Love Killer

There's nothing romantic about the killer.

The top killer.

But now someone gave him a hug, it was a deep and heavy hug, Feng Zhannuo trembled slightly with his fingers holding the cigarette, and patted Fieston on the back a few times, "Hey...Caesar, this What do you mean, I'm fine..."

"Yeah, you're doing well." Feston's left hand still didn't let him go, and the other hand was still holding the cigarette, without refuting, just maintaining this posture, something in the air slowly settled , gradually fermented.

Feng Zhannuo really wanted to push him away, let a big laugh dissolve the depression at the moment, but Feston's hug blocked the voice in his throat, he just let out a chuckle in the end, the laughter was mixed with coldness, "Don't tell me you're sympathizing with me."

"Do you need something like sympathy?" Feston took a breath.

He saw himself in Feston's eyes, "Do you think I need it?"

A smile hides all the gloom beneath, and the shadows are always the deepest behind the sun.A killer doesn't need sympathy and pity, that's what he often bestows on the dead...

The soot fell into the air, and the gray-white ash drifted away, "Compassion is for the weak, I just give you a hug."

The person in front of him was an ultimate dangerous person, but Feston felt an unprecedented feeling for such a person, this feeling spread in his chest, he let go, "Didn't you eat dinner?"

"You always like to ask nonsense." Feng Zhannuo fell back and slumped on the sofa, watching Fieston come up, he pulled him out of the sofa, "It is said that I still owe you a big meal Dinner, maybe now is the time, let's go." He grabbed the suit on the ground and walked out first.

After he left for a few minutes, Feng Zhannuo walked out of the box. It was just a joke on his part, but Feston seemed to be serious, shrugged his shoulders, walked onto the street at night, drove the car Going out of a street, I saw Feston's car parked at the intersection.

The two cars drove into the traffic flow one after the other, as if there was an invisible traction in the middle, Feng Zhannuo's car followed behind Fieston, and the final destination surprised him a bit, this is not a restaurant or hotel, It was a place he was no stranger to.

Feston opened the door first, and Feng Zhannuo stopped the car at a far corner. He had done similar things more than once, tracking his target, but today was different, his target knew he was following him, and Like an invitation, he found the door open for him as he walked across the lawn to the back door.

"The ghost always hides his tracks." He knew his habits.

"Open the door for the god of death, this is the first time I have encountered such a prey that is not afraid of death." Feston should also consider their respective identities, Feng Zhannuo smiled at his thoughtfulness, and as soon as he walked in Feston Just pass me a wine glass.

Fine champagne, "Am I still your prey?"

"What do you think?" He took the champagne and drank it down.

The sea-blue eyes are as clear as the sky under the light, and the youthful and handsome silhouette always makes people guess what’s going on underneath. Feston is not unhappy for his provocative words, it should be said that this is a pleasant night.” What is in front of me is Feng Zhannuo, not a ghost."

He naturally came up and gave him a kiss, "Wait, I haven't had dinner either."

Feng Zhannuo had a strange feeling, "Who would have thought that a killer would have dinner at the FBI's house..." he whispered alone.

"No one would have thought that even I was surprised." Accident, this is Feston's feeling. To be precise, it is not only an accident, but also a surprise. The killer standing behind is like a sudden appearance The exclamation point suddenly disrupted his life.

"Maybe one day you will regret it, what do you think?" When Feston walked into the kitchen, Feng Zhannuo asked his back.

"What do you regret?" The back turned around, Fieston's short black hair set off his face, his facial features seemed to have been carefully carved by a sculpture knife, and every angle perfectly reflected his personal characteristics , Calm, courageous, and heroic, Feng Zhannuo is sure that in the entire army, Feston must be the most outstanding one in uniform.

"For example, regret inviting a killer to dinner, and what you said not long ago, you lost sleep because of him?" He gave two examples. He leaned on the door frame outside the kitchen and saw Feston take out two pieces from the refrigerator. Great steak, "And you're making dinner for him?"

