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Hailey's voice is very soft, but every word is very clear.

That was not his usual demagogic tone.

On the contrary, be persistent and serious.

Ian knew it wasn't the drugs that made Haley sound so determined.

His mind was shaking, shaking wildly.

"Ian, after this day, when you are fully awake, you will have no excuse to accept me."

Hailey frowned and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Ian, have you ever experienced the fantasy of having someone? Do you know what kind of obsession it is to want to be all of someone? Do you understand what it means to regard you as the yardstick by which I measure the world?"

I know.

Although I have doubted it, I have always known it.

I am the ruler by which you measure the world, which means... I am your everything.

"Ask your heart, Ian. Don't think about the bottom line. It's always there. It's not only your pursuit, but also my yearning. Do you want to kiss me?"

Ian looked blankly into Haley's eyes.He was so close to himself that he was about to destroy everything he had ever known.

Hailey took a breath and touched Ian's forehead with his forehead.

"I see. I shouldn't have made you struggle. Good night, Ian. Get a good night's sleep, and when the medicine in your body is metabolized, you'll be as awake as ever."

Haili let go of Ian's hand slightly, leaned against his pillow, and sat up with great nostalgia.

Ian turned his face and saw Haili's back.

Lonely and vulnerable.

The moment Hailey stood up, he felt something grab his coat.

Haley's back froze.He didn't look back, but said in a low voice, "Ian, I can't be gentle with you. At least not tonight."

The grip on him didn't let go.

Haili raised his hand, silently unbuttoned his coat, and threw it aside.It was an extremely simple action, and there was no hint of it.

But for Ian, it was more heart-shattering than ever.

Ian's hand was hanging on the edge of the bed, and Haley's fingers stroked his fingertips until Ian gave him a slight squeeze.

Haley turned around and pushed Ian's sweaty hair back.

"Ian, you should know that the drug you've been injected with only reduces your willpower. You don't need me [-]%."

For the first time, Ian wondered why Haley talked so much nonsense.

His willpower... If his willpower is reduced, how can he resist the gravitational pull of Hayley Russell?

He is just an ordinary person who is also attracted by beautiful things.

Now, his willpower is broken, and all that's left is pure desire for him.

If it was the past, as long as Ian wavered slightly, Haili would almost pounce on him.Today's Haili is calm and restrained, as if deliberately wearing down Ian's stamina, disintegrating his perseverance, revealing the most original softness.

"……I need you."

Ian looked up.It's just that Haili is a little far away from him, and his weak arms are not enough to support his upper body.

But in the next moment, Ian's head was firmly pressed back on the pillow.

He saw Haili's frowning brows, and he clasped his fingers and pressed them against the pillow, because Ian could hear his knuckles clucking because of the force.

For the first time, Ian discovered that kissing can also be described as gnashing of teeth.

He had the illusion that Hailey hated him enough to destroy him completely.

His collar was torn off, and the man who was pressing down on him was like a tidal wave breaking the dam, leaving marks on his body frantically.

Ian's mind went blank, he was indeed not treated tenderly.Apart from the dizziness of the earth-shattering, all he could feel was Hailey's impact.

All thinking lost its meaning, and he was afraid of Haili's departure, and he clung to him.

There was a tiny seed of fire that Haili put in the depths of Ian's heart with some ulterior motives.Ian spent eight years not looking at it, not touching it, and covering it with layers of dust.But after so many years of hard work, Haili only needs to blow a breath, and everything can't be burned by itself.

Until this moment, it burst open recklessly, making it impossible for him to take it back.

He hugged him tighter than he could for Hayley.

This was like a silent invitation to Haili, and Haili seemed to feel it even when Ian's fingertips trembled.He pushed harder, as if he wanted to knock Ian into pieces.He was dominated by Hailey, a guy who justified his existence in the most absolute ways.Ian only felt that every muscle and bone in him would be distorted by the other party to the point where it could not be restored.

Ian felt that all the sorrows and joys of his life seemed to be put into this night.

When he woke up, smoke was coming from his throat.

Hailey was right behind him, her arms wrapped tightly around him.

Ian frowned and moved one of Hailey's arms away.With just such a simple movement, Ian could feel that his lower body had been crushed and lost contact with the brain nerves.

He turned over, braced his upper body, and sat up.

Lowering his head, he could clearly see Haili's soft hair attached to his face, with only the tip of his nose exposed.

Ian raised his head, took a deep breath, raised his head and closed his eyes for a long time.

It seemed as if time had no end, and Haili, who had been resting his head on Ian's side all the time, began to feel uneasy in such silence.

"If you want to kill me, there's my gun in the drawer of the bedside table to your left." Hailey said without moving.

Ian just leaned against the head of the bed and didn't speak.His fingers gently parted Haley's hair, his fingertips gliding over his eyelashes.

