Cinephile hustle

"You really don't want to kiss me?" Hailey pressed the bottle of red wine on the table with his other hand.

Ian understood what the guy was thinking.

If he got up, Haley would push the bottle of red wine down.

If he turned his head away, Hailey would still push the bottle of red wine down.

If he replied that he "doesn't want to", the bottle of red wine would still be a heroic sacrifice.

It was a very important piece of evidence in this room. If Haili really smashed it, it would most likely destroy the fingerprints on it and the traces left by other murderers.

"As long as you tell me the truth, it doesn't matter if it's not what I want to hear." Hailey said softly.

Two seconds later, Ian was curt with just one word.

"Yes."

A hint of surprise flickered in Hailey's eyes.

Ian calmly took the bottle of red wine from Haili's hand and put it back where it was.

Even when Ian got up, Hailey still sat where he was.

The scene was almost packed away by Fern Keating's men, and the body was handed over to Dr. Byrne.

Smith's personal assistant is already waiting at the police station for questioning.

On the way to drive, Haili opened Ian's co-pilot door, sat in, closed his eyes and looked very enjoying.

"You look happy," Ian said.

"Of course, my place is finally back."

Only then did Ian realize that Haley was referring to Evan.

"childish."

"Don't you just like my 'childishness'?" Haley deliberately approached Ian.

Ian raised his eyebrows, "Don't push yourself too far."

When the car passed a certain cafe, Haili suddenly patted the steering wheel to stop.

"Why stop here?"

"I have very important things to do. You wait for me a moment."

Haili put away his smile for a rare moment and got out of the car.Ian thought he was going to the cafe, but he walked towards the alley next to the cafe.

What is this guy trying to do?

Is there something in the alley?

Ian understands one thing, that is, there is no need to have too much inquiring mind about Haili.The more he wanted to find out what this guy was thinking, the more confused he would be.

Just over 20 minutes passed, and Hailey still didn't come back.

Ian dialed his mobile phone, and it actually showed that it was turned off!

"asshole."

Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, Ian still decided to get out of the car.After closing the car door and taking out the gun from his waist, Ian walked into the dark alley.

There seemed to be piles of trash cans on both sides of the alley, and it was very deep.This should be the gap between the two buildings.

What is Haili doing in such a ghostly place?

His skill is not bad, Ian really does not believe that he will encounter any danger.

The further you go in, the darker it becomes.

But Ian has a strong ability to adapt to the dark.

His sight gradually became clearer, and he could see clearly that the brick wall was sealed off before he could go any further.

"Oh shit!"

Ian cursed under his breath, where did that bastard go?

There must be some sort of door on either side of the alley wall!

When this bastard is caught, he must beat him up!

Ian calmed down and separated the sound of cars passing by on the street from the sound in the alley.He could faintly hear chatter coming from the other side of the wall, and the slight sound of coffee cups being put down.

But, he just couldn't hear anything about Hayley.

The mood gradually became tense, Ian's right hand tightened the gun in his hand, and his left hand gently patted the wall.

Sure enough, he photographed an iron door.

Taking a breath, Ian slowly opened the iron door.

At that moment, someone slammed down the gun in his right hand, only to hear a "click", and the safety catch of the gun was pulled back.

Ian quickly clasped the opponent's hand, and when he realized that the opponent's next move was to unload his magazine, Ian slammed the magazine back.

Everything was in the blink of an eye, and the next moment, Ian's gun was already on the opponent's forehead.

"Uncle Ian is really powerful. But the muzzle of the gun is so close to my head, be careful not to explode."

Ian was suddenly furious: "What the hell are you doing!"

"Fuck you."

"what?"

Suddenly, Ian's collar was grabbed by the other party, and he pressed it against the wall.

In such a narrow space, even his arms could not be fully straightened, Haili had already pressed on his body, pressed his head, and kissed him hard.

Ian couldn't push this guy away at all. When he wanted to push him out of the door, Haili closed the iron door and locked it before Ian.

Hailey's kiss was absolute.

No room for rejection, no room for breathing.

Ian raised his knees and tried to give him a hard blow to the abdomen, but there was not enough room, and as soon as his legs came up, Hailey held his knees.

"Shhhhhhhhhh calm down."

Haili's breath lingered in Ian's ears, and his palms covered Ian's waist, locking him tightly.

