Love Killer

"Hello, handsome guy." The girl with a cat face greeted him, and he took the wine glass she handed him, and followed her into the venue.

Covering most of the face, it is difficult to see the appearance under the mask. There is a Colt behind the waist. Feng Zhannuo walks like a casual artist. The casual suit is not conspicuous, and a black mask , the position of the eye sockets reveals a pair of eyes that will be slightly raised when smiling.

There were a lot of people in the venue, but he quickly found his target. Feston was talking to Will. He didn't wear a mask. Will was wearing a prince-like costume, which looked like Hamlet. Maybe there was a theater performance before the ball. s things.

Finding a corner to sit down, drinking champagne, Feng Zhannuo tried not to let his eyes fall on Feston, even though it was difficult, Feston's sense is very sensitive, maybe he will find his existence, for To avoid it, he turned to search for the beauties with enchanting figures in the venue.

But he couldn't concentrate, and he couldn't let his eyes stay on them for too long. Madonna's "Secret" was playing at the scene, with a swinging rhythm and a charming voice. Men and women released their enthusiasm on the dance floor, and everyone wore makeup. Feng Zhannuo wondered if they knew who they were dancing with.

Will hugged Feston, "Take care, I wish you all the best, this is my phone number in France, just in case, if you miss me, you can still call me then." He smiled Put the note with the number on it into Feston's pocket.

Feston kisses Will on the forehead, pats him on the back, "You're growing up, Will." Will joke with him.

"Everyone has to grow up, you are too much like my elder brother, and sometimes like my father, you are my hero, Feston, I don't know what will happen when I leave you..." Will said with a smile, But he still choked up in the end, "Nice to meet you, Feston."

This was the last farewell, and he hugged Feston with moist eyes.

Feng Zhannuo looked in that direction and began to doubt what he was doing here. He warned Feston to pay attention to his own safety and beware of Hecate. He not only ignored his warning, but also came here to attend the dance.

He should know that he might be following him, so maybe Feston deliberately let him see this scene, waiting for his reaction?No, Feston wouldn't be this boring, he'd be here for Will's prom whether he was stalking him or not.

After another glass of champagne and putting down the glass, he walked in that direction.

Lazy tunes, half of the face under the mask looming in the crowd, walking calmly, when the ghost no longer hides the figure, Feston quickly feels the sight of the other party, the interest, often smiling but always revealing With a cold gaze, even with a mask on, he can recognize the person behind the mask without fail.

Looking at each other in twos, sparks seemed to be seen through the sight of the crowd, Feston walked away from Will and quickened his pace, "Finally planning to show up?" He grabbed the target.

There was no ups and downs in the voice, but the force from the arm seemed to want to crush him. They met on the dance floor. At the same time, the song ended, and the sound of the new song brought a new crowd. It turned out that it was tango, some people shook their heads and backed away, and some were enthusiastic.

Feng Zhannuo sighed, "To stop you before you make a wrong decision." With a cold tone and smiling eyes, "Come to dance?" He stuffed a mask into Felston's hand.

The pale golden mask covered the handsome outline, two fake masks covered the two faces, but the heat beneath them surfaced the moment he put on the mask, Feston grabbed his hand and extended it downwards, He raised his wrist and clasped his palms together, shoulder to shoulder.

One is tough, the other is handsome, stepping, and elegant rhythm. When two men provoke tango in the field, the people around are all in an uproar.

Gay camaraderie is very acceptable to art students, but no one has ever danced such a dance in such a public place, but who cares at this time.

Feston's hand was on his waist, he came to lead the dance, Feng Zhannuo squinted his eyes slightly to feel the rhythm of the music, and following the dance steps, he could feel the breath of the other party, and his upper body was close, as if they were the only ones in the stirring music rely on.

Moving forward, the sound of the violin is calm and melodious; backward, the sound of the piano is violently jumping. Their figures are staggered, following the rhythm, sometimes getting closer and sometimes moving away, turning, and the movements of their feet are complicated and changeable, but the eyes that look at each other seem to be drawn by an invisible line Staying, never leaving, everything is ambiguous and misty.

Let go, evacuate, approaching suddenly in a rapid transition, he almost kissed Feston's lips, "Miss me?"

"What about you?" Fieston came behind him, and the two overlapped arms stretched out, and he took his hand down the side of his waist.

