Love Killer

After experiencing a series of disasters, including those artificially created by a certain killer, Fieston recovered his spirits the next day, and of course his fever completely subsided. In Feng Zhannuo’s words, “Moderate exercise helps recovery. "

Because he said it with such an experienced air, Feston had to wonder if he had experienced this kind of "moderate exercise to help recovery" many times.

Under Feston's radar-like gaze, Feng Zhannuo dismissed the sum lightly, and asked a rhetorical question, "How likely do you think I would approach a stranger when I was injured, and then bring him home?"

"It's not impossible to be greater than or equal to zero, but it's almost impossible. You are a cautious person and very cautious." Flipping the hair on his forehead, Feston dug out a shirt from his closet and put it on.

In this small space, he could see the shadow of that apartment in Chicago, the same fitness equipment piled up on the floor, the same simple furnishings, weapons, medicines, computers, and books were essential.

"Are you still reading?" Feng Zhannuo shook his head and denied his guess when Feston pulled out a collection of poems, "It's not for killing time, it's a necessary study, if you think killing people is as simple as shooting a gun, you're wrong Now, you must learn to hide your identity, so you must learn everything you can, even if you only know a little."

"What about you, are you interested in this thing?" Flipping through the book in his hand, Feston didn't see any markings on it.

"Historical biography is okay, but you said poetry anthology? How likely do you think I am a romanticist?" Leaning at Wells' poetry anthology in his hand, Feng Zhannuo handed him the brewed coffee .

"Not necessarily, we did something romantic yesterday." In fact, he knew that there was no such possibility, but Feston insisted on saying that, took the coffee and took him into his arms.

"Then are you going to tell you to meet your parents next? I saw a lot of missed calls on your mobile phone." Of course he also saw who was calling, and Feng Zhannuo pulled out the gun placed under the table , "They won't like me, and I don't intend to like them."

The eyes that are always on the sidelines, the nimble fingers, the ruthless movements, and the people who are incompatible with real life, this is a ghost from another world, Feston smiled and held his hand holding the gun, "I didn't intend to Let you like each other."

"You are very protective of your family. I thought you liked them, but I heard that you moved out early to live alone, including tuition fees." Surprised by Feston's attitude, he handed the gun to He, Feng Zhannuo, took a sip of coffee.

"What else did you find out from Greg?" Feston added after finishing speaking, "You should ask me what you want to know, and I will tell you about me."

"I didn't inquire about it, he told me himself, including the date of your mother's death." Mother, this is a delicate word, Feng Zhannuo leaned on the table, "Maybe it's too straightforward to ask, but I remember you said she was Died in a robbery?"

"It's good to be direct. Now you are willing to know about me." Feston's almost complimenting words made people laugh and cry.

"Stop talking nonsense, you can start talking." Talking about this topic with a relaxed attitude, Feng Zhannuo didn't want the atmosphere to be too heavy.

Feston obviously understood this, and replied in the same relaxed and steady tone, "It was an accident, we were on the way back from shopping, it was a night, it was very dark, the robbery happened suddenly, in my memory That's how the shootout started, we were unfortunately in the middle, and my mother got shot trying to protect me."

What he can say now is very plain, but Feng Zhannuo can imagine the scene at that time. After the reverberation of Feston's words dissipated, there was a period of silence. The aroma of coffee surrounded them, and a bit of bitter aroma lingered in their noses. Not scattered.

"I understand now why Greg is in awe of you so much, because you have accomplished all the things that should have been done by your parents by yourself, which he couldn't do, which is amazing." Bitter, Feng Zhannuo suddenly found that he was wrong in thinking that Feston grew up in a happy family.

"It's amazing, just like you, we all know that it's not easy to learn so many things." Fieston paused, "But it's all worth it in order to stop that feeling of powerlessness .”

Closed his eyes slightly, opened them again and stared straight ahead, Feston's eyes were still so penetrating. When talking about the past, he was neither lost nor melancholy, and his steady tone fluctuated slightly, admitting that he also felt powerless.

A strong person is not a strong person from the beginning, but climbs up from failure. Feng Zhannuo understands what Feston said, "The feeling of being unable to do anything and powerless to change reality is really annoying." After finishing the coffee, "It's worth it, any effort is worth it."

Putting the cup away, he stretched out his arms, breathing against Fieston's neck, "This is not sympathy, you gave me a hug, and now I will give you a hug too."

