Love Killer

Gran didn't answer, and it took a long time before he said coldly, "It has nothing to do with you."

This is not the Gran in Feng Zhannuo's impression, this kind of Gran reminds him of those killers who have gone downhill, decadent and hopeless.

The result of this meeting exceeded Feng Zhannuo's expectations, he suddenly wanted to leave here, Gran returned to the table, and began to fold paper, one paper after another, the sound of paper was cold in the cell.

There were footsteps coming to the door, and the prison guard opened the door without saying anything, pointing to Feng Zhannuo, "Infirmary, this is the rule."

After coming out of the hospital and transferred to Rufus Prison, according to the current regulations, he must be checked first. Feng Zhannuo came here directly, and he has not checked his health status. He asked the prison guards to push him out, and Gran continued to fold the paper until When he was out the door, he stopped and stared at his back with complicated eyes.

The passages in the prison are very long, in order to prevent the prisoners from escaping, the long corridors are separated by doors. Feng Zhannuo found that he was not taken to the infirmary, but an office. Usually the person inside should be the warden.

But this time it was two people. The bloated middle-aged man should be the warden. Fieston was opposite him. The two seemed to be talking. Seeing Feng Zhannuo appearing, the warden stood up, "You want to ask questions The prisoner is here, and it's almost time for me to get off work. If there is anything else you need to tell me, someone will watch at the door."

"Thank you for your cooperation." Feston shook hands with him, looking businesslike, without looking at Feng Zhanuo at the door.

If it wasn't for Feng Zhannuo being in a bad mood, he would have laughed at Fieston. The warden left, and there was no one else in the office. Seeing the expression on his face that was about to smile, Fieston approached him. Give him a glass of wine.

"Really? I'm recuperating. Give me whiskey?" He raised his eyebrows and drank it down without waiting for Feston's answer, so that even if someone regretted giving him this glass of wine, it would be too late.

"I know you need it." Feston took the cup away as if he knew it very well.

The hot taste was burning in his throat, and after adjusting his sitting posture, Feng Zhannuo breathed out, and Feston stood in front of the desk, "I asked about Drem Gran, before you told me that he was detained in I did some research after here, and this Rufus Prison kills a few people every year..."

"You mean", Feng Zhannuo leaned out, his eyes flashed.

"He is a professional killer in this prison, and the price is everything he needs, including drugs." As long as Feston wants to investigate, with his contacts and current identity, he can easily find out.

He looked at him regretfully, "He is not the Gran you are familiar with, he is John Leonard now."

The reason why he doesn't go out is because there is everything he needs here. Gran is addicted to drugs and has given up the outside world. Like the prisoner called Old Dog, he has become accustomed to this isolated world.

Feng Zhannuo knew what Feston was going to say, and he sighed long and hard while staring at each other silently, trying to relax himself and get rid of the heaviness in his heart, "What should I say, in fact, I have thought about it a long time ago This possibility, but..."

"It's another thing to see it with your own eyes." Feston understood his feelings very well. He lifted him up from the wheelchair, saw the blood stains on the back of the prison uniform, and frowned fiercely, "I don't know what to do. What did you say, in just ten minutes, how could you make yourself like this?!

"What is it like?" Feng Zhannuo didn't feel anything, and suddenly he was thrown on the sofa by Feston, with his back facing up, his skin touched the air, and he felt a chill, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Check your wound, otherwise what else can you do?" Feston replied angrily, but his movements were very light, "Even if you want to do something now, you can't bear it, look at your back, the stitches have been opened by you. "

Fieston's side face was very serious, tense, a little gloomy, and his tone was bad, but it didn't hurt much when he wiped the wound with disinfectant. Under his cold expression, there was another kind of softness, Feng Zhannuo Let yourself relax as much as possible, and wrap the bandage around after applying the potion.

"I will break your legs sooner or later, so that you can't walk around and cause trouble for me." Feston's joke was very bad, Feng Zhannuo chuckled, "You asked for it."

After the last lap was wrapped, he turned around and pulled Feston down, Feston faced him with a stern face, "I asked for it, don't think you can take advantage of it, from now on your actions will be subject to my responsibility." Supervisor, I will know whether you are alive or dead!"

"It seems that you haven't forgotten about that day." Feng Zhannuo immediately understood that he was thinking about that day again, "Why don't you think about it, if it were you, you would do the same."

"I won't." Feston denied it, glanced at Feng Zhannuo, and pulled his clothes again, "If something happens to me, I hope you will be the first to know, I believe you have the ability It’s better to live with the consequences and know the truth than to live your life with impossible hopes.”

Walking to the table, Feston poured himself a glass of wine. His straight back was as tense as his face, as if he had turned into a block of iron. This stiffness would only change when Feng Zhannuo was in front of him. into relaxation.