"Don't be like that to me, I know you're angry." Hailey muffled.

"Why am I angry." Ian's voice was calm.

"I fucked you."

"Oh. How many times have you done it?" Ian asked.

"Three...or four."

"Now I want to shoot you down."

Ian flicked his finger on Haley's forehead.

Haili opened his eyes and looked at Ian, with a smile on his lips, with a hint of innocence, "Have you figured it out?"

"Yeah. It doesn't seem to make much difference whether you do it or not."

Ian stretched his arms, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and fumbled around.Sure enough, there was no gun at all.

Haley's nonsense is still unbelievable.

"Uncle Ian, what do you mean 'it doesn't seem to make much difference'? You said to me a few hours ago 'Don't push so hard' 'Are you fucking trying to kill me' 'If you dare to do it again I will definitely collapse you'!"

Ian sneered.

His body feels very uncomfortable.This kind of pain is completely different from being hit in the chest or being injured by fragments of mortar shells.Because his brain has never been so clear as it is at this moment.

It was as if all the weight wrapped around the depths of his mind had been stripped away.It's all too easy to be true.

"Even if you fuck me, you can't change my mind, and you can't control me." Ian lowered his head and rubbed Haili's head vigorously, "If one day, you cross my bottom line, I have even more reason to kill you. Because you betrayed my trust. And my trust is never given easily."

Hailey watched him through Ian's fingers, and let Ian grab his hair like a bird's nest to vent his anger.

"...Ian, you seem to be getting more and more handsome."

"Really?" Ian asked nonchalantly.

"I thought you would feel that your self-esteem was frustrated. Doesn't the side that is usually taken mean that you are conquered, possessed, become subordinate and lose yourself...but I feel like I still haven't got you?"

"I'm mine. How could you have me?"

"How about we do it again!"

"Are you here to have sex or to handle the case? Now I don't know what happened to Fitz Gubler's so-called 'feast'. You also probably figured out the account in Westminster Aire What happened to the large amount of money. But we still haven't figured out whether the reason why Smith and Ned were murdered was related to the 'feast'. And the death of Westminster Airer, the biggest suspect in Smith and Ned's murder , Is it really a simple drug overdose? "

Ian lowered his head, lost in thought.

Haili raised his arms and hugged Ian's waist tightly, and lifted the quilt maliciously.

"What are you doing!" Ian patted Haley on the head hard.

"I like it so much, let me see it again!"

"Didn't you see enough yesterday?"

"No."

"go to hell."

"I'm living so happily now, so I don't want to die!" Haley rubbed against Ian's side, "That's right! I've caught Sherman's pigtail! He should be given all the medicine Me! This way, Ian will willingly have sex with me every day!"

Ian lowered his body and pressed his palms hard on Haili's forehead. The strong pressure made Haili's leisurely mood far away, and he had to face Ian's eyes squarely from his self-seeking happiness.

"If you dare to use any messy things on me, I promise you will die worse than Smith and Ned."

Haili raised the corners of his lips, clasped Ian's wrist, and gently rubbed his wrist bone, "I know. The 'feast' last night was because of Uncle Ian, you are very brave."

"I thought I was always brave."

"Not being afraid of death is not really being brave."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Haili frowned and made a regretful voice: "Who the hell is it!"

"Mr. Russell, I'm sorry. We are the security personnel of the Aurora. Last night, the editor-in-chief Joseph Sherman was killed.

Our security said you once knocked them into Mr. Sherman's room. "

Haley froze.

And Ian beside him has quickly picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on.

Ian grunted from the huge pain in his back and along his legs.

"...You don't have to wear it so fast, I want to look at it again."

"Joseph Sherman is dead, do you find it interesting?" Ian lowered his voice and pressed the switch of the room door beside the bed.

"Hey! I haven't put it on yet!" Haili pulled the quilt away, only his head was exposed, and his instantly haggard expression made Ian feel the urge to beat him up again.

Two tall and burly security personnel came in, and when they saw Haili holding the quilt, their eyes flashed with surprise.

And Ian stood beside the bed, straightened his collar, turned his face to Haili and said coldly, "Have you played enough?"

Hailey twitched the corners of his lips and asked, "You said Joseph Sherman is dead? Did I hear you right? I did see him, but when I left, he was still alive and well."

"He is indeed dead."

"How did he die? Could it be that there was some kind of flower in his room, his lower body was stabbed into a hornet's nest, blood flowed like a river, and was covered by that kind of flower?"

Haley asked half-jokingly.

But the shoulders of the two security guards were obviously stiff.

"I'm sorry Mr. Russell, but we have nothing to comment."

"Can't you hear it? These two are the guys who were guarding the door of Sherman's editor-in-chief last night." Ian said coldly.