"If you were me, would you be able to calm down?" Ian didn't bother to struggle.

He understood that this was another well-designed trap by Haley.

"I can not."

Even in the dark, Ian could clearly see the smile on Haili's lips.

"What's the point of doing this? We're going to see Smith's assistant!"

"It means a lot for me to do this. Just now you admitted that you wanted to kiss me, didn't you?"

Ian's head was about to explode when he heard this sentence.

"Ian, you are an honest person who is not good at lying. Remember you said why you didn't want to face Evan's mother, because you were afraid she would ask you if Kobe was in pain when he was gone, and you couldn't look him in the eye say."

"so what?"

"You can't look into my eyes and lie. So you admit that you want to kiss me, not because you are worried that I will break the bottle of red wine."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Ian's mood calmed down.He knew he might not make it out of here unless Haley's wish was granted.

"Do what you just wanted to do. Here, you don't have to worry about me seeing your expression."

Ian's back froze.

"Or do you dare not?"

As soon as Haili finished speaking, Ian suddenly leaned forward and touched Haili's forehead lightly.

Before he could feel the temperature of Ian's lips, he stretched his arms and opened the iron door.

When he left this narrow space, the warm breath was still circulating in Haili's hair, and it had dissipated before he could catch it.

Haili followed Ian in the dark alley.

"Ian, you're foul! Touching the forehead or something is not a kiss at all. Are you treating me like a child?"

"How is your behavior different from that of a child?" Ian asked coolly, without turning his head.

"Of course, kids just want a little candy or your attention. I want to fuck you."

His voice is full of magic in the darkness where we can't see each other.

Ian had the illusion that this guy lifted his collar, touched his skin, and aggressively entered his body, constantly eroding and engulfing him.

Like thorns gushing out from the depths of the earth, he is a rock quietly lying in the soil.The thorns penetrated all the crevices of the rocks and covered them layer by layer.Just when he thought he was going to be stabbed by Hayley, the guy always put away all his barbs just right.

Ian's footsteps stopped, and his steady and cool voice echoed in the dark alley.

"Haley, maybe to you, being a fed agent is just a pastime or a hobby or a way to get close to me. But to me, it's a job I want to do well. Do you understand?"

There is no anger after being teased in the past, calm and firm.

"I know. I try to restrain myself during work hours."

Haili put his pockets in his pockets and lowered his head, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips.

"If you do this prank again, I will apply for a switch partner. I mean it."

"Are you serious? Are you serious about switching partners? Or are you serious about me? Or... both?"

Ian didn't answer Haley again, the light was close at hand.

"You want me to kiss you that much?"

"I think more than CUHK Lotto." Haili said seriously.

Is it better than CUHK Lotto?The last thing this guy needs is money.

"Okay, okay... I can go to hell for one of your kisses. Although I have been in hell all the time." Hailey put his pockets in his hands, bowed his head and shrugged.

The moment he raised his head, Ian was standing in front of him.

"Hey, Ian, you are approaching so quietly, be careful of my heart..."

Ian's fingers hooked Haili's chin, and something touched Haili's upper lip. It was not gentle, even a little stiff.

Haley tilted his head halfway, his eyes wide open.

Then came a burst of pain.

Ian bit his lip, and the taste of blood spread in his mouth.

But the pain couldn't make Haili ignore Ian's temperature, just when he was about to reach out to hug Ian, Ian pushed him away.

"Now, you can go to hell."

This time, Ian really left without looking back.

Hailey pursed his lips, the dull pain and tingling continued.

Ian had already turned on the insurance of the car, and Haili chased after him in two or three steps.

Before he even opened the door, Ian started the engine.Fortunately, he moved fast enough, otherwise Ian might leave him and walk away.

The car was always quiet, and Ian held the steering wheel calmly, as if nothing in the alley had ever happened.

After more than ten minutes, Haili raised his head and suddenly asked, "Ian...Actually, you're not good at kissing, are you?"

Ian didn't answer him.

"I can teach you."

"To shut up."

Hailey didn't speak any more, but there was an unconcealable smile on the corner of his lips.

They went to the home of Emma, ​​the victim's assistant, for a routine questioning of her.

At this time, Emma was still immersed in the emotion of disbelief.

"OMG...OMG...Smith is dead...and I've landed several fashion magazine interviews for him! He has a fashion show next Tuesday! What do I do? Cancel it? Then The salaries of many models and staff have to be paid! Is his work no longer exhibited? How should I deal with those sponsors?"

