Ex-boyfriends are gods

Al frowned, he felt very tired, like running 2000 meters in one breath, his body was so exhausted that he couldn't move at all, and even lost the strength to open his eyes.It was as if someone had stuffed two balls of cotton into his ears, and the sound coming in was intermittent and vague, as if it was difficult to reach his eardrum from a very far away place.

"God...Father, why isn't Mr. Al waking up?"

"soon."

Al thought he was taking a few breaths loudly, but in fact he didn't use much effort at all.

"Mr. Al, you're awake." The speaker's tone was filled with joy from the heart, and Al could feel himself being carefully half-lifted up, his back seemed to be leaning on someone's chest, and then Some water at just the right temperature was sent into the mouth.

The dry lips were moistened with water, and just a little red appeared.

The person supporting him gently slid his thumb over his lips, "Mr. Al..." The other party's voice was a little lower, as if it came directly from his chest without passing through his throat.

The gentle clean water slowly slid down the throat and into the stomach, which made Al wake up a little bit.

"Warwick."

Al's sudden sound frightened the person who was half holding him. The other party wanted to stand up, but found that Al was still in his arms, and seemed a little at a loss for a while.

"Warwick," Al repeated.

"I'm sorry." Warwick carefully supported Al's shoulders and let him lean on the folded pillow, while he himself took a few steps back and looked at Al with some helplessness.

Alfred raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows before looking at Warwick.

Warwick doesn't look like a kidnapper at the moment, there is a bandage on his thigh, and there are some blood stains oozing from the bandage at the moment, but there are no other wounds.

Apparently, his second shot missed.

Warwick seemed unaware of the wound on his thigh, and his tall body shrank slightly.The eyes are avoiding, more like a child who has made a mistake.

"Where is this?" Al asked softly.

While talking to distract Warwick, Al groped lightly on himself.The revolver/gun is missing, presumably taken by Warwick.

However, the universal knife is still there.

"My...friend here." Warwick didn't even dare to look at Al, he answered quickly, honestly.

This doesn't look like a normal room, it's surrounded by bricks, there are no windows, only candlesticks are left on the walls, and candles are lit one by one.

There was probably a bed against one wall, and he was on it.Not far away is a table with a washbasin and some bloody water on it.It seems that Warwick's wound has only just been healed here.

Al didn't yell hysterically, and spoke calmly after he felt that he had regained some strength, "Where's Dr. Doyle? Did you kill Dr. Doyle?"

"No, no, I won't do this." Warwick waved his hands in a panic. "Dr. Doyle has helped me a lot. He is a good man, just like Mr. Al. I will not hurt Mr. Doyle."

His tone was very hasty, obviously not wanting to misunderstand Al.

After finishing speaking, Warwick pursed his dry and chapped lips, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Al...do you trust me?"

Al moved his body uncomfortably, and adjusted himself to a comfortable posture.Warwick hesitated to step forward to help him, but he was afraid of arousing Al's disgust, so he didn't dare to move in the end.

"...give me another glass of water." Al didn't answer Warwick's question about trust.

"Oh oh ok."

After drinking a glass of water, Al felt a lot less tired, probably because the effect of the drug was fading rapidly.

Warwick poured Al another glass of water, "Mr. Al... are you hungry? Shall I... get you something to eat?"

Al glanced at Warwick, but didn't answer.

Warwick's tall body became more and more stooped, his eyes dodged and he carefully planned to leave.I'll bring some food over in a while, I just hope that Mr. Al won't be so angry that his body will be ruined.

Al is waiting for the opportunity, and now he must not fully recover.It's just that Dr. Doyle is not here, and I don't know what's going on with him.

I don't know how long it took, and across the corner passage of the room, there was movement from a specially-made stone brick door.The footsteps were heavy, probably Warwick's.

No, Al cheered up all of a sudden, there should be another person by Warwick's side.

"Hello, Mr. Al."

Al quickly saw the person who came, it was a young man, he was wearing priest's clothes, with a cross hanging on his chest.The young man has golden and soft hair, and a fair and delicate face. At this moment, there is a calm smile on the corner of the young man's mouth.With just one glance, almost no one would not have a good impression of such a young man.

There is a beauty beyond gender in the young man.

Especially at this moment, he was wearing a priest's costume, which even brought a bit of a holy taste... He was like an angel.

But this boy...

"Rother Smith!" Al blurted out, and he even sat up straight from the bed, looking at him in disbelief.

