Cinephile hustle

In the second half of the sentence, Haley's articulation was heavy, as if he would not stop until Ian was overwhelmed.

Ian ignored him, and Gu Zi walked into the New York Police Station and came to the observation room.

On the other side of the glass are the wife of the deceased Ned and Jessica.

Mrs. Ned was sad, but not so much for her husband as for her marriage.

"Mrs. Ned, we know it's inappropriate to ask you to speak now. But Mr. Ned is dead, and it was a murder, so..." Jessica tried to comfort Mrs. Ned.

Mrs. Ned just twitched her lips, "If you want to ask anything, just ask."

Hailey said to Jessica through a Bluetooth headset: "Don't express your meaning so tactfully. This woman is not in pain, she doesn't need sympathy. You can get straight to the point."

Jessica put away her sympathy, and asked in a formulaic tone: "Mrs. Ned, we want to know if Mr. Ned is pursuing someone recently?"

"He's been courting a lot. It's never included me. If you want a list, just look at the current international supermodels. Italian, Dutch, French, Russian, you name it. " Mrs. Ned's voice was full of sarcasm, "My marriage with him has long been in name only. The only thing he did well was to give me more money than I could spend."

"What about this doll, too? Was it Mr. Ned's order too? Do you know any of his associates who are interested in such a doll?"

Mrs. Ned twitched her lips after glancing at the photograph.

"Actually, he has always liked this kind of doll, and spent a lot of money to customize it, but I don't like it, because dolls always feel spooky at home. A few months ago, he even complained to me that he was fancy I ordered a doll, but it has been ordered in advance. But just a few weeks ago, the same doll was sent to my home... He was surprised when he opened the package..."

"strangeness?"

"It's just... It's as if he didn't order the doll. But after a few days, he was in a good mood. He started using verbena essential oil at home, and even brought sunflowers home."

Ian in the observation room frowned, "Jessica, ask Mrs. Ned, did Mr. Ned buy things like sunflower and verbena essential oil?"

After Jessica received it, she asked Mrs. Ned the question.

"...I think it was given to him by one of his lovers. Would he buy flowers for himself?"

"It doesn't make sense at all..." Ian lowered his head.

The first case they took on, victim Smith, had roses, lavender scented candles, red wine dinners, and hardcover chocolates by his bedside in his home.In Ned's case, there are customized dolls, verbena essential oil, sunflower flowers and so on.

At first they suspected that these things were used by the victims to please their lovers, but now they found that this did not seem to be the case.

"Haley." Ian waited for Haley to say something, or to remind him of something as inscrutable as ever.

But Haley remained silent.

Ian turned his face to the side, only to realize that Hailey was maintaining the posture he saw him a few minutes ago, with his hands in his pockets, his head slightly lowered, and his eyes were looking in the direction of Mrs. Ned, but at this moment, his eyes were empty. , without the insight that Ian was familiar with.

"Haley?" Ian called his name again.

Hailey still had that expression.

Ian pressed the corners of his eyes and said helplessly, "Could you please remind me next time when you go to another world?"

Ian stepped forward and locked the door of the observation room, so as not to be seen by other policemen when he had to wake this guy up.

Jessica's questioning of Mrs. Ned is over, but Haley still hasn't "returned".

Ian simply sat down on the chair, closed his eyes and meditated.

After a few minutes, Hailey's breathing became heavy.

Ian sat up suddenly from his chair and came to Haili.

His expression was distorted by the pain, and his face began to turn red, as if trapped in the environment he created and could not escape.

"Haley?"

The moment Ian touched Haili's body, he clutched his abdomen hard and collapsed to one side.

Ian finally supported him and moved him to the chair.

There was a painful deep sound in his throat, and his palms pressed his lower body hard, his body bent forward, and his head was buried in Ian's arms.

He is really in pain.

Every inch of bone was shaking.

At this time, Ian's cell phone rang, and it was Dr. Byrne's call.

"Hello, Dr. Byrne. Is Ned's autopsy coming out so soon?"

"Aren't you in a hurry to determine the cause of his death? He and Smith died of the same weapon. According to the shape and depth of the wound, the murder weapon was not a knife, but something more like a thorn cone, about twelve in length. Smith was stabbed 22 times, and Ned was more serious, more than 30 times. His lower body was almost stabbed into a hornet's nest. And most of them were concentrated in his lower abdomen and around his dick! I guess, the two of them It must be so painful that I can't even yell before I die!"

Ian looked at Haili in his arms, his heart pounded inexplicably, "Thank you, but I want to ask you to come here. I need adrenal glands."

"..."

"Doctor Bourne?"

"Sorry, I'm busy."

"Are you thinking about the last time I shot you?"

"Adrenaline is for Hai to use, right? Has he started to fugue again?"

