Love Killer

United States, Virginia, East Coast Prison.

On the fence outside the prison, the sky is blue, and the fence surrounded by wire is very quiet, like another world. On the way in, you can see the prison guards who change shifts regularly.

In fact, it is not easy to see Bob. He is a felon and sentenced to life imprisonment.

Feston may have expected this a long time ago, and made a few phone calls as soon as they arrived in the United States. A few hours later, Feng Zhannuo was already standing with him on the aisle of the prison.

It was not the first time for them to come to this kind of place, "Are you ready?" The meeting was informal and would not even be recorded. On the way to the special cell, Feston stopped and asked him.

"I don't know if there is anything I need to prepare." With his hands in his pockets, Feng Zhannuo seemed to be here to enjoy the scenery, "Let's go and meet old friends."

His tone was light, but judging from his slightly heavy footsteps, Feston did not think that his mood was as calm as he appeared.

"Follow me." After shaking Feng Zhannuo's hand, Feston led the way.

Apparently they had greeted each other long ago, and they went all the way without hindrance until they reached the door of the cell, where Bob was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Compared with the appearance in memory, Bob looked a bit haggard, his gray hair was a bit messy, he seemed to have not woken up from his sleep, his face was slightly yellow, and when he saw the two people appearing at the door, his eyes suddenly widened, "...It's you guys?!"

He jumped off the bed, staggered a little because of the excessive movement, walked to the cell door and carefully looked out through the iron bars, "How could it be you?! Why are you here?!"

The two people in front of him were no longer the young people he remembered, and many things had changed with the passage of time. Bob's expression became complicated, "...It seems that Samantha is bothersome."

"I don't want to collect the body for you, Bob." His tone didn't change from before, Feng Zhannuo looked at the old man inside through the iron fence, and it was hard to describe how he felt about Bob.

Is he his enemy?Or benefactor?Or a friend?

"How are you all these years?" He asked inside and outside the cell, Bob rubbed his hands, smiled, and replied, "It's nothing good or bad, you've seen it all, this is retribution, God closed the door for you A door opens a window, I don't think the window opens in the right place, I didn't die from someone else's bullet, but I would have died from alcohol."

"This sentence is not used in this way." Someone opened the cell door, Feston let Feng Zhannuo in and said, but Bob shook his head inside, "Don't come in, no matter how you came here, this place is not suitable for you place."

He waved his hand and stared, "Let's go, have you forgotten what I did?"

"I won't forget, in fact, if it wasn't for your help to me, I would have given you a bullet to fulfill your wish." Said without emotion, Feng Zhannuo did not go in as he wished , the iron door has been opened, and the loose iron door creaks. The window outside the prison door shines in sunlight, while the inside is half-shrouded in shadow.

"But I'm a person with clear grievances and grievances, so why don't you just pay off what you owe me slowly, how about it?" His tone changed, he snapped his fingers, smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Before then, don't think about it. Dead, Bob, and if you think you'll be able to repay me by going to jail for me, then I'd say you're wrong, it's just doing it to make things easier for yourself."

"Sure enough, it's Ian the ghost. I don't do business at loss." Old Bob was not angry, but laughed, "Yes, yes, this is indeed the Ian I know, that kid always smiles and puts on a cold look , In fact, he is a guy who loves to worry."

Feng Zhannuo smiled, "Worry? I don't care about other people's life or death. If you want to die, you'd better not die here. I hate coming to prison to collect your body."

"Bob, I just want to ask you, do you want to come out?" Felston said suddenly, and this sentence seemed to set off a wave of anger.

It made the other two people quiet, Feng Zhannuo was just a little surprised, but Bob was completely surprised, "Get out?"

He repeated in a low voice, then glanced at Feng Zhannuo, "Forget it, that's how I live when I go out, it's not bad here, I have food and drinks, and when the weather is good, I can find someone to play chess with."

"I remember you weren't very good at it." Chess wasn't for Bob.

"It's not very good." Bob could only admit, and answered the words in a rough voice, recalling the scene of playing chess together when they were bored.When did that happen? He glanced at Feng Zhannuo again.

"You have become a little different from before." He said so suddenly, and the person involved couldn't understand.

"What's different? Better, or worse?" He leans toward the former.

"The worst is the white ghost. Compared with him, you have chosen another path." Seeing Feng Zhannuo in front of him was like seeing the white ghost back then. Bob knew very well that if it wasn't for Feston The appearance of Al Qaeda, Ian Noy, the most outstanding killer of the younger generation, may not be without the possibility of becoming the second white ghost.

And now, there was still a sense of menace hidden under his smile, but something had changed, something was different, maybe the influence of another man.

"The white ghost has long been a dead man." Hearing him mention the white ghost, Feng Zhannuo raised his eyebrows.

Feston looked at the ground thoughtfully, "Don't forget that he is our teacher, Zhan Nuo, I think his death is too simple."

"You mean he's not dead?" Turning to Feston, Feng Zhannuo snorted, "It's not that I haven't thought about this possibility, but we've long confirmed that the charred corpse is his, and he died, in the At our guns, the body was destroyed in the fire, unless he could be brought back from the dead."

"This joke is not funny at all." Bob coughed a few times, "But believe it or not, I heard that there is such a person in the world, and there is no such thing as death in his life. The legend I heard when I was a child..."

"We're not here to listen to your stories, Bob." Feng Zhannuo was not interested in this topic, "Believe me, immortality is not a good thing."