He pressed his hip, "What answer do you want?" Staggered, Feston held his waist, "I miss you."

The helpless and hateful tone was both an answer and an answer, Feng Zhannuo took a breath, as if a fire was burning in his chest, the intense rhythm continued, the people around him gradually dispersed, and in the empty space in the middle, everyone was surrounded by The song is overwhelmed by a gorgeous tango performed by two men, and they are the only ones dancing in the middle of the dance floor.

The sound of the violin tosses and turns, the powerful rhythm of stepping on the ground, the stress that keeps turning, and is capricious, but there is also a charming rhythm that dominates all changes. unchanged.

You move forward, I retreat, complex steps, straight back, focused eyes, dim lights around, he is close to Fieston's ear, raised his arms around his waist, and pulled him closer, "Okay, I miss you like crazy."

It seems perfunctory, but also real.

The origin of tango is doomed to be a dance of contradictions, ups and downs and struggles at the bottom, intense enthusiasm and tension and trembling all the time, as if one wrong step will lead to doom, and it is also like walking on ice, every step is dangerous, decide Watching your fate, staring at Feston in front of him, Feng Zhannuo's smile is difficult to distinguish.

The two moved away again, but they didn't let go of the hands they held. Sometimes they turned their backs, sometimes they clinged, paused, and then moved forward. This is a chase and a balance.

The fingers are entangled, bringing people back again, every step under the feet is perfect, the expression in Feston's eyes is stable, the blurred lights elongate the dancing figure, the person in front of him is like this tango, and will not be out of place in the crowd , but even more charming in dangerous situations.

"How many bullets are you going to send me? Run away and appear again—" He stepped back, Feng Zhannuo stepped forward against his leg, "I will run away? No, no, you are wrong, I just prefer fairness position." He was not a prisoner, nor was he a benefactor.

"The CIA's trouble with Hecate has not been resolved so far, and there is no need for the FBI to join in." The arm around Felston suddenly tightened, and he rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't think you will make a wrong decision."

"Have you ever tried, sometimes even if you know it's wrong, you're still willing to make it wrong." After staring meaningfully, Feston slightly loosened the arms around him, and then tightened them suddenly under a tossing and strong voice.

The two fiery chests pressed against each other fiercely, and the fingertips drawn from the palms would soon be caught back, and the steps back, and returned again after a few syllables, spinning, as if just to return to the original place, in the agitated In the rhythm, it is like a romantic song with a different tone, gradually warming up in the eyes of each other.

"It doesn't matter right or wrong, as long as I have the ability to control mistakes." Feng Zhannuo raised the corners of his mouth, showing a charming smile under the confused light.

A few sliding steps, the song is about to end, the exciting rhythm gradually intensifies, the steps, the eyes that look at each other, the movements freeze at the moment of embracing each other, the piano sound strikes the last accent, but the vibration of the mobile phone also sounds at the same time, Fei Stone's phone call.

The two slowly separated, and Piezola's "Libertango" finally came to an end. Only then did the amazed crowd recover from the tango. They applauded and crowded around to see who the two men were under the mask.

"What's going on?" Judging by the expression on Feston's answering the phone, something went wrong, Feng Zhannuo grabbed Will from the crowd, "Stop him!" Before Will could answer, he pushed him into the crowd.

Will became a shield and subconsciously followed what he said. Feston got rid of the crowd and rushed out of the dance scene, throwing down his mask. There was a strong wind outside and the sky was dark. He got into the car and drove away. He didn't even have time to ask him a question, but judging from Feston's attitude, it was not a trivial matter, otherwise he wouldn't just let him go.

What made him leave so eagerly? After much deliberation, there was only one possibility. With a sneer, he touched the gun on his back, and suddenly found that Colt was missing. It must have been taken by Feston while dancing. away with his gun.

After pressing a few numbers, his smile disappeared, and when the call was connected, "Faston——"

"I don't have time to talk to you now, don't try to slip away from me, just wait for me!" Feston only said a few words before hanging up the phone.

"Wait." He put away his smile, "I just want to tell you that it's not over yet, even if I want to leave, it's not now!"

"This is an FBI case. I advise you not to follow and go back immediately! Otherwise, when the time comes, your position—" Feston was coldly interrupted before he finished speaking, "Do you want me to deal with your matter?" Turn a blind eye?!" Feng Zhannuo hung up the phone.

After getting into the car, he galloped in the direction of Felston.