Sha Qing

Ep60 Dark Past

When he rushed down the steps of the porch barefoot, the building behind him could no longer be called a house, it was burning, the heat waves were transpiring, like a huge firework blooming fiercely in the night.

He ran forward without looking back, sweaty bangs hanging on his forehead, and still wearing old short-sleeved shorts that acted as pajamas, howling like a puppy just struggling up from a pond. He didn't know the direction and had no destination. He just ran until he bumped into a man who was about to get on the car, was rebounded, and fell on the concrete ground.

"Don't you have eyes? Run so fast to get to death!" The man cursed rudely.

"Forget it, just a child," said another man next to him. Compared with his burly companion, this man with a flax-colored, resolute sense of character is much more peaceful, even stepped forward to lift him up, and then saw his thin arms that were exposed outside, the old and new criss-crossed bruises and Bruises. "Injured? Need to take you to the hospital?" The man asked casually for humanitarian reasons.

He retracted his arm, trying to hide it behind his back, and his dark eyes stared at the other side with vigilance. "No need." He seemed worried about being chased. He looked back with some grandeur, and turned back, "Can you give me? a pair of shoes?"

The man moved his gaze to his dirty bare feet, and some fresh scratches on it were seeping blood: "I don't have extra shoes, but I can give you some money and buy it yourself."

He hesitated, took the banknote, found no pockets on his body, and had to rub it in his palm. "Thank you," he whispered, seemingly ashamed of being favored, but having to bow to reality, "I will pay you back."

The man smiled very slightly: "OK, if we can still meet."

He nodded and ran away. The Biaohan who was hit before murmured unpleasantly: "Quirky kid. Is it touching porcelain?"

"Don't worry about it, Phalanx," said the light-haired man. "You haven't seen the bruises on his body caused by sticks and leather belts, and some cigarette butts are scarred. It looks like he's 14 or 15 years old, a poor little thing."

The black man called "Fang Zhen" shrugged: "What does that say, 'Poor man must have hate', when I was twelve, I screwed the screwdriver into the abdomen of the perverted stepfather. trample."

They got in the car and drove for a few hundred meters, and saw the burning house on the roadside, which was almost burnt into ruins. A middle-aged man and woman seemed to be the owners of the house, standing at the gate of the courtyard and shouting. Screamed and cursed excitedly.

"I told you not to adopt him long ago! The **** is an unfamiliar wolf-eyed wolf!" The male host growled at his wife, who shed his hair.

The woman shoved her husband unwillingly: "It's a fart to say such things now! Why don't you lock him up?"

In the slow-moving off-road vehicle, the linen-haired man showed a playful glance to his companion: "It seems the little guy I just funded is courageous, isn't it?"

The whistle of the fire truck came from afar, and Fang Zhen looked at the bickering couple in the fire, and snorted, "Well, I admit that his impression has changed, but he still has thin arms and thin legs. Poor worm that has to die. I was the size of two of him when I was fifteen. "

"You still don't realize that for a man, muscles are important, but not the most important." His companion said, "I like the child's eyes, how do you say ... like a wild wolf cub."

"Come on, Captain, you said the same way when you brought in 'Quick Passengers' a few years ago." Fang Zhen squeaked his teeth in disapproval, "We are not an animal rescue center."

Leo came out of a two-story apartment by the road. According to the address given by the Phalanx, he rushed back to Los Angeles overnight and found the house.

A family of five and two dogs lived there. The male owner was an accountant, and the hostess was a housewife. She was innocent and had no previous experience. She moved in seven years ago. They only knew how long the house was built when they moved in, and they didn't know anything about it before.

Leo visited several nearby households one after another, and finally learned from an elderly woman population that the house was burned down by a fire about eleven or two years ago. A couple who had lived there sold the land and moved to develop it. The merchant rebuilt the house and sold it to new customers.

"I remember their last name ... Ragan, that's right. Mr. Ragan is a policeman who is tougher, but not difficult to get along with. The couple adopted a girl from the welfare home without any children. Later, the little girl died of illness. After that, they were sad for a while, and adopted a boy again, "the old woman recalled stupidly." It was a very beautiful Asian boy who was afraid of being born and did not like to talk. Mr. Raugen said he was a little autistic. "

Leo took a composite photo from his pocket and showed her a seven- or eight-year-old Asian boy above: "Please identify carefully, is this the child?"

The old woman narrowed her eyes for a long time: "It's a bit like it, but you need to be a little older. You look like 13 or 14 years old, and you don't look so good."

Thirteen or fourteen ... Leo pondered for a moment and asked, "What happened to that fire?"

"Who knows, Mr. Laughan said it was a circuit problem. But I clearly remember that their husband and wife were cursing in the yard that night, saying that the adopted boy had burned their house. I have never seen that again Child, Mr. Laughan said that he ran away from home. They searched for a while and then left it. "

"Finally, please, do you know where the child was adopted from the orphanage?"

The old woman shook her head.

