Love Killer

Feston took a few men with him. He remembered the name of this bar, Red Lips. It was not a particularly attractive name, but for some reason, he always remembered that as long as the information about ghosts had been deeply imprinted in in mind.

"The ledger records Adam William's purchase channel. Apart from Chuck being his supplier, his arms seem to have other sources. The guns we brought back from Las Vegas... Boss You're right, their numbers are indeed on the record." Jonathan whispered cautiously, paying attention to the people passing by.

"Chuck wants to get the account book because he wants the list of customers, and by the way, he can receive supply channels from Adam and expand the site. The person who stole the account book is probably also for this purpose." Derek really doesn't want to admit that someone inside the FBI may be The ghost, "Jonathan, do you think it's possible that someone got into the FBI?"

There are people who can do this, Jonathan nodded, "It's not impossible, so let's go here to find other people related to Adam, and find out who else Lilith has met with. , Adam always takes her with him when he goes out."

"As far as I know, don't look at the inconspicuous appearance of this bar. Sometimes there are some unusual people here. Look at this person," Hans pointed in one direction, "That's a well-known scammer, although there is no evidence , and there, looking at your two o'clock direction, that fat man, you would not think that he is such a famous thief, I guarantee he can even steal your underwear-"

"Why not your underwear?" Jonathan screamed, his voice drowned in the music.

Several people chatted in low voices and spread out. Feston did not join their conversation from the beginning to the end, and they had long been used to it. After getting a nod from the boss, they dispersed, and the shaking lights elongated the figures one by one. Felston hadn't moved since turning around.

He is undoubtedly very conspicuous. Under the influence of alcohol, most people immerse themselves in this atmosphere. Only one man looks around with his alert eyes that are completely incompatible with this occasion. If he is not so tall and fit , and another face comparable to an actor, maybe it won't be so noticeable.

Feston has long been used to this kind of staring, but among the many sights, there is a vague direction, which reminds him of a person, and he can't help guessing while raising his vigilance. Could it be such a coincidence?

That sight was fleeting, but the feeling of that glance was too strong, not many people could give him this sense of crisis, most of them had already been thrown into prison by him, and each of them was a well-known wanted criminal in the country.

Except for one person.

He has never believed in illusions. He has found the source of his line of sight, and he has been prepared for a long time, but the person who caught his sight still made him unsure for a while. That person was sitting in the corner, holding a wine glass like everyone else, The casual dark gray suit was purple-gray with a little blue light under the light. He should have seen him, but his eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger.

ghost--

Without a smile or nervousness, just like looking at an unimportant person, Feng Zhannuo looked at Feston again.

I don't know if this is called evil fate, if he doesn't come to this bar tonight, maybe he won't meet Feston again.

It has been about a week since the last meeting. During this period, Feston did not think about what it would be like to meet Feng Zhannuo again. Most of the time, he only had the case in his mind, but once he remembered, all the details, all the images, all the vague things The thoughts became clear, this ghost-like killer occupied all the space in it.

He could start to imagine the scene of the goodbye now, but either way, it shouldn't be such a peaceful scene.

The ghost was like when he didn't exist, he clearly saw him, but he took a sip of his wine and turned his eyes elsewhere.

Feston frowned, and walked up immediately. No one could ignore his approach. Feng Zhannuo couldn't help frowning as he watched him walking towards him. What else does the FBI want...

"Hi——" A pretty good-looking woman put her shoulders on his shoulders, and the meaning in her eyes was very clear, "Isn't it boring to be alone? Is there no one to accompany you? Let me guess what you do , you guessed right, you buy me a drink?"

Feng Zhannuo turned his attention to the beautiful woman in front of him, looked him up and down, and said with a smile, "You can start guessing now." He was very interested in what other people would guess about his occupation.

"I guess... are you in the financial industry, an investment manager? Or a model?" Feng Zhannuo laughed at the beauty's guess. When he smiles, it's easy for people to like him. With an extraordinary style, he snapped his fingers at the bar and said, "Have a glass of sherry, buddy!"

Fieston passed the bar, took the glass of sherry, and stuffed it into the woman's hand, "You can leave, miss." Then he looked at Feng Zhannuo, "Long time no see."

His expression didn't match this greeting, and there was a sense of dissatisfaction on his cold and resolute face, as it should be. Feng Zhannuo believed that no FBI would be happy to meet a killer when he went out.

"I thought we would have nothing to do with each other in the future." Putting the empty wine glass in his hand aside, Feng Zhannuo leaned on the sofa leisurely, and then Feston sat down beside him, "I'm afraid it will be very difficult." . ” According to the respective positions of the two of them, it is impossible to reach the level of irrelevance.

