There is always a cheater behind every detective

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Falk hasn't been as happy as today for a long time. The last time, it seemed, was when his ex-girlfriend hadn't broken up with him.And today, because his sculpture will be exhibited in a month, the sponsorship has been negotiated tonight, for which he drank a few more drinks, of course, half drunk like this, in his past thirty years In the middle, it is not a rare thing, after all, in recent years, he often gets himself drunk, maybe to find inspiration, maybe because of frustration, or suddenly lose control of his emotions, anyway, it is not a special thing.

Falk would probably appreciate it more if he knew it was going to be the best thing in his life, but right now he just wants to sleep because it's past midnight and he's still drunk.

He missed the keyhole five times in a row, and finally managed to open the door for the sixth time. Before he could touch the light switch next to him, he squinted his eyes, and by the light outside the door, he seemed to see a man in black plastic standing in front of the porch. A raincoat, a monster with a mask on his face.

Why do you have to wear a raincoat indoors?Taste is weird.

Falk didn't even notice the danger for the first time, until a pungent cloth covered his mouth and nose, making him lose consciousness instantly, and he didn't even have time to generate a sense of crisis.

The small room was instantly filled with the smell of blood. Fok's throat was cut in his sleep. He did not save his life for anything, and the man in the raincoat who took his life was taking out some complicated tools from the toolbox. tools, cut off his hands, gouged out his eyes, cut his head and pulled out his brain.

Those seemingly cumbersome and difficult actions, but the man in the raincoat completed them like flowing clouds and flowing water.

The man who was busy with his head suddenly turned his head, as if he realized that there was a third eye watching all this in the darkness.

—————————————— We are the dividing line of Xiaobai’s appearance—————————————

Bai Yan sat up abruptly, and in the next second he put his hands on his forehead, his mind was filled with what he had dreamed just now... Or should I say that he couldn't figure out whether it was something that happened in any tense of past, past, or present.

Yes, since he went abroad, his ability to see the murderer’s crime process in his sleep has become more and more lost. Sometimes he even dreamed about the killing process of Jack the Ripper, the prostitute who was killed by the knot, the crazy but created legend of demons.Today, his dream told him another story, about a poor guy who was killed by a stun, and even after death, the body even became the murderer's plaything.

The severed hands, the gouged out eyeballs, and the brains that were taken out by the craniotomy, these organs are carefully placed by the murderer to enshrine a certain belief, but the remaining parts are ruthlessly carved to become a body. A piece of horror art.

Graduated from a well-known art academy and now works as a consultant for several galleries in the United States, Bai Yan cannot deny that such special works are indeed very attractive from an artistic point of view, but he absolutely does not agree with such crazy behavior. It's too sad to achieve it with extreme means, not to mention, this person reminds him of Bai Xiangyun.

That long, 15-year nightmare.

Suddenly, a pair of hands covered his eyes which were blurred due to distraction, his earlobe was slightly itchy, and he was gently sucked and kissed, Bai Yan's body shook slightly, even though the relationship between them was already very deep, he was still so ambiguous Feeling ashamed of Zhao Zhuojie's touch, but at least he won't feel rejection or resistance, and he can even bluntly say that he couldn't wish for Zhao Zhuojie's touch.

"Why, what did you dream about again?" Zhao Zhuojie gnawed on the rapidly reddening ear on the side of his mouth, and wrapped him in his arms: "It's all my brother's fault, the detective god over there in France still has some relations to deal with , I’m too tired from the trouble, I haven’t been able to love my Xiaobai well recently.”

Bai Yan's face was flushed, the hand covering his eyes was not removed, and he did not object, he was even relieved by the warm and hard chest behind him, he obediently entered into Zhao Zhuojie's arms, sniffing the familiar and reassuring breath, sighed softly: "It's not a very good dream, but with you by my side, I'm not afraid."

Zhao Zhuojie only felt that there was a clamor somewhere, and his tiredness couldn't resist Xiaobai's unintentional seduction. He cursed lowly, kissed the lips that seemed to be born to say what he liked to hear, and the entanglement hid there softly. Tongue, listening to Bai Yan's snort because of his kiss, she feels good.

After a deep kiss, his big palm has already sneaked in from the hem of his clothes restlessly, cruising on the young man's thin body, carefully inspecting his territory, his fingers with thick calluses opened the bottom of his trousers, and the movement of getting in was nimble and nimble , Bai Yan didn't even have a chance to resist, the hand had already knocked him out of strength.

