Sha Qing

Ep52 Picture in Picture

After no one answered five times, Rob prepared to temporarily abandon his partner. At the last moment, the phone was connected. He heard a sound that wasn't very sober in the loud, noisy background sound and asked, "Rob? Something's wrong with me?"

Of course something! Too much I'm crazy! Rob resisted the urge to growl and said, "Rio, where are you? I think we need to meet."

"Where ... I don't know, a bar, or a nightclub?" The voice at the other end floated in the tide of DJ music, as if a leaf had escaped the canoe controlled by the host, "Hey girl, you know this is where?"

"It's said that you've drunk too much ... who wants to have another drink with me ... handsome guy, she's so disappointed, I'll drink with you ..." The female voice floated vaguely.

Rob sank his face, and Qing Jin jumped up in his forehead: "Rio! What the **** are you **** about!"

"I don't know ... a little familiar ... purple butterfly ... I remember you're here ..." the other responded incoherently.

Rob knows where he is. As a nightclub enthusiast, the Green-Eyed Detective had overseen the "Night Walking Banshee" more than once, and was dragged back into the car by his partner.

Instead, he had to get his partner back now.

Rob found the nightclub hidden in the dark alley by car, strove to turn away the crazy dancing crowd in the hall, looked around in the blurred flashing lights, and finally found the black-haired detective in a semi-open box.

He was clearly drunk and couldn't score the southeast and northwest. He leaned back on the back of the sofa, and his meticulous black hair fell down and sprinkled on the forehead in a mess. The blazer was thrown on the armrest, his white shirt had at least four buttons down from the neckline, and most of his chest was exposed. Compared to pure whites, his pores are too delicate and his body hair is too small, so that the smooth skin and strong muscles that stand out appear to be carved in light marble under cold light.

At this moment, there were two or three hands with different colored nail polishes moving up his chest. The women with strong makeup and dazzling hair hung on him, and the skirt with hips was grinded between his thighs.

If usual, Rob would admire this rare sight, but today he had no interest at all and went straight forward: "Okay girls, it's time to give him back to me.

One of the blonde girls with big round earrings and a tattoo on the neck looked up at him with a violent look interrupted by good things: "Walk away with your clumsy means, boy, he is ours! You want to endure my brother Are they fists? "

Rob found the document from the inside pocket of the blazer. The gold badge shook quickly, and quickly retracted. It was so fast that he couldn't see the words at all. "Drug Agency. Would you like to go back for a urine test?"

The three girls changed their faces and fled with their own bags. In this place, few people have not tasted the soft poisons / artifacts such as fantasies, illusions, and so on. There are ready-made goods.

Rob ignored them, came forward and shook his confused dark-haired partner, and found that he was drunk a little delirious, but had no choice but to pull him out of the nightclub with half a hand and a half drag, pushed it into the car and drove to Apartments on East 86th Street in Manhattan. He opened the door with the key in his opponent's pocket, and carried Leo into the room with difficulty. He threw it into the bathtub with anger, then operated the shower to maximize the water flow and smoked toward the wine. The guy in the sky drank his head and covered his face.

Under the stimulation of cold water, the black-haired detective seemed to be awake a lot, covered his face with his hands for a while, and then wiped his wet hair backwards, trying to get up and walk out of the bathtub.

Rob held his arm in his arms, his voice intertwined with worry and dissatisfaction: "Rio! I don't know when you have an alcoholic hobby?"

"That doesn't seem to be your patent." The other side answered coldly.

Rob breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This is not Leo Lawrence I know! He will never leave the task at hand, and run alone to the nightclub to buy drunk, because he loves this job more than anyone else. ! "

"So I asked for annual leave." Leo let go of his hand indifferently. "It's been eight years since I stepped into the Bureau of Investigation, and I haven't asked for an annual vacation. The only time I was injured before. Leave is also dead—can't I take a vacation in full? "

Rob was speechless. Watching the black-haired detective take off his soaked clothes as he walked, he threw them casually on the floor, and finally walked to the bedroom naked / naked, and took out the casual clothes from the wardrobe.

