Love Killer

During the period when Feng Zhannuo had an accident, because Bob was his closest relative, he had more conversations with Fieston than before.

He saw with his own eyes how Feston tried to save him but failed, and now he also saw Feston's calmness with his own eyes. He calmly asked him to shoot, saying that he could pay for his life.

"Some people are too proud, too proud to allow self-destruction, so they ask others to help, I'm not a fool." With a snort, Bob put down his gun, "If I kill you, that kid will never end with me, he initiated No one dares to learn from the fire."

He picked up the wine glass again, Feston didn't seem to care about his decision, and sat in the corner where Feng Zhannuo usually sat, surrounded by shadows.

"Are you going to sit like this? That kid Neilfei is the trouble you threw at me. Now that Ian has an accident, you have to give me an explanation. I managed to put him to sleep. You said that someone from the British side will come Pick him up, man, I haven't seen him yet."

Hearing Bob's words, Feston moved, "Someone will come within three days, and you can hand them over to them then."

"Ian is in prison. You still have time to arrange these things. You must have gained some benefits by finding the grandson for the big man in England. You did a good job." Bob's mocking tone angered Feston.

"I have other things to do besides worrying about him, and that's what he wants to accomplish! Neil is Gran's son, you know his friendship with Gran, and I'm doing this for him!" Bob saw He gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into the armrest of the seat.

"You didn't do too little for him, you think so? But why didn't you stop him at the critical moment? I hoped you could stop him from doing stupid things, but you couldn't, Feston Kaida , tell me what it's been like for you, Ian got caught and you're a cop, if I didn't think you really loved him, I'd suspect that you designed the whole thing!"

Bob knew he shouldn't take his anger out on Feston, and had said he wouldn't, but now he found he couldn't control it, and he already regarded Ian as his son.

"You want to know how I feel?" Feston actually laughed, as if it was a very ridiculous thing, "How do you say I feel, he is the person I care about the most, the person I love the most, now He was caught and sentenced to death, how can I feel?"

He closed his eyes, "When I had an accident, he said that my heart would stop beating, but no, now I know that feeling, my heart is not stopping, but I want to dig my heart out of my chest, Rip it to shreds as long as it doesn't hurt so much, I want to see him, if I can see him, I'll tell him I love him, I can't live without him, tell him all the shit we don't care about What the other person said, if I can see him, I will try my best to hold him tight, love him, and let him know how important he is to me."

Fiston stood up, "But I can't! Now I can't tell him the words or hug him, so it's all useless! I don't have time to tell anyone how much I'm in pain, how much I miss him, how much I worry about him , I have a lot of things to do, I don't have time to care about what others think of me, I don't have time, do you understand, Bob!"

His eyes glowed in the dark, with a cold light, "So don't come to me and say you want to kill me, I don't have time. I'm going to find a way to keep him from getting into trouble in prison, and find a way to make him have the ability to protect himself, He is in a prison! Prison, there are dangerous people there, not only him, I let him live temporarily, but what he faces is not only two years of probation, but also two years of dangerous situation, which is caused by me , I can only do this in order to keep him alive, you want to know how I feel? This is my mood."

Bob looked at Feston speechlessly, saw that he had finished speaking, then picked up his coat and slammed the door behind him and left.

His words seemed to be still in the air, as if they had condensed into substance, sank all the way down, and landed on the carpet, raising a haze of dust.

Bob was still sitting there drinking alone, but now no one came to stop him and take away his bottle.

The ghost killer still exists in reality and is still at large. Baron Macro Winters has resumed his low-key lifestyle and will not show up again. It is Corell Burke who was arrested.

But no matter what his name is, it is Feng Zhannuo who is in jail now.

Feston had said more than once that he would arrest him, but failed to do so. Unfortunately, Feston is not the only policeman in the world. Feng Zhannuo was finally arrested. After the trial, he was sent to the state prison, and Served with other criminals.

On the way to escort him to the cell, I heard that there were newcomers joining, and many faces appeared from each cell, young and old, black and white, with different eyes, and the whole floor shouted The sound came and went.

This cell is divided into two floors, the first floor and the second floor are only connected by stairs, and the upper floor can be seen from the ground floor.

Feng Zhannuo was in handcuffs, and his feet were also locked with chains. He walked slowly step by step. He wore the same blue-gray prison uniform as the others. When he looked up, people upstairs could see his clothes. Face.

After the hair is cut short, the clear outline is more obvious. Among the many prisoners, there are all kinds of people. Of course, there are also some with outstanding looks like him, but the people who come in are either downcast or angry. People are so nonchalant.

The iron gate of the prison was knocked loudly, but unfortunately, any provocative words had no effect. Feng Zhannuo followed the prison guards to the cell where he was going to be detained, as if walking in the middle of a banquet, with a natural expression.

