Love Killer

"Hi, Gran! Are you here too?!" In the elegant bar, amidst the soothing music, a man's loud voice suddenly sounded, and he excitedly pulled another man on the seat.

It was a young man in his 20s, wearing a dark flannel jacket, and he didn't respond, allowing him to continue shouting, "Yesterday you were great, you made that congressman speechless! It's our place Best reporter!"

"But you have to be careful—" the voice suddenly lowered, and he reminded, "That guy is not easy to mess with."

"Thank you, I have a measure." The young man finished his drink, and a black Jaguar stopped outside the bar door. He looked at the time, "I have something to do at home, I'm leaving first."

Hearing him mentioning his family, the colleague stopped dragging him to drink, and slapped his forehead, "That's right! I forgot, what are you worried about with a grandpa like you..."

This sentence is inevitably a bit sour and envious.

Nelfie Gran, the newspaper evaluated him as a talented reporter, with the courage of a legendary hero, and wrote various news topics that could make the high-level officials intolerable.

It is a miracle that he can survive to this day, but everyone around him knows that as a blood relative of a certain political figure, he can indeed have the courage to expose some truths under the darkness, which is not something ordinary people can do.

"This has nothing to do with my family." Hearing what his colleague said, Nelfie Gran stopped suddenly, and he turned around, "Someone once told me that something is wrong, it has happened, but we cannot Take it for granted, so now I'm just doing what I think is right."

"You can't take mistakes for granted? Who said this, and who can teach you?" The colleague with a loud voice asked curiously.

Who was it? He got in the car, and the lesson in his memory was so impressive that it was hard to forget it.

The car was moving forward steadily. On the streets of London, the scenery was reversed one by one, and the memories became vivid. The memories buried deep in my heart were like a cloud of black fog, which was slowly fading away, but there were two of them. The figure of the individual has never faded.

Nelfie Gran, everyone called him Gran, and he had heard those two people call him that as his father.

Grant, his father had been a killer, at least until he died of illness, and that man was a killer, maybe he should call him uncle.

He remembered that man, including his half-naked appearance, which was hard to forget, of course, after all, he was once hated by him, and was once secretly envied by him.

That's right, it was envy, and he was able to face up to his own sexual orientation. Nelfie Gran could clearly distinguish his emotions at that time.

It is a mixture of envy and envy, plus the emotion of attachment.

He remembered the figure leaning against the door frame, with a lazy look, looking at him with a half-smile, loose trousers, smelling of sweat after exercise, and a completely different appearance from when he was wiping the weapon.

He would wipe various types of firearms with a cloth stained with gun oil, just like when he was doing physical training, he was serious and focused, with a slight coldness on his face, as if he didn't care about anything, but it was easy to make people Worrying that doing something without authorization might violate his taboo.

At that time, he was only seven years old and could only watch from a distance without thinking about anything. He just looked at that person, hoping that one day he would have his physique. Look at that person with more heart and enthusiasm.

Feston Al Qaeda, in his memory, this policeman is definitely different from the general FBI, and the impression he gets from him is also different from his attitude. He is always difficult to get close to, and always maintains a strong The sense of oppression, some cold, some daunting.

But even such a person will have such a passionate gaze, so obvious that you don't need to deliberately look for it to be able to find it.

"What are you watching me do? Pass me some water." Putting down the dumbbell in his hand, Ian Noy stretched out his hand.

At that time, he stood quietly by the door of his bedroom, looked at them, and saw Feston Kaida walking over with a transparent glass, "Come here."

But instead of giving him the glass, he tilted his head back and took a sip.

When he lowered his head, the water slowly flowed from between the tight lips, which wetted Ian's cotton vest. He sat on the chair, and he didn't resist, but welcomed Feston closer.

Ian Noye, the so-called ghost killer, he always smiles, even if the coldness of death lies beneath the surface of the smile, he always has a way of not being noticed, only when he makes a move, others will experience the essence of death.

Fortunately, he was only a child at the time, and he was not his target, but a passer-by living in their home, which is why the two occasionally forget that there is a third person in the family.

"Hey, the next performance is not suitable for children, let's change the place." Feeling the third party watching, Ian said in a low voice.