"Yes."

"So I can't go. Because if I go to you guys with adrenaline, Hailey will hate me."

Even across the phone, Ian could feel Dr. Bourne's gloating tone.

"why?"

"Because it's never the adrenals that make Hailey's heart pound."

Although Dr. Bourne wanted to say something more, Ian had already hung up on him.

Ian held Haley's face up and forced him to look at him.

"I don't want to beat you up because you're hurting enough now! And no one's giving you adrenaline. So wake me up fucking right away!"

Haili opened his mouth, and the infinite pain could not overflow.

What Ian said didn't enter his brain at all.

His eyes were wide open, more and more like Ned's dying expression.

Inexplicably, Ian felt severe pain like being pierced by something over and over again.His mind seemed to enter the world that Haley saw.

"Hailey! You're still alive! You weren't stabbed!" Ian covered the back of Hailey's hand, kept raising his head which he was trying to lower, forcing him to straighten up, "The pain here is fake! It's what you imagined Come out! Stop it, it's over! Did you hear that bastard! It's like this every time, how many fucking times do I have to say it to understand!"

Hailey's palm was still extremely forceful, and Ian became more and more worried that if he pressed himself with such force, something would happen.

So Ian could only use more strength to move Haili's hand away.

"I said a long time ago that if you have a mental illness, you should go to the doctor! Look at you, you are more unlucky than those victims! No, it's not you, it's me!"

Ian took a lot of effort, but still didn't move his palm away.

He held himself down persistently, afraid that if he let go, the pain would increase sharply and the blood would drain dry.

Ian believed that Mr. Ned must have been so persistent in wanting to survive before he died.But with more than 30 wounds, he will surely die.

Ian was almost exhausted by Hailey.

He took two steps back and sighed heavily.

"If you don't want to wake up, just keep suffering. Some pain is self-inflicted, and no one can drag you out unless you let go."

Ian opened the complimentary beer in the room, sat opposite Haili, and looked at him with his legs crossed.

The more he looked at Haili's expression, Ian felt as if something had grabbed his heart.

Hailey's pain seemed to be completely transferred to him, and his nerve endings were in an unparalleled pain.

He thought he could turn a blind eye to Hailey's "fugue" as he had done countless times before, but he found that he couldn't.

Every time Hailey hurt himself in that world, he would hurt him in reality.

At first, the pain was so slight that he couldn't see it.And time and time again, Haley wakes up from that world and returns to Ian's reality.

But just this time, he found that the pain that he could hardly feel had gathered into a tower, almost crushing him.

Ian looked at Haili who was still in pain, and suddenly wanted to find a way in this world to break such an inexplicable connection between them.

But he knew very clearly in his heart that he subconsciously wanted to experience Haili, to feel Haili.Maybe Haley wanted to catch him, but he was willing to be caught.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

It's Jessica.

Ian opened the door, and Jessica jumped when she saw Hailey curled up on the chair and held her down.She almost rushed to catch Haley.

"Ian! Come and help him!"

Jessica used to be Hailey's partner, and it wasn't the first time she saw Hailey like this.

"Oh, help him. How? I'll go find a thorn and poke him thirty times?" Ian said coolly, "Didn't you have nothing to do with him before? Didn't he wake up later?"

Jessica gritted her teeth and stared at Ian, "Yes, I can't wake him up, so he has been immersed in the world before the victim's death! For nearly three days, he had a high fever and even entered the emergency room .He finally came out on his own and gave us the most important clue. But I know what it cost! I choose not to be his partner anymore because I don't want to, but my partner is the most painful I can't help him now!"

Ian pressed his forehead, "Now it's my turn..."

"Ian, you must have some way to wake him up, right? Otherwise, he won't trust you so much! Rely on you! None of us know what the consequences will be if he continues like this. We must make him feel What, let him know that reality is here, not in his head!"

"Do you feel the reality..."

Ian lowered his eyes, remembering the joke Haley had made on him.

Or, the guy was serious at the time and just took it as a joke to himself.

"Jessica, can you go outside?"

Jessica put Haili down, glanced at Ian, and walked out neatly.

"Please be sure to bring him back."

"I try my best."

Ian came to Haili. This guy kept his head down. All Ian could see was his forehead, which was like white porcelain.His soft hair fell slightly, looking fragile and defenseless.

The guy is always smiling, especially annoyed him today in the car.

Fingers caught between his hair, Ian gently rubbed.

He leaned down and whispered into Hailey's ear, "If this is your goal, you can be proud. Because your goal has been achieved."

Ian brushed the hair on his forehead, carefully kissed the center of his brow, the warmth on his lips moved along the bridge of his nose, and slowly reached the tip of his nose.

He licked him lightly with the tip of his tongue, hoping that he could feel the warmth that belonged to him.

