Ex-boyfriends are gods

Rosser stretched slowly, his blond hair brushed across his pale but perfect face, "We have to go, Warwick."

Warwick kept hiding one of his arms, his tall body was slightly bent, and then he raised Al with one hand.

There was actually a secret passage in this basement. Al was surrounded by Warwick and Roser, and he stumbled along the hot and narrow passage.

But this secret passage was not long. After walking for about three or four minutes, Al found that he had come to another basement.But this basement is not the same as the one where he was held before, it is much more spacious.Even, it should be an underground church.

Al saw rows of seats and crosses in front of them.It's just that this underground church doesn't look sacred at the moment, because Al saw a decayed head under the cross.

The desire to vomit made Al look bad.

But Roser took a deep breath in enjoyment, and his morbid expression made his handsome face a little blush.

"Mr. Al, do you believe that there is a god in this world?"

Rosser didn't wait for Al's answer at all, and continued on his own: "It's here, I used to cry and pray for God's salvation, but Beecher Gerald stood under the cross and looked at me like a demon The once evil gods turned a blind eye, so I piled up all the darkness here, hahaha..."

All of them, Rosser has personally solved them here.

When the blood covered the ground, Roser felt a joy from the bottom of his heart.He even placed Beecher Gerald's head here all the time, watching his head be occupied by maggots day by day, and finally became the terrifying appearance it is now.

"...Mr. Al, I don't believe in God."

This is the real lair of Rosser Smith. Here, he prepared clothes, pounds, food, water, medicine, etc.It is convenient to live temporarily for a few days, and it is also convenient to pack up and leave immediately.

When Rother was crazy, Warwick took out some gauze, gritted his teeth and wound it around the wound.After stopping the blood, he moved another ladder.

"Rose, I'll go up first, and then you let Mr. Al come up, and I can hold him." Warwick was sweating profusely from the pain, but he didn't seem to pay much attention to the wound on his arm.

Al looked at Rosser, only to find that after his madness was over, his expression was a little indifferent.Warwick scrambled up the ladder, and one of the upper stone slabs came loose under the forceful bang of his arm.

sizzle.

Finally the slate moved a little.

Warwick was extremely strong, even if one hand was injured, it still did not prevent him from removing all the heavy stone slabs at this moment.Although following his movements, a lot of blood stains immediately ooze out of the arm he cleaned up.

When the light shone in from the removed slate, Warwick immediately lowered his head, and couldn't help showing a simple and honest smile to Al.

But in an instant, the door to the secret path leading here was suddenly knocked open with great force.In an instant, the door made an overwhelming sound of collapsing, and four or five detectives also followed the door and fell out from behind the secret passage.

In an instant, Al bumped Rosser hard with his shoulder.When Rosser was unstable due to inertia, Al quickly ran towards the agents' positions.

"It's them, they are murderers!" Al shouted at the same time.

The sudden turn of events caused Warwick to roar wildly. He didn't choose to run out from the stone slab, and then jumped off the ladder like a crazy beast, and rushed towards the agents ferociously.

boom! !

boom! !

Without any hesitation, whether it was the agent who came in later or the agent who fell to the ground because he hit the secret door, the first thing he did when he heard Al's yell was to shoot.

Because of his physical advantage, Warwick quickly jumped down in a rage, and he threw an agent to the ground.But no matter how strong he is, under the attack of bullets, he can only be on the verge of death in the end.Especially the detective was frightened. He almost panicked and shot all the bullets in Warwick's stomach.

"Al." Doctor Doyle's panicked voice came from behind.

Al also had lingering fears, and then he saw that Dr. Doyle, who had always been mature and well-dressed, had messy hair, and his deep, smoky gray-brown eyes were also full of worry and panic.

"Mr. Al..." Doctor Doyle supported Al's shoulder, and Al could very keenly feel that Doyle's arm was trembling slightly.

"You should let me go first." Al said with a wry smile.

"That's right." Doctor Doyle bowed his head immediately, and carefully and carefully untied Al from the restraints.

After his hands were free, Al saw that Dr. Doyle had lost his composure, so he had to give him a hug, "I'm sorry, I was the one who brought you into danger. It's great to see you now."

The hug was short, and the moment Al let go of him, Doyle subconsciously grabbed his wrist.There was a bit of struggle on his resolute and handsome face like a gentleman, and finally he said softly: "I am worried about you, Mr. Al, I am very afraid that something will happen to you."

These words seem to have a bit of an unusual meaning.

It’s just that Al didn’t have time to taste it, Stephen walked over with his messy hair, and then patted Al’s shoulder carelessly, “Mr. Detective, I saved you again.”

Al had to interrupt his deep thinking about Dr. Doyle, and punched Stephen with a smile, "Isn't Mr. Murray here?"

Stephen shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, when I received the letter you asked the coachman to deliver, he hadn't returned to the police station. By the way, are you physically injured?"

"fine."

"That's all right, but you're unlucky to be involved in this kind of thing again. Mr. Detective, you may need to see a psychiatrist again."

"I have the best psychiatrist, you don't have to worry." Al smiled and glanced at Dr. Doyle.

"Ahem..." While talking to Stephen, Warwick coughed loudly, and as he moved, blood gushed out from his mouth and stomach.

He couldn't survive.

The detectives were already surveying the surrounding area, and they quickly found Beecher Gerrard's head.Some detectives couldn't bear such a scene and vomited while clutching their stomachs.

Al didn't pay attention to anything else. An agent was carrying the dying Warwick aside.But he still struggled hard, and then stretched his arms towards Al.

Al was silent for a while, and walked around the agent.Someone stopped him, and Stephen waved his hand, "Forget it, let him pass."

Al crouched next to Warwick, and heard Warwick struggling to speak, "Am I... dying?"

His vitality simply astonished the agents.

"Mr. Al." Warwick still looked at Al timidly and ashamedly.

Al sighed, reaching out and resting his hand lightly on Warwick's bloody palm.

"thank you."

Warwick took his life.

When Al got up, Doctor Doyle handed him a clean handkerchief, "Warwick let me go, he didn't agree with Roser killing me."

Al showed a little sadness, Warwick was like a blank sheet of paper, he had no distinction between good and evil.It's a pity that Rosser deliberately guided him, making him unable to tell what was right and what was wrong.

The agents lifted Warwick, and they had to take him outside.

Rosser, on the other hand, didn't move at all the moment the agents fired.So the agents shot him, but only in the legs and he wasn't dead.

At this moment, Roser was also held up by his arms, and was dragged outside.He would be treated briefly, then tried, and eventually convicted.

Watching Roser's leaving back, Al frowned.

Why didn't Roser run away just now? It seems that Roser has been a little passive and sabotage since the basement.But this is too strange, if he doesn't want to live, he doesn't have to kill so many people.

He once said that part of causing too much death was to hide his own 'death' so that he could be completely exonerated.

A Rosser Smith, who was also the deceased, could not be the murderer.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that Al didn't clean his palms, Doctor Doyle simply wiped them for him when he asked.

"Thank you." Al gave Dr. Doyle a surprised look. It seemed that after they met again, Dr. Doyle became very enthusiastic about him.

Al didn't want to be affectionate, but the way Dr. Doyle looked at him was indeed more affectionate.

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