Sha Qing

Ep22 Bedside Visitor

Leo awoke from a coma, and the hospital's white ceiling gradually took shape. He blinked his sour eyelids, and found that he couldn't move above the neck. He touched his hands with drips, and his face was wrapped in gauze like a mummy. The pain around the wound has been reduced a lot, and the body seems to be floating in the clouds.

Li Biqing pushed open the door of the ward and walked in. He was surprised and said, "Leo, you are awake!" You just finished the operation and fixed the broken maxilla. The doctor explained that if the pain is still bad, you can adjust the analgesia pump yourself. "

Leo moved his lips a little, and Li Biqing stopped him before he spoke. "It's best not to talk these days. If you need anything, you can write on paper." Holding the notebook, put the pen between Rio's fingers.

"I'm fine, don't worry," Leo scrawled.

Li Biqing froze, "Compared to me, you should care about yourself." He tried to cover up the worry on his face, "You don't know how much you hurt! I stood outside the glass wall of the operating room and watched The doctors sewed you back and forth like a broken sack. At that time I was really— "He choked and didn't go on, his eyes were full of sadness and heartache.

Leo watched him silently, suddenly reaching out and holding his placket, slowly pulling it down and resting his forehead on the forehead of the other. The warm body temperature and familiar atmosphere passed over, and Li Biqing seemed to hear his unspoken words: "Rest assured, I am much better now, and I will be completely well soon."

The black-haired detective left him, and blinked playfully, like a young boy who knew it meant "I'm much stronger than you think."

"Okay, I know you'll be fine tomorrow, Star Man." Li Biqing laughed at him, took a drinking glass with a straw from the table, and slowly fed him to drink.

"I'm fine, there is a nurse here, you go back to class." Leo wrote.

Li Biqing shook her head: "You have to be hospitalized for a while. I want to stay here and see what can help."

Leo also wanted to write something in opposition, but his future brother-in-law had a big trick: "If you don't agree, I'll tell Jasmine about your serious injuries." This sentence is enough to kill him with blood, not to mention now He had only half of the blood, and he had to stop and surrender.

"Excellent. Now I'll ask the doctor to see what you can eat, you haven't eaten for more than a day." Li Biqing said, put the water cup back on the table, and picked up the thermos pot to leave the ward.

The room relapsed into a quiet whiteness, and Leo took ten minutes to reflect on the case, and then bored the ceiling dullly. Free time is really hard! He sighed silently and began to think about whether to ring the bell and ask the nurse to bring a magazine like Sports World.

At that moment, the door was tapped twice, and a figure he didn't want to see for twelve minutes came in. The man went straight to his bed, dragged a chair and sat down, looking down at him, his face looked like "compassion and comfort", but Leo knew it was "happiness" with a Halloween mask ".

"It's a pity, not disfigured, still a little white face." The bald-headed man looked at it for a moment, appraising it with a weak tone.

Fuck you. Leo said in his throat.

"Can't you talk? Yeah, I can't say anything good anyway." Anthony put his two arms on the back of his chair and rested his chin on his forearm. It ’s really awful. What did you do in my boxing class before, jumping into Swan Lake like a little girl? "

Leo jerked out his hand to pull the bottle needle on the back of his right hand, and seemed to want to get up and give him another punch. Anthony was startled, and quickly held down his arm: "Okay, okay, stop here. In addition to visiting you, I want to ask, how did the miscellaneous die, did you say anything before you died? "

The dark-haired detective knew that he was referring to the old enemy in the fighting arena, "Devil" Elan, and he almost died in his hands. Oh, they all came from the Siberian training camp, maybe there was a big beam there already, and it seemed that this hatred would not die.

Speaking of which, thanks to the encounter in the underground training room, Anthony's two serial leg skills that defeated him impressed him, although the teasing element was far too much to teach. But it is undeniable that if it were not for these two shots, it would be difficult for Elland to knock him down even if he was lost for a moment.

Thinking of this, Leo picked up his pen and wrote a sentence in the notebook: "Died from your famous technique, and he recognized it before he died."

Anthony took a sip of white / powder like a person with a drug addiction, revealing an intoxicated look of contentment. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the thrill of indirect victory. He opened his eyes after a short while. His tone was a little bit more serious: "Thank you, Leo, I owe you personal feelings."

