Guilty: Murder of his lover

A certain private island in country T.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the sea-view room, the sun is shining brightly, the sea breeze is blowing, and the sea is blue.On the white table in the floor-to-ceiling window are cigarette cases, wine bottles, remote controls, and a black and gold tablet computer.

The painter is wearing a red, orange, and black printed half-sleeve shirt standing in front of the French windows, his bushy eyebrows are frowned, staring at the scenery outside the French windows with a serious and serious expression.

After staring at the blue water somewhere outside the window for more than ten minutes, he slowly raised the paintbrush in his hand, and carefully drew something on the drawing board stroke by stroke.

The artist was engrossed in painting when someone knocked on the door suddenly. He yelled "shit" and then yelled "get in" in Chinese.After the words were finished, a bodyguard-looking man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing sunglasses and earphones, who was more than twice his size walked in.

"Painter, there's news from the other side of the sea." The burly man in a suit had a calm voice. Even though he was on an island with an average temperature of more than [-] degrees, he was still dressed meticulously, and he didn't seem too hot.

The painter put down the paintbrush in his hand, sat down on the sofa with an iced coffee beside him, and asked calmly, "Are you dead?"

The man in the suit said: "He's dead, do you want to watch the news? I heard that his face is still burnt, it's already charred."

"Oh?" The painter took a sip of iced coffee to moisten his throat, and laughed in a low voice, "The face was burnt to black charcoal, what a pity for that face. You know, the face of the migratory bird is rare in the industry." Famous, although anyone who has seen his true face will die."

The man in the suit replied truthfully: "I don't know."

The painter is in a good mood, and the serious troubles of the past three years have finally been resolved.

"By the way, do you know why I asked people to kill migratory birds?"

The man in the suit shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

"Don't be so boring, guess it." The painter encouraged.

"He's quitting the killer world?" the man in the suit asked tentatively.

"Yes, then do you know why he quit the killer world?" the painter asked.

"I don't know." The man in the suit shook his head honestly again.

"He fell in love with a person and wanted to go away with that person. And that person is actually a man." The painter calmly took out a cigar from the cigarette case on the table, lit it slowly, and took a deep puff. .

The man in the suit didn't make a sound. He was not qualified to comment on the boss's killers. Of course, the most important thing was that he had nothing to say.

The painter continued: "How can I give up this great opportunity? As a killer, you must never have feelings, let alone fall in love with anyone, otherwise he will have weaknesses and will no longer be perfect. The weakness of migratory birds is That man. Do you know that same-sex lover of Migratory Bird?"

The man in the suit shook his head.

"I didn't know it at the beginning. But one day the migratory bird said that he wanted to wash his hands in the golden basin, and I agreed on the surface, but I still found someone to follow him. As soon as his lover touched him, he immediately compromised. You don't know, his same-sex lover, like him, has a face that can fascinate all living beings."

The man in the suit shook his head: "I don't know."

The painter continued: "Then let him continue to help me with the entrusted tasks, and I will also pay him. I am a very fair person. He works for me, and I give him money. But the migratory bird is disobedient, and in a blink of an eye Flew away. This made me anxious, you must know that most of my commissions are completed by him, he knows so many people's information, how can I let him fly away?"

"So I vowed to find this bird, and shoot him down with a 'bang' shot. After searching for three years, I finally found out that he and his lover lived in seclusion in the Chaoyang Sea in Spring City! Haha, really Well, at last the disobedient bird has been shot down. I feel sorry for his lover, and when I come home, I see the living lover turned into a corpse!"

The painter laughed loudly, and his fat belly was shaking under the red, orange and black printed shirt.

The man in the suit stood aside silently, his eyes wearing sunglasses did not know where he was looking.

Suddenly the painter stopped laughing. He looked at the man in the suit and asked, "Why is there no news from Banzhuan? Does it mean that he doesn't want this reward? Or is it that he will quit the killer world after completing this task?"

The man in the suit shook his head: "I don't know."

"However, he is the kind of guy who only picks tasks for the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. Even if he quits, there is no loss, although he was quite capable before." The painter nodded thoughtfully while leaning on the sofa, and suddenly wondered, "That's not right. , Then how did he get rid of the migratory bird? The migratory bird is the strongest gold-medal killer in the industry, and the three-legged kung fu of Banzhuan actually brought down the migratory bird? I don't believe it!"

The man in the suit said: "The news from the other side of the sea said that the migratory bird is dead, and it's in the apartment where they live."

