Love Killer

Will, who was outside the door, noticed something strange inside, and stopped ringing the bell, "Are you inside, Feston?"

He didn't wait for an answer, but he intuitively knew that there was someone inside, "I hope you're inside, I saw you on TV, I know you've been busy recently, I brought some food..." He paused, as if Gathering courage, "...I just want to say, I'm here to talk about breaking up with you."

His words were clearly transmitted into the living room through the door panel.Feng Zhannuo also stopped treating Feston's wound, and they looked out the door together.

In the summer evening, the curtains blocked the view, but the light could be seen vaguely. Will was sure that there was someone inside, but why didn't Feston open the door?He could actually guess the answer, because there was another person inside.

"I've been relying on you, I know that, but I think it's time for you to leave now, anyway, if I don't mention it, you will definitely tell me these things." He stood at the door melancholy.

"You are like the hero in my imagination, so I adore you and love you, it seems to be taken for granted, but when that person appeared, the communication between you, even the eyes of you...You look at him differently from me , so I know that you have always treated me with nothing more than love and care, that is not love."

If Will had to say this himself, Feston, the lover, could be regarded as a complete failure, but who is to blame? The glass is very thick, and the fragments are naturally not small. Fortunately, there are not too many fragments, and the wound is not serious.

Putting on some medicine and wrapping gauze, Fieston stood up, "Will—" He was going to open the door, Feng Zhannuo was about to go back to the room, but Will, who was outside the door, heard a familiar voice inside but stopped him, "Wait a minute !"

"I'm glad you didn't open the door, so that I can say what I want to say, and I may not be able to say it when I look into your eyes." Will smiled wryly outside the door, "Actually, sometimes I'm afraid of you , you must not know."

Feston really didn't know, and Feng Zhannuo was also surprised by this, and stood at the door of the bedroom.

In his eyes, Feston's fearfulness must be different from Will's. An opponent of this level will only arouse his greater interest, rather than "fear" in the true sense.

In the silent night, Will's voice was very clear, "You have something that other people don't have, it makes me feel at ease, but whenever a case comes, this reassuring power will become... very Uneasy, I know you are the FBI, and I have secretly inquired about you, others call you Caesar, you are very capable, and no one can compare with you."

"You want everything to develop according to your wishes. You are always used to controlling everything. In fact, there are many times when I don't need you to send me home, but you decide, and I habitually have no opinion... I We knew very early on that our relationship was not equal."

"You sometimes get impatient with me. I think what you need is someone who can stand at the same height as you, but unfortunately that person is not me." Will is very young, but his vision is indeed unique.

It was Will who formally proposed to break up first, which is a kind of progress for him, but the dignified Feston Kaida was abandoned by his little lover first, Feng Zhannuo was full of interest in his eyes besides emotion, even if it was just a physical relationship , Feston's taste is also very high, and he didn't pick the wrong person.

But what Will said next made Feng Zhannuo not very happy, "...I hope that person is not him, that man is too dangerous, your identities are destined to be obstacles, I don't even know his name, Does he have a name? I know he should be right next to you right now."

Under the warm yellow light, Feng Zhannuo stood at the other end of the living room, facing Felston. He slowly approached the door, and Felston took his arm, "Don't go out." He warned in his ear.

It's for Will's safety, and also for Feng Zhannuo's. The ghost should not be exposed to people. If Will knew what he did, he might call the police.

"That person has a special status. I think he won't stay for anyone. You can't keep him. I don't know if you are aware of it. You are not good at expressing emotions, and he looks like you in some places. Maybe Strong people have their own armor to keep them from getting hurt, but—unless you disarm, you never trust others, and you will never gain their trust."

The strength of holding Feng Zhannuo's arm tightened, and the two people facing each other in the room looked at each other, each touched.

Will couldn't help laughing when he said these words, "Actually, you told me this, remember, when you saved me, you made me believe in you."

It turned out to be Feston's words. Opposite Feng Zhannuo, those gray eyes, calm in color, contained all kinds of complexity.