"Aren't you... tired?" Bai Yan couldn't hold back her hands, her jacket was pushed up, her trousers were pulled down to her knees, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Tired?" Zhao Zhuojie squinted his eyes, took Bai Yan's hand and pressed it on some energetic organ, and smiled evilly: "Does Xiaobai feel tired?"

Bai Yan clenched her lower lip, the hot and hard cylinder under her hand made him speechless, and the next moment he lifted it up easily like a child in his arms, and sat opposite Yue Zhuojie, where there was an unscrupulous kiss across the cloth. Lightly poking at the back of his buttocks, as rampant as its owner, Bai Yan couldn't help pinching those broad shoulders, lifting her hips to avoid such explicit friction.

Zhao Zhuojie pushed the young man back, and asked in a deep voice, "Don't you want it? Xiaobai."

Such a voice is full of charm, Bai Yan couldn't help being intoxicated in her lover's dark eyes, and answered like a maniac: "I want it."

"Good boy." Zhao Zhuojie smiled, with a satisfied smile. He casually took out a tube of lubricant from the drawer of the bedside table, and didn't bother to take it carefully. Into those smooth and tender legs, open up wantonly.

Bai Yan frowned slightly, and the trace of annoyance that still existed in her heart soon dissipated because of the forceful entry. Zhao Zhuojie's movements were always so fierce, Bai Yan straddled him, and the legs that encircled his strong waist could not hang Tight, being bumped constantly, the sound of popping echoed in the room.

The man's heavy breathing sounded in his ears, as well as the ambiguous moans that could not be suppressed from his own mouth.

The two passionately hug each other and do all kinds of original sex moves. They didn't care when they fell asleep. Anyway, they have more time. Although they still have their daughter to transfer from France to the United States, that's not What a big deal.

Zhao Zhuojie still got up early to exercise, he went out for a jog, he was familiar with the terrain, and bought some breakfast to satisfy his appetite.

I have to say that after being abroad for such a long time, although he has long been used to greasy food with low nutritional value, but thinking about Bai Yan, he feels that he needs to find a reliable chef to cook some Chinese food for them.

He grew up in that country on the tip of his tongue. Although he could eat bugs for training at a certain time, it doesn’t mean he can eat bugs for a lifetime and he has no objections. He still loves food. As for using a microwave oven, he can only heat food Bai Yan, he doesn't have extravagant expectations, and his own level is only SOSO, Zhao Xiangyue feels that hiring a chef is reliable, like in France before, isn't that guy Lina helping to find a chef?Now Bai Yan is going to the United States to work for that guy, the cook should be included in the benefits.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhuojie decided to call that guy when he got home, and fight for the welfare of his lover.

Zhao Zhuojie is still very busy recently, and so is Bai Yan. Zhao Zhuojie wants to resume his old career in Meidi and start a detective agency, but there is no Lina here. Obviously, he needs to rely on his contacts for many things. Fortunately, he still knows some people in Meidi. It's not difficult, but it's not easy. It's just so busy, and Bai Yan needs to get to know a few galleries as soon as possible, so that he can really become a consultant. He is still in the adaptation stage, and he also promised Rina to give The gallery provides paintings, and in the free time, besides sleeping with Zhao Zhuojie, he is painting.

So he has not had time to dream for a long time. Until today, Zhao Zhuojie flew back to France because of some things to deal with. After he finished painting, he fell asleep alone. Then he saw the corpse that was about to be sculpted in his dream, but the murderer did not continue. , he stopped, and after a few seconds, he soaked his fingers in blood and wrote a line.

——I catch you.

(2)

Bai Yan was awakened again, her scalp was numb, her back was wet with sweat, and the sky outside was turning pale.

Was that line written in blood addressed to him?Intuition made him think—yes.

He can all have the ability to see the murderer's crime process through dreams, why can't others have other types of abilities?For example, you can catch his peek in the dream.

What else could the murderer have seen?Bai Yan is not sure, but he can be sure that if he dreams about this person's committing the crime again, he may be discovered again. If he sees the other party, the other party can also see him. Does that mean that the other party can hunt him in turn?

Assuming this way, Bai Yan couldn't sleep even more, and he, who had never encountered such a situation, decisively made an overseas call a second later.

[noob?Think I can't sleep?Talking on the phone before going to bed from time to time? ]

The time difference between the two places was about 6 hours, and it was late at night in France. Zhao Zhuojie's voice was clear and he was obviously in high spirits. Without Bai Yan by his side, he wouldn't have gone to bed so early, not to mention he was really busy.

Hearing Zhao Zhuojie's voice, Bai Yan instantly felt relieved. He cleared his hoarse voice after waking up: "Brother, I have something to discuss with you..." He simply finished the matter, and there was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone .

