Cinephile hustle

"Sorry, I'm stuck in traffic. It may take a while. Or you can find a place to have dinner first, and I'll call you when I arrive."

"I don't just go out to eat. Get some lettuce, cucumber and lemon when you come. I want a salad."

After speaking, the phone hangs up.

Ian squeezed the space between his brows, thinking, it seems that Lancer and his friend don't have the same style.

It took nearly another four and ten minutes before Ian finally returned to the apartment.

When he walked to the door of Lancer's apartment with vegetables and fruits, he was slightly stunned.

In front of him was a young man who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, leaning against the wall.Long dark brown hair is slightly curled, casually tied behind the head.Even under the not-so-bright corridor lights, Ian could see that his facial features were deep and three-dimensional, and his figure was slender, especially his legs.Except for Haili, Ian hadn't seen a man with such beautiful proportions for a long time.

"You are Xavier Quentin?" Ian asked uncertainly.

The other party let out a chuckle and straightened up.Ian could finally see him clearly.

His skin was fair and smooth, and his eyelashes were like flapping butterfly wings.

The green eyes are somewhat uninhibited and pure, reminiscent of the quiet amber surrounded by mountains.Because it has been protected all the time, it has willful capital.

"Are you Ian Connor?"

Xavier raised the corners of his lips and narrowed his eyes towards Ian, as if to see Ian clearly.The strands of hair he randomly tied behind his head fell down, and a faint pleasant breath spread in the air. Ian suddenly reached out and pressed the opponent's shoulder, stopping the opponent from continuing to approach.

"I'm Ian Connor."

Xavier shook his head with a disappointed expression.

"Lancer worships you like a god. Every time he mentions you, his eyes are shining. He described you as omniscient and omnipotent. But now it seems that you are just an ordinary person. Ordinary in appearance... ...Well, a little bit better than ordinary people." Xavier stretched out his finger and gestured for "a little bit" in his mind, "Derious personality, not good at words, how did you make Lancer so obsessed with you? "

Ian took the key out of his pocket, opened the door of Lancer's apartment, and threw the key into Xavier's arms.

"Sorry I didn't arrive at the first time wearing a cape like Superman and bringing your vegetables and fruits. I wish you a pleasant stay. Also, this is the place where Lancer and his mother used to live, I hope you cherish everything here .”

After speaking, Ian turned and left.

Xavier snorted and closed the door with his luggage.

The shows of New York Fashion Week are broadcast everywhere on TV, commenting on the design characteristics of various masters and cutting-edge fashion designers, and predicting the future fashion trend.

But Ian was not interested in these, he made himself a simple sandwich, opened the phone, and there was a text message inside.

Open it and see a string of numbers.

Ian touched his nose and smiled slightly.Here's a code, hopefully not too complicated.Ian would communicate with him in such a way that required brains, except for little Evan, Ian couldn't think of anyone else.

Ian found a piece of paper, copied the numbers, scribbled back and forth, and finally found the other party's key two hours later.

What Evan said to him was actually very simple: Dad, I miss you.

Ian replied in the same way: I was thinking of you too, boy.

Soon, Ian received another text message from the other party: Do you really miss me, Uncle Ian?

Ian was stunned for two seconds, and almost crushed the phone.

After walking a few steps in the living room with arms folded, he replied straightforwardly: Go to hell.

Ian really never thought that Hailey would be so bored, pretending to be Evan and texting him.And he fell into his trap.

At this time, Haili, who was watching the fashion show, looked at the text messages on his mobile phone and smiled.

"What are you looking at?" The handsome man sitting next to him turned his face, showing a dissatisfied expression, "This is a fashion show designed by me, but you are distracted by reading text messages?"

Models continued to walk by their side, spotlights flickered frequently, and praises were heard endlessly.

Hailey still looked down at the few text messages from Ian.

"Hey, wait, why does this seem to be my phone?"

The young fashion designer Xi Ya touched her suit pocket to make sure that the phone was really gone.

"Come on, I'm just borrowing it." Haley said indifferently.

"Borrow it, you bastard must be doing something illegal with my phone!"

Because of the sound of the music on the runway, Xi Ya had to lean into Haili's ear to talk, and this scene was also captured by the reporters who were afraid of stopping.

When the fashion show came to an end, Ian also lay on the bed ready to sleep.

But before his eyes were closed, the phone rang.

"Hey! Mr. Connor, why is there no hot water in the bathroom!"

"I'm coming now."

Ian walked out of the room in his pajamas and came to Lancer's apartment.

In the bathroom, Xavier leaned against the sink with his arms folded in a bathrobe.The opening of the bathrobe was wide, and Ian could clearly see his neck and collarbone.