The woman was completely helpless, and no matter what question Ian asked her, she couldn't seem to concentrate on answering.

So Ian fell silent, and any comforting words at this time were no longer meaningful.

On the contrary, Haili changed his usual lazy attitude. He didn't adjust his sitting posture until Emma had finished talking about all the worries and fears.

He pressed Emma's shoulder, and his voice was extremely patient, "Emma, ​​now you look up and look into my eyes."

Emma was caught up in her emotions until Haley lifted her chin.

Taking a breath, when her eyes met Haili, an invisible force suddenly clung to her nerves, dragging her thoughts, as if to invade her brain.

"Smith is dead, that's a fact. You have to accept it, you can't change it, if you continue to dwell on the fact that he is dead, you are just wasting your own life and time, and such a waste is not the slightest use And return, do you understand?"

Haili's voice was like the undulating sea, inclusive of everything, with a certain strength.

Under Haili's gaze, Emma's panic sank, and she nodded, "I understand."

"Very good. Now, we need you to recall in detail who Smith had intersected with before he was killed. Is there anyone he is pursuing?"

Emma couldn't take her eyes off Haley's, and memories about Smith were surfacing uncontrollably.

"...Mr. Smith is a passionate person. There are many lovers around him, but there are almost no lovers who really need to be 'pursued'."

"So, it's all a relationship between you and me?"

"Yes……"

"Is Mr. Smith in a particular relationship?"

"No."

"Has Mr. Smith met anyone in particular lately?"

"It's all the models, makeup artists, fashion editors, etc. that I often see."

At this time, Ian said, "So about Mr. Smith's living habits. If there are visitors at home or before he plans to meet someone, will he use men's cologne?"

"of course!"

"Will Mr. Smith treat the person he is dating to dinner at home?"

"Never. Home is a very private place for Mr. Smith. If it is the object of communication, he will take them to a high-end restaurant with an elegant environment and status."

Ian looked at Haley, who made the victim Smith treat him so specially?

"Emma, ​​do you know that Mr. Smith's room is arranged like this?" Ian took out the photo and handed it to Emma.

Emma shook her head after looking at it twice.

"It's out of Mr. Smith's habits. Rose petals...and wine...is a vulgar romance to him."

"Then if it's Mr. Smith, how will he arrange the dating environment to win the favor of the other party?"

"If it's a normal date, he will book a table in a high-end restaurant, where there is a piano or violin playing. Of course, occasionally, he will break away from the cliché and invite the other party to go on vacation, such as Bali or the Maldives."

"So has Mr. Smith's preferences changed recently?" Haley stroked Emma's eyebrows with his fingers, and the strength of his fingertips seemed to penetrate deep into his mind through the skin. "Even the tiniest details are worth noting."

"...Mr. Smith actually has a soft spot for chocolate, but in order to control his weight, he has tried to eat as little chocolate as possible. But during this time, I often see chocolate boxes in his home."

"Do you think Mr. Smith bought it himself? Or was it given to him?"

Emma shook her head and said, "There are not many people who know what Mr. Smith likes, except me and himself. The taste and brand of those chocolates are Mr. Smith's favorite. So Mr. Smith should have bought them himself."

Ian recalled the scene, and indeed there was a hardcover chocolate box beside Smith's bed.

Afterwards, Haley got a list of Smith's past relationships from Emma.

Ian kept frowning as they left Emma's house.Going down the stairs, Ian missed his left foot, and when he almost fell, Hailey hugged him.

Hailey put his hands around Ian's waist and brought him back.

"Hey, Uncle Ian, be careful."

Ian lost his balance even more after being strangled by Hailey, and sat back.

Haili didn't have any intention of stabilizing, fell backwards, and sat on the building with Ian in his arms.

Ian tried to break Haili's hand away, and the guy's face was directly pressed up from behind, with his chin resting on Ian's neck, "Do you like chocolate?"

"I don't like it." Ian elbowed the guy behind him, but Hailey kissed the side of his neck arrogantly.

The feeling that the blood was about to rush out of the skin was trembling, Ian subconsciously shrugged his shoulders, and kept struggling hard to get out of Haili's embrace.

"Stop making trouble!"

Ian regrets ever admitting that he wanted to kiss this guy, he's taken it a step further!

