The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

Byron decided to make today his lucky day.

As an avid lover of oriental culture and an amateur artist, that idea took shape when he visited a famous painting exhibition.

True beauty should not be buried, he will be the one to be shown to the public.

This idea became stronger as time went by, and finally after several months of preparation, he completed his first work nervously and excitedly.

Followed by the second, third...

The nine works so far are all women without exception.After a long delay in finding the oriental man he fell in love with, Byron couldn't help becoming anxious.

The FBI took the case and they're going to get him.

time is limited.

Byron cared less about life than his own beliefs.For him, death is also a withered beauty.What makes him unacceptable is that he has not shown the beauty of men to the world.

In his irritability, he walked into a Japanese grocery store.

His mind was instantly attracted by the black-haired boy sitting by the window.

The autumn sunlight fell across the window and fell on the young man. He lowered his head and narrowed his eyes slightly. It was supposed to be a brightly colored picture, but the light seemed to be absorbed, making him appear gloomy and gloomy. With slender bones, fragile, beautiful.

Byron recalled the last art exhibition he went to, the painting called "Sunkissed Boy", a blond-haired blue-eyed boy with deep-lined muscles, bright and strong.

ugly……

So, this is it.

The Boy Kissed by the Sun is his last work.

He walked towards the boy without hesitation, even eagerly, and smiled: "Excuse me, can I sit here?"

Perhaps for the last reason, things went unexpectedly smoothly.

The boy named Arnold believed his words without any vigilance, and he was also very supportive when he talked about Japanese culture. Occasionally, he would tell a joke along with the trend and show a face-saving smile.

It is not the warm and hearty smile of the Americans, but a more reserved, gentle but not dull smile like a white camellia.

This made Byron's heart beat wildly, and the blood rushed through the blood vessels and rushed straight to the brain.

He said almost without thinking: "So, do you want to come and see?"

juvenile:"?"

"I mean, I have some collections from Japan in my home, which I have collected over the years. The description in words is always lacking, and it can't bring the real touch to the soul-maybe, you are willing to come and see for yourself ?"

Byron explained: "Although it's the first time we meet, it's a bit strange to make such a request. But, maybe you know, a bosom friend is hard to find in high mountains and rivers—this sentence means that it is not easy to meet a like-minded person."

"I understand..." The boy from the East smiled, "Thank you for your invitation, I am very willing."

"Oh, that's great! Today must be my lucky day, Arnold - allow me to call you that."

"Of course, Byron."

Mr. A agreed with a smile on his face.

Lucky day?

It's obviously a bad day.

Fingertips brushed the gun body through the cloth, Mr. A's eyebrows were frowned: "I can't wait."

Accept the punishment, scum!

-

"The prisoner is Byron Layton, 32 years old, unmarried, studied at the CalArts School of Fine Arts, dropped out of school... now lives in Baltimore, Maryland - the world is really small, isn't it?" Agent Lyons said.

"Hannibal is in Baltimore, I mean, maybe the agents who are protecting him can get a side job?" Alana, the FBI consultant analyst, said.

"Jack, what do you think?"

"All part-time jobs are prohibited during the FBI's work, take a good guy, the car is here."

"OK. Seriously, don't you think you're overly protective of them? It's like protecting two newborn babies."

Will? Baby? Graham couldn't help but said: "What? Please, this statement is a bit disgusting."

Jack said: "I just don't want to talk about family affairs in front of their tombstones in the future-it's boring."

They spent an hour and a half on the road and finally arrived at James' residence after lunch time.

Three-story detached villa with a well-kept small garden.However, the plants in it are not the plants that most people like to maintain.

The heavily armed agent came to the door and made a ready gesture to his colleague.

Then there are the classics.

"FBI! Openthedoor!"

After a symbolic knock on the door, there was still no sound inside, and the agent knocked open the door.

The wind chime rang softly.

The interior decoration style of the house is very individual. There is an ukiyo-e painting on the wall at the entrance, and the wooden floor is bright and clean.

Silence spread infinitely in the air.

"Maybe it's not a wise choice to come at lunch time." Will said, "How about the people watching the surveillance?"

A sound came from the headset: "At 47:14 p.m., the prisoner brought another person back home, male, about [-] years old, maybe a little older, Asian."

"He found the last muse." Will murmured, and then he walked quickly into the house in front of him.

Alana: "Looks like we're a step too late."

Almost 10 minutes have passed since the prisoner went home, "but maybe it's still too late."

Jack has rushed in.

There are moments when reality is occasionally more dramatic than story.

like now. Mr. A thought.

James curled up on the floor, and the red blood seeped into the cracks of the floor, which was obviously difficult to clean.

The man groaned in pain, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, he was shot twice, one shot hit his right wrist holding the gun, and the other shot hit his thigh.

A bloodstained pistol lay on the floor three paces away.

The petite Browning was held in the hands of the black-haired boy, and his brows frowned, "Tsk."

Following the line engraved into the DNA, there was a knocking sound at the door.

"Well, you're a prisoner the FBI is after, and to be honest I didn't expect that."

Mr. A covered his mouth with his sleeve to prevent him from making a sound, Browning threw it aside, and he kicked Byron's pistol into the gap under the cabinet.

He rummaged through his pocket, "Would you like a biscuit? Reminiscence."

Obviously not expecting an answer, the teenager roughly stuffed the biscuit into his mouth, choked his throat and made him swallow it whole.Then he grabbed his head and slammed it against the edge of the table.

They are now in the collection room on the third floor, and it will take a while for the FBI to find it.

Hands that carefully wiped off fingerprints? The gun was stuffed into the man's hand.

boom!boom!

Two gunshots were fired in succession, and the footsteps downstairs became visibly hurried. When Will, who was at the front, came to the collection room, the first thing he saw was a white male lying in a pool of blood.

Immediately following the intermittent bloodstains, he saw the black-haired boy curled up between the exhibition shelves.

The young man looked at this side vigilantly, the original color of the clothes on his body was almost gone, his face was pale, and he held a gun tightly in his hand.

"Medical!"

The medical team downstairs quickly arrived with a stretcher.

Based on the traces at the scene and the conditions of the prisoner and the victim, the FBI tentatively made a hypothesis——

The inmate took the victim home and threatened the victim with a gun.However, the victim resisted fiercely, and shot twice in succession, once brushing the torso, and once hitting the shoulder, and finally the victim snatched the gun in his hand.

The victim was shot twice in the wrist and thigh, and the prisoner fell backwards and hit the edge of the table and passed out.

Although it is a bit unbelievable.

"Both the prisoner and the victim have been sent to the nearest hospital and are in good condition and can be questioned after basic treatment."

Alanna said, "The technical department found photos of nine dead people in his computer, which is enough to make a case for him."

Will was a little slow, and replied, "Yeah."

"Did you find anything suspicious?"

"No, it's just a little strange." Will shook his head, squatted down and stretched out his gloved fingers to touch the floor, "Leighton is 187cm tall and weighs almost two hundred pounds (90kg), the victim... that boy, 170cm tall Left and right, thin build, but able to snatch the gun from Layton's hand."

"Maybe it's underestimating the enemy, there's no other explanation, isn't there?"

"Maybe..." Will was noncommittal, he stood up, "Let's go to the hospital."

Alanna walked out of the collection room with him. On the way down the stairs, Will suddenly stopped, "I forgot my glasses on the table, you go outside first, I'll be right there."

"You rarely make mistakes like this."

"You also said, very few." Will shrugged, "It doesn't mean there are none. Next time I will exclude clothes without pockets from the wardrobe."