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Lancer sat in the corner stupidly, raised his head, and looked at Maslow with his eyes wide open.

Maslow was about to grab him, and Lancer threw everything he could throw at Maslow.

When Maslow raised his hand to resist, Lancer rushed out.

He saw Ian walking into the apartment, and ran in his direction desperately.At that moment, Ian seemed to see the stars in the dark night squandering their quality recklessly during fission.

Before Ian had time to grab him, Maslow suddenly pulled Lancer back. He grabbed the shards of glass and pressed them against Lancer's neck.

Maslow turned around and faced Ian and Haley.

"Oh... Isn't this Agent Connor? And Mr. Russell who hasn't come to my place for tea."

Hailey tilted his neck and smiled, "Who asked you to keep me so busy?"

The gun in his hand was pointed at Maslow, unmoved.

"It's you who have been interfering with me finding him!" Maslow exerted a little force, and a bloodstain was drawn on Lancer's neck.

Ian didn't speak, he just held the gun.

Lancer was trembling slightly, trying to lift Maslow's wrist, Maslow directly released the other hand to clasp Lancer's neck, Lancer was pinched by him and could hardly breathe.

"Oh, then I'm sorry we bothered you. But as far as the current situation is concerned, it seems that you can't get out of it at all!" Hailey said with a smile.

Maslow blocked Lancer in front of him, "Lancer, don't be afraid, let's get out of here together!"

Lancer shook his head slightly.

He looked at Ian with tears in his eyes.He raised his hand and made a sign language: My painting is finished.That's for you.

Ian nodded, "Trust me, Lancer."

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way immediately!" Maslow held Lancer tightly, and the communication between Ian and Lancer angered him.

"Get out of the way? Where are you going? The New York police know who you are, even if you take Lancer to the ends of the earth, the arrest warrant will go to the ends of the earth. And the most important point, Maslow, you have no way to get along with Lancer." Communication with Sir. If you are really closely connected, you don't need to force him to go with you in this way."

Haley's voice was full of sarcasm.

"You nonsense! You're just jealous!"

The moment Maslow leaned towards Haley, Ian suddenly pulled the trigger.

The bullet burst out, and the heat passed along Lancer's neck and penetrated Maslow's shoulder.

"Ah—" With Maslow's cry, the shards of glass in his hand fell down.

Ian pulled Lancer behind him.

Maslow clutched his shoulders and stepped back.

The shot was fired so fast and accurately that neither Maslow nor Lancer realized what happened.

Haley stepped forward and elbowed Maslow out of the way, twisting his arms behind his back and handcuffing him.

"If I were you, I would never want to stand in front of his gun. Because as long as there is an insignificant gap, he can't escape his bullet." Hailey lowered his head and looked at Maslow with pity.

When Maslow was picked up by Haley, he saw Lancer being held in Ian's arms.

"It's over, it's over Lancer. You're fine, don't be afraid!"

Maslow's expression instantly distorted, "Lancer! Lancer Peyton! You won't find another person in this world who will risk everything to find you like me! You will regret it! You will regret it! We We are connected! We are one!"

Hailey patted Maslow on the head and said with a smile: "Fool, no one is connected with anyone in this world. Even if you try your best to hold on to the other party, unless he also wants to hold on to you, Otherwise the 'connection' you crave will never exist."

The police car arrived at the apartment building, and Maslow was formally arrested.

Dr. Manning admits to masterminding the murders of Adam, Amanda and Wendell.

Griffin was the one who carried out the murder of Adam and Amanda in order to inflate the painting's value.

At that time, Amanda wanted to leave Griffin Gallery, which was likely to take away a lot of resources, and no matter how Griffin tried to keep it, Amanda was unmoved.

Adam accidentally saw a fake sold by Griffin when introducing business with a collector, and his revelation led to Griffin facing a lawsuit.

Griffin already hated these two people, and Dr. Manning's plan allowed him not only to raise the price of Van Charter's paintings, but also to kill these two thorns in a seamless manner.