Finally, Ian kissed him on the lips, pried open his lips, and felt Hailey's tightly clenched teeth.

Except for Hailey, Ian hadn't taken the initiative to kiss anyone for a long time.

He has long forgotten how to please the other party, and he does not remember how to hint the other party to respond to him.

But he knows he cares.

Until Hailey's jaw slowly relaxed, Ian knew that all this had worked. He was about to leave the other party, but Hailey strangled him suddenly and kissed him frantically.

This sudden strength caused Ian to fall backwards.

Haili clasped Ian's back and kissed him vigorously.A certain kind of power surged into Ian's brain along the tip of Haili's tongue like the wind and waves.

Crazy to the point of being unable to dodge, Haili seemed to want to get proof from Ian that he was still alive.

Ian finally broke free from him, but Hailey's voice was trembling.

He whispered in his ear: "Just a little longer...by my side..."

It was fragile and helpless, as if it would be broken at any time.

Ian stopped struggling, and Hailey held him quietly.

Maybe 5 minutes, maybe 10 minutes, or more.Ian frowned, but he raised his hand in such silence, gently covered Haili's back, folded his arms, and wrapped him in his arms.

"Hey, what happened before Ned died?" Ian asked.

"...you are such a spoiler." Haley said sullenly.

"Otherwise? Let you hold me until the sun rises tomorrow?"

Haley let go of Ian slowly and sat back in the chair.

"Ian, every time I see something, you have already imagined it in your heart. Why can't you say it boldly?"

Ian stared at Hailey, observing his expression and complexion.

He returned to that relaxed look.

There are times when Ian is really skeptical, and each time Haley is faking it.But Ian knew that this guy wasn't pretending.

"Speak up, Ian. Don't you find it boring to ask me to imagine what happened to the victim every time?"

Ian didn't speak.

"Come on, let's go to the hotel room again."

Hayley got up and walked toward the door, looking in high spirits.

They spotted a worried Jessica in the hallway outside the door.

"My God! You woke up! I knew Ian had a way to wake you up! I knew it!"

"Yeah, dear Jessica!" Haley kissed Jessica on the cheek affectionately, "So do you want to know how Ian woke me up?"

"How did you do it?"

Ian brushed past them coldly.

Hailey glanced at Ian's back, smiled mysteriously, squeezed Jessica's cheek and left sideways.

"Haley! You haven't said that yet! How did Ian do it?"

"secret!"

Ian and Hailey returned to the Ever Hotel again, and Hailey opened a room with the same layout as Ned.

Haili fell into the wide bed with a smile, and looked at Ian with a smile, "Hey, murderer! Come and kill me!"

"It didn't look like this when Ned died, did he?"

Haili raised the corners of his lips, turned around very slowly, and lay down on the mattress.

"You can come and kill me."

He turned his face to look at Ian.Obviously half of his face was buried in the pillow, but the eyes in the gap touched people's hearts inexplicably.

His legs are very long, and his body line can be seen more clearly at this time.

Ian took a step back calmly, and said in a cool voice: "Okay, let's see if I agree with you."

At this time, Ian played the role of the murderer.

"I arranged everything before you entered the room to rest. It was me who put on the gloves and put the sunflowers in the vase, arranged the earl gray tea cups, and heated the verbena essential oil."

"What's the purpose?" Haley asked.

"You need to tell me the purpose. After all, you are Mr. Ned now. How do you feel when you see everything I have prepared for you?"

Hailey sat up, pinned her hair behind her ears, and smiled lazily and sexy.

"I feel deeply pleasing, it's what I love. I want to know who put it all in place for me."

Haley looked into Ian's eyes and said.

Ian sat down in front of the sofa opposite the bed, with a smile on his lips, "Now, Mr. Ned, what was your first impression when you saw me?"

Haili turned over and walked down with a smile, came to Ian, raised Ian's chin with his fingers, and got closer and closer: "I'm surprised, excited, and eager to try! Because I've always wanted to get you, and you now Not only did it come to your door, but it was all prepared for me. Obviously my crush is not one-way, and you want me too. I'm sure it's finally time to enjoy you!"

Ian clasped Haili's wrist, stood up from the chair, leaned towards Haili step by step, and brought him down on the bed together.

Haili smiled, "I've never seen you take such an initiative in this life."

"This life is still very long." Ian made a pouring gesture, "Would you like to try verbena essential oil massage?"

Hailey turned around calmly and let Ian sit on his waist.

"Be gentle, honey. Don't break my back."

"But here, I can't imagine. If the murderer wants to give Mr. Ned an essential oil massage, he can't hold the murder weapon in his hand, and Ned can't see it. And Doctor Bourne said, The murder weapon used by the murderer should be a cone about [-] to [-] centimeters long, how did he wear it on his body?"