"Ian, I once sent you chocolates." Haley said sullenly.

Ian had already planned to wrestle with this guy, but when he said this, he suddenly lost his strength.

He has.

Just seeing the sender's name, he threw them all out the window.

"You threw them away, didn't you?"

"I don't like chocolate."

"Liar. I saw you sitting on the sofa eating the chocolate beans left by Evan that day."

"Do you think now would be a good time to sit on Emma's stairs and discuss whether I like chocolate?"

"Of course. Assuming Ian, you also like chocolate, would you buy yourself a hardcover gift box?"

Ian always felt that something was wrong. The original reason was that the chocolate box beside Smith's bed was not in ordinary packaging, but in a gift box specially used as a gift.

"So someone gave him his chocolate?"

"Hmm. Griffin's chocolate truffles, high-grade rum sandwich, chocolate with macadamia nut crumbs, very exquisite workmanship. It costs more than 80 dollars a gram, and there is a whole box by Smith's bedside. Most people don't necessarily think of giving such a gift. chocolate for Smith.

Unless the other party knows that such a gift will definitely make Smith feel good. "

"Besides assistant Emma and Mr. Smith himself, there are others who discovered Smith's hobby..."

That said, Smith does have someone he is secretly dating.

The entire murder scene is also very smooth.After all, Smith's height is more than 1.9 meters. If anyone wants to be against him, it is impossible that there will be no traces of fighting at the scene.

Ian frowned, he just wanted to get the exact autopsy results from Dr. Bourne.

"Can I buy you dinner?" Haley asked softly.

He half-raised his head, making a naive and pious expression.

Ian knew the guy was faking it.He already knew how to soften his heart.

After removing Haili's hand, Ian stood up slowly, straightened his collar and said, "I don't want to."

Hailey still sat where he was, "Are you sure?"

"You have already taken advantage of me today, enough is enough."

Hailey sat where he was, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled helplessly.

"Well, Ian. At least today you are more honest than ever. In fact, you know that if I want to do something to you, you can't refuse at all."

"I can't decide?" Ian raised his eyebrows.

Hailey's palm covered Ian's calf and moved upwards slowly.

Even through the suit, Ian could clearly feel the temperature of the opponent's palm and even the strength of his fingers.

It seems that everything that hides itself is useless.

"Is not it?"

Hailey looked up, hair falling back from his ears, that was his most attractive angle.

Ian no longer entangled with him, turned and left.

Sitting in the car, he let out a breath.

Today he is really crazy.He didn't resist Haley's teasing at the scene of the crime and admit that he wanted to kiss him?He didn't punch Hailey in the face after setting such a childish trap?

At this time, Ian received a text message on his mobile phone from Haili: Don't forget to think about my kiss before going to bed.

When he saw that name, he really had the urge to delete it directly.

The autopsy report won't come out until tomorrow. If you want to visit those people on Emma's list, now is not the right time.Ian decides to go home, get a good night's sleep, and hopefully leave Haley behind.

On this day, he lay in bed very early.

Until the sound of something being smashed in the next room made him suddenly open his eyes.

He sat up and listened quietly to the movement on the other side of the wall.

Separated from the sound of vehicles coming from outside the window and the sound of neighbors upstairs watching TV, Ian could faintly hear whimpering.

He turned over, took out his gun from the bedside table, opened the door, and came to the door of the next door.

"Hey Xavier, I left the wrench on you yesterday when I was helping you fix the bathroom! Can you give it back to me?"

Ian didn't use the wrench at all yesterday, he just wanted to know if Xavier was in there.

No response.

But it was obvious that someone was in the room.

Ian took out the spare key, slowly unscrewed the door lock, and opened the door sideways.

No one hit him with a baseball bat or something, and Ian walked in carefully.

His footsteps are so light that his entry is barely perceptible.

There were two cups of coffee on the table in the living room, and there was some movement in the bedroom.

Ian raised his hand, pointed the muzzle firmly at the bedroom door, and walked over.Raising his leg, he kicked the open door with his toe, and what Ian saw was Xavier being pressed on the bed with something stuffed in his mouth, unable to speak, and a man who was already eager to try.

Xavier's long hair was scattered on the pillow. The moment he saw Ian, his eyes widened, and he kept screaming for help from his throat.

The man said unbearable words and unzipped the zipper under his body.