[Now, you first make sure that the security system of the house is working properly, then make a cup of coffee, have some breakfast, draw your dream, don't go out until the painting is finished, remember to eat when you are hungry, you know? ]

"Ah."

Zhao Zhuojie carefully explained some trivial matters, and Bai Yan responded one by one, then hung up the phone and went to confirm the normal operation of the security device. This thing was installed by Zhao Zhuojie himself, and the safety factor is quite high. Their hut has become a safe. I am afraid that the spies will come You can't get in easily.

Then Bai Yan got up and made himself a cup of instant coffee, because he only knew this, he didn't know how to use a coffee machine, and then he had a microwave breakfast. After eating and drinking, he went to the studio to start his long painting.

Bai Yan is like this, once he starts to paint, he will enter a state of ecstasy, until the man hugs him from behind, pulls him out of creation with a passionate kiss, and finally the brush and color palette fall off, and the easel next to him He was also knocked down, and fell directly on the sofa next to him. The apron and clothes on his body were skillfully taken off, and his white body was pressed under the strong man like black iron. He put on a docile posture to accept the brutal violation. Mi's voice sounded in the small studio.

They rolled from the sofa to the carpet, pressed the color palette and the picture, and then pressed the paint and the canvas, and hit the wall. Bai Yan climbed up the wall, and the man hugged his waist and bumped him uncontrollably. Yi Yi clings to the window sill and lays down to pant for breath, but the man still hugs his buttocks and rams hard, until his eyes turn black, and he loses control and cries out.

The banging sound accompanied by weeping and groaning lasted for a long time, and it ended with the man's muffled groan. The studio was in a mess. The sweaty bodies of the two people by the window were stained with various paints, and the legs were stained with water.

Sprinkling the seeds into his lover's body again, Zhao Zhuojie let out a sigh of relief. The worries and fears of more than ten hours were finally relieved. He kissed his lover's shoulder blades stained with paint, hugged his sobbing lover, and took him to the bathroom to wash Then she hugged her to bed, hugged her lover while drying her hair, and asked, "Now, do you still have the energy to dream?"

Bai Yan shook her head feebly, looking sluggish under the warm air of the hair dryer.

Combing five fingers through the soft hair that has been blown dry, Zhao Zhuojie gently helped his lover to sleep, and held him in his arms until his lover slept soundly. The side is air-dried into a painting.

Zhao Zhuojie is no stranger to murder cases. He has already developed a certain network in France, and he is often invited by the police to help solve some cases. Bai Yan also occasionally helps. Yan, he had to care.

It has been a long time since Xie Bi'an, no one has disturbed him so much, he has seen one murder painting after another.Some Bai Yan was sketched with a pencil, and only those scenes that might leave important clues were screened out and drawn carefully. The picture was so real that it was like being there in person. Zhao Zhuojie had to admit that this was another creepy perversion.

After thinking about it, he made a phone call to a friend in the United States. Not long after, he got a stack of materials, which were clippings about the "sculptor" and materials available to the outside world. I have to say that although the media is sometimes annoying, it often He also likes to exaggerate, but to report the information of a perverted murderer in such detail is quite a skill.

After reading the information and searching on the Internet, Zhao Zhuojie made several phone calls and recommended himself to help handle the case.

At this time, there was a noise from the bedroom, and Bai Yan, who was wearing Zhao Zhuojie's N size large white T, came out with sleepy eyes rubbing her sleepy eyes. She was not surprised by the table full of documents, but was obviously relieved: "Brother."

Zhao Zhuojie really likes to see Bai Yan wearing his own clothes, and he only wears one piece. Those long legs are very eye-catching. He squinted his eyes to appreciate Bai Yan, his lover and younger brother, before he opened his hand and motioned for her to come here. She nestled into his arms and hugged him tightly: "Are you hungry? I ordered a meal. Have some?"

But Bai Yan didn't want to leave Zhao Zhuojie's arms, so she shook her head, which naturally couldn't escape Zhao Zhuojie's eyes, so he moved to the restaurant with the man in his arms, taking care of his lover to eat, before announcing his decision.

"I will catch the murderer, then find the best lawyer, and try to get a sentence of 500 years."

Bai Yan paused with the spoon in her hand, and continued to drink the tonic that was said to be ordered from the Chinese chef of the big hotel under the urging eyes of her brother. I have to say that the taste is not bad, but he is already very full... a bit full.