"It will only make life lose the meaning of existence." Their views are always similar, and Feston has no intention of continuing this topic. He doesn't care whether Bob is willing to see them or not, so he goes straight into the cell, "You just mentioned To the white ghost, what does it mean that Ian chose another path?"

It’s just that the reason he’s not interested in legends is that they have nothing to do with them, and he pays more attention to the details related to Feng Zhannuo, “Bob, make your words clear.”

"Anyway, he's dead, so I don't think it's a problem to say it." His partner in the prison wouldn't chat with him like this. Bob looked at Feston's elongated shadow on the ground, and Feng Zhan who then walked in No, understand that "prisoners" have no right to expel people.

He frowned and recalled his past, "I said I knew the white ghost, didn't I?"

He didn't really need them to answer, "Maybe you don't know where the white ghost came from. The killer only mentioned it once. Regarding his past, you may find it incredible..."

Bob lowered his head and lowered his voice, "Actually, the white ghost was originally a chosen soldier, the government's best tool to solve troubles, just like the CIA once hired you, Ian..." There was a pause , his muddy voice has something else, maybe it can be called sad.

"The white ghost was originally a character created for the country, belonging to a special department of the government, but he will never be recognized, he is a ghost in the daylight, and no one will ever prove his existence. Back then he was so I said it—Bob, just watch, I will make them regret it someday!" Bob sighed as he recalled.

"He did it. He broke away from the control of the upper echelon. He only did what he liked, and he would not accept any entrustment that he didn't like. He was the one who was in control, the one who had the power. He wanted to prove this, and he did that. "When Bob said this, Feston couldn't help but think of someone.

This sounded so similar to the people around him, Feston looked back, Feng Zhannuo obviously thought of something, something flashed in his blue eyes.

"The white ghost is too confident. He believes in his own power. There is no one he can't kill. His arrogance also led to his later results. Remember my evaluation of him at that time. He is a madman, a murderer, but He was not that kind of person before. It can be said that the murderous white ghost is very different from the white ghost in my impression. I think his temper has also changed. Of course this is my guess. I think he is gradually losing control The desire to kill, because he likes the feeling of being in control ... like I'm addicted to drinking, except he is addicted to killing."

"He got lost, like a lot of alcoholics, and maybe tried to control himself, but couldn't stop, so he chose that path." After thinking a lot in prison, Bob concluded, "White ghost, he committed suicide .”

The silence in the cell was only the sound of Bob's heavy breathing. Feng Zhannuo and Fieston didn't show much surprise. When they heard Bob start to narrate, they had already guessed the ending.

"He ended his history, death is the best relief." Not knowing how he got it, Bob pulled a flagon from under the pillow.

Feeling two gazes passing by, he quickly screwed the lid on again, and looked at Feng Zhannuo, "You made a different choice, Ian, your luck is good." Bob's eyes turned to Feston.

"Are you addicted to killing? I'm not sure if I hadn't met Feston, I would have become the second white ghost. We'll never know." Feng Zhannuo kicked open the concealed cell door and walked out. "Because everything has already happened."

"But I know." Feston was still in the cell, "You won't be the second white ghost, never will be."

As he was walking, Feng Zhannuo curled his lips, "More confident than myself?"

"I'm sure." Feston took his fingers and kissed them lightly, "Because we will definitely meet."

It was still afternoon when they left the prison, as if they had never been here before, the two of them walked out of the gate quietly.

When Feng Zhannuo returned to the car, he glanced at the building behind him, "It shouldn't be too much trouble for you, right?"

"If you don't think about Bob's reaction, it's really not a problem." After closing the car door, Feston started the engine and turned on the radio switch. At the same time as the music, an explosion sounded in the open space inside the wall.

The siren kept sounding, and in the confusion Bob found that someone had brought in a corpse wearing the same numbered prison uniform as him. Then he was carried out of the cell by two people, and another explosion sounded in the cell behind him.

Bob suddenly understood.

"Those two bastards! I don't want to go out! Damn it, I said I don't want to go out! Just let me die here-damn it! Damn it!" Nobody paid any attention to him. Bob struggled, blushing, and was thrown into a In the car, the mouth is still shouting.

"Who said I'm coming out? Let me go back! Send me back! Damn! Stop! Stop! Send me back to the damn prison!" He yelled and kept cursing, but his flushed face seemed to be infected Eyes, while yelling, "Damn!" He wiped the red eye sockets vigorously, and murmured, "Damn, hell, those two bastards..."

The old man covered his face, there were traces of moisture through his fingers, "Those two bastards..."

The breeze outside the window blew into the car, and on the blue sky, the sunlight refracted through the glass windows onto his wrinkled face. He was free, truly free. Bob cried and laughed, took out the jug, A metallic-colored throwing arc streaked across the air.

"Go back?" On the other side of the car, he was holding the steering wheel, and Fieston's other hand was holding Feng Zhannuo's. Hearing his question, someone answered with a smile, "Why not?"

"Switzerland, there are hot springs and shooting ranges waiting for us." Lifting his hand that is used to holding a gun, Feston kissed the back of his hand and stepped on the accelerator.

There was a gust of wind blowing in the sun, the wheels of the car were rolling, and the radio was still playing Madonna's song, which was a smash hit a few years ago. Feng Zhannuo pulled his messy hair and hummed. Feston looked at him with a smile, and soon Join in too.

Thingshaven't been the same

Since you came into Tomylife

You found away to touch my soul And I'm never, ever, ever gonna let it go Happiness lies in your own hand...

...Something'scomin'over,mmmmmm...Something'scomin'over,mmmmmmSomething'scomin'overme...

(Finish)