Love Killer

The cotton wool was wiped from the wound, and the slight tingling pain was transmitted to the brain through the skin, "Yeah."

"Should I be surprised." The blood had stopped, and the red wound that had been smeared with medicine looked very obvious on Feng Zhannuo's back, and it became the most unusual embellishment together with other scars around.

Feston's hand caressed the skin around the wound, the temperature of his fingers seemed to wipe away the tingling sensation, Feng Zhannuo shrugged, "Of course not all of them, but some of them, some died in the fire, some People survived by chance, to the outside world, the fire destroyed the place and killed many people, but in fact..."

"Death is a good way to erase your identity." Feston answered, "But in this way, I have to wonder how the fire came about." The hand on his back stopped, and he grabbed his shoulder .

Even though Feng Zhannuo couldn't see Feston's expression behind him, judging from his tone, his face must be gloomy and cold now, "Is this the police's intuition?" He turned around.

"You must have suspected it a long time ago." Looking down at him, Feston had to admit that the person in front of him was by no means inferior to him in observation and judgment. Even more impossible to ignore.

"Have you investigated what's going on? Or did you take such an action because of the results of your investigation? The relationship between that organization and that fire..." With burning eyes, Feston guessed in a certain direction past.

Whenever he has doubts about something and aims at a certain target, it is this kind of look. Feng Zhannuo finds that the gaze staring at him and the hands on his shoulders make him unable not to respond to his questions.

"You guessed it, didn't you? It seems that I don't need to answer anything anymore." When he was about to stand up from the chair, his shoulders were lifted, and they were suddenly pressed down, "It's your business, but now This incident also involves me, don't treat me as an outsider!"

Putting his hands on the back of the chair, Feston whispered very coldly in his ear, "I have let you go for a long time, and I don't ask you to tell me everything, but you must at least explain clearly what is happening, don't even think about it. Fool it like that."

The palm on his shoulder rubbed against his neck, choking his throat, Feston supported the back of the chair with one hand, the space behind Feng Zhannuo was full of his breath, a sense of presence that could not be ignored.

"I promised to tell you why I planned to fool you. You guessed it. I'll save you the trouble of saying it again." Innocently explained, the topless ghost raised his head and looked down from a height, from the line of his jaw to his neck. , and then extended to the chest, the arc took people's breath away, for some reason, Feston thought of the line of the gun body.

Sometimes he should be called loach or swimming fish, but he always makes people have nowhere to start, "Say it?" Unable to resist the temptation, Feston lowered his head and bit his Adam's apple, and turned again at the place where the red mark was left .

"How do I call this?" Confined in a small space, Feng Zhannuo grabbed the short hair on the back of Fieston's head, "At least this way the chair is suddenly kicked away, and the tight skin slips from Fieston's palm Open, Feng Zhannuo locked the back of his neck so that he couldn't react quickly, and when Felston stretched out his hand, he was already standing a few steps away.

"You are right. I have suspected and investigated. The fire was not an accident, but man-made." The lights were on in the room, the windows were all closed, Feng Zhannuo stood there, the bright light Now there is a cold light on his face.

His words made Fieston stop his steps forward, and he didn't interrupt his words. Listening to him continue, the subsequent development was just as he guessed.

"Actually, this is not a novel story, even a bit old-fashioned. The organization needs new blood injection. They are looking for suitable candidates from all over the world. There is nothing better than children whose values ​​have not yet formed. They found them from orphanages everywhere. The resources they want, pick out the right person, and use an accident to get the person they want." Speaking of these now, Feng Zhannuo's expression is flat.

"Children have no concept of right and wrong, just like a blank piece of paper, they can be shaped into what they need, and what they want is the best killer, no reason or right or wrong, no need to think, just obey the instructions, think about it, It is a joke to expect people who grew up in such an environment to have a sense of justice."

Pointing to himself, he raised his finger by the way, "Including the fingerprints on it, but it was really an accident. The fire destroyed it, and I was almost destroyed by tissue and nerve damage. I can't be the person they need , useless things should be disposed of, this is my original situation."

The window that blocked the light from the outside world also blocked the sight of those blue eyes looking out, Feng Zhannuo put his hands in his pockets and picked up the gun with one hand, "If you want to survive, you have to prove that you are useful."