"Get off, or I'll smash your eggs." Ian's voice was not so loud, and there was a sense of deterrence in the low voice.

The man turned around and smiled disgustingly when he saw Ian.

"Hey bro, don't be so nervous! This guy likes it! Are you his previous owner?"

Ian looked at Xavier, his eyes were full of fear and helplessness.

"You like this? When did you have a master?"

Xavier shook his head vigorously.

"Then it looks like I'm going to smash your balls." Ian pulled the safety catch and faced the man's lower body.

The man stared at Ian fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you even know who I am?"

"Oh, who are you?"

"I am Pro Paine! My father is Congressman Mark Paine!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, my father is just an ordinary truck driver, not comparable to your father."

Ian stepped forward and was about to twist Pro's wrist behind him when the guy suddenly turned around and hit Ian's face with his elbow.Ian easily leaned back slightly, dodged it, and then leaned sideways and pressed his elbow hard on Pu Luo's face, which seemed to be retaliation.

Pu Luo had obviously learned fighting, and was unwilling to be subdued.He raised his leg abruptly and struck Ian's lower ribs.But he didn't expect that Ian just easily pressed his knee down with his left hand, and hit his waist with his side knee.

"Well--"

Pu Luo made a painful sound, and sat down slowly while clutching his waist.

And Ian picked up the belt that Pu Luo threw on the ground, and tied Pu Luo's hands behind his back.He took out what Xavier had in his mouth, and untied the rope that bound his wrist.

Xavier rushed out of the bed, completely ignoring his messy long hair and his messy body, and kicked Pu Luo fiercely.

"Go to hell! Go to hell, you bastard!"

Ian didn't stop Xavier at first, but when his anger became uncontrollable, Ian had to drag him back.

"Enough! That's it. The police come back and take him away."

"What? The police?" Xavier glared at Ian. "You're crazy! What did you call the police for? Do you want the whole world to know that this guy is doing something wrong to me?"

"You can sue him for burglary." Ian turned his face to look at the fragments of the vase on the ground.

"I tell you! No matter who you are, I have the ability to kill you!"

Pu Luo has been kicked until his nose is bruised and his face is swollen, but he still doesn't forget to say something.

Ian squatted down in front of him and smashed his head with the butt of his gun, "There is indeed one person in this world who has thousands of ways to kill me. It's a pity it's not you."

Xavier walked around the room with his arms folded and kept saying, "You should let this guy go...sorry...sorry I shouldn't have involved you...I don't mean anything other than Even if the police come, they can't do anything to him..."

Pro showed a proud look, and said coldly: "Xavier, I will make your face appear on the front page of every newspaper! I will make you unable to get along in this circle! I will make you regret it Everything that was done to me today!"

Xavier took half a step back.

Ian said coldly: "Oh? I'll wait and see."

A few minutes later, the police came and took Puro away.

Ian and Xavier also went to the police station as important witnesses.

But after Pro's lawyer came, Ian was detained by the police instead.

Before walking into the interrogation room, Prow gave Ian a smug smile and mouthed "You're fucked".

The father of the representative of Pu Luo hugged his son, and the chief of the police station came out to greet him in person.

Ian sat down in the interrogation room. The police officer opposite him was already very familiar with him, and his face was full of distressed expressions.

"Ian...why did you beat up Pro Paine? He said he was in a relationship with Xavier, you were an illegal intruder, and you committed violence against him..."

"He's pretty good at turning right and wrong into black and white," Ian said dismissively.

Outside the interrogation room, Congressman Mark Paine was speaking excitedly to the chief of police, saying that he would sue Ian severely so that he would not be able to gain a foothold in New York.

"And Xavier? What did he say?"

"He... until just now, he insisted that he was revenged and violated by him after he rejected Pro, and you saved him. It's just that what he said now, whether he can persist in court is unknown."

"Thank you." Ian nodded slightly.

When he was in the room, Xavier was still worried about offending Pro, but he still told the truth when facing the police.Regardless of whether he would change his confession because of the threat from Pro, as long as he didn't cowardly distort the facts at this moment, Ian felt that it was enough.

Just as the chief of police was trying his best to appease the emotion of the Congressman Mark Paine, someone came leisurely behind him with pockets in their hands.

"Mr. Congressman, I heard that someone is dissatisfied with my dear Ian and plans to sue him?"