Certainly he did not please some, and the yelling grew louder, a Negro banging on the bars of the door, and others followed him, trying to scare him.

It's a pity that this wish was about to come to nothing, Feng Zhannuo twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he was on stage amid applause, and walked to the second floor.

He didn't have the fear and anxiety of ordinary prisoners, nor did he respond with angry provocations. The atmosphere was a little different wherever he walked. The darkness is right in front of his eyes.

The shouts gradually decreased, and the prison guard who led him bundled up his hair for no reason, and his companion may have the same feeling, "like watching the silent lamb."

"It's a good thing he didn't have the crime of cannibalism." When he got to the door, the prison guard took out the key to open the door.

Taking off the handcuffs and shackles, Feng Zhannuo bent down and walked in. The two shared a cell, and he unexpectedly discovered that the person locked up with him was still an acquaintance.

"Man, we met again. What is this called? This is God's arrangement! You can call me Mason." The tattooed man without a hair bowed his head from Shangfu. Feng Zhannuo had seen him before, that The bald head who was locked next door to him at that time.

"Ian." Throwing himself on the bed, Feng Zhannuo looked at the tattoo on Mason's head with appreciation, "The last supper?"

"Cool!" Mason whistled, excitedly, "You're right, it's the Last Supper, and not many people have recognized it yet, you're the first."

"I have good eyesight." Lazily lying down, Feng Zhannuo let his mind go blank.

Leonardo da Vinci's masterpiece, Jesus and His Twelve Apostles, it is rare to see Jesus on the head of a criminal, but it is not surprising that Mason is about 30 years old, with very light eyebrows and a pair of The staring eyes are scary, and the tattoos on his head make his face look different. If his words and deeds are not normal, people who see him may think he is a crazy religious member.

Prison life began here. He followed the schedule step by step. When did he bask in the sun, when did he work, when did he eat, and when did he do things? I heard some rumors.

It was different in the dining room. Many people looked at him while eating.

Many people who will be here are serious criminals, but Feng Zhannuo's performance on the first day let people know that he is not a soft persimmon to be bullied, so far no one has dared to try it first.

Masson was probably the most curious one, and he was very direct, as if he didn't like to think with his head, preferring to ask his questions directly.

"You have been here for a few days, and you haven't said much. I saw that you have been exercising at night, but I said man, forget it. When you go out, even if you are in better shape than before, there are not many women. One look at you, after they know you've been in prison." Mason popped a mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

"Wait for me to go out? Don't you know I'm on reprieve?" Feng Zhannuo tried the mashed potatoes in his bowl, and it tasted good.

Ma Sen was stunned when he heard the answer, "...brother, you must have killed a lot of people."

From a buddy to a brother, Feng Zhannuo shrugged, noncommittal, and continued to eat, but Ma Sen's question was not over, "Will someone come to see you? You have to know who will care about your life and death."

"The person I'm waiting for hasn't come yet, maybe he's still angry." He put down his spoon and suddenly lost his appetite.

"Him? You mean 'him'?" Mason looked him up and down, and suddenly lowered his voice, "You're interested in men? Then you've come to the right place, dump the one outside, let me tell you , when you get here, you can suffocate people into..."

"I don't want to talk about him with others, and you are not qualified to tell me what to do." He has always acted indifferent, but now it is very different. He looked at him, his eyes were like looking at a bug, Mason exited Consciously stepped back.

"Mathan," and he called his name, "keep your mouth shut."

"Of course no problem." He raised his hands to show that he had no other intentions. Ma Sen replied quickly, his eyes kept rolling, and his gaze was still on him. Feng Zhannuo dropped the spoon and folded his arms, "You are interested in me." ?”

"No! No! Absolutely not!" Mason kept shaking his head.

Feng Zhannuo narrowed his eyes halfway, which made him look a bit evil, "Now I don't have that kind of interest in you, if I have that kind of interest and do it, I will kill you in a few days afterwards, just When this never happened."

Mason's expression froze again.

Feng Zhannuo returned to his original expression and laughed, "Just kidding, it was just a joke."

Mason suddenly approached, full of hope, "Must kill me? I won't say it."

The laughter just now attracted the attention of other people around, Feng Zhannuo didn't seem to notice it, "Unfortunately, the person I'm waiting for has an emotional cleanliness, although he didn't say it, and he didn't realize it, But I believe that if something like this happened, he would do it even if I didn't." Half jokingly, he couldn't help but imagine the scene when he said this.

"Will he kill me?" Mason pressed on, as if he really wanted to know.

"I don't think he will." Feng Zhannuo rubbed his chin, "He doesn't like to use this direct way, and his profession doesn't allow him to do that, but he will make you regret living, I understand him. "

"You know him? Then you know why he didn't come to see you?" Mason's words were too direct.

Feng Zhannuo didn't answer.

He wished he knew Feston as well as he thought he did.