The black gun body exudes a dark metallic luster, with a cold touch, it is like a work of art in the hands of those murderers.

"You proved yourself, and then you have doubts about this organization? It seems that something is missing." Feston has a keen insight beyond ordinary people, and Feng Zhannuo nodded approvingly, "Yes, there is one thing that makes me doubt. "

"Is such an organization necessary?" He stroked the gun in his hand, as if he was stroking a lover, "You heard Stephanie mention the name Drem Gran, he is an organization killer just like me, he That's the key."

"What is his relationship with you? Friends? How good is it?" Feston frowned. It was not the first time he had heard this name, and the butcher knew this person, "I heard that you killed him."

"This is the order of the organization, he is my target, and I don't need to know the reason." Looking up from the gun, Feng Zhannuo saw Feston's face full of doubts, "He is my friend, as for the good To what extent..." His eyes fell on the gun again, "so good that he is willing to let me kill him with my own hands."

As if there was a sigh escaping from his mouth, so light that it was suspected to be an illusion, Feston stepped forward and raised his face, "Don't let me hear you sigh for others, it's not like you."

His fingers were almost sunk into his flesh. Feston seemed unhappy, but Feng Zhannuo smiled more obviously, "Do you know what I should look like? Have you ever counted how many people have died in my hands? No, Fei Ston, you don't know me yet, you only know me now, you know what I was like before? I even killed old people and children!"

With a ferocious smile and ruthless eyes, Feston did not avoid his cold gaze, nor did he show any surprise or disgust, "You always make yourself appear cold, but in fact you are not a cold and heartless person. Man, I've known this from the beginning, so stop saying those things, I don't want to see you belittle yourself."

"Belittling? Yes, I'm just telling the truth, I want you to see my past clearly, what kind of killer I was originally, I..."

"That's not what you wanted," Felston judged him. "Had to kill your friends, and then you regretted it, so you smashed that organization, broke away from it, and you know what to do and what not to do. , and all the commissions you have taken over so far have killed criminals, am I wrong?"

Why, as the FBI, he can say everything so lightly, as if he really became an innocent victim, Feng Zhannuo looked at Feston in front of him, "I even killed Lilith, you What are you going to use to excuse me?"

With a cold smile, he killed his partner Lilith, who he met in the orphanage, who loved Adam, but she had nothing to do with the organization.

"Because she wants you to die, you have to kill her." Feston never thought that he would think from the standpoint of a killer, but now he does not regret doing so, which allows him to better understand the wind. Zhan Nuo, "You also thought about protecting her, didn't you, but she didn't appreciate it.

No one can blame the killer's instinct to live, to eradicate all obstacles that stand in his way, to retaliate when someone asks him to die.

"Are you still the FBI?" There was an indescribable feeling in my heart. I couldn't tell whether the words that Feston said...whether the emotions were turbulent or calm, and Feng Zhannuo suddenly found that he couldn't say anything else.To distinguish between right and wrong, to judge other people’s sins, that’s what God does, I’m not God, I can’t ask you to change for me, and I can’t change your past, but at least I can understand, And you're right, I'm not the FBI now. Letting go of his face, Felston reminded him, "Remember, I was suspended." "

"Yes, you have been suspended, and you are still being hunted down." Nodding seriously, he picked up the vest from the table and put it on, and from the corner of Feng Zhannuo's eyes, he saw a black shadow, his eyes changed, and he swept towards the door , "Did I let you put everything away?"

There are spherical beads on the mat at the door, which are sunken in the plush of the mat, making it almost invisible, but as soon as you step on it...the cracking sound is so subtle that you can miss it if you don't pay attention.

Feston nodded to him, the two of them silenced together, he saw Feston took out the gun from the kitchen drawer, he couldn't help looking over in surprise, Feston quickly returned his glance, "Of course I know you There are hidden guns everywhere, don't forget this is my home."

"Well, there's another one in the bedroom..."

"Under the bed frame, I know." How could he miss his little tricks? How many guns are there in the house and where are they hidden? Feston has long been aware of them. He just didn't say anything, because he didn't want to destroy Feng Zhannuo's plan. Habit.