The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

"The plan has been temporarily changed. If there is no other order within three days, we will make a false impression of arresting Delevingne and withdraw the people."

"Did Xiuyi say anything else?"

"There are other people around him, and it is inconvenient to contact him later. He only said that he can give up Delevingne when necessary."

"At least I got the sample in his hand, and it's not nothing." James took off his glasses and rubbed the center of his brows. "The tricky thing about this organization is that we know so little about him. And the more so , the more you can't be impatient."

"Xiuyi is lurking inside, and is still in a dangerous period. If he is not careful, his life may be in danger. This time is an opportunity, and it is best to seize it. But the most important thing is to ensure the safety of Xiuyi."

"Never lose the big because of the small."

The FBI had a dignified atmosphere, but the hotel with two bottles of wine was quite peaceful.

Mr. A stayed in the room alone, looking at his mobile phone leisurely, enjoying the rare leisure time.

Ding--

A reminder of a new email, he opened it casually.

[from: Senior Bourbon

Subject: Don't Forget?

Are you completing your daily training well? ]

Mr. A stared at the screen, read each word twice, and made sure that he was not dazzled.

is that a lie?

It's already out of the responsible time, and Bourbon still bothered to remind him to train?

Picture what?

Mr. A thinks that there should be no value worthy of the attention of the organization cadres, even if it is a face-isn’t Bourbon’s face much prettier than his?

So it was because of rum?

But Rum didn't take him seriously enough, at most he was a confidant reserve... ah...

So the other side is betting.

There is no need to do too much trouble to build a good relationship with yourself. If Mr. A can become Rum's trusted subordinate in the future, Bourbon will make money. If not, then there is not much loss.

This is a lucrative business.

Ding--

While he was in a daze, another email came.

[from: Senior Bourbon

Subject: I have recently become interested in Japanese materials

Could it be that you are training now?

Still thinking of perfunctory reasons?

I will strictly check the next time we meet, I hope Mr. A will not be lucky and lazy.

Ps? There seems to be a newly opened Japanese food store near the place where Mr. A lives now. I hope Mr. A can try it. Next time we meet, try my cooking and tell me the difference-☆]

Mr. A: ...

Subconsciously covered his cheeks.

He typed with tears in his eyes.

[to: Bourbon seniors

Theme: Have a good training

Senior, my face is still not healed QAQ]

I don't want to go through it a third time.

His face shouldn't bear this.

Mr. A couldn't hide his grief in his heart.

But people's sorrows and joys are not interlinked. Bourbon knew nothing about his pain, and said:

[from: Senior Bourbon

Subject: trust you

It doesn't matter, your skill is enough to avoid those accidents.

focus.

Then I will leave this matter to you☆]

devil!

Mr. A flicked his fingers and typed a series of fierce speeches on the screen, and finally deleted them one by one full of humiliation.

[to: Bourbon seniors

subject: none

OK ]

After clicking send, he seemed to be drained, and the phone sank into the bed with gravity.After a while, Xianyu turned over and sat up suddenly——

Okay, let's go to exercise. We'll go to the grocery store tomorrow. It's too late today.

Generally speaking, stores opened in foreign countries will make changes to suit the tastes of local people.But the one Bourbon mentioned is obviously not in the general category.

Mr. A ordered a lunch according to the list given by Bourbon. The taste is very familiar, and most of the people in the restaurant are Asian faces.

The owner doesn't seem to care about foot traffic.

Just as he was thinking, a shadow suddenly fell in front of him. Mr. A raised his head, and a white man smiled and asked, "Excuse me, can I sit here?"

"Ah, of course. Please go ahead." Mr. A lowered his head after agreeing, and naturally picked up the bowl and took a sip of the pork bone soup, his eyelashes were falsely covering his pupils——

This person has a problem.

After ordering, the white man enthusiastically spoke to Mr. A: "My name is Byron Layton, and I am a lover of oriental culture. Are you Japanese?"

Mr. A recalled his character design, and said: "Arnold Taylor, my parents are Japanese, but I have never been to Japan. If you want to ask about Japan, I may not know as much as you, sorry .”

Byron shook his head repeatedly, and looked at him sincerely with blue eyes: "No, no, there is no need to apologize, I just want to make friends with you."

He said, "Actually, I have always believed that oriental faces are very beautiful. People appreciate beauty instinctively, don't they? It would be a great honor for me to be your friend."

Mr. A made a contribution to him in his heart.

Very good, now it is certain that this guy is definitely not a good person.

He is now carrying a debuff, and those who can have a good impression of him are either bad people or wicked people.

If that's the case—it's on the villain's radar instead.

Mr. A showed a polite smile: "Of course, it's also my honor."

Just let him see what this guy wants to do.

-

"[Oriental Killer], the reason why he has this title is because all his targets have Asian faces. He has killed nine people so far, and the nature is extremely bad, so he handed it over to the FBI."

"artwork……"

The man standing at the bedroom door murmured.

This is the apartment of the deceased. The body of the deceased was found in the bedroom, naked, with his side face resting on the arms raised above his head, and the other hand resting between his legs. His face was ruddy, as if he was asleep Same.

Jack stopped flipping through the files and looked at him: "What?"

"I am creating a work of art. The real beauty is gentle and elegant. I want to correct those wrong perceptions and show the real beauty to the world..."

"This time, I chose Sleeping Venus—that's what I envisioned," Will said.

The posture of the dead is impressively the same as the Venus in the oil painting.

Jack stared at the photo of the deceased in his hand, "Fuck, well, another lunatic."

"His beauty is only for women?"

"No, it's just that I haven't met the male muse—inspiration, the most important thing for an artist, and creation cannot be completed without inspiration."

"He is a loyal lover of oriental culture. He also has a good understanding of European culture, especially oil painting, and often participates in art exhibitions. The timing of the crime is very uncontrollable. The only thing that is certain is that he will go to places with more oriental people to find his muse. ..."

With Will's assistance, the case quickly got a clue, and the FBI's staff has been dispatched.

Jack and Will walked out of the crime scene side by side.

"Honestly, I don't know if it's a good idea to let you and Dr. Lecter out."

Will said: "A little confident, you didn't say that in front of Dr. Lecter."

"I was just convinced by him." Jack said, "It was only at that time, and now I have begun to doubt this decision. I must be responsible for your safety."

"Relax, as Dr. Lecter said, although the prisoner is vengeful, he is not without brains, and he will not act in front of so many FBIs.

He's not very patient, and the FBI doesn't have the energy to protect us all the time. Cases can happen at any time—like now—and it's not a good idea to hang on to him whether or not he does. "

"So I can only put you back into the society, and only send a team of plain-clothes agents to covertly protect. Even when you sleep, you have to worry about your little lives being taken away by the hidden guns?"

"For insomnia, maybe you could consider melatonin?"

"I'd rather think about bullets, once and for all."