly curled petals are dotted with crystal dew.

They were too bright white for him to ignore.

Take off the card on the bouquet, the handwriting is exactly the same as that on the letter: welcome back.

"So wherever I go, you're always with me, right?"

Ian casually threw the bunch of flowers in the sink.

The following month can be said to be Black July.

Ian's old washing machine stopped working, it was an eight year old model after all.

He threw the dirty clothes into the laundry bag and went to the self-service laundry room on the corner.As soon as I stepped in, I heard a young girl screaming in horror.A dead body was apparently spinning in a front-loading washing machine.Ian covered his eyes and took a step back. He wanted to leave, but he still couldn't escape the fate of being invited by the police to assist in the investigation.

After tossing and tossing for a few days, Ian didn't have a chance to find a newspaper to read the recruitment information.Finally, Ian's life finally returned to calm. He came to the small restaurant opposite his apartment and ordered a classic veal steak.

When he put the fresh and tender beef into his mouth, he felt that life is still beautiful.

But such beauty did not last long.An old man stood up suddenly and looked at Ian in pain, his mouth seemed to say "help me".

Ian had an ominous premonition, the old man fell forward, and he subconsciously supported him.The ambulance came, but the old man still couldn't survive.After police investigation, it was another damn murder.Ian is once again the subject of police questioning.

When his suspicion was ruled out and he thought that life could finally return to normal, a full-time wife who lived on the top floor of the apartment jumped off the building.After investigation by the police, it was found that this was not a simple suicide... As a witness, Ian returned to the police station again after surviving.

Even the police officer handling the case was incredulous.

"Hey, brother! Is there a murder wherever you are?"

Ian felt very helpless about this.

"Go to church this weekend! Trust me!" the officer suggested, very seriously.

That night, Ian lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with wide-eyed eyes, and sighed heavily.

He received a text message in his mobile phone, and those few lines hit his brain nerves like a heavy hammer: How long are you going to run away from me?

Ian's eyes were like ice edges, reflecting a cold light in the dark night.

That's a message from Hayley Ansel.

He was looking at him, looking at him all the time.From the darkness, from the most dreadful abyss.

But after eight years of not seeing each other, did this damn brat become arrogant?

...not arrogant, this guy has always been confident.He can easily perfuse others, let go of their defenses, and then get what he wants.

"Escape..." Ian raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Yes, he is indeed running from Hayley Russell.

He is not afraid of bullets, he sometimes even forgets the fear of death.But he couldn't forget Hayley Russell all the time.

But eight years is long enough.

How many eight years can a person have in his life?

He knew that Hayley Russell was the real disaster in his life.

That being the case, why not give it a try, is he doomed, or can he survive the catastrophe?

"Anyway, the so-called devil is everywhere."

Even without Haili, the shadow of death hovering around him never left.

Turning over, Ian fell asleep, and slept peacefully this time.

The next morning, he came to the bathroom, shaved off his stubble in front of the mirror, and then went to a nearby barber shop to cut his half-length hair back to the size.He rummaged in the closet for a long time before finding an old-fashioned black suit, the sleeves were a little tighter, because his arms were much thicker than they were eight years ago.

He adjusted his tie and walked out of the apartment.

"Ian, Ian! It's just an interview, no big deal!" He patted his face in the mirror.

Three months later, he was an agent with the New York branch of the FBI.

When he entered Muddy Rowan's office, the guy sat at his desk and smiled at him smugly.

"I knew you'd come. It might not be the best paying job, but it won't bore you. This is your first case, do your research. Hope you and your partner can make it work out." case."

Maddy Ron unceremoniously threw a folder in front of Ian.

"That's it? No greetings?"

"When you first returned to China, I was the first person to greet you."

"There is no welcome party for newcomers?"

"We're an efficient department."

"Where is my partner?"

"Today is the last day of his vacation. You can go to Russell's villa to meet him." Maddy Ron leaned forward leaning on the table, with a gloating smile in his eyes, "I believe that your tacit understanding is infinite." Humans can."

Ian took a breath, he should have expected that Maddy Ron is not a good guy, and this is not a good job.

The only consolation was that at least Maddy had arranged for him an office.He sat at his desk and studied the file carefully.