"Oh...so that's the case." Haili lifted the quilt in front of them.

The faces of the two security guards who were originally indifferent turned red inexplicably.

And Haley put on his shirt slowly.

"Since you are the people at the feast yesterday, it means that it is Fitz Gubler who wants to see me, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Russell. Mr. Gubler wishes to see you at once."

Hailey propped his chin and looked in Ian's direction.

"Mr. Gubler doesn't need to see Mr. Connor."

"Okay, I'll go." Haili stood up refreshed, looked down Ian's back neck and spine, and paused at the most thought-provoking place, "Take a good rest. Let me Go and see, Xiao misses your Sherman, how did he die."

"Don't forget to ask them to keep the scene."

"Of course." Hailey hooked Ian's chin with his fingers and kissed his lips.

Ian didn't avoid it, but guessed in his heart that the two security guards would definitely tell Fitz Gubler what they saw.I don't know if he will be assassinated by the people sent by Gubler after Haili leaves.

Haley leaves.The expression on his face can be described as "radiant", let alone Gubler, even Ian wanted to print his own shoe prints on his face.

When the room fell silent, Ian began to think.Judging from the reactions of the two security guards just now, Haili did not guess the way of Sherman's death wrongly.It's just that they have long regarded Westminster Air as the murderer of Smith and Ned's murder, but now the murderer uses similar methods to carry out the murder... Ian has a hunch that this is not a copycat crime, but that the real murderer is on this cruise ship.

Westminster Aire was just a sad scapegoat.

Two security guards followed Haili and sent him to Fitz Gubler's door.

Haili walked in calmly, while Fitz Gubler was sitting in a wheelchair with his back to the door, looking at the blue sea view in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Gubler didn't say a word, but Haili came to the coffee machine in the room with his pockets in his pocket and started making coffee leisurely.

"Sherman once said, I'll spoil you. Looks like it's true."

Haili raised the corners of his lips and asked unhurriedly, "I heard that the editor-in-chief Sherman died? If it's true, can I have a look at the murder scene?"

"The scene of the murder? It is very likely that you killed him!" Gubler turned around while shaking the wheelchair, glaring at Haili.

Even though he was sullen, there was still deep reluctance in his eyes.

"Don't be kidding, if you really checked the surveillance, you would know that Sherman was [-]% alive when I left. Because I didn't close the door when I left, he would have to close the door himself."

"You took Ian Connor away. I remember you saying you were jealous of him and you wanted someone to destroy him. But the truth I got was that you were lying in the same bed as him. Haley, this is What do you mean by destruction?"

Haley's eyes were fixed on the coffee machine, and Gubler's anger was not in his eyes at all.

"I thought you were the king of the sea on this cruise ship. But I found out that I was wrong, because you don't have that kind of heart at all."

"What do you mean?" Gubler moved the wheelchair to Haili's side, and raised his eyes to look at him.

"Besides Ned, your only partner, Sherman, is dead. You don't ask me if I killed him, what was the last time I saw him, who else was in his room, Questions like that. All you care about is who I had a good night with last night? How disappointed is Sherman with you?"

Gubler's expression turned cold. He grabbed Haili's arm and said through gritted teeth, "I just want to hear your explanation now!"

Hailey lowered his body and clasped Gubler's shoulder with one hand.

He lowered his eyes, showing the most charming demeanor, and said in a tone of reciting verses: "I once told you that I was jealous of him, and I wanted to destroy him. But I didn't tell you the real reason."

"what reason?"

"I envy him, affects my judgment and thinking more than myself. I want to destroy him, because I want him so much, this desire has reached the point of disease. So much so that I can't bear to have anyone in his Occupy a little place in my heart. I want to hold him firmly in my hand, unless I crush him, I don't feel safe."

Gubler's fingers trembled, and his voice squeezed out between his teeth, "You liar! You are the worst liar I have ever seen!"

"We're always living a lie, Mr. Gubler. It's just that some lies make our lives better. And some, we're in hell. Mr. Gubler, I want to see Sherman's death on site."

"It's impossible. I just want to chop up your lover and throw it into the sea! I want you to see it with your own eyes!"

"Mr. Gubler, you seem to have misunderstood. When I said that I want to see the scene of Sherman's death, it was not a request, but your obligation as an American citizen."

"What do you mean?"

Haley took out the FBI badge from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it to Gubler, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gubler. I accepted your invitation to board this place just to investigate a serial murder case. A cruise ship. Now I suspect that Joseph Sherman’s death was committed by the same murderer. So please let me go to the murder scene to check and protect all the details of the scene, even a hair.”

"You...you..." Gubole's expression changed, "I'm going to kill you!"

