Love Killer

Perhaps due to proper security measures, no accidents occurred in the following days.

A few days later, the hospital ward.

The curtains fluctuated in the breeze, and Feston was sitting on the hospital bed. He was flipping through the documents brought by Jonathan, "Looking at the records of your investigation, many people with suspicious identities have entered the country recently, and their direction is Chicago. Is this related to the killer who assassinated me before?" He raised his eyes sharply.

Jonathan avoided his gaze subconsciously, "Yes, we all think so."

"Do you have something to say, Jonathan?" The eyes hidden under the brows were unavoidable, and Feston's words had a strong sense of questioning, and Jonathan could only raise his head, "Derek is very hostile to ghosts. Now everyone We all followed him to investigate the ghost case, we read your notes..."

After finishing speaking in one breath, Feston's expected wrath did not come, but Lu Ran's deep expression showed obvious worry.

He was silent for a while, "Yes, I know."

This is a problem that will be faced sooner or later. Feston has long expected this day, and sneered deeply, "Let them be careful, ghosts are not easy to deal with, you can check yours, I will investigate the origin of the killer here, and I will definitely return it." Someone will come to your door."

Why doesn't he care at all?Jonathan was suspicious, "The boss didn't treat him..." He couldn't continue talking.

Feston closed the document in his hand and looked at Jonathan, "Do you think you can catch him? Tell me if you can or not."

The unstoppable gaze.

Jonathan replied subconsciously, "To be honest, I think it's very difficult. It's a ghost. You couldn't catch him when you were there. Now..." At this point, he was taken aback, and instantly understood what Feston meant. Already, "You trust him—" trust a killer.

The look on Jonathan's face was brilliant.

Smiled, it seems that he really doesn’t have to worry, Feston thinks that his subordinates should be worried, “He is a difficult opponent, depending on you, it is too difficult, as for Derek, he may want to be admitted to the hospital I have led the ST team to achieve some results, you go back and tell him for me, don't rush for success, and don't move on Hecate's side."

He is not afraid that they will do something to the ghosts, he admires the killer's ability, this is the highest evaluation given to his opponent, if Feston and the ghosts are still opponents...

Jonathan stared at the man on the hospital bed and cleared his mind, "I also sent someone to investigate the killer I met here, but before the other party continues to act, it is a bit difficult to find clues. You must investigate all the cases you have handled and find Suspects who may have resentment against you are progressing slowly, so you must be careful." In the end, he could only say this.

When he was leaving, a man in a white robe passed by him, and when he saw the man's face, Jonathan's steps stiffened immediately, and he stopped in place, "Ian Noye..." He said in a shocked tone shout.

The killer smiled at him, eyes that seemed to be cunning flashed across the closed eyes behind the glasses, a pair of glasses was added to Feng Zhannuo's face, he was dressed in a doctor's white robe, with a stethoscope hanging around his neck, even the The above documents are all complete.

Watson Housewell, that was his new name.

He passed in front of Jonathan majestically, and appeared in front of Fieston's hospital bed, "The doctor rounds the ward, and the others go out."

Jonathan was blocked by the door he closed, clenched his fist to knock, and then paused in front of the door. His colleagues on both sides asked him with concern, "Is there any question, Agent Jonathan?"

"What's the problem, I saw it with my own eyes—" Jonathan put down his hands angrily. Damn it, he couldn't say it out. Could it be that he wanted to tell people that he saw a killer enter Feston's ward with his own eyes? !That's still their murderer!

But it was strange that the person in charge of the guard did not stop him, "Do you know the doctor just now?" He pointed to the inside of the ward.

The two FBIs responsible for protecting Feston nodded, "Of course, he is a new doctor. I met him downstairs a few days ago. He is very good at dealing with crying children."

Came a few days ago?Jonathan was surprised, and couldn't help admiring the killer's meticulous methods. This was a preparation for a false identity. He had appeared here a few days ago. When others saw him again, of course they would not doubt him, what a ghost.

"Wait, is he in charge of this ward? Why would he change the doctor temporarily..." Another FBI thought for a while, and felt something was wrong. Fearing that something might happen, he turned and opened the door, "Sir?"