The hug was very warm, Feston remembered the hug he gave Feng Zhannuo, embraced in silence, time passed until the aroma of coffee dissipated.

Feston's arm slowly moved to his waist, "We are going to lick each other's wounds like wounded animals, or you tell me now why you contacted Jonathan."

"Haven't you forgotten?" The arm locked around his waist remained motionless, Feng Zhannuo knew how serious Feston was, "I just went to find out the current attitude of the FBI, Fukov is an old fox, he won't I easily agreed to let you go back, according to Jonathan, the ST team is currently at a standstill, and most of the other members have been temporarily transferred to other departments."

"In other words, this special investigation team doesn't exist anymore." Feston concluded heavily and sneered, "This is Folkoff warning me that if he wants to, my staff will be permanently transferred at any time. Even if I go back at that time, a group without members will exist in name only.”

"As long as you can go back, the situation will be different. Jonathan thinks that the situation will change only if you go back. He hopes you go back." Just because he is the source of this situation, after conveying these words, Feng Zhannuo had to say more One line, "I hope our relationship doesn't have too much of an impact, you know, that tape..."

"Yes, that video, everyone in the bureau now knows that I was with a killer, thanks to McGarry, the video he took out also exposed your appearance." Clenching his fists, Fez Dun couldn't tolerate this mistake, "I should have thought that there would be camera surveillance there."

"I heard that you had a falling out with him because of me. This is another mistake of yours." And it was all because of him, Feng Zhannuo laughed at himself, "It is said that feelings make people lose their minds, let alone mine What two percent, you see that you have problems already."

"Yes, thank you so much for waking up. My judgment has been affected by my personal emotions. I already knew that you would let me fall." With a gloomy answer, Fiston raised his face. He knew but couldn't Stopping it is also a kind of helplessness.

Just above Felston's head, the transom window revealed the outside sky, the sky of Washington, the FBI headquarters, where Falkov lives, and the Al Qaeda headquarters office, where there are many people who want to meet him.

After resting at Feng Zhannuo's residence for a few days, Feston is not someone who avoids problems. He knows that he always has to face the people he has to face. Those people are his family members, including his father.

The only uncertainty is whether Feng Zhannuo wants to go together. Greg conveyed that someone wants to see him, but Feston doesn't think it's a good idea, "This is my private matter, between me and you If their attitude is to judge your value, I don't think it is necessary for you to go, as long as I know your value."

"Then have you ever thought that maybe I also need a chance to evaluate them? Is it worth my time to pay attention to it in the future? In case one of them offends someone one day, what should I do when someone comes to the door? Attitude, turn a blind eye, or simply let me give a bullet."

It's half a joke, half true, Feng Zhannuo put forward this hypothesis, Fieston stopped going out, thoughtful, "I won't let you guys have a chance to bump into each other, but what you said makes sense, you always Know who is more important and who doesn't care.

"Ha, this means that in the Al Qaeda Group, there are people in your family that you don't like." The temperature outside cooled, Feng Zhannuo grabbed the scarf and hung it around Feston's neck before going out, "I'm used to Any weather." "Then there is no reason for people born here not to be used to it." Wrapping the scarf around Feng Zhannuo's hand and letting him put his hand in his pocket, Feston laughed at himself, "I never thought of reminding a killer to protect own hands."

"Who made his hands feel dull." Feng Zhannuo fully understood his motives, "I thought there was no possibility for me to hold a gun."

"Don't pretend to be okay. You must not have forgotten that you, the baron, are still missed by many people. To be safe, I allow you to bring a gun." When the matter came to an end, Feston could imagine what would happen next. Tough battles to fight.

He got into the car first, "If you tell me now that you don't want to go, I won't blame you."

"But I will blame myself, it's just a little thing, I've been to any dangerous place, there is no reason to be afraid to see your family."

I also thought about whether it was necessary, but what happened to Feston was related to him, "Including the endless marriage plan, I seem to need to make an explanation, and I am also one of the parties involved."

Feng Zhannuo looked at Feston again, raised his eyebrows, and gave him a serious look, "And you can rest assured, if they hate me, I hate them too, I promise I won't kill everyone Light."

Stretching out his hand from his warm pocket, he stretched his fingers, amid Feston's laughter, Feng Zhannuo's cell phone rang suddenly, and he picked up the phone, "Stephanie, everything is over, what else do you need from me? "

"What did she say?" Feston touched Feng Zhannuo's stiff arm, "Your complexion is not very good."