"Then go back to the room." The police officer with a hoarse voice took the killer's hand, and the two walked past him as a child. It was only later that he learned that this FBI had the nickname Caesar in the FBI. Known for his iron-fisted approach and hard-working style.

How could such a policeman have a killer in his family?At that time, he didn't have such doubts, and he didn't have the emotion when he learned about the greater relationship between them. He was just a child who had encountered misfortune.

Just a few days ago, he "accidentally" ruined their good thing again, for which he was taught a lesson.

Just as he was trying to do something to redeem himself, someone warned him——

"It's an exchange, there's nothing dirty or sinful about it, it's nice if it's voluntary, but it's a crime if it's the other way around... You don't have to do anything you don't want to stay Now you are safe, just remember one thing, everything you were forced to do was wrong, you can't take it for granted..."

The policeman next to the killer looked at him with a deep and serious expression, with a faint sense of guard, which was very difficult to detect. What should a seven-year-old child be guarded against?Looking back now, it might be his illusion.

But no matter what, he got a warning. He saw the light emanating from those falcon-like eyes. Even an adult may not be able to face it, but he didn't know where the courage came from at the time, so he went forward. .

Then he saw a flash of appreciation.

He didn't dislike this man who was always with Ian, this Feston Kaida, and his words became more and more important as time went by, and it almost became his creed. .

When he encounters every difficult choice, he will always think of these words. This man is different from Ian. He has a fearsome courage, but when he pays attention to you, he will convey a shock The power of peace of mind.

It might seem contradictory to be scary yet reassuring, but that's who he is.

And Ian also has his contradictions, he seems to be easy to get close to, and always gives people the illusion of being easy to get along with, but you will eventually find that he is actually far away from you, and his heart is always in a place that you can't touch .

He had heard Feston call him Zhan Nuo, which seemed to be a private name, and he would call him that when there were only the two of them, calling his name suppressedly, joyfully, and fiercely.

It might have been miraculous that the two had met, but everything that followed made it seem more like a prank from the hand of the devil. He remembered that it was not easy at the time, and there were many things going on.

Conspiracy, crisis, pursuit and arrest, it is difficult for him to understand so many complicated things at the age of seven, and he probably can't remember those things clearly. In his mind, looking back, there didn't seem to be any unusual waves, so plain that there was almost no reason not to forget them, but for some reason, he just remembered them very clearly.

It was a morning when someone had to go to the supermarket because there was an additional child in the family who was still under development. When Nelfie Gran got up, there was a big paper bag on the table.

"Fruit." Felston came back from his morning run, and as soon as he entered the room, he could smell the sweetness of all kinds of fruits. Of course, there were many things like vegetables, milk, eggs, etc. They used to buy a lot, but now Double the amount.

Seeing him raise his eyebrows, Ian dropped the car keys in his hand and explained, "If something happens in a while, we don't have time to take care of him, we still have to send him to Bob or Stephanie, if it's Bob , I don't think he will have time to buy these things."

He didn't shy away from it, so he said it in front of the seven-year-old child. Nelfie Gran stood silently aside, automatically peeled the banana in his hand, suddenly sneezed, and then stood there in a daze.

He was lifted from the floor, "You forgot to put on your socks, Neilfei."

The seven-year-old child's eyes shifted, and with his gaze, Feston saw another person's bare ankles. The room was heated, but the current weather...

Someone laughed nonchalantly, "He just learned the wrong object."

Throwing the child on the sofa, Feston shook his head. To him, Feng Zhannuo is certainly not a child, and he does not need his re-education. "When you catch a cold, you will know what regret is."

The killer just shrugged and smiled, "I haven't experienced any harsh conditions, my body is not that weak."

"You know this best, don't you?" The suggestive ending sounded slightly upward. He had already taken off his coat, put on loose trousers and a T-shirt, and then turned up the heating a few degrees.

Feston stepped forward and pressed his back against his back. There was really no need for anyone to worry about the body emitting heat. He kissed the back of his neck, and suddenly another sneeze sounded in the living room.

They looked at the sofa together, Neilfei held a half-bitten banana in his hand, and sniffed.