Haley laughed, "Don't be so nervous, Mr. Gubler. I'm not interested in all the transactions at your feast. That's not the focus of my investigation. I just want to know who killed Sherman, and who killed Sherman. Is it the same person who killed Ned and Smith? In addition, the three dead are related to you. Smith is your favorite student, and Ned and Sherman are your collaborators. Don't you think that this murderer is step by step? Eliminate all the helpers around you? Maybe in the next step, his target will be you."

"Whether someone is going to kill me is not something you need to worry about. What you need to worry about is Ian Connor in your room! Is he just your lover, or is he also from the FBI!"

"He is both my lover and an agent of the Bureau of Investigation. So I suggest you don't think about him. After all, murdering a federal agent is more serious than murdering any wealthy businessman on this cruise ship. Because the Bureau of Investigation will Bite your ass until all your secrets are revealed."

"Don't scare me, kid. There are too many suspects on this cruise ship, including the distinguished guests at every feast. Getting rid of you and Ian Connor is nothing at all!"

Haili smiled and poured the brewed coffee into the cup, and came to Gubler.

Gubler's cell phone rang at this moment.

"You should answer that call." Hailey gently blew on the coffee in his cup.

Gubler stared at Hailey stingingly, and connected the phone.

"Mr. Gubler! Someone is buying up the shares of Gubler Group! Your shareholding ratio has dropped by [-]%. As long as it continues to fall, that person will become the largest shareholder of Gubler Group, Gubler The Le Group is about to change hands!"

"What? Who is that person!" Gubler wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

He didn't think anyone could push him out of the Gubler Group on his own!

"His name is... Haley Russell! My God! The only one who can do this is that Haley Russell of the Russell family!"

Gubler's phone dropped.

On the other hand, Haili squatted down and held his mobile phone firmly.

"Excuse me, is there any more questions, Mr. Gubler?"

The smile that once haunted Gubler now seemed like a mockery from hell.

"...Are you really the one from the Russell family?"

"I don't know who you mean by that person. However, I seem to be the only one in the Russell family. It is obviously a big family, but suddenly the number of people is small. This kind of sadness, probably few people can understand." Hailey put the phone back on Gubler's lap.

"...you are... you are obviously just a manager of the stock exchange! How could you... how could it be... I obviously sent someone to investigate you..."

"It means that they didn't investigate carefully enough. But in the business world, there are very few people who have met me. Unlike you, Mr. Gubler, I don't like to show my face so much." Haili lowered his head and put it in Gubler's ear Said, "As long as I buy a little more, you will really be nothing. I want to kick you out of the Gubler Group easily. In this world, I have never met anyone who can win the money game with me."

Gubler's face was already pale.It's all like a nightmare from which I want to wake up right away.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing. I just want my Ian to rest quietly in my room, undisturbed."

"of course."

"Also, I want to see where Sherman died. Did he die in his room?"

"No. He died in the VIP pool."

"Now, can I go and see? Including the scene and Sherman's body. Don't tell me, your people have moved the scene indiscriminately."

"They just confirmed that Sherman is dead. News of Sherman's death has not been released. I don't want to cause any unnecessary panic on board the Aurora until it reaches its destination."

"The most important thing is not to affect the mood of the distinguished guests, right? Otherwise, there will be very few feasts next year."

After speaking, Haili pushed Gubler's wheelchair and left the room, heading for the VIP swimming pool.

Ian was showering in the bathroom at this time.

Even though the warm water was washing over his body, he still had the illusion that Haili was hugging him very hard, his breath, his temperature, and even the strength of his bite were as clear as a brand.

Ian propped his hands against the bathroom wall, lowered his head, and wiped the water off his face.

He saw Haili's marks on his arms and even his waist and abdomen.The color is very dark, and one can imagine how hard Haili was at that time and how forgetful he was.

"Asshole." Ian cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth.

When I straightened my waist, my legs hurt so much that I couldn't walk.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Ian paused.He wasn't sure who was outside the door.There's no way Hailey will be back so soon.If it's Gubler's people, it's bad.

Grabbing the bathrobe casually and putting it on, Ian walked out of the bathroom.

When he glanced over the bedside table, he found that the drawer was open.He remembered clearly closing the drawer.When he walked over cautiously, he suddenly found Haili's gun inside!

Ian froze.That idiot was taken to see Fitz Gubler without a gun, did he really not worry that Gubler would harm him at all!

But Ian knew that Haili left it for him on purpose.

His cold heart suddenly softened.

The doorbell is still ringing.

Ian picked up the pistol, loaded it neatly, and walked to the door.He didn't look at the cat's eye on the door. If the person outside the door had malicious intentions, he would probably blow his head off with a shot at the cat's eye.

"who is it?"

"I, Xavier Quentin. I heard that you were sent to the 'table' by Sherman yesterday, so I came to see you."