"But you can't just leave it that way, whether it's this case or ... he." Rob sighed. "I know you have conflicts and serious problems, and he knows he cheated and used you-no It's us, and I've also been fooled together, and the personality disguised by him has turned around. This is indeed very angry, hateful, and has a deep sense of shame. But I always feel that I always feel something ... not quite right, although I can't tell what it is, but ... "

He paused, as if choosing the most appropriate description for a sensible sensation, "Do you remember the smuggling of cultural relics we have checked? The ancient Chinese painting of great value? From the appearance, it is complete It's completely another painting. No matter if we use carbon 14, infrared, or other detection methods, we can't find anything wrong. At that time, I thought we were completely wrong. It was not the ancient painting at all. .Until you brought in a paper master from China and slowly tore off a layer of rice paper on the surface to reveal the true appearance below, I knew that this is the so-called 'picture in picture'. So many advanced instruments are There is nothing we can do, and only with years of experience and insights immersed in this way, and with the oldest and wise technology, can we uncover the illusion of being as thin as a cicada ... "

"What do you want to explain?" His partner asked back.

"Maybe this metaphor is not appropriate, but I still think that killing blue is like that picture in a picture." Rob paused and said, "No matter what is hidden below, the true tolerance is definitely not the one on the surface. "

"So what? He's not a famous painting, and I don't have the responsibility or obligation to explore the ugly appearance. Is there any more ugly truth. Grab him and my task is done!" Leo bent over and sat beside the bed. With his elbows on his knees and his hands on his temples, a cramping sensation in his brain made him almost unable to think.

"I don't believe you will give up easily. Chasing the truth behind the darkness is your near-instinct attachment." Rob persuasively advised. "Even if you encounter great setbacks, you will not collapse, and you will not escape by drinking, You are not this kind of person! "

The black-haired detective looked up at him from the palm of his hand, and the bloodstains around the dark blue iris, and the deep cyan shadow under the eyes, permeated the exhausted exhaustion. "Do you know when I last slept?" He suddenly changed the subject.

Rob froze. "Last night?"

"Three days ago. From the moment I caught him, I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't sleep for a minute." Leo said indifferently, "you said that if a person doesn't sleep at all, he can live. How many days? "

"God!" Rob changed his face, squatted down and grabbed his arm forcefully: "Why? Haven't you been taking medicine all the time ... Sorry, I didn't mean to spy on your privacy, but I do know that you're eating some spirits Although you do n’t say it to anyone, it ’s nothing. It ’s nothing to do with our business. There are more or less problems in that area ... Is it a drug failure or a side effect? ​​”

Leo slowly shook his head. "The side effects of the drug are great, but I am giving it up and it will be successful soon. The problem is not with the medicine ... Do you still not understand, Rob? I never really fell in love before Who, ever, find a suitable girl, date, get married, have a few children, bland, stable and secure-I think this is the so-called relationship. I think I'm calm enough, rational enough, to those who love to die alive The young and passionate young people sniffed their noses. It wasn't until they met Li Biqing that I realized that when something came, they would not accept the wisdom at all. Your reason was completely swallowed up like a climber in an avalanche. I was willing to bury myself For the grandeur and magnificence of nature, you can turn your head and discover that this is actually a man-made disaster. There are still several cameras set up in the hidden place just to photograph my expressions of hesitation, terror, despair, intoxication, etc. And make fun of it-can you understand my mood at this time, Rob? "

"I understand." Detective Green-Eye clenched his hands and tried to pass the heat of his palm to the other side. "I know you love Li Biqing. Until now, you still refuse to treat him and Sha Qing as the same person. You It is even believed that the appearance of killing Qing led to the demise of Li Biqing, and it was killing Qing who murdered him. "