"Now, no one knows whether they will regret it, but if they don't do it, they will never know," Fieston took out the butter and prepared the pot, his movements are skillful, "I want to do this, and what about Will may make you feel uncomfortable." If you are not happy, just take it as a little compensation."

"A younger brother who you'll sleep with—" Feng Zhannuo smiled strangely, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "You want to bribe me with just one dinner? Let me remind you, I won't pay you a penny. few."

"Of course the remuneration is okay." Feston smiled wryly, took a breath slowly, and didn't know how to explain it. He did treat Will as his younger brother, but it was also true that he had slept with him, and first took the things in his hand Putting it aside, he felt the need to explain the matter.

"Listen, okay, I told you that he is a victim of a case. He has no relatives, so he relies on me. Of course, he has some special feelings for me, and it happens that he also likes the same sex. I didn't refuse at that time. So like you know, I've always had that relationship with him, but that's about it."

"By the way, I haven't lost sleep over him." After saying this sentence as a supplement, Feston seemed very calm, and seemed to have a little helplessness. This was different from the phone call. This was the first time Feng Zhannuo saw What was his expression when he said those words.

On the phone, he was very calm, a little angry, but now he was a little annoyed. He also had this feeling before. When he found that Feston was different, he almost wanted to shoot him, and wanted to have a good time with him on the bed. Do it.

"Looking forward to your steak." Curling the corners of his mouth, he found a chair in the kitchen and sat down, taking a sports magazine with him.

The figure in the line of sight withdrew its breath, as if there was no one more here, Feng Zhannuo had no sense of existence, as if it was a real ghost, Feston reconfirmed his existence with his eyes, turned around and took care of theirs dinner.

It seems that every occasion and way they get along is unusual, or in other words, it is commonplace for others, but it will make people feel strange when it happens to them. For example, listening to the smell of steak in the same kitchen The sizzle is already very unusual. After all, no one can regard the FBI as an ordinary thing to make dinner for the killer.

But it did happen, just like their encounter on that rooftop, no one can predict, nor can predict the future development, but just like Feston said, no one knows now, but If you don't do it, you'll never know.

The uniform fat melted into the steak with the aroma of butter, and also melted into Feng Zhannuo's breath. He had never sat in someone's home like this, watching a figure from behind in the kitchen, waiting for his dinner to be served.

This kind of waiting is completely different from the waiting when he held the gun.

The air is quiet, with the aroma of cream floating in it. The creamy salad sauce should be cooking in the pot. This is ready-made, as long as it is heated. There are some chopped vegetables on the side. The man picked up the knife, and his movements were neat, so that the sense of disobedience disappeared without a trace under the knife.

The impression Feston gave him had nothing to do with the kitchen, but judging from his actions, he was very skilled, judging the heat, and flipped two steaks, "How well done? I like five points, What about you? Same?"

"As long as there is something to eat, I have no objection, remember not to take medicine." He made a joke, and he continued to hold the magazine, but his eyes crossed the boundary. When he saw Feston, he found that he was also looking at him.

The eyes meet in the air that smells of milk and meat, the sauce in the pot continues to tumbling, the blood of the steak gradually disappears, and as soon as the time comes, Feston puts them on the plate, steaming grilled steak, " It's time to start."

He walked towards him with a smile, and his hearty smile softened his resolute edges. Feng Zhannuo found that he was much gentler at home than outside. Maybe in his heart, Firston is a good man who loves family life, but at the same time he also Not to forget, he was also a government agent, the head of an ST group known as Caesar.

Spread the tablecloth, put two glasses of red wine on the table, and have a simple but sumptuous dinner. Feng Zhannuo would not be foolish to ask Feston if he did this for Will. He raised his glass, "There is red wine, There's steak and green salad, cheers tonight!"

"cheers!"

The phone rang suddenly at this time, and they glanced at each other, and the ringing continued. They regretfully put down the wine glasses that had just been knocked. Feston might have had a premonition that something was wrong, and his face turned pale before answering the phone. Shen, then Feng Zhannuo heard his answer, the call was from Will.