Guilty: Murder of his lover

Takanashi said he was leaving.

Duan Ganyan saw him standing on the edge of Chaoyang Sea, waved his hand at himself, turned around and walked towards Chaoyang Sea.The calm lake slowly submerged Takanashi's ankles, knees, and waistline.

He hurriedly chased after him, but no matter how hard he ran, Chaoyanghai seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.No matter how much he yelled, he couldn't make a sound, and Takanashi didn't look back. When the lake water was over Takanashi's head, he finally yelled.

"Takahashi!"

Duan Ganyan shouted.

It took him a second to realize that he was dreaming, and his face was covered with sweat and tears.After wiping his face, he slowly got up from the bed, and the hour hand of the alarm clock on the bedside was pointing to the number 5.

After dragging his tired body out of bed, he turned on the computer, and the mailbox indicated that there was a new email.

After clicking on it, it was indeed the artist who came over.The other party has agreed to his request and agreed to meet at the M factory at nine o'clock this morning.

He sneered at the computer screen and closed the computer.

It's almost time.Duan Ganyan started to clean up and wash up, and slowly and meticulously shaved his beard in front of the mirror.After putting on the black coat, he stared at Takanashi's black scarf for a long time, and finally wrapped it around his neck.

He wondered if Takanashi would be angry if he knew that he was wearing his scarf to do bad things.

Walking into the room, he put the USB flash drive on the table into his pocket, took another look at the freezer beside the bed, took a deep breath and closed the door.

The early morning in winter is very deserted, the sky is faintly bright, the dim street lamps and the dazzling neon lights make the street a bit hazy, and occasionally a vehicle passes by, causing a burst of noise.

Duan Ganyan looked up at the brightly lit police station across the street, and hid most of his face in the scarf.

……

"You have to remember, don't forget!" The painter wore a heavy down jacket and walked out of the black Maserati with a suitcase, while sniffing and telling the man in the suit.

The man in the suit bent his waist at ninety degrees and said, "Don't worry, as soon as the signal sounds, our people will attack immediately."

The painter was still a bit worried: "There is no real danger, is there?"

The man in the suit replied: "There will be no danger. We have already found out that the migratory birds and the bricks have no guns on them. You just need to walk into our protected area according to the regulations."

The painter nodded and said, "Okay, as soon as I get the USB flash drive, you should do it. It's best to shoot him in the head. Don't let the police notice! Do you understand?"

"Don't you need to keep alive? Don't you interrogate yourself?" the man in the suit asked very sincerely.

"No need, hurry up and I have to go back, it's freezing!" the painter roared, "Remember not to make a mistake!"

"Okay, you take the earphones, I will notify you in time if there is any accident." The man in the suit pointed to the thing hanging on the painter's ear, and kindly reminded him.

"Got it, I'm going in." The painter adjusted his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the factory.

He had seen many scarier scenes than this one, but the other party was his own killer, one of the most powerful gold medal killers, so he couldn't help being nervous.

The inside of the factory is cleaner and more spacious than expected. If you want to hide people, you will definitely not be able to hide them.

The painter held a box containing 50 in cash in one hand and a pocket magazine in the other, looking around vigilantly.

The first floor of the factory is empty, the second floor is still empty, and the third floor is still empty.The painter climbed up to the fourth floor with sweat on his face. The more he walked, the more strange he felt. According to the habits of migratory birds, he should have appeared at this time, but now he has not seen anyone, whether it is migratory birds or bricks.

On the open space on the fourth floor stood six thick concrete pillars surrounded by one person, as if they were newly built, and the cement pillars looked very new.

"Migratory birds! I brought the money, come out." The painter threw the box on the ground and said loudly, looking at the bare pillars around him.

"It was you."

A young man's voice came from behind the stone pillar ahead.

The painter looked at the young man with half of his face buried in the scarf in front of him, and opened his mouth slightly in surprise. His plump lips squirmed, and he was speechless for a long time, but took off his sunglasses with trembling hands.

At the same time, the hitchhiker of the Serious Case Criminal Investigation Team of the police station stopped at the downstairs of an apartment building, and a dozen armed police officers quickly got out of the car, and then quickly rushed upstairs.

They stopped in front of an apartment, all with guns pointed at the door.

The captain knocked on the door, but no one answered.

After breaking in, there was still no one in the house.

A sharp-eyed policeman rushed into the bedroom, and when he saw the freezer next to the single bed, he yelled, "Found it!"

The freezer next to the bed was nearly two meters long and one meter deep, and a white face was looming under the transparent glass window.

The captain immediately called the team: "Takahashi was found, but he is dead, his lover is not here, we are searching the surrounding area... what? Slow down, what's going on? It's almost seven o'clock this morning? Okay I know! I'll rush over there right away!"

The air was so cold that the painter felt that his face was about to freeze off.

He stared blankly at the person in front of him, but his brain was running fast.

Duan Ganyan slowly pulled the scarf covering half of his face to his chin, and said coolly: "I don't know if you recognize me, but I've seen you before. Don't scold people just because the old man walks slowly, don't you?" Will you grow old? People like you are really despicable."

The painter suddenly smiled: "Who am I? It turns out to be you. Tell me, what about others?"

Duan Ganyan shook his head: "He won't come."

The painter's face changed: "You killed Banzhuan? It was you who kept in touch with me?"