Leo twisted his neck uncomfortably and wrote, "I won't answer 'you're welcome. In fact, the best way to express your gratitude is to stay away."

Anthony had to get up, took a few steps, returned to the bedside, took a small pocket knife about 10 cm long from his jacket pocket, and threw it on his quilt. Ward.

Leo recognized at a glance that this is a Victorinox pocket knife commonly known as the Swiss Army Knife. It should be a "hunter" with a unique stag head logo printed on the handle. It is a professional hunting and adventure knife. After playing with it for a while, he found that the manufacturer's initials were engraved in the hidden place, and it seemed that it was a specially-made boutique. He liked the knife so much that he didn't plan to return it with a pretense. Of course, if I did go back, God knew what Anthony would do because of his shame.

When Rob pushed the door in, Leo was still fiddled with it, pushing accessories like wood saws, screwdrivers, curved scythes back again.

"Ha, I know you must be bored when you wake up, so come here to make a fuss." The brown-haired and green-eyed agent sat proudly in a chair by the bed.

"Do you mean" gossip "that a supervisor mistakenly transmitted **** / love videos to the office network or something like that? Then you do n’t have to, I know your taste." His partner gruntly.

"No, this time is different. It's related to the guy who was killed and headshot."

Rob began to talk eloquently: "The guy was named Martin Selly. He had been with the Rangers for two years. After retiring, he found his wife was lonely and uncomfortable. She got involved with a policeman who often came to patrol the community. When he returned home silently, the sneaky men and women rolled sheets in his wedding bed. He broke out on the spot, snatched the police ’s pistol, and finally caused one death and one serious injury. For this he spent 12 years in prison -If it wasn't for the final verdict of "passionate killing," he wouldn't even think about getting out of the horn until he died. "

"It's no wonder that his targets are all police, who have angered the entire law enforcement system because of his wife's infidelity."

"Bacheng is. He has a lonely and rude character. His only friend is Savi Elland. The two met in the online chess game room. This 'Devil King' is not a good stubble. After exiting the black market fighting game, he still I never forget the feeling of kicking other people's heads, but unfortunately, this interest is not enough, so the two hit it off and played such a **** killing game. "Rob's face gradually darkened, his eyes flashed with disgust and anger Light, it seems that the shadow of Maien's near death still leaves him, and it is difficult to eliminate it for a long time.

Leo didn't want to persuade him. In the process of handling a case, they will always encounter psychological barriers of one kind or another. They have to learn to overcome and overcome obstacles by themselves. It is not a good way to rely on the enlightenment of others. Fortunately, time is like a never-ending stream that can wash away most of the impurities, including spiritual ones.

"In short, this case is finally over!" Rob sighed. "I now think that killing is a lonely man who pursues" evil and evil ". You see, he helped send the two scum to **** while also A detective pulled it back—don't deny it, I've read the on-site investigation report, and unless he has his helper, it's impossible to get those two lunatics. "

Leo said after a moment of silence, "My biggest headache now is the closing report, which is quite difficult to write."

"It's understandable," Rob said sympathetically, "It's the type of" can't write exactly as it is, and you can't write it as it is. "You have to take a degree. However, I think this will not embarrass you, maybe you will catch it in the future After killing the youth, your case report can still be used as evidence of commutation. "

Leo was silent again, with the gloomy sky of dense clouds and rain.

Rob patted his shoulder comfortably. "But you have to wait until you're hurt."

"... I want to take a vacation," Leo said suddenly.

"Have a vacation? Great! How long have we not taken annual leave?" Rob excitedly twisted almost a few times, dancing a hip-hop or something, "Since I've been working with you, I'm almost working, working, or working every day. Depression! Just take this opportunity to take a vacation, three months ... No, six months, how long does it take to recover? "

Leo reluctantly looked at the happy and forgotten partner, "up to two months, including injuries."

Rob screamed, "I hate killing young men! Why would he help you, letting you fall directly to hell!"

"That's impossible, because he wants to hold my hand."

"What? This is true? You mean he treats you--"

"Just play with you."

"Oh, Leo! I remember that you didn't have that fun before!"

"Now I'm forced to lie in a hospital bed, although I don't think it's any problem to put on my coat directly to go home-it's boring here, you have to make me a little pastime."

"I'm not your pastime!"

"Of course, things like Sudoku and crossword puzzles are that you are much simpler than those."

Rob angrily walked away.

