Love Killer

Why did he never ask? This is a good question. On the way, Feng Zhannuo also thought about it. When passing by a flower shop, he got out of the car and bought a bouquet of white roses. When he came to the cemetery, there was sporadic light rain .

There was no one in the cemetery. When he saw a figure from the back in the distance, he could not mistakenly recognize that the person standing in the drizzle was Feston.

He stood at the back of the village and watched Feston's back. He didn't move at all. Like Greg said, he didn't say a word, didn't tell, but he didn't leave, as if he was thinking about something, as if he had turned into a Tree bushes become fossils in the face of death.

Feng Zhannuo finally went up, put the white rose with rain on the tomb, and stood in the wind with Feston. There was already a bunch of flowers in front of the tomb, which were also white roses.

Feston was just as surprised by the choice as he was, "It's my mother's favorite flower."

"I just thought it was beautiful." It was an unintentional coincidence.

"It's very beautiful." The rain drenched Feston's hair, he should have stood here for a long time, Feng Zhannuo didn't know what to say at this time, Feston's mood will not be very good now, but Still asked him, "Why are you here?"

"Greg said." On the tombstone is the name of Feston's mother, Jessica Kaida. Feng Zhannuo is no stranger to this name. Feston once mentioned it once, when they first met.

"You didn't tell me that your mother's death day is today, of course it's because I never asked, because I didn't think about it... relatives and the like, you know I don't have a so-called mother."

"I know." Maybe this is Feston's way of mourning. After he answered, he stopped talking, and Feng Zhannuo could only be silent with him. In the silence, it rained heavily and drenched them all. up.

Time passed by, and Feston suddenly said, "She died in front of me, and I can do nothing about her death."

"So you keep silent." He suddenly understood what Feston was feeling at the moment.

"I come here once a year. When I get here, I always think about some things. You can see many things here. Death makes people learn to think, including between us... Sometimes I really want to just let go Letting you go, you know, because it's harder to keep you than to get you."

Feston's last words were like falling raindrops, slightly chilly.

"Then why don't you let me go? It's too difficult for me to be an ordinary person. I'm too far away from ordinary people. You are the one who knows this best."

Feng Zhannuo did not expect that Feston would admit that he had thought of giving up, because he was always so determined.

"Because I hate losing." Said frankly, while the water dripped down the wet black hair, Feston's hand was cold, he held Feng Zhannuo's hand, "Giving up is tantamount to admitting defeat, have you heard the saying Words, Veni, Vidi, Vici..."

"I come, I see, I conquer, do you really think you are Caesar?" Feng Zhannuo frowned unconsciously for Feston, who confessed his feelings, although he was making fun of him.

"Listen, I know today is the anniversary of your mother's death. You must be very sad, but I don't have time to be here with you in the rain. If you feel tired, you can tell me, do you want to give up? You can't be a lover and an enemy Maybe not bad."

"Impossible." Felston suddenly pushed Feng Zhannuo tightly to his chest.

Feston ravaged his lips hard, and Feston's lips were hot under the icy raindrops. He said in his ear, "Impossible, we haven't reached the end yet, and no one can get out of the car. Me and you, now we In one car, but I was the one pushing us all the way, it's your turn and you have to do your best or I won't let you go."

"Yes, I know, you tried to understand me, and you wanted me to understand your past, but I didn't do anything. This is not what should happen in a normal relationship, but we are not very friendly in the eyes of others. It's normal." Feng Zhannuo didn't want to argue with him now, and stroked the hair on the back of Fieston's head.

"You are in a bad mood now, I can understand, I promise I will get to know you well in the future, I promise." After finishing speaking, his voice was also slightly cold, "But frankly, I found that you let me know you without telling me. When I got here, I was in a bad mood.”

Feston raised his face, "It's not that you didn't do anything, you didn't accept the murder commission because of our relationship, and you paid a lot, but you never dared to stabilize yourself and stay in the One place for too long because you're afraid..."

"Joke, what's so scary about me." Refusing to admit it, Feng Zhannuo pushed his hand away, "It's raining heavily, and the wound on your head hasn't fully healed yet, if you don't now..."

"Tell me what you're afraid of." The wrist was grabbed, and Feston's strength was about to break his wrist. The brighter eyes in the rain seemed sharp enough to tear everything apart.

"Tell me, or you will come back to Chicago with me, and you are not allowed to leave my house. It will be your home from now on."

"You're not allowed to leave? God, kill me," Feng Zhannuo sneered.

"Okay, if you want to know, I'll tell you." He twisted Fieston's wrist with a backhand, using the same force to make him feel the same pain, and looked straight into his eyes.

"People who live with me will never find peace, but you are the representative of order, you are Feston, I don't want you to be in chaos with me, and I want to tell you one more thing, I am not afraid of stability, but I can't! Can't I understand?"