"Well, yes." Duan Ganyan said indifferently, still putting his hands in his pockets.

"Huh?" The painter suddenly thought of something and laughed, "It seems that Banzhuan has killed the migratory birds, and then you killed Banzhuan? Haha, the migratory birds are really dead, but how did you find Banzhuan? It stands to reason Ordinary people can't find a killer."

Duan Ganyan didn't have much expression on his face: "You want to know?"

"Aren't we going to make a deal? Just satisfy my curiosity, and then we'll talk about the deal." A vengeful smile appeared on the painter's face.

The pale and handsome man in front of him was the migratory bird's lover. Back then, he had someone hold a gun to the man's temple, and easily beat the migratory bird with hardened wings to the ground.

He still remembered that the migratory bird kowtowed to him with blood all over his face, begging him not to kill this man.And this man was just a small employee of a logistics company at the time, and he worked and lived step by step every day. He had never seen such a frightening battle. The frightened and frightened face was very beautiful, like a dog meeting a hunter. fawn.

No wonder migratory birds fall in love with him, his eyes are like a deer, bright, innocent, confused, fearful, in short, people can't help but pity them.

But right now, the little deer is not very good-looking, his eyes are so cold as to kill, and they are also very dim, completely without the luster of the past.

Duan Ganyan said expressionlessly: "Okay, let's start the deal now. Why did you kill him?"

The painter played with the sunglasses in his hand and said, "Kill him? Are you talking about migratory birds?"

Duan Ganyan was noncommittal.

"Why do you think that a person with blood on his hands can have love and life?" The painter narrowed his eyes, "Since he has chosen this path, he is doomed to be alone. But look at what migratory birds do, he You actually talked about love, and you want to quit the killer world because of you."

Duan Ganyan looked at him silently, standing like a statue.

The painter continued: "Since your hands are covered with blood, you must be prepared to live in the quagmire for the rest of your life. Words like rehabilitating are not suitable for killers. Oh, by the way, did the migratory bird tell you how many people he killed? People? I must have never said that, not many, one hundred and one, this number is the sum of the other killers."

Hearing this number, Duan Ganyan's breathing became short of breath.Takanashi never said anything about himself, even if he was a killer by profession, he only found out after he was kidnapped that year. He never knew that Takanashi killed so many people... and he also killed people.

My heart suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"Why, are you unhappy? A good killer will not have feelings. When necessary, everyone will act on the spot and disappear after completing the task. This is the life of a killer. The same is true for migratory birds. His first task back then was to kill The wife of an executive, he pretended to fall in love with that woman at first sight, and after the two got acquainted, he tricked her into the suburbs and killed her."

The painter smiled and said, "If he doesn't know you and doesn't fall in love with you, you two should live well in your own world. Why do you have to mix together?"

Duan Ganyan felt as if something was strangling his neck.

"Of course, these messy things are not entirely the reason why I want to kill him. The most important reason is that he knows too many secrets about me. If I accidentally tell them out, I will be finished! So there is no way, I will not be finished for me. , I can only wrong him to be finished first. Who told him to leave me! Well, it's your turn, how did you find the brick?"

The artist crossed his arms and hid the pocket diaper in his bosom.

Duan Ganyan suppressed the pain in his heart, and said coldly: "I didn't look for him, he came here by himself."

The painter squinted his eyes: "Impossible, since he killed the migratory birds, he will naturally retreat unscathed."

"I hid his body, and no one knew, not even that brick."

"So you lured him back to confirm the dead body of the migratory bird?"

"Yes, it is like that."

"Oh, this is really amazing. I thought the migratory bird was looking for an ordinary person!" The painter smacked his lips and said, "Okay, give me the USB flash drive, and you take the money."

Duan Ganyan shook his head.

The painter narrowed his eyes: "You don't want to give it to me? Or is there no U disk at all?"

"It's too late." Duan Ganyan suddenly smiled.

"What do you mean?"

The painter held up the pocket-sized gun in his hand, and at the same time, he heard the panicked voice of the man in the suit coming from the headset:

"Boss, the police are here, what should we do?"

The painter froze for a moment, and said angrily, "You dare to call the police? You want to die with me?!"

Duan Ganyan said coolly: "Why did you kill him, he is just a patient who needs to take medicine to fall asleep..."

"Fart!" Hearing the harsh siren downstairs, the painter roared, "He is the gold medal killer in the killer world! Where is the patient, go to hell!"

With tears running down his cheeks, Duan Ganyan muttered to himself: "Yes, he is a gold medal killer..."

With the gunshot, Duan Ganyan also pressed the start switch in his hand, and the six cement pillars filled with explosives exploded instantly, and the huge flames and air waves instantly engulfed the two of them.

……

The migratory bird finished its latest mission and wandered aimlessly on the street.The bright red blood seemed to fall from the sky, landing on his forehead, cheeks, and finally on his heart, making him breathless.

As if being strangled by an evil spirit, the migratory bird felt that he could no longer breathe, the street scene in front of him became blurred, the sky seemed to turn black, and he fell headfirst to the ground.

"Huh? Are you okay?"

Someone caught him just in time.

His eyes gradually became clearer, and he saw a pair of beautiful eyes, like a deer, bright and innocent.

"I'm fine, thank you..."

"My name is Duan Ganyan. This is my business card. You can find me if you need it."

"it is good……"

"What's your name?"

"My name is Takanashi."