The executor of Wendell's murder was Maslow.Dr. Manning told Maslow that the painting Wendell was about to reveal to the press was not by van Charter.Not only would this ruin Van Charter's reputation, it might also ruin Maslow's future.So Maslow joined Dr. Manning's plan to kill the art critic Wendell.

The people who kidnapped Lancer before were hired by Dr. Manning.Lancer turned down the job of continuing to paint for Van Chart because of his mother's death.No matter how much Dr. Manning bid, Lancer never agreed.But Van Chart needed Lancer for his last painting, so Dr. Manning sent someone to take Lancer away by force.All these plans failed because of the appearance of Ian, which eventually led to Van Chart's last work being a black and white painting.

There was an uproar in the art world because of this case.

Many people criticized Van Chart.

But a few art critics came forward.They said they had all received letters from Van Chart.

In his letters, he confessed to these art critics that although the last three paintings in his life were his ideas, the final authors were indeed Maslow and Lancer.Especially Lancer, because he dropped out of art college, Van Chart was very worried about his future.He believed that Lancer possessed rare gifts and artistic spirituality.The few Lancer works he bought through Amanda were given to these art critics by him.He hoped that they could feel Lancer's talent and agree with him.

Van Chart may have deceived the world to some extent.

But his achievements in art cannot be erased.

The case was settled amid a tumultuous discussion in the art world.

Ian sat in front of the computer and started sorting out the materials of this case, but Haili walked out of the office leisurely.

"Hey, report!" Ian pointed to the computer.

Haley leaned against Ian's door and smiled, "You can write the report this time. I'm going to meet Maslow. He asked to see me in prison."

Ian shook the back of his hand, signaling him to get out of here.

Before Haley left, he asked, "You're not really asking Maddy Rowan for a transfer, are you?"

"I have submitted the transfer report."

Ian thought that Haili would say something jokingly again, but he just said "I'm sorry" softly.

"Sorry for what?" Ian raised his eyes.

"Because no matter how hard I suppress myself, I still can't help but want to hug you and kiss you. This is a conditioned reflex to love someone. You are disappointed with such an answer, aren't you?" Hailey said with a smile .

"Go away." Ian lowered his head and continued to chew on words.

Ian wanted to say to him, "If you will take adrenaline with you in the future, I will consider continuing to watch you."But he didn't open his mouth in the end, because he knew what kind of answer Hailey would give him.

Who wants this guy to be bohemian and big-brained...

Ian stopped when Haley walked away.

He suddenly thought of something, walked out of the office, and drove to the prison where Maslow was held.

When Haley met Maslow, Maslow was already wearing an orange prison uniform and handcuffed.He resumed his previous intellectual and educated image, and sat indifferently opposite Haili.

"You asked to meet me, do you have anything to say?"

Haili smiled, like an elder who has seen vicissitudes and changes, and knows everything that has happened and will happen in the world.

"Did you know it was me?" Maslow asked.

Haley nodded.

"And about the paintings? You also discovered early on that those paintings were not by Mr. Chater?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you speak out? If you speak out, maybe I won't kill Mr. Charter, and I won't kill Griffin, and I won't even have the idea of ​​looking for Lancer Peyton!"

"No, you've always had it. It's rooted in your brain and obsession is part of your nature. If I told you, you'd hate Mr. Chater even more. You'd feel like the whole world knew the secret and you were the only one In the dark. Moreover, you murdered Mrs. Wendell, but we have no evidence against you, and unless you commit another crime and leave a loophole or are caught on the spot, we can only let you get away with it."

"But you do envy Lancer, don't you? I can tell, you're obsessed with your partner. But your partner cares about Lancer, and from the moment he entered that apartment, his attention was on Lancer." And I didn't give you a look or a response. So you wanted to kill Lancer with my hand, but you guessed wrong, I don't hate Lancer, I just want to take him away."