There was a vague smile on Xavier's lips.

Ian was familiar with this kind of smile. He calmly looked away and looked at the faucet of the shower. "You forgot to pull out the hot water cock."

"What? There are complicated things like hot water plugs?" Xavier raised his eyebrows.

Ian didn't speak and walked out.

"Hey! Hey! Ian Connor! You haven't turned on the hot water for me yet!"

"Do you need me to take a bath for you?" Ian asked coolly.

"I can't believe Lancer spoke so well of you!"

"Because I don't have a penchant for everyone."

After speaking, Ian returned to his apartment.

The next day at work, Ian had just sat down in the office when Jessica took a newspaper and pressed it on Ian's desk.

"Ian! Ian! Look!"

Ian glanced at the newspaper, silently picked up the two-dollar cheap coffee, and took a sip, "I'm done reading, you can move it away. It prevents me from using the mouse."

"Ian, have you seen it clearly? Hailey is actually rubbing shoulders with this Shia Pace!"

"so what?"

"So shouldn't you be worried that Hailey is fooling around with others?" Jessica's expression was heartbroken.

"I thought I should order a large bouquet of white roses to send my wishes."

Jessica couldn't help being extremely disappointed to see Ian's lack of response.Just when she turned around with the newspaper in hand, she saw Hailey leaning against the door with a smile.

Shouting that it was over, Jessica lowered her head and walked out with the newspaper.

After Jessica obediently returned to her office and closed the door, Haili came to Ian's desk unhurriedly, and sat on the corner of the desk as usual.

"Are you still angry, Uncle Ian?" He leaned forward, leaning his forehead against Ian.

"Will I still be angry when I know that my anger will make you happy?"

"Sia Pace was my childhood friend and we used to play games together."

"I didn't expect you to have friends."

Hailey's fingers reached Ian's chin at some point, and lifted him up.

"Although he never said it clearly, he felt my stepfather's intentions for me. So whenever he saw me and my stepfather together, he would find various excuses to stay by my side or take me away."

"Then you should be grateful to him."

"I do appreciate him. He makes me feel like I've always managed to wrap myself in the 'normal' skin."

Hailey's smile made Ian feel dazed for a moment.

If you are not careful, you will forget where you are in Haili's eyes.

When Ian tried to turn his head away, Hailey's fingers slowly moved down the line of his jaw, slid across his Adam's apple, and his fingertips hooked his collar.

The blood seemed to be flowing along Haili's fingers, jumping up and down without any hesitation.

At that moment, Ian raised his hand to press the back of Haili's hand, and moved his hand away.

"If you're really that free, please finish all the previous paperwork."

"Dear Ian, I know you don't like writing reports. But practice makes perfect with reports." Haley tapped Ian's nose with his finger, jumped off the table and left.

Ian found himself too lazy to avoid him.

Or, have gotten used to him.

Fashion week makes New York full of fashion, but also restless and restless.Ian knew that the days of leisure would not last long.

After get off work, Ian went to the supermarket, bought some eggs and milk, and walked out.

The cell phone rang, it was Maddy Ron's call.

"Hey, dear Agent Connor, what are you doing?"

"Listen to your nonsense."

"...Then I won't talk nonsense. Originally, if this case was handed over to Jessica, she might be very interested, but I couldn't get through to her phone number."

"She seems to be going to a fashion show."

"So... can you go and see?"

"I haven't had dinner yet."

"...You can go after eating."

"You can notify Agent Russell first."

"As long as you go, he will go."

In less than 30 seconds, an address was sent to Ian.

Ian sighed slightly, he knew Maddy Ron's urine.It is estimated that he never thought of handing over this case to Jessica.Ian ate a cheap steak in the small restaurant on the corner of the street, and put the things he bought from the supermarket back into the apartment's refrigerator, before rushing to the address in the text message.

It was a mansion.

Ian didn't see Cliff sitting in a black car parked outside the mansion, so Hailey hasn't come yet.

A yellow cordon has been put up outside the mansion, and several police cars are parked outside.Ian flashed his badge and walked in.

When he first walked in, Ian had no idea what kind of crime scene this was.

The first thing he saw was the heart made of red roses on the coffee table in the living room. On the dining table was a set plate and a goblet. It was obvious that there were two people.And the red wine is lying quietly on the wine rack, quietly waiting for someone to open it.

Then there are white scented candles placed in the corridor from the living room to the bedroom.Although the candle had burned out, there was still a faint fragrance in the air.

The police officer in charge of maintaining the scene sighed when he saw Ian: "This is the most romantic murder scene I have ever seen."

