I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

Qiu Chengke rubbed his fingers against Bud's neck and lightly tapped his arteries, as if he would strangle him to death at any moment, but he never did it.

Although he didn't understand what happened, Qiu Chengke vaguely realized that Bud couldn't die, at least not yet. He grabbed Bud's neck several times and forced himself to loosen it.

He whispered to Rhett, only felt a sharp pain in his chest, he sighed, let go of Bud's neck, told himself to hold back, the photo might be fake, Rhett is safe, now is not the time.

When there is enough time, he will dismantle Bud into pieces and put them together bit by bit.

"I said I won't kill anyone anymore." Qiu Chengke took a deep breath, lowered his eyelids slightly, and his voice was calm, only the violent ups and downs of his chest showed the suppressed anger in his heart.

"Where is Rhett?" Qiu Chengke touched Bud's arm while talking.

"He's dead!" Bud whispered, "What are you hesitating about? Have you pretended to be a sheep for too long, have you forgotten how to kill people, or have your fangs been pulled out?"

"You want me to kill you that much?" Qiu Chengke heard footsteps in the corridor outside the door, he stood up, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, he looked at Bud, and said through gritted teeth, "Don't be in a hurry to die, Bud, there's a long way to go."

Looking at Qiu Chengke's gentle smile, Bud suddenly felt a creepy feeling, which made him uncontrollably excited again, and a distorted smile appeared on his face.

The door was slammed open, and Dr. Letterman broke in. He was about to say something, but Bud turned around and said to Dr. Letterman first, "I know a lot of things, including transactions and other things, oh, Don’t look at me like that, Great Collector, don’t we all know this, Letterman and we are old friends, and I don’t want to say anything, no one can try to get it out of my mouth.”

Dr. Letterman raised his hand to signal Torres behind him to close the door.

"You will die at any time, Bud." Dr. Letterman observed Bud's expression and said in a deep voice, "Your organization intends to kill you, if you cooperate with us, we can provide you with protection, after all, a private prison is safer than the outside .”

Bud paced, walked to Qiu Chengke's side, pressed his shoulder, and replied perfunctorily with his head tilted, "Yes, you are right, Letterman, I don't want to die now."

Dr. Letterman looked at Bud's movements, frowned in doubt, tilted his head, and said tentatively, "Do you know someone is going to kill you? Bud, are you so dedicated now?"

"Why me?" Qiu Chengke, who had been silent all this time, asked, "If you want to die, kill yourself, what do you want me for?"

"Ever since you Chavalita, I knew I was exposed and I couldn't escape. The scavengers haven't come yet, but it doesn't mean they will never shoot. I'm dead. Do you understand Letterman?" Bud hugged Arm, said as a matter of course, "I am about to die, I want to choose a way of death that I prefer, instead of being killed by the scavenger for no reason."

"Scavenger?" Dr. Letterman knew that Bud was not telling the truth, he grabbed the unfamiliar word and asked, "A code name or an organization, is the big collector responsible for handling your people?"

Bud raised his finger, waved it and said mysteriously, "Don't try to be a white wolf, I have one condition, let him protect me."

He pointed at Qiu Chengke and was about to continue saying something when Qiu Chengke suddenly broke free from the handcuffs and turned around and threw him to the ground, pushed him into a triangle, held him down and said coldly, "Don't move, sniper."

Before Qiu Chengke finished speaking, there was a crisp sound from the glass in the lounge, and then a bullet hit the place where Bud was standing before.

"I knew that as long as Dr. Letterman said I was useful, you would let go of your personal grudges and protect me." Bud shook his feet, looked at Qiu Chengke with a smile, like looking at a treasure, and sighed, "You are so sensible People are disgusting."

Qiu Chengke looked down at him, held Bud's wrist at an angle that Dr. Letterman could not see, and twisted it with force.

Bud's eyes widened and he groaned in pain. Qiu Chengke let go of his hand, and whispered in Bud's ear, "I told you, the future will last forever."

Torres and Dr. Letterman stood at a blind spot on one side, looking at Qiu Chengke and waiting for instructions. Qiu Chengke could feel that the sniper was still there, and he shook his head to signal them not to move.

"Not yet?" asked Dr. Letterman.

Qiu Chengke was silent for a moment, then nodded, "The feeling of surveillance is still there, and the sniper hasn't left."