Haley smiled and said, "It's my turn now. Would you mind playing Mr. Ned? I do enjoy having you on top of me, though."

Ian turned over and stepped aside, making a "come on" gesture.But instead of opting for a prone position, he faced Haley instead.

The corners of Haili's lips were raised high. He put his palm on Ian's face and stroked it lightly.

"Right now I'm giving you a verbena massage and you're enjoying it."

Haili's voice was deliberately drawn out, with a certain grinding meaning, his palm followed Ian's neckline to his chest, and deliberately hooked the collar of his suit.

Ian didn't take it seriously, but just looked at Haili lightly.He knew that if he showed a little displeasure or seriously reminded the other party that they were doing a mock case, the guy would tease him more smugly, but Haley kept looking Ian in the eye, and he bent down, getting closer.

Haili's breath spread again from Ian's nostrils, like a refreshing and vast grassland, but he felt a touch of mystery and remoteness in the wind blowing on his face.

Until his lips are covered.

Ian watched Haley's eyes close.He licked him lightly, teasing him with the tip of his tongue.The kiss was getting bigger and bigger, and some kind of suggestion was getting stronger and stronger. Ian could already clearly feel the power Haili exerted on him.

He had to push him away.

But Haley grabbed Ian's wrists and pressed them to Ian's ears.

He is completely selfless, as if there is no other existence in this world except Ian.He kept changing the angle of the kiss, wanting to get everything about Ian, never ignoring any small corner.

The deeper Haley went, the more frightened Ian became.

Everything became uncontrollable, Ian felt his heart beating wildly, and all the blood poured down, on the verge of an explosion.

It was horrible, Haley just sat on top of him and kissed him, nothing else.

Ian jerked his head away from Hailey.

"Do you mean to tell me that the murderer kissed Mr. Ned?"

Hailey's hands still resting on Ian's ears, he looks at Ian's profile, his hair a bit disheveled, his neck showing through the loose collar.

As if driven by some kind of force, Haili suddenly kissed his side face, the thin kiss was crazy and unrestrained, he kissed hard along his chin, and bit his neck.

When Ian realized something, he pushed him up hard.

"What are you doing! Bastard! Aren't we working!"

"It's a bed. What do you think I want, Mr. Ned?"

Hailey pulled out a devilish smile, he raised one hand, as if he had taken something off his head, raised it high, and pierced it down fiercely.

Ian's eyes widened, and Haley imitated the expression of assassinating Mr. Ned again and again.

He is full of hatred and madness, until the end of more than 30 strokes.

"How do you feel, Mr. Ned?"

Hailey put his hands on Ian's chest and asked with a smile.

After a pause of two or three seconds, Ian finally realized.

"You mean, the murder weapon was always worn on the head by the murderer?"

"That's right. It should be something like a hairpin. Similar accessories are very popular in Chinatown, and their shape fits Dr. Byrne's description of the murder weapon."

"So... the murderer has long hair?"

Ian forgot to struggle.

Hailey bent down again and looked at Ian with a smile, "Can I fuck you?"

"Get up!" Ian frowned.

Haili obediently rolled over to the side, lay on his side and watched Ian get up, "Hey, it's past three o'clock in the morning, don't tell me you still plan to go home?"

"Since we have all reached a consensus that sunflower and verbena essential oils were all prepared by the murderer, shouldn't we investigate how the murderer sent these things in?"

"Ian, just leave these things to the 'little idiot' to investigate. You should give yourself a break. Get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow the idiot will tell you whether anyone wearing a hairpin has ever I have been to this floor. And there are only a few ways for the murderer to transport these things into the room most likely."

Ian paused beside the bed, "So what about Mr. Smith? If the murderer in the two cases is the same person, how did he send roses into Mr. Smith's room? And set up a dinner table? Scented candles create a romantic atmosphere? There are also dolls on Mr. Ned’s desk, which clearly shows that his credit card ordered these dolls. But according to our analysis, this should be used by the murderer to please Ned. Why is it Ned himself? Where did you buy it with your credit card?"

"About the first half of the question, you need to ask Smith's assistant, Emma, ​​or his Filipino maid, have they ever given the key to anyone? As for the second half of the question, isn't that what the murderer wanted? We mistook everything for Ned to please the murderer, not for the murderer to please Ned."

Ian still has questions that he hasn't figured out.

"But why did the murderer set up such a complicated scene? The murderer clearly knew that the victim was interested in him, so he could have just walked into the victim's room and killed them!"

"Ian, this is not an impulsive crime, this is murder. All murders have a definite motive. Flowers, fine wine, aromatherapy oils, may be the source of the murderer's motive. Ian, close your eyes and imagine, remember when you collected How does it feel to see the white rose I gave you?"

"Bored."