The two people inside turned their heads together, and Feston was still sitting on the bed, with the doctor holding a stethoscope standing in front of him, everything seemed so normal.

"What's the matter?" Feston seemed to be disturbed, and his face was a little unhappy. The people outside the door were relieved, "No, I'm sorry, it's nothing." He backed out.

Jonathan saw the subtle difference, it wasn't unpleasant, the boss often turned his face, he looked like this, but the relaxed facial lines, the flickering eyes were clearly joy.

Feng Zhannuo stood aside, his glasses blocked his eyes, his lowered eyes fell on the bed, and Feston was also looking at him.

You agreed to meet at my house, why did you come?

I came here as soon as I wanted to, and asked why.

The eyes of one end were entangled, and Jonathan saw another man from Feston on the other side. They were making some secret signs, but unfortunately he couldn't understand, he was just very surprised by what was in front of him.

God, this Ian Noye, how dare he enter this hospital?It has not been found that he is a counterfeit, he is the person they want to arrest, but so what if they catch him, they still don't know anything about this ghost, even if they catch him and send him to court, but no The direct evidence proves that he murdered.

What's more, there is Feston...their boss, which side will he stand on?

Jonathan paused at the door, with a very obvious stiff and weird expression, everyone could see it, Feston finally turned to him, "It's okay here, go out, Jonathan."

This was Feston's order, and the police blood in Jonathan's body was boiling, which was very contradictory, but in the end, he did not take any action. At this stage, perhaps it would be better for him to act as if he didn't know anything.

The door closed, and the room was quiet again.

Feng Zhannuo sat on the edge of the bed, "Your people seem to be still chasing me, they still don't give up, but instead of wasting this time, it's better to find out what's going on here... Who did you offend?"

"Is the air on the roof good?" Feston said on purpose.

"It's really good." He replied nonchalantly.

The two looked at each other, Feston stopped asking, and moved closer to him, their fingers intertwined on the hospital bed, "I'm waiting for the next attack, I've arrested and offended many people, and I can't find out for a while." clear."

"Don't die under other people's guns, or it will be too embarrassing." Bending down and lifting Feston's face, Feng Zhannuo's tone was very dangerous.

This is a warning, so it's not a kind of worry. Feston grabbed his hands and held them in his palms, "You should know best how difficult it is to kill me."

"Difficult?" Feng Zhannuo raised a cold smile, "As long as you can wait, it's not difficult to kill anyone... So even if it's you, it's not difficult to solve it. The difficult thing is to wait until the right time." Leng Leng His voice finally softened, "I just missed the timing."

He explained for himself.

Missing the opportunity to kill, the result is more entanglements, it is hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

"Do you regret not killing me?" He twisted his hands behind his back, Feston's deep gaze seemed to see the deepest part of his heart, and the strong force seemed to want to detain him just like that.

"Ask this now?" Do you regret it, regret it to death, if there were no such coincidences and chance encounters, Feng Zhannuo smiled softly, "What do you think?"

Breaking free from Feston's palm, he suddenly counterattacked, Feston was suddenly pressed onto the bed by him, "It's too late to say anything now, so... the answer is no regrets." He lowered his head, his blue eyes sometimes contained killing intent , sometimes secretive, but now there is only peace.

Calm like the ocean.

"Very good." Feston smiled.

Holding his back, through the clothes, you can't touch but can feel the scars below, bullet wounds, iron stab wounds, daggers, and wounds caused by things that can't be named...

The hand gradually moved away, stroking slowly.

I have thought this way more than once, and I have also discussed, what would Feng Zhannuo be like now if he hadn’t taken the path of a killer? He would be a handsome musician, an elite in a high-level enterprise, and maybe even become a policeman. ?

Any assumptions are just assumptions, what is in front of him is already a ghost, a killer who walks on the edge of danger and makes a living by killing people.

The temptation of danger, the harbinger of depravity, but no one can stop it.

"Get up, my wound is still not healed, don't come to seduce me." Couldn't help but want to kiss him, Fieston opened the distance between the two before his heart beat, Feng Zhannuo laughed softly, and still bent down, "Then ask for some interest first."

When the lips touched, the uncompromising for a long time, all the confrontations that had been there before, were like two coals of fire, finally fused together in the fierce burning.