Feston's tone and eyes were full of meaning, and the conversation between the two sounded unusual. The woman beside Feng Zhannuo sensitively sensed the tension between the two, and sighed regretfully, Holding the wine glass, he turned elsewhere.

Feston glanced at her, he knew that this ghost was not taboo, but he still asked, "What are you doing here?" Like an interrogation, he asked him.

"You see, of course you are here to have fun like most people." He ordered another cup of absinthe, the spicy and strong taste rushed up, Feng Zhannuo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, "You What are you here for? Investigate the case?"

He asked knowingly, the tone of the conversation was very cold, and he greeted casually. Feston always felt that this ghost was a little unpredictable, and now this feeling is even stronger, "As long as you are not here to kill people, I have nothing to do with you relation."

What he said was the truth, Feng Zhannuo smiled and took out a cigarette, "You are right, Team Leader Feston, so what I do here has nothing to do with you, I just don't want to sleep alone tonight, No entrustment this time."

The man who spewed out smoke was hiding an expression of impatience. Feng Zhannuo had never faced Feston with such a face. He did so, and the ambiguous atmosphere that had always remained between them seemed to suddenly disappear. Without a trace, the sly smile that once annoyed Fieston disappeared on Feng Zhannuo's face.

"What's the matter with you?" Feston couldn't help raising his face. This gesture between a man and a woman was either threatening or flirting, but Feston seemed to be doing both.

Feng Zhannuo waved his hand away and smiled, "You forgot, I said I don't have time to deal with the FBI, and you disturb my interest, even men understand, do you still want me to give you good looks? ?”

What he said was very clear, but Feston could hear it. It might not be the point to stir up interest. He and he are not dull people. Both of them had noticed something long ago. The best way is to avoid it. , which is good for them.

He should be thankful that the killer is always rational, and so is he.

Feng Zhannuo also felt that Feston should understand, and sure enough, the FBI looked at him for a while, then let go, "Which one are you looking at?"

Feston turned his eyes to the dancing crowd, joined the ranks, and kept this bizarre game going, pretending that they were just two ordinary drinkers who came here just for fun, but their shoulders were stuck close together, for This absurd encounter betrayed the real traces of the game.

The warm body temperature is close at hand. The emotions that have been turbulent in Feston's heart for a long time now suddenly calm down, as if he finally got what he has been longing for. of.

The ghost touched by him did not avoid this kind of contact, which is nothing compared to a kiss, but this slight touch at this moment is more intriguing than a kiss.

Ask him which one he likes?Feng Zhannuo glanced at their overlapping hands. Under the ambiguous light, the sighing sound drifted away with the smoke, ambiguous and indistinct, "It's a pity that I can't move what I like."

Glancing to the side, it was self-evident who he was referring to in his answer, Fieston quickly understood what he meant, and two clusters of fire seemed to rise in his eyes for a moment, "Don't say such things if you can't move, If you don't provoke me, I won't touch you either."

This is almost the most open and honest conversation between them. Although there are only a few sentences, there seems to be some kind of tacit understanding, and no further explanation is needed.

In this dimly lit bar, on this corner of the sofa seat, remove the barriers of identity, assuming they don't know each other, maybe they will do more, not just say hello, maybe kiss and touch more deeply, but mature A good man knows what to do and what not to cross.

Ever since we experienced the desert and the chase together last time, Feston had taught Greg a lesson and asked him not to get involved with people like ghosts. When he saw this killer today, he couldn't completely follow what he said at the beginning.

Feston felt that everything was under control, so he would listen to his instincts, but he underestimated this ghost, or overestimated himself. When he realized the attraction of this killer to him, he shouldn't Indulge yourself to get close, now it seems too late.

This secret sense of taboo was stirring his nerves all the time, even though he already had Will, he couldn't isolate this feeling.

Thinking of Will, Feston remembered that he hadn't asked him to come home for a week, usually he would look for him at least two or three times a week, but during this week, he was busy investigating the case and didn't think of Will. But the appearance of this killer often appeared in his mind.

"I'm leaving." There was no point in sitting down any longer, Feng Zhannuo stood up at this moment, "Change to another place so you can rest assured, Team Leader Al Qaeda."

An arm was suddenly grabbed, "You want to leave just like that?" Feston couldn't see any expression on his face hidden in the light, but he was indeed very unhappy, which could be heard from his deeper voice.

Feng Zhannuo glanced at the clasped wrist, "What if you don't leave? Do you want to go home with me?"

He looked at him provocatively, but Feston also stood up, grabbed his arm and walked to the back, "Follow me." That was the direction of the bathroom.