It wasn't until Bai Yan drank the tonic soup in one gulp, that Zhao Zhuojie felt that he had eaten a lot but he didn't feel bloated at all, and his waistline was still so good, he sighed... It's impossible to gain weight, sometimes it really doesn't feel a sense of accomplishment.

"I will support you." Bai Yan gently wiped the corners of her lips with a napkin, licked her lips and said, "I'm afraid, if he can see me and you, he may come to us."

Zhao Zhuojie pecked lightly on his lips and stroked his back: "It's okay, it's easier to come here."

Although Zhao Zhuojie was full of confidence, Bai Yan, who accompanied Zhao Zhuojie all the way, understood that the other party deliberately simplified the matter to reassure him. If it is really not difficult, why do you need to get all this information?But since they will advance and retreat together, Bai Yan is really not afraid. After thinking about it, he thinks that he should prepare a stun gun, electric baton, etc., and some anesthetics if necessary. Zhao Zhuojie will always have a way to get them.

After the meal, Zhao Zhuojie took out his collection of firearms and checked them one by one. In fact, after confirming that Bai Yan would come to work here, he had already started preparations. Well, even the license of the private detective agency has been messed up. I was waiting for the busy work for a while. After the license is approved, the pre-decorated detective agency can be opened, but now it is better to do things before opening.

Reassembling the disassembled parts into a gun, Zhao Zhuojie weighed the weapon in his hand, clicked it into the chamber, and his eyes widened.

(3)

In the next few days, Zhao Zhuojie's contacts found more relevant materials for him. After reading them one by one, he sent several letters about the case analysis to the police. He knew that he would attract attention sooner or later, which was exactly what he expected.

For the next half month, Zhao Zhuojie would make Bai Yan sleep well every few days, and Bai Yan did have related dreams, but Zhao Zhuojie judged the murderer's modus operandi and the last time he left the blood book through those paintings. The comparison is obviously unfamiliar, and comparing the deceased with all the information, it really is an earlier case, and their murderer may not have committed the crime recently.

As for Bai Yan's previous dream, the case of the murderer's writing was aroused half a month ago. There were different speculations about the line of blood writing, and it gradually faded from the newspaper network in recent days.

Then one morning, an excellent-looking white-skinned and perfect gentleman came outside their house. He greeted him in a very official tone and kindly: "Good morning, who is the contributor, Mr. Zhao?" .”

Come, this is the instant thought of the two.

Zhao Zhuojie raised his eyebrows: "It's me."

Mr. Perfect seems to have already guessed it, without any surprise at all, he nodded: "Hello, the police have received your letter, and your request for assistance in the investigation has also been approved. I hope that Mr. Zhao will try not to plan a trip in the short term. , happy cooperation."

Zhao Zhuojie raised his eyebrows again, and looked at the white hand with well-defined knuckles that expressed perfection just like its owner. He retracted it with a light grip. He had already understood that Mr. Perfect was very conceited. Do not deal with.

"Do I have to cooperate with you? Can you change someone?" Zhao Zhuojie is not polite at all. Although he needs to cooperate with the police to find the murderer, he can ask for a partner who is not so bad...Mr. Perfect, what a scam .

Mr. Perfect was obviously displeased with Zhao Zhuojie's pickiness, and he didn't show his emotions, but Zhao Zhuojie and Bai Yan were not dull people, they both knew that this had stepped on Mr. Perfect's tail.

Mr. Perfect is naturally very self-cultivated, he calmly said: "I have a team responsible for the 'Sculptor' case, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Victor-Taylor, the leader of the Sculptor's special investigation team, I am looking for 'him' It's been almost two years."

"I'm Zhao Zhuojie. I'm about to become the boss of a private detective agency. This is my lover, Bai Yan."

Comrade was obviously not shocked enough. Mr. Perfect didn't show any surprise, but he was obviously straight and perfect, so he didn't feel too cold about GAY. He frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything.

It's impolite for people to stand outside the door, Bai Yan has always learned etiquette well, although in the past he never had to care about who was standing at the door of his house waiting for him to invite him, but this time he said: "Let's talk when you come in. "

Zhao Zhuojie made way, and Mr. Perfect entered happily. He looked around the floor full of papers and a wall of clues, and his eyebrows, which were as pale as his hair, raised lightly. He was obviously surprised by Zhao Zhuojie's hard work.In addition, he also noticed some advanced security devices in the house. Obviously, this self-recommended person is really an expert. In addition, he also noticed that Zhao Zhuojie had a Rolock G25 on his waist, which didn't look like it was used to scare people.