"What is he waiting for?" Torres said softly, "This is a blind spot, he wants to wait until we get out?"

There was a knock on the door outside, Dr. Letterman turned his head and looked at the door thoughtfully, the door handle moved, and someone was about to come in.

The voice of the sheriff's assistant came from outside the door, "Prisoner Qiu Chengke is with Bud. Bud is in danger. Open the door!"

Qiu Chengke looked at Bud suddenly, and Bud shrugged, "Well, he did too, but he didn't know he was exposed."

Qiu Chengke held the trash can on one side, bent his body, and the moment the door opened, a trash can smashed towards the door, and at the same time a bullet hit the door.

Qiu Chengke paused for a moment, and carefully walked out of the blind spot. He looked back to the window and kicked Bud next to him, "He's gone, come out."

Dr. Letterman selectively ignored Bud's inexplicably broken wrist, and said to Qiu Chengke, "You don't have to force yourself to protect Bud, we will find a way to find out the place of the transaction."

Qiu Chengke interrupted Dr. Letterman. He picked up the handcuffs that fell on the ground and put them on himself. "I actually don't understand what he means. It's safer for you to lock him up wherever you want than for me to protect him."

"Actually, it might be that we have a wrong angle of thinking. Qiu Chengke, maybe Bud didn't think so much, he just wanted you." Dr. Letterman said in a low voice, "When you just hugged him and threw him to the ground, The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned and twitched, he is happy and excited, his pupils and nose are dilated, he is licking his lower lip, his waist is raised, and he is sexually aroused."

Dr. Laitman coughed lightly, and said bluntly, "Generally speaking...Qiu Chengke, Bud has sex/desire for you, that is, as the saying goes, he wants to fall in love with you, but there are some alternative ways to obtain this sexual impulse. There are many kinds, cannibalism or sexual/abuse can get pleasure/sensation, has he told you anything about it? About this aspect."

Torres, who was watching with his arms folded, turned his head suddenly, and saw Qiu Chengke's brows furrowed, and his facial features became tighter. Torres had never seen such an obvious disgust on Qiu Chengke's face. Dr. Letterman's words sickened him.

"He told me in the interrogation room that he wanted to skin me." Qiu Chengke recalled, "I thought he just wanted to skin me, and he didn't think in other directions."

"I sympathize with you. It's not a good thing to be targeted by a pervert." Torres patted Qiu Chengke's shoulder and sighed.

"Where did I provoke him?" Qiu Chengke pointed to his face, and said hesitantly, "What attracts him to me? Face?"

"It's barely passable, and it's not to the extent of love at first sight." Dr. Letterman smacked his lips and said, "He should have been observing you for a while, the chess thing is so big, and it took a lot of time for the agents to deal with it later. Time, as a former agent, as long as Bud thinks, he has many ways to get your information and surveillance video."

He paused, looked Qiu Chengke up and down, and said in a low voice, "You have to know that after a thorough and in-depth understanding, you have a lot of attractive things. Keep your children hidden. There are many good people in this world, and there are also many bad people."

With Bud's cooperation, the sheriff's assistant and Bud were put into the interrogation room together. Qiu Chengke looked at Dr. Letterman who was about to go to the interrogation. He couldn't help but stop him, and asked hesitantly, "Red, is he okay?" ……"

He took out Bud's cell phone, which had a photo of Red's death on it.

Dr. Lightman looked sideways, and there were fine lines on Qiu Chengke's forehead, his eyebrows drooped slightly, and he spoke slowly and softly. Although Qiu Chengke tried his best to make himself look the same as usual, Dr. Lightman knew that he was extremely sad and anxious now. The combination of micro-expressions is a kind of crying without tears.

Dr. Letterman wanted to tell him that Red was fine, but all he could say was, "I don't know, you can ask Gordon."

Qiu Chengke nodded and did not bother Dr. Letterman who was busy with work.

Only Dr. Letterman could see Bud's deliberately concealed micro-expression. Time was running out, and Torres and Locker interrogated the sheriff's assistant in another room.

"You exposed it too early, Bud, what on earth are you trying to do." Dr. Letterman put the picture that Gordon sent him before in front of Bud, and said with crossed hands, "Qiu Chengke can protect you, but you know, that's far away." Far less safe than in prison."

He paused, and asked suspiciously, "This is the first time you and Qiu Chengke met, your love came so suddenly."