He poured a lot of wine and drank a few sips. It seemed that he hadn't come out of the haze yet. Feng Zhannuo stood up slowly while supporting the sofa, "I promise you, I won't wash my hands."

Feston suddenly turned his head, "Say it again."

There seemed to be a fire rising on his body, and Feng Zhannuo made a decision, "I said I was going to wash my hands and quit. I will do some finishing work later, and I will lose a few favors, and..." He touched Chin, looking at Feston, "You should also have a lot of things to deal with, we can't just quit and leave."

Feston stood there looking at him for a long time, his eyes seemed to penetrate his body, and suddenly walked towards him a few steps, "You will regret telling me your answer here!"

Hugging Feng Zhannuo tightly, this fierce kiss made people breathless, but the other party was not a character who wanted anything, Feng Zhannuo kissed Felston back, not to be outdone, and grabbed his thick black hair.

There is no doubt that Feston is good at controlling emotions. It is certain that Ghost Slayer has always known what self-restraint is, but at some point a string suddenly broke.

Feston waved away the things on the desk, pressed Feng Zhannuo on the table, touched the bandage with his hand that reached into his clothes, and pinched his shoulder, "Tell me, can you do it? If not..."

"Don't ask nonsense, what are you going to do if I say no?" Feng Zhannuo raised his eyebrows, turned his head and took a breath.

He still couldn't make big moves, and his legs were a little weak. Fieston pressed his palm on his shoulder, avoiding the wound, as if nailing his whole body to the table, and pulled down his trousers, "You It's useless to say no, I won't let you go this time!"

"...You have to pay the price for your actions, give me—" Biting his ear, Felston's scorching breath kept arousing the heat on Feng Zhannuo's body, the burning between them was always very fast, sometimes It's just that momentary.

However, there was never such a ridiculous situation. The door of the warden’s office was not locked, and there were guards outside the door. They had to lower their voices. Feston was very careful and gentle while trying not to hurt him. He frantically and wildly asked for his body's reaction.

Everything was going on silently, accompanied by the suppressed male moans, those little voices would eventually be swallowed by deep kisses.

If it had been changed before, Feng Zhannuo would definitely reciprocate courtesy and give Feston some enthusiastic responses. Unfortunately, this time there is not much room for him to develop. Holding the edge of the other side of the work, he raised his head and panted, his stomach Colliding with the edge of the table, his whole body stuck to the table.

Feston tried his best not to let his chest touch Feng Zhannuo's back, he bit his neck, and then gently sucked a kiss, making him turn his head, exchanging each other's saliva for a long time.

All the breaths were deeply suppressed, indulged in this tense atmosphere, Feng Zhannuo found that his and Fieston's reactions were extremely sensitive, the pointer on the clock pointed to the next hour, they had been inside for too long up.

Before the guards might knock on the door and come in, Feston let go of the zipper of his trousers and slowly calmed down his shortness of breath. They didn't even take off their clothes. Feng Zhannuo turned around and took the He wiped it casually with a tissue, pulled up his underwear, and took a breath.

Standing on the desk, he smiled wryly and frowned, "It seems that I have rested for too long."

"Do you want me to help you?" Feston walked up with concern.

Feng Zhannuo's handsome face was still flushed with lust, and his well-defined lips were very moist from the kiss. He casually threw the tissue into the trash can in the corner, and drew a beautiful parabola, "My waist is very sore."

Feston couldn't help touching his muscular abdomen, "Where is it sore, do you want me to massage it for you?"

As soon as his hand touched the skin inside the clothes, Feng Zhannuo grabbed his wrist and folded it forcefully, pushed Fieston onto the table, and blew against his ear, "I don't need it now, but I will need it later, You don't make excuses when I need you."

This is the ghost he is familiar with. Feston smiled and turned his head, "Of course, there is something wrong with that, but now is not the time for you to be brave."

Kicking Feng Zhannuo in the abdomen, he was about to step back, but the injury on his back was affected by walking, and his movements froze. Feston had been waiting for this opportunity, picked him up in the air, and put him on the sofa.

"Get a good night's sleep first, and we'll discuss about Gran when you get up." With no room for bargaining, Feston went out and told the guard that the prisoner inside was unconscious.

When he saw Feng Zhannuo lying on the sofa, the guard had a headache and asked if he was going to be sent to the hospital or the doctor from the infirmary. Fieston thought it was not so troublesome, and he would call the doctor from the infirmary to come back at this time It's too unkind to go to work, no one can die anyway, let's talk about it tomorrow, as long as he looks at him.

The guard immediately agreed. After all, the police who were responsible for the prisoner's accident during the interrogation process were also responsible. This is a matter of course.

Feng Zhannuo turned his face inside, and almost laughed out loud when he heard the conversation outside.