He sneered slightly, and suddenly approached, "Killing makes me feel 'normal'. I am a killer addicted to killing. This is a trained instinct. No one can change this fact. I don't want you to suddenly feel that all this is wrong one day. You are wasting time, you intend to change me, but you will find that this is my essence, you will be disappointed, Feston—” Feng Zhannuo couldn’t help gritting his teeth, “I don’t want to let you down, do you understand?”

He said it, took a deep breath, shook his head, and let go of Fieston, "Only you can make me worry about gains and losses."

Feeling how much strength he used to say these words, and how difficult it was to say them, Feston turned him to look at him, "So you would rather keep our relationship dissociated? For this reason ?”

"Isn't this reason enough? I'm not making excuses. You have seen my former companions. Their endings are not very good. One day it will be my turn." After saying everything, Feng Zhannuo suddenly felt ridiculous, he wanted to leave here, "This is a cemetery, we are arguing in front of your mother's grave, what is this?"

"She won't mind." Feston pulled him back, "I want to tell her here, you are not someone who I can let go of if I want to, it's beyond my own will, unless you simply tell me that we It's over, you don't have any feelings for me, otherwise I will never give up on you, and I will never give up on letting you live an ordinary life, even if it's just for a few days."

"I said that..." Firston grabbed his collar, "Listen to me."

"Being in a peaceful state for a long time will make people's reactions dull, especially for a killer. You can only give up." Feston expressed his selfish thoughts.

Feng Zhannuo narrowed his eyes slightly, but he changed the subject again, "But then I realized that I couldn't do that. If you die before you give up, that's definitely not my original intention, so it became I can only play games."

Then he went on to say, "Now, I believe there will be no day when you will not become like those people, you are not a loser, and you will not allow yourself to fail, because you are Feng Zhannuo, what do you think , will you be reduced to becoming a tramp one day? Or will you go snatch and steal?"

"I'll kill myself, it's so much easier."

Feston grabbed his collar, he looked straight into his eyes, at their feet, a few white roses bloomed among them, the faint fragrance diffused in the humid air, and there were a few traces of it The smell of blood, that is not a real smell, but an aura that cannot be ignored, exuding a cold and bloody essence.

Feston has long been familiar with this breath, "You won't, the situation you said can't happen, and I won't be disappointed in you."

He let go of him, and stared at him with sea-blue eyes, "That's because you didn't have expectations from the beginning."

As soon as the words fell, Feston's face tensed immediately, he rushed forward a few steps and pinched the back of Feng Zhannuo's neck, but his shoulders were quickly pressed down, the two sides looked at each other, and in the silence, the sound of raindrops fell on the tombstone On, there was a slight sound.

Feston slowly relaxed his strength, "I don't expect you to change anything, if you change you, you are not the unique Feng Zhan Nuo."

Gently rubbing his fingers on the back of his neck, if there was any comfort, Feng Zhannuo could see the white rose under his feet by tilting his head, and smiled silently. He embraced Feston's shoulders and slowly approached, "Do you want to I'll praise you too, that's only fair."

"You can praise me, but that's not necessary. What you need is me, so that you can not be caught by the police. You need someone to be your backing, and I am the only one." The words in the wind are clear The news reached Feng Zhannuo's ears, and he felt a little bad.

The situation was developing in a direction beyond his control. In front of Feston's mother's grave, he had no way to refute Feston's words, "You just want me to admit how important you are to me at your mother's tomb?"

Feston looked at him, he stretched out his hand, and the two clasped their hands. Before he could speak, Feston said seriously, "I don't need you to say anything, listen carefully, I want to tell you something now, Whether you are a ghost killer or Feng Zhannuo, I don't mind, name and identity are not important, the only thing I want is you."

I am used to hiding and pretending, but here, Feng Zhannuo has to face his true emotions, "You have finished everything I have to say." He kissed Fieston on the forehead.

"So I can only say something else, if you get fired from the FBI, or Al Qaeda kicks you out of your house, don't worry, you still have me, I don't want Caesar, nor Al Qaeda, pay me Ston is enough."

The killer who always regarded love as a challenge and a game, finally faced up to the desire in his heart, and the relative gaze intertwined into a big net, hugging and kissing in the tightened net, the humid air eased the atmosphere and diluted the relationship between them The smell of gunpowder, leaving only the temperature of a passionate kiss.

Compared with the cold rain, their lips and tongues were hot, their breath turned into white mist, and they looked at each other very close, and they laughed together.

It felt weird, as if a ritual had been performed just now, but in this place where death gathered, Feng Zhannuo felt unprecedentedly relaxed.

"I'm sorry, I never wanted to know your family, but now that I'm here, Jessica, your mother, I think she will like me." He said briskly, knelt down and pulled out a white rose , kissing lightly on the petals.

"I think so too." Feston took the rose in his hand and placed his kiss on the same petal.