"To tell you the truth, Letterman, I have been observing Qiu Chengke for a while, although it is all in the form of photos, texts or videos." Bud leaned on his chin and said, "Qiu Chengke is very interesting, isn't he? There is a simple little girl , call it Ava, I got some things out of her mouth, for example, the miraculous Chinese-American Mr. Qiu and his sugar pills."

"What are you talking about?" Dr. Letterman said with a puzzled look on his face.

Bud ouched, and smiled contemptuously, "Don't hide it, I'm also a lie detector, I can tell you lie, I'm not a scientist, and I don't have the idea of ​​contributing to society, don't be nervous, I won't tell others , that won't do me any good either."

"You are really perverted now." Dr. Letterman looked at Bud with great interest, "tell me your conditions, Bud, don't say anything to make Qiu Chengke protect those polite words."

"Then let's talk straight, I want to have sex with Qiu Chengke, will you agree?" Bud said with a smile, crossing his legs.

Dr. Letterman stared at Bud's expression for a while, and said coldly, "That's enough Bud, stop joking, stop insulting people, you are not our only clue, you are a prisoner now, straighten yourself Location,"

Bud's expression froze, he put away his contemptuous smile, sat up straight, leaned forward to close the distance between the two, and said in a low voice, "After I was forced to resign and went to France two years ago, I met a big collector there. People, since I joined the big collectors, I know that the world has no impenetrable walls, I am not a craftsman, I don’t even have a code name, once exposed, I will die, and I have been looking for a way out for myself since then.”

“Whether it’s the FBI or DHS or whatever, or you say private prisons, the scavengers of the big collectors are everywhere. Not that the organization is huge, but money is more powerful than You want to be terrible, as long as you place something in my meal, you can get a good reward Burden, why not do it, so I definitely can't go to jail, Letterman, you understand, I will die in it."

"You think it's safe to stay outside?" Dr. Letterman gradually understood Bud's meaning.

"At least it's safe to stay by Qiu Chengke's side." Bud replied earnestly, "You have also seen what he did just now. Few bodyguard agents can do this, and I can't hire anyone who can do it. Proved something in the lounge as well."

"What?" Dr. Letterman narrowed his eyes, staring at Bud's expression, making sure he wasn't lying this time.

Bud's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "So far, I can't find a more suitable candidate than Qiu Chengke. He has life-saving medicine on his body, can detect snipers hiding in the dark, and can avoid bullets. , he is a bodyguard tailor-made for me, but before using him, I have to make sure that he will not suddenly betray me and kill me. I provoke him in the interrogation room and show him Rhett to die in the lounge He's very angry, he's going crazy, it's very risky, right, but it's not bad at all."

"I have made sure that he is a rational person who takes the overall situation to the extreme. As long as I am still useful in solving the case of the big collector, he will definitely not kill me. Even if I kill his lover, he can bear it." Hold." Bud swallowed, rubbed his hands excitedly, and sighed, "So Qiu Chengke is absolutely safe and reliable. As long as Qiu Chengke is close to protect me 24 hours a day, I will definitely survive until you destroy the big collector. That day, and then I promise that I will accept the trial obediently after I am sure that I am safe, and go to prison to spend my old age.”

"We need to think about it." Dr. Laitman pondered. "The premise of our agreement is that you must prove that you have such a high value."

"In that case, let me express my sincerity first," Bud took a deep breath, and tapped his fingers on the table, "The trading place is in Barber County, the third alley at the intersection of West Main Street and Copnin Road, there is a In the underground bar, the item to be traded is a 'Sister's Drum', the time is set at 15:33, this is a private transaction, when I exposed it, the location has already been set, there is no way to change it midway, you still have time to go now."

Qiu Chengke was waiting in the corridor. Gordon told him that Reid was safe and would join them at the police station soon. Qiu Chengke was reluctantly relieved. He leaned against the wall with his eyes closed and waited quietly, constantly rubbing and beating his fingers. Then, imitating the action of tearing apart the bones.

A police officer carried Little Sweetheart over and handed it to Qiu Chengke. After taking it, Qiu Chengke subconsciously stroked its neck. A clear killing intent flashed in his eyes, and after he realized it, he changed to gentle stroking. Little Sweetheart's mission was about to expire. Yes, tomorrow is the last day.

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