"If you don't change, you will end up losing both sides. That's something I can't interfere with, so I can only say here, anyway, it will have nothing to do with me in the future." After speaking, Will put something on the ground.

"I wanted to have the last dinner with you..." He bought a lot of food, "I put things here, and... I'm about to graduate, there will be a dance on the day of the ceremony, I hope you can come." The invitations were put in a paper bag.

"After graduation, I will go back to France and work on the job I like. I thought a lot about it a few days ago, and I am here today. This is my last farewell." Will looked up at the stars in the sky, "Just take it as a job. Had a bad dream, had a good dream, and now it's over."

The so-called nightmare may be a certain case mentioned by Felston, because he saved Will, he will have dependence and admiration for him, Feng Zhannuo listened to Will's words, he felt unbelievable, he was actually listening to a The preaching of the hairy boy.

Will left, the footsteps disappeared, and everything returned to silence. Feston went back to his room and put on his underwear. When he came out, he reached out to him, "How long are we going to test each other?"

"Do you agree with Will?" He picked up the shards of glass on the ground, put them into a tray, and poured them into the trash can. When Fiston came behind him, he stopped for a while, and Feston walked up to him instead, "I I don’t want to lose both.”

"If you are not Feston Kaida..." made a hypothesis, Feng Zhannuo himself denied it first, this kind of hypothesis is meaningless, "Forget it, I accept the fact that you are a federal policeman, but you have to know, It's not easy for me to trust an FBI."

"Believe me, it's not easy to trust a killer." Feston raised his wrist, "I won't take this thing off for you for the time being, until we can trust each other."

Perhaps they should thank Will, outsiders can always see the problem more clearly than insiders, but regarding trust, it is easy to say, but it is not easy to do, between the experienced killer and the police who have handled countless cases , is even more difficult to form.

Opening the door, Feston brought in the food that Will brought in, many of which were semi-finished products, which were just right for two hungry people. When Feston was preparing dinner, Feng Zhannuo saw the card inside, which was Invitation card, a prom.

"Are you planning to go?" He scooped up a spoonful of mashed potato salad, and Feston handed him the paper towel, "As long as you have time that day."

"I can't imagine how you dance. What are you good at? Waltz?" Fieston's figure is very suitable for waltz, and his female partner will get drunk under his dance steps. The man opposite thinks for a while, "Actually, I have learned any dance steps. , this is a compulsory course."

"I forgot that the heir of Al-Qaeda Group must be good at everything." Thinking of his identity, Feng Zhannuo was not surprised, and the peaceful dinner time just passed.

The next day is not a rest day. In fact, even if there is a rest day in this extraordinary period, it will be cancelled. Feston still has to go to the FBI branch to handle affairs.

The overwhelming news reports outside are all about Tanbul's death. The arrest warrant for Feng Zhannuo can only be seen on the FBI website. Although it is already the information age, it is still the responsibility of the police to arrest a killer. , is still too far away for ordinary citizens.

Before going out, Feston touched his mobile phone, thinking of the silent call, "Don't you have anything to say to me?" He turned around, his eyes were sharp in the sunlight, Feng Zhannuo was leaning against the door, wearing loose clothes Pajama pants, "What are you going to say?"

Smiling to the sun, his smile is still so impeccable.

Feston had a feeling that something was wrong, and pushed him into the room, "Bob was your contact person, maybe now, how did you get in touch with him? Using my cell phone?" Maybe he took advantage of his absence Used when paying attention.

"Aren't you worried about finding everything on me? Don't get Bob involved." Feng Zhannuo pushed Feston to the door, "If you don't go to work, you will be late for work."

He was eager to let him go, and Feston, with his extraordinarily alert mind, was sure that something was wrong, but it happened more suddenly than he thought. A helicopter hovered high in the sky, rumbling and roaring over his apartment.

Feng Zhannuo's eyes flickered, Fieston suddenly raised his head, a machine gun stuck out of the window, and bullets shot at him.