The Smiths had found him very painfully, hoping that he could help them find their son.And at Warwick's home, when Al saw the pocket watch engraved with Rosser Smith, he also thought that the boy had been killed.

But at this moment, Rosser Smith was clearly standing in front of him, even wearing a sacred and calm smile.But such a young man, at this moment, made Al feel cold in vain.

"I heard that my parents are asking you to find me, and I heard that you are also worried about me." Roser walked up to Al's side with some cheerful steps, and his tone was very sincere.

The shock in Al's eyes was speechless, he looked at Warwick, and saw Rother Smith's attire...

He remembered what happened to Rosser that Mr. and Mrs. Smith had told him, and the pen pal that Warwick had told about...

"You're using Warwick to kill people!" Al blurted out.

Al could hear his heart beating violently, and he understood everything.Rother discovers Warwick's existence while treating Doyle for his mental illness.His mental illness was not cured, and the pain and depression made him restless.

The only way to get well and feel good is revenge.

Therefore, he chose Warwick, a patient of Dr. Doyle, as the tool of revenge.Warwick's social status is very low. He lives in a place where dragons and snakes are mixed. He has a simple mind and great strength. He is the best sharp blade of revenge!

Rosser heard Al's accusation, but he just looked at Al in a confused and innocent way, "Mr. Al, what are you talking about? I don't understand what you mean. I have never used Warwick, he is mine. Friends, shouldn’t friends help each other?”

While speaking, Roser stretched out her beautiful fingers and gently pinched the fallen strand of golden hair behind her head.

"Mr. Al." Roser suddenly moved closer to Al, he sniffed Al's neck lightly, and then sighed, "You really have a smell that fascinates me. The rich, sweet and fragrant blood Taste, really suits me."

Al tilted his head back, his lake blue eyes stared directly at Rosser.

"Beecher Gerald should have been killed by you."

The young man half-closed his eyes, "Yes, I cut off every inch of his body with a knife, and then piled them together to see with my own eyes that they rotted and maggoted. He, his flesh is even You are not eligible to feed the dog."

Al lowered his head to look at the young man's green fingers like white jade, it was hard to imagine the appearance of these hands immersed in flesh and blood.

"Beecher Gerald hurt you, but killing him is enough, why kill others. Marlon, Roz, Waller, Banalun are all innocent, even Banalun's child is still alive Waiting for her to go back!"

Rosser shrugged his shoulders, "Roz and Valer... I always need someone to practice, don't I? I don't want to fail because I don't have experience when killing Beecher.

As for Bana Lun, she wanted to die by herself. She was living a miserable life just like me.She doesn't want her child, only death can give her peace, I just made her happy.

Besides, I have to create a serial murder and disappearance case.Only in this way can I myself be mixed in and become the one who was killed.As for Mullen, I'm helping Warwick.He cheated Warwick, and there was a price to pay. "

Al didn't want to see Roser at all. He had sympathized with Roser's experience. Such a bad thing shouldn't happen to a child.

But he shouldn't take revenge on innocent people.

Banalon, Roz, Waller, Marlon...they didn't make any mistakes, so why is suffering this kind of pain a way of death?

"Warwick!" Al looked at Warwick angrily.

In the corner where Warwick was, when he heard Al calling him loudly, Warwick stood up suddenly, rubbing his hands helplessly, "Mr. Al..."

At this moment, when Roser's attention was drawn to what Al was about to say, Al suddenly turned sideways and threw the quilt over his head and face at Roser.

Roser was caught off guard and was smashed right in the face.But his reaction speed was also extremely fast, he didn't fall back in a panic, but immediately raised his hand and knocked off the quilt on his body.

But for some things, just a few seconds is enough.

The moment the quilt was knocked off, Al grabbed Roser's arm, and the tip of the sharp universal knife immediately pressed against Roser's neck, "Don't move."

Roser was half pressed under Al, and seemed a little surprised at Al's methods.

Because of a series of movements, a few traces of sweat ooze from Al's forehead.He pressed Roser's shoulder hard with one hand, put the blade of his other hand against Roser's neck, and looked up at Warwick.

"You have been deceived, he is a demon. Warwick, if you believe me, leave with me. Although you are also at fault for this matter, the main responsibility lies with Rosser Smith."

Warwick looked at Al hesitantly, and then at Rothesmith, who was temporarily subdued.

Rosser blinked, then suddenly laughed lowly, and left together?When you come here, you can't help others.