When he sat down with a cup of instant coffee in front of him, although he thanked him, he didn't intend to pick it up and take a sip. Obviously, the instant coffee didn't fit Mr. Perfect's style.

Seeing the two people sitting opposite, Mr. Perfect Victor glanced at Bai Yan casually, and said to Zhao Zhuojie: "Now we will talk about the relevant case, can I ask this Mr. Bai Yan to leave?"

Zhao Zhuojie shrugged: "No, he is with me. He knows everything I know. He will always be with me to assist in the investigation this time."

Mr. Perfect frowned again, but in the end he still didn't insist on letting Bai Yan leave: "Why do you want to participate in this case, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

"Just think of me as creating momentum for the detective agency that is about to open." Zhao Zhuojie said foolishly.

Mr. Perfect obviously didn't take it seriously, but he didn't go into it. After all, Zhao Zhuojie had been investigated by the higher authorities, and there was no suspicion of this person.

"It has been two years, and the case has not been solved. The murderer is very cunning."

The implication is that your plan has failed.

Zhao Zhuojie didn't take it seriously: "It's okay, that's because I wasn't there before."

The implication is that you are useless does not mean I am not good.

This obviously made Mr. Perfect dissatisfied, and he couldn't hide the sullenness in his eyes, as if he didn't want to continue the verbal dispute and turned his topic to the case.

The answer he gave was similar to what Zhao Zhuojie obtained from a comprehensive analysis of the data through his relationship. The murderer was obviously a young man, and the targets he chose were artists who were gradually becoming successful. He was obviously jealous of the victims, and it was obvious that killing was life. loser.

The murderer chopped off the victim's hands, dug out the brain and eyes, and then sculpted the corpse in an act of offering sacrifices. Others looked like some kind of devout act of faith, but Bai Yan woke up Zhao Zhuojie—that Perhaps it is more contempt, the murderer looks down on the victim and is jealous of the victim at the same time, the victim's expertise is related to art, obviously the brain, hands and eyes are inseparable from art, but the murderer doesn't even bother to sculpt them.

In addition, the murderer obviously satisfies his desire for expression by committing crimes, so he sculpts the corpse, which is a self-satisfaction behavior, and the murderer’s modus operandi is extremely brutal, with the nature of humiliation and revenge. Most of the works are related to the devil and hell , but the murderer is obviously very satisfied with the work, and is extremely subjective, and will not look at the truth from an objective perspective.

In addition, Zhao Zhuojie is concerned about the evolution of the murderer, starting from the only exception, the victim Jim-Taylor.

When talking about Jim-Taylor, Zhao Zhuojie paid special attention to Mr. Perfect's expression. Obviously, the other party also expected to mention this special case, so he didn't show too much surprise, but his expression was obviously fixed, not indifferent - after all It was a matter of blood, and a tragedy.

Jim-Taylor, a college student studying art, was discovered by his brother Victor-Taylor during the victimization process. Although the murderer finally knocked down Victor and took Jim away, the established criminal pattern of the murderer has obviously been destroyed (there are already four people in front of him) victims, in the same manner).

Later, when Jim's body was found, the whole body was left behind. What caused the murderer to change?

Officials believe that because Victor-Taylor disturbed the murderer, the murderer regarded the prey as imperfect and gave up the prey.

After that, the murderer seemed to evolve, and his modus operandi became more proficient. This was a turning point, and the murderer became more difficult to catch.

Comparing before and after, the murderer is obviously more ostentatious, and knocking down a detective seems to give him a lot of confidence.

Speaking of the special case of Jim-Taylor, he was not a lucky person. According to the data, he was born with a lone nature, a low sense of existence, studied art, and his grades were not stable, and he just won an award before being victimized. The No.1 victim of the sculptor He also won this award, which was listed as one of the reasons for being chosen by the murderer.

What an unlucky kid.

"Now, I want to know about your family. After all, the murderer once entered your house to commit murder." And the bad baby is still a special case.

"It's been a year and a half." Mr. Perfect finally expressed his dissatisfaction thoroughly, with a very ugly expression: "The murder scene from half a month ago is still intact."

"Can't you just take a look? I think you must have missed clues." Zhao Zhuojie said bluntly: "You also know that before the murderer committed crimes in the wild, and specially chose remote places. At that time, he was very careful until after your brother ...he fell in love with breaking and entering, and the killing plan was bold and well thought out, and it's clear that he evolved from there."

Victor-Taylor couldn't refute, even if he was reluctant, and he specifically reminded: "My mother is at home, I hope you don't scare her."

"...Where was your mother when the incident happened?"

"Attending an old friend's funeral."

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