So far, Ian doesn't see anything wrong.

Carefully arranged and orderly, without any trace of fighting.

Ian took the rubber gloves from the other party and gently pushed open the bedroom door.

The white quilt was covered with rose petals, so red that it was dazzling.

A man's eyes were wide open, his legs were open and his hands were lying in the center of the bed. His body was covered by flower petals. The rust-like smell in the air was mixed with the scent of roses, which made people feel very strange.

This scene reminded Ian of a certain movie.

But the name, he couldn't remember even after knocking his head.

Ian looked down, and he saw bloodstains faintly seeping from the edge of the bed sheet.

If he guessed correctly, the body of the victim buried under the rose petals would be horrible.

In other words, the murderer should kill the victim first, and then throw the rose petals on it.

"Who's this guy?" Ian asked.

"Smith, a famous fashion designer. There is no sign of forced entry here. The murderer should have been invited by the victim," the police officer explained.

Ian looked around the room, there was almost no sign of struggle.

It was as if the victim, Smith, had carefully prepared a romantic candlelight dinner to hunt his own prey with romance.

But unfortunately it was hunted.

The bedroom is connected to the cloakroom.Ian pushed open the door of the cloakroom, and there were rows and rows of luxurious men's clothing neatly placed inside.

"Why does the NYPD want to hand over this case to the FBI?" Ian asked the police officer who followed him.

"Because... a top male model died in his own home at the London Fashion Week half a month ago."

Ian frowned, "How do you determine that these two cases are related?"

"Because the masculine characteristics of the victim have been removed." A lazy voice sounded from behind Ian. Even without turning his head, Ian knew who the victim was.

"So the London case also has scented candles, rose petals, and wine?"

Haley nodded, "Ian, do you like these?"

"I didn't like it before, and I don't like it even more now."

Forensics officers are taking pictures of the crime scene from all angles.

Dr. Bourne also came with a suitcase.

When he stood in front of the bed, he shook his head helplessly, "It's really troublesome, there are so many rose petals."

"I thought you would say that the murderer is very romantic." Haley stepped forward, putting one hand on Dr. Byrne's shoulder.

After the photo was taken, the forensic personnel collected the rose petals from the corpse, and everyone present could finally see the original appearance of the corpse clearly.

"Hmm..." A young police officer at the scene covered his mouth and bent down.

"If you want to vomit, go outside. Don't contaminate the scene."

The lower half of the body was horrible.

Several witnesses couldn't help frowning.

"This is the real blood romance." Dr. Byrne walked forward.

"Can you preliminarily determine the cause of death?"

"Maybe it was painful, maybe it was scared to death. But judging from the amount of bleeding, it should be that the femoral artery was cut and he lost too much blood. The specific cause of death needs further examination." Dr. Bourne seemed very interested in this body. Corpses are of interest.

Of course, it was the most bloody corpse he had taken over recently.

Ian turned around to find that Hayley was gone.

He left the bedroom and saw this guy sitting leisurely at the dining table, with a faint smile on his lips, staring at the bottle of red wine in a daze.

"Do you have any feelings for the victim?"

"How could I have feelings for the victim? The only person in this world who can make my little brother stand up is you."

Several police officers looked over.

Ian looked normal and sat down beside Haili.

"It's weird."

"What's so strange?" Hailey asked, propping his chin.

"If the victim Smith prepared the dinner and the romance was for someone...why was the dinner plate and wine but no food? As if Smith already knew that he and his guests wouldn't actually have dinner .”

Hailey smiled and didn't answer.

This is when Ian hates him the most.Obviously I already have some idea in my mind, but I never want to share it before the ending is revealed.

"Ian, observation is what you are best at. Besides this dinner with no food, did you find anything else?"

"Smith is a fashion figure. He's very conscious of how he looks and the image he presents. He's put so much thought into planning this dinner, it shows he's interested in who he's dating tonight."

"So?" Hailey's smile became more obvious.

"That's why I was standing next to Smith's body just now. Apart from the smell of blood, I didn't even smell a man's ancient dragon."

"Men's cologne?" Hailey leaned towards Ian, "Since when did you start paying attention to the smell of other people?"

Hailey's eyes were bright and penetrating.

"Or do you like the smell on me?"

Ian was stunned in his heart.

"You stayed close to my neck that day because you liked the smell of me, didn't you?"

At that moment, Ian had a feeling that the secret in his heart had been exposed.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

Haley's voice was soft.

Ian was about to get up, but Haili held his shoulder.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

His eyes were too close, so that Ian could see the beautiful lines of his eyes too clearly, as if something bloomed silently from the darkness, clung to his breath, and penetrated into every cell of his body .