"Of course I know you don't hate Lancer. You just want to connect with him again and become a complete individual. You won't kill Lancer before you kill yourself." Hailey replied calmly.

His eyes were like deep blue tranquil lakes without a single wave.

"I get it, you want to connect with your partner just like me!"

Haley shook his head.

"I'm not like you. You put Lancer in your face because you know we're not going to shoot Lancer. But I'll never put Ian in my face, ever and never will. I'm not going to force him to do anything he doesn't want to do, and I will do it for him if he wants to. Lancer is also different from Ian. Because I know that when I am crazy like you even for a moment Ian will know the tendency of me. He will block me, hold me, stop me, he will not let me fall. Lancer makes you crazy, but Ian calms me. This is the difference between me and you. ...I have always been associated with him. I know his thoughts thoroughly, and he knows mine. And you, neither Mr. Charter nor Lancer, you have never really understood them."

Haili got up and straightened the corners of his clothes.

"Goodbye, Maslow. I heard that you can paint in prison."

"Then will you come to be my model? This is your promise to me."

"A true painter doesn't need any static models. What they want to paint is always in their mind."

Haley walked out.

But Ian was watching the surveillance video with his pocket in his pocket.

"Excuse me, Agent Connor, do you have anything else to say to Maslow?"

"no need."

Ian looked deeply at Haili's back in the monitor.

A little lonely, but it seems that he can bear the sky falling.

When Ian comes home, there are hot enchiladas on the table.

Lancer smiled and gestured to Ian: This is the best taco I've ever made.

Ian lowered his body and sniffed, with a faint smile on his serious face, he gave Lancer a thumbs up.

Lancer: I'm going to Italy.There was an art school of my dreams accepting me!

Ian froze, "Really?"

Lancer: It's true.

Ian understood immediately.The paintings that Mr. Charter gave to those art critics made them appreciate Lanser very much, and many collectors also hoped to buy other paintings of Lanser through art dealers.Just yesterday, an art dealer did not hesitate to pry open the door of Ian's apartment to take pictures of Lancer's "Sunset Glow".

"How much is the tuition?" Ian thought that Lancer should not lose this opportunity anyway.He is just a person, living expenses are not big, and he can support Lancer with the money he has saved over the years.

Lancer: Don't worry, Ian.Mr. Russell has become my patron.

"Is he so kind?" Ian thought about it and understood Haili's intentions.

This guy sponsors Lancer to study in Italy, so he can keep him out of his life.

Lancer: Mr. Russell is a nice guy.Most importantly, he cares about you.

Ian laughed, "He really cares about me."

Lancer: When you focus on your goal, you forget about the danger behind you.But Mr. Russell is there, and he's always on the lookout, and he won't do you any harm.

Ian froze.

He thought of his last mission, his chest pierced by a bullet, the pain of suffocation, and he thought he was going to die.But Hailey had already prepared everything, and the emergency operation saved his life.

"Maybe."

Lancer: Mr. Russell likes my "Sunset Glow" very much, but I didn't sell it to him.Because this is what I gave you.

"Thanks, I really like this painting. But if you give it to me, shouldn't I go to the insurance company to insure it?"

Lancer: Mr. Russell said he'd insure you.

"He even thought of this? How much does he want this painting?"

Lancer: He wants to.But I drew another painting and gave it to him in exchange.He loves it.

"You know how to make him happy now?"

Lancer: It's easy to make him happy.Don't lose the painting I gave you, it's the connection between me and you.

"I won't. It's important to me, too."

A week later, Lancer left New York for Florence, the capital of art.In the next two years, he became a shining star in the art world.He has always maintained a brilliant and harmonious color style, and many art critics have praised his paintings for making people in the cold reality see the beauty of dreams.

Ian gets a short break.He can lie on the bed and sleep to his heart's content, and when he wakes up, he can go to the shooting range to practice shooting.

Until one weekend, he got a call from Fern Keating.