"Is that so, then go find a brick, I want to know how he killed the migratory bird!" the painter yelled, "It's impossible for a migratory bird to degenerate into a wingless chick in three years, right?"

The man in the suit said: "It's possible."

"Ah, I really want to know the process, so hurry up and find out about it!" The painter roared.

The man in the suit said: "Okay."

After the man in the suit went out, the artist got up and continued painting.He slowly daubed on the white drawing paper, and finally the whole white drawing paper turned into a blue drawing paper.There is nothing but a very well-proportioned blue, and painters usually refer to this style of painting as abstract hazy.

Looking at a piece of blue drawing paper, he suddenly remembered something, so he picked up the brush and applied white and black paint, and added two strokes on the upper right of the blue drawing paper.

Those two strokes looked like a bird fluttering its wings.

He sneered: "I told you, you can't fly out of the palm of my hand. You just don't believe me, do you believe me now? Hehe, how unwise it is for a man to leave the world of killers You can rest peacefully by the sea, migratory bird! If you feel lonely, entrust me with a dream, I don’t mind helping you send your lover there to accompany you.”

The painter looked at the flying birds in the painting and became more and more proud.He felt that he was a painting genius, how could he draw such soulful and soul-attracting paintings?

Just when he was complacent, the mobile phone on the table rang suddenly.

Although he hated answering the phone during such non-working hours, he was in a particularly good mood today.

It wasn't a phone call, it was a message, sent by email, and the sender's email address was unknown to him.

Painter, because of some unexpected things, I accidentally found out about you.For example, knowing that you let the killer kill the director of Group A, such as the president of bank S, or private detective K... Oh, not only these, but also the big boss X and the important politician Y, all of which are your big hand!

You don't have to be too surprised, the reason why I know this is because I got something from your subordinate, that is, someone.He seems to be desperately trying to survive, putting the evidence that can send you to the guillotine into the USB flash drive, and now the USB flash drive is in my hands.If you don't want the matter to be exposed, you can do as I say, and if you want to call the police, I have no objection.

Although he was horrified by the contents of the email, and wished to crush the person who sent the email immediately, he still took a few puffs of cigarettes to calm his head down.The ASKXY mentioned in the email are all the characters he cut off a few years ago, and it stands to reason that no one would know about them, unless it was the killer who killed them.

Of course the painter can't remember the past few years, it's not that he has dementia, but that he has killed too many people, and he can't remember which killers killed them.

However, he had only seen two killers who dared to threaten him so blatantly. One was the migratory killer who had already been dealt with by Brick, and the other was the one who sent him an email.It's just that this killer seems to be smarter than the migratory bird, and he didn't challenge him face to face, otherwise he would definitely make the other party die without a whole body.

Anxiously dialing the phone number of the man in the suit, the painter said like a cannonball: "Don't worry about the bricks, you can check an email ID for me immediately, and I want to know who its owner is within 5 minutes!"

"Okay, you can send me your email address." The man in the suit on the other end of the phone remained calm.

"Understood!" The painter hung up the phone and sent the email number to the man in the suit.

Time seems to pass very slowly. The artist stares at the Rolex on his wrist, feeling that the second hand seems to be against him.

Which killer is it?He was sticking his fat chin with one hand, and his round head was turning rapidly.He was trying to remember the killer who killed those guys, but couldn't remember anyway.

Looking at the watch, only 1 minute has passed, and there are still 4 full minutes to know the result brought by the man in the suit.His chubby index finger kept tapping on the table, like a fat insect dancing on the teppanyaki.

Finally, he couldn't wait any longer, so he took the black and gold tablet computer on the table, opened it, entered three levels of passwords in a row, and logged into his own data database.

Two minutes later, he found the killer who had completed the task of killing several people in ASKXY.

Bricks.

This surprised him very much, how could it be a brick?I only entrusted him to kill migratory birds more than a week ago, why is it that I don't want the reward now, and I did this for myself?

No, maybe he didn't want the reward, he just wanted more reward.

Thinking of this, the painter immediately called the man in the suit.

"Boss, I'm checking, it hasn't been 5 minutes yet."

"Don't check it anymore." The painter said coldly, he thought that his cold voice would make the man in suit aware of the seriousness of the situation.

However, the man in the suit just said: "Okay, do you still need to investigate the brick?"

He gritted his teeth: "Brick! Of course we need to investigate! Do you know that this lunatic just sent me an email to threaten me!"

The man in the suit replied honestly, "I don't know."

"I don't know, go check it out for me!"