Leo Tieqing turned his face and said in a weary voice after a long while: "Yes, this is a murder without a body, no evidence, no traceability. Only I know what kind of boy he took from me. Life is completely wiped out ... I hate him, Rob, I have never hated anyone so purely out of personal emotion. Even the cruelest criminal has only got the righteous indignation of Agent Leo, and he-if ​​he wants Let me remember the words of my life with hatred, then he has already achieved his wish! "

Rob was silent, and at this moment he suddenly thought of Leo's eyes. When the black-haired detective stared at the mock portrait posted on the wall, the eyes seemed to jump with a slight flare in deep thought. Regardless of whether the firelight was from a different position of admiration, appreciation or love, in a word, it was bright and enthusiastic, and it lasted a whole year.

"Only hate it?" Rob asked the god.

This sentence was like a key to open the memory cage. Numerous fragments of the screen escaped like a flock. His brain jumped suddenly and painfully. Leo pressed his temples tightly with his fingers, trying to lock them back. But he was still one step behind, and some too deep and intense fragments had slipped out--

Hand reaching out from a ventilation duct in desperation.

Bloody lips holding a bullet.

Bloody kisses in front of the wall full of bullet marks.

Sniffing in the dark cave.

Pain in a close fight.

The seriousness and righteousness of secret crush on him.

A gesture of surrender kneeling in front of him.

The uncontrollable trembling when entering the body-the insecure behind-the-scenes, the aggressive instinct of suppression, the resistance to the invasion of external forces, but forcing yourself to open your body to accept, the trembling caused by these strong contradictions-even if all Tenderness is all camouflage, and there is no trembling to reveal one's sincerity.

As if to smash these pictures hard, Leo clutched a black hair in pain with both hands and spit out / groaned: "Yes ... only hate."

Rob got up sharply, walked to the restaurant, took out a bottle of whiskey from the glass decorative cabinet, unscrewed the bottle cap and put it in his hand: "Since this, then you drink it, maybe only drunk, you can sleep well Last notice. If you don't want to see him again, all the follow-up work will be handed to me. Tomorrow the prosecutor will conduct a pre-trial plea deal with a public lawyer and the client to try to let him plead guilty directly in court. "

"He won't plead guilty," Leo said, staring blankly at the bottle in his hand. "He thinks those things should be done, and he will not bow to any external pressure."

"The judiciary is going to fight a lengthy and protracted battle. The bureau must also be prepared to collect sufficient evidence and provide it to the prosecutors. As a long-term follow-up and personal arrest of his agents, your role is absolutely indispensable. Rob said, "In fact, I hope that killing the youth can plead guilty in exchange for commutation of the sentence. This is good for everyone, saves the lawsuit and is sentenced to a life sentence in the end. He will never see the rest of his life. He must learn to be soft and try the time. "

-He won't. He would rather break without hesitation, and never bend unintentionally, unless that bending is also part of his plan. Leo said in his heart that a whole bottle of whiskey was poured into his throat.

Looking at the dark-haired detective who was finally lethargic on the bed, Rob sighed, covered him with a quilt, and left the apartment with a heavy step.

At 7:30 in the morning, it is breakfast time in the White House. Unit 7R has a separate dining room and dining area, so prisoners do not need to go to the public restaurant on this floor-in fact, the dining table in the prison is actually quite crowded. of.

Today's breakfast was oatmeal, fresh milk, cakes and apples. Alessio, holding a stainless steel plate, swept around the dining area, and soon found a new Asian youth.

He sat in an inconspicuous corner, eating his oatmeal, looking like a loner. That small square table was only him. Obviously, because of the sufficient deterrence displayed at the orientation party last night, other prisoners dared to look at him with various eyes, but none dared to provoke them--the two Hispanic example is still alive in the room. One wrist was swollen like a genetically modified turnip; the other was sent to the medical room for observation due to dizziness and nausea.

The young man picking up short brown stubble hesitated for less than a second, and decided to face the difficulties, walked over to sit opposite the newcomer, and said with a slight Italian accent: "Hi, Lee."