When he came downstairs, he encountered Li Biqing, who was carrying a thermos.

"Hi Rob, why do you look so complex?" The Chinese boy asked.

"Nothing," said the green-eyed agent, looking at him. "It's you, isn't it uncomfortable? I don't see you upstairs."

The Chinese boy pulled the long-sleeved cuff subconsciously and smiled embarrassedly: "I fell down on the stairs before and rolled down the steps ... they didn't drag the cleaner on the floor."

"Do you need to see a doctor? It's very convenient anyway." Rob pointed to the doctor's guide on the wall.

"It's okay, just a few days, but it's just some bruising."

"Now we have three wounded people," Rob shook his bandaged arm and said goodbye to him, muttering impatiently as he walked: "Maybe I can talk to Leo and extend the holiday?"

When Li Biqing returned to the ward, he found that the dark-haired agent's mood seemed to have improved a lot. Now he was leaning on a soft blanket to read the Chicago Tribune. "I met Rob downstairs. He looks a little angry. You two have a fight?" He asked.

Leo wanted to laugh, but touching the wound made this slight movement a bit difficult. "It's okay, we often quarrel, and when we look back, he forgets." He wrote.

"It looks like he gets along well, doesn't he? It's cute," Li Biqing said happily.

Leo skeptically glanced at him, "cute? I heard him describe you like this. The word is not easy to use. He said he came to you as soon as he came to dinner. Between you, shouldn't ... I warn you, if you dare to betray Jasmine, I will peel your skin! "

The Chinese boy suddenly blushed angrily: "What a joke, Leo! You know I'm not, that ... gay." He was a little ashamed to say something, whispered.

Leo had a sigh of relief, but with the ensuing frustration that he couldn't even understand, a clump of fluff stuck in his chest. He took a deep breath and tried to shake off this inexplicable feeling, and decided that it was necessary to change the subject: "I plan to take a vacation, about two months, what do you think?"

Li Biqing opened his eyes childishly: "Have a vacation? Great! Where shall we go? Beach? Camping? Travel?"

"Don't you want to take your language class?"

"I think, but I want to go on vacation more. Besides, aren't you there? You can be my temporary language teacher."

Looking at the other person's sparkling eyes full of expectation, like a terrier trying to catch a fox and eager to be rewarded, Leo felt that he couldn't refuse to refuse, and nodded.

After Li Biqing was happy for a while, he calmed down quickly, opened the insulation pot and took out the spoon: "Before you have to heal your injuries, the doctor explained that these days you can only eat thin things and don't chew hard. Need Do i feed you? "

Leo immediately took over the thermos and spoon. He is really not used to being treated as a wounded by others, one by one hesitant to ask for warmth, in fact, he intends to stay in hospital for three or two days.

Although the case is closed, there is still a lot of sweeping work. He must print out the damn, headache report ... especially about the killings. He cannot write that he will prescribe medicine for himself. This will be in the future court. Used as evidence of assaulting a police officer; but it is necessary to write a reasonable process for his escape, and not let the responsibility rest on himself, it is a **** headache!

— Forget it, just delete all the parts that are involved in killing the youth. Anyway, no one has seen him except himself, and Rob will keep a secret for his partner.

The black agent is thinking about what prompted him to make this decision. Think about it, telling himself because he can feel that killing is not the same as criminals who kill people in order to satisfy their desires. If it is not necessary to implement the radical idea of ​​using violence to suppress violence, he can even be peaceful, rational, and intelligent.

If he can pull the killer back from the evil road, with his mind and skill, and a profound study of serial killer behavior, it can definitely play a big role in criminal investigation.

But if he cannot pull back, he is likely to slide all the way to the more difficult abyss, addicted to the expanding power and the thrill of controlling the lives of others, and eventually fall into a bloodthirsty monster indistinguishable from those of serial killers.

What a double-edged sword ... Leo thought with regret that this time he missed the chance to catch him, and can only hope for the next time-it is estimated that the other party has a new face.

Looking up at Li Biqing, who was quietly waiting for him to finish his meal, Leo suddenly had a weird idea: if the unscrupulous **** had half his boyfriend as well as low-key.

"His" boy. Leo was unaware that he used this particular pronoun again before addressing it.

He decided to put aside all the headaches for the time being, and take advantage of the sick leave to enjoy the peace and leisure that was rare for two months-and then re-entered the battlefield of guns and bullets.

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