Finn's voice was a little nervous.Although this guy has a high IQ, his EQ has never been good enough.

"That... Agent Connor, I want to treat you to dinner."

Hearing these words, Ian could imagine that this "little idiot" was holding his black-rimmed glasses.

"Dinner?" Ian paused.

He wondered why Finn invited himself to dinner.

"Is it just the two of us?" It wouldn't be surprising if Finn's team was still there.

We often deal with each other, and it is natural to have dinner together to enhance communication and tacit understanding.

"Yes, just the two of us."

Just him and Finn?Why?

But Ian couldn't think of a reason for the rejection for the time being, so he could only agree, "Oh, where?"

"No. 17, St. Severn Avenue, seven o'clock in the evening."

"okay."

What is NO.17 on St. Severn Avenue?Can't you tell me the name of the restaurant?

"Goodbye."

Before Ian could ask, Finn had already hung up the phone.

He tilted his head suspiciously, and checked online what restaurant No. 17 on St. Severn Street was.

It’s okay if you don’t look at it, but Ian feels uncomfortable when he looks at it.

It was a Michelin three-star hotel, and Ian had to dress up to attend.

He tilted his head and glanced at the suit jacket he threw on the ground. It was already crumpled and there was a footprint.

Exhaling a breath, Ian had to quickly iron it flat and hang it up.

When he came to the restaurant, Finn had been sitting there waiting for a long time.Not only that, as soon as Ian sat down, a waiter brought a beautiful bouquet of white roses to him.

"Sorry, did I make a mistake?"

He is a man, how could he receive flowers?

"There is no mistake, it was given to you by Mr. Keating."

Ian was confused, did Fern Keating really lose his head?Why did you send him flowers?And is it a white rose?

The waiter poured red wine for them, and the cell phone in Ian's pocket vibrated, it was a text message, the female detective Jessica on the same floor as him.

Jessica: Ian, I heard that idiot invited you to dinner?You must not promise him!

Ian glanced at Fein and replied to the text message: Why?

Jessica: He's crooked!

Ian:  …

When the waiter left, Fern Keating on the opposite side coughed slightly and said nervously, "Do you like the flowers I gave you?"

"Ah... I'm not interested in flowers."

This is the first time Ian has faced such a scene.

In the future, he will have to deal with Finn at work many times. How can he refuse the other party so as not to be so embarrassing.

Jessica's reminder came too late, he was already going out to sea by boat, how to get the boat back is a technical job!

The face of Finn blushed a little, and his fingers almost knocked down the glass in front of him.

His bewildered appearance made Ian feel worse and worse inside.

"Eh... Ian... I actually have something to tell you." Finn swallowed hard.

Ian felt very bad in his heart, this guy must not confess his love.

"I heard you're applying for a transfer? Are you leaving New York?"

Not only did he leave New York, but he also wanted to squeeze himself into the gaps in the earth, as long as Haley couldn't find him!

Of course, this is just a dream.There is always an insurmountable distance between dreams and reality.

"I do have such a plan, just so I can take this opportunity to say goodbye to you."

I'm leaving now, so please swallow what you want to say back into your stomach!

"Can you please not leave? Right here, in your current department?"

Finn looked at Ian, eyes full of expectation.

This reminded Ian of the cartoon "Tom and Jerry" he watched when he was a child. Finn was like a little mouse seeing a big piece of cheese.

"I'm afraid this won't work..." Ian thought to himself that he had to reject him immediately, the sooner the better.

"But...but...you can't go, what should I do if you go...I need you..."

What is "You Can't Go"?

The world will continue to turn after I leave, and you will still lead your team to assist the New York Police, the FBI or other departments to solve the case!

What is "I need you"?

what can I do for you?

Ian's head hurt.

Judging from this situation, Ian felt that he had to reject Finn very clearly.

"Fin, I'm glad you take me seriously. But I have to tell you, I'm straight."