Sha Qing raised his eyes and looked at him, "What's the matter?"

Alessio paused a bit awkwardly, "Are you the first time? Uh, I mean, come in here ..." Hell, this interview is really terrible, he stirred the plate grid with a spoon. Milk oats, very disappointed in their performance.

"Um." The other side answered with a cheerful look, without revealing the offended look. "Before that, all my impressions of the prison were only from movies and novels, so I was a little surprised when I saw this," he poked with a spoon. Poke the creamy cake. Although the appearance is not good, it is indeed a genuine cake. "I did not expect that the welfare in the prison is quite good."

With an easy-to-derive topic, Alessio's tone naturally grew, "Because it is a federal detention center, most of the detainees are held here. In a legal sense, we are only suspects, not prisoners. And Most people's lawsuits are in progress. Lawyers go in and out from time to time. Progress in the trial of major cases often appears in the newspapers. If there is any abuse, it will be an outrageous scandal. Some people can even take advantage of this. Ask the prison for a deal, in exchange for compensation and a reduction of sentence. So the treatment here is not bad, and the CO (prison guards) also have a good attitude. Occasionally, one or two bad tempers dare not go too far; of course, 'residents' They are not too brazen, because no sentence has been pronounced, and once the foul is included in the sentencing consideration, it is likely to increase the sentence. "

"That is to say, this is a harmonious high-end community, the residents are civilized, and the security is competent," Killing Youth drew a circle on Apple's smooth skin with his fingertips, "at least on the surface."

Alessio laughed. "Yes, here is a small apple. Outside (he picked the fenced window with his thumb) is a big apple. No matter what is inside, it must be bright on the surface. Oh, Fortunately, you are breaking federal law. State prisons are treated much worse than this. CO is a thug and a hooligan. Even if it is a federal prison, the difference is good or bad. Let ’s talk about New York. Ostwell Prison, one of the five luxury prisons, we call it the 'mountain' and also the infamous Rex Island-do you know what we call the Great Prison Island, which is divided into ten districts? ? "

"what?"

"grave."

Sha Qing stopped yelling at Apple and tilted his head to look at him: "You know so clearly? Isn't this the first time?"

Alessio replied quickly: "No, I entered the palace. My brother was on Rex Island. They refused to keep the co-convicts in a prison."

"Co-accused? Sure enough, they were brothers and tigers, and father and son soldiers. What did you do to rob the bank together?"

"No ... the family business." The Italian youth smiled a little stunned, seeing that the other party has almost finished breakfast, got up and said: "I will show you around, from now until the night lights out at 10 pm, it is free Activity time, that is, the roll-in time of 4 pm and 9 pm must stay in the cell. There is a self-service baking bar and laundry room, image room, sports room, library, can be used at will. Public phone is free, but input Be careful to monitor after the ID number. There is also a swimming pool and basketball court on the top floor, but it is not open every day. "

"It sounds like a vacation center."

"Actually, it's quite similar, except that the per capita area is too small to go out, and the cumbersome procedures that can't be completed. The federal government spends more than 90 dollars on each of us every day, which is comparable to the average working-class day. Much higher salary. "

While chatting and laughing, the two prison guards walked into the dining area, patrolled left and right, and stood by their tables.

"Is there anything wrong, Ian, Marcus, we didn't foul." Alessio told the unit's responsible guard.

It was recognized by Shaoqing that they were two of the prison guards who escorted him in last night. Marcus was a middle-aged black man with a large waist and a round waist; Ian was a purebred white man with a slightly long blond curly hair under the brim, which seemed a bit too Young, but with a mocking sneer on his face, he looks far more mature and sophisticated than his actual age.

"It's nothing to do with you, Alessio." Marcus said, turning his head and raising his chin towards Sha Qing: "3145-107, follow us."

"What?" Sha Qing asked.

"Changing clothes," the black prison officer replied routinely.

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