Ian waited for the other party's reaction.

"Are you straight?" Finn frowned, and after thinking for a moment, his face suddenly turned pale, and the fingers holding the wine glass couldn't help shaking.

Ian secretly yelled that it was not good, maybe Finn Keating had a heart attack or something.

"Of course I know you're straight. Why do you think I invited you to dinner?" Finn's voice hinted at anger.

Ian seldom sees him angry, basically he is in a very mechanical coping mode with other people, except when Hailey calls him "little nerd".

Isn't it for confession?

"Of course it's to strengthen the relationship between colleagues!"

Ian felt that he had always been calm and collected.Even if shrapnel flew over his head and a bullet hit his shoulder, he could still lurk quietly, waiting for his opportunity.

But facing this "little idiot", Ian suddenly became at a loss.

"I bought you to dinner to convince you to stay and be Hayley Russell's sidekick! I can't stand that guy anymore! He calls me 'Derpy Derby Derf' every time! Where am I? I have an IQ of 168! I have three Ph.Ds! The team I'm on is New York... no, the best forensics team in the country! But people call me 'little nerd' before and after! Do you know what I lead Graduate students also call me 'little nerd' behind my back!"

Fern Keating uttered a long string of words in one breath.

From his tone and expression, Ian could tell that Fein had been patient with Haili for a long, long time.

"So... Does this have any direct connection with my stay?" Ian asked puzzled.

"Of course there is. If you ask me to do something or contact me for information, you will at least say 'please' and 'thank you'! It fully expresses your respect for me and my team! I don't understand anything but know The gossip grads hear it and will treat me with a little more respect! If you go and another idiot is Hayley Russell's partner, he'll call me 'little nerd' just like Hayley. Hayley will teach bad He! Listen, Agent Connor, as long as you're willing to stay, keep that bastard Hayley Larson under control, and my team and I will prioritize your crime scene, all DNA tests, gun comparisons, and other difficulties. We will complete the test as soon as possible. In a word, I don't want to say a word to that bastard again!"

Ian was completely stunned.

That's why Fern Keating invited him to dine at a Michelin three-star restaurant?This plot is going wrong...

"...I'm glad to agree with you on the point that Hayley Russell is an asshole." Ian raised his glass, wanting to quickly resolve the awkward atmosphere.

"Yes." Finn raised his glass and nodded vigorously.

Is this what a person with an IQ of 168 thinks?

Ian thought it would be even more unpredictable...

All just to stop talking to Hayley and hearing him call him "the nerd"!

In Ian's mind, Haley had a point in calling him "little nerd."

But Ian has to admit that the appetizers, main courses and desserts in Michelin restaurants are all delicious.

After dinner, Finn assured Ian seriously, "You won't be leaving, will you?"

"...I have sent the application to Maddy Ron."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you agree, my people can hack into Maddy Ron's system and delete your application."

Ian was stunned, "This... what?"

"That's it." Fein shook his hand, completely denying Ian the chance to express his opinion.

Ian laughed dumbfounded.

When he came to the door of his apartment, he found Hailey leaning against the wall, arms folded, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Hi Ian. Where have you been? I was looking forward to having dinner with you!"

Ian pulled Haili away, "You're blocking my way."

"Ian! You are so heartless!"

"I'm ruthless? Did you tell Jessica in the next office that Finn was crooked?" Ian glared at Hailey fiercely.

Haley shrugged. "This is office gossip."

"And who gave Finn the idea to prepare a large bouquet of white roses?" Ian really wanted to kick him to death.

Haley turned sideways and took the key from Ian's pocket.His movements were so fluid and quick that Ian didn't even know what to do.

"You don't like white roses? So what do you like? Tell me, I'll give it to you!"

Ian tried to stop Hailey, but Hailey had already squeezed through the door and lay down on Ian's sofa.

"Ian, I'm hungry!"

Ian ignored him, walked into his bedroom, locked the door, and took off his suit.