Leo had to thank her, and when he got in the car, he used satellite maps to call out all the nearby welfare homes. There were three houses in total. He decided to check from the nearest one.

The Fangzheng said that they met a fifteen-year-old murderer here. If the Asian boy adopted by the Laughen family was a young murderer, why did he set fire to his parents ’house and how was he admitted to the welfare home? inner? Leo drove, thinking silently.

Severe police adoptive father, veiled reasons for the fire, inexplicably adopted son after the fire ... In the seemingly trivial and intricate amount of information, key words are hidden, like the most important pieces of the puzzle, and they are filtered, Finding the connection between them, and finally putting together the truth of the facts, is one of the duties of the investigator's own job.

No, go to his job, excuse it! He worked so hard and had nothing to do with his work. He was completely self-conscious-he just wasn't content to approach and kill, and wanted to go further. He is so eager to visit his past and understand his heart. He wants to know how the false and sly masks cover the true face of the other layer by layer, twisting a soft and simple child into hands Bloody, killing serial killer.

Then? He asked himself more than once, what if he knew it? What do you want? For this reason he was confused, ambivalent, angry, and painful, but now he is no longer suffering. Yes, he could not intervene in the past, but he hopes to participate in the future life. It took him nearly two months to figure this out. The **** / violent incident in the detention unit of the detention center was not the deciding factor. However, it is an outbreak of accumulation of all kinds of feelings to a critical point.

To this day, he still has a love-hate relationship with the killing: the part "Leo" is irresistibly attracted and sinks into love; the part as an "agent" has never neglected his duties and always deepens Be alert.

Perhaps the Phalanx was right, my mother is a neurosis. Leo laughed with a ridicule, and a slightly gloomy handsome face was reflected in the rearview mirror-gloomy, but he did not hesitate. Once he made up his mind, he would never look back.

The second time he met the man with flax-colored hair, he was in a black bar, and broke a drunkard's eye with a half-struck beer bottle neck. The latter slaps him drunkly and screams, covering his eyes.

The two gangsters next to him flew at him fiercely. He flexed out of the armpit of the opponent, fled towards the back door of the bar, and ran into the arms of the Phalanx again at the men's bathroom door.

This time the **** man didn't speak and scolded him, and the two fists stunned the wet chase on the wet floor.

The Phalanx wrapped his neck and walked back to his box like a kitten.

The captain and Kuike played dice on the sofa, and Aurora tinkered with a cup of deep-water fry / bomb, forcing the snowfield to sink. Seeing the square array brought in a handsome young man dressed as a waiter, all of them suddenly showed surprise.

The captain recognized him all of a sudden and said with a smile, "Are you here to pay the money?"

In front of the eyes, he stomped his tiptoe awkwardly, took a handful of banknotes out of his pocket and put them on the coffee table. "I only have these. The rest will be paid back to you after I get paid."

Aurora Danglang grabbed his shoulders, and the earrings, nose rings, and lip rings shone under fluorescent lights, making him a little dizzy. "Oh, the little guy is very beautiful. Let me have a few drinks with my brother. I will pay the rest for you. . "

"Sorry, I'm not with wine."

"Are you going to sleep / sleep?"

He changed his face in a coquettish laugh, and threw his fist at the other's face. Aurora casually grabbed his wrist, as if the catcher easily embraced a slow-flying baseball. But this was just a rush, and his curved knee slammed into the other side, and Aurora blocked the offensive with the other hand. He laughed and said, "Cunning-" Before the words were finished, his head and face were splashed with a glass of wine. It's up.

It turned out that while he was attacking with his right hand, he had secretly held the wine glass on the coffee table with his left hand.

There was a scorn of disdain.

Aurora wiped the drink on his face with his sleeve and looked at him as usual, but his eyes were cold. The captain got up and walked over and said, "Be careful, don't anger others." Aurora turned his head away and asked him, "Little arsonist, what do you plan to do next? Go to the police to surrender or report the case. Are you abused by your adoptive father? "

He pursed his lips, and replied in a mature and indifferent tone that was far beyond his actual age: "Does it work, my adoptive father is a policeman. As for surrender, I didn't feel that I had done wrong. Why did I surrender? I was not there before ignition They have sleeping pills in their drinks, and I've been very restrained. "

"Good guy, born a warrior." The captain smiled, and couldn't help rubbing his hair. "A calm, firm, unmoved heart is more rare than any strength and skill, because later The former can be practiced, but the former is a gift. How about, are you interested in coming to my team? I can give you the strength and skills that you lack. As long as five years, no, three years, I can make you invincible. Sharp sword. "

He tilted his head and thought about it-this movement showed a little childish shadow, but soon disappeared in the dark eyes-and asked cautiously: "These powers and techniques can help me to trace the dark hiding Evil, kill anyone I hate? "

Everyone laughed again. "Of course, we are professionals." Qucker interjected.

"Killing expert." Snowfield added coldly.

"Extraordinary shots, great skills, heaven and earth, omnipotent ..." Aurora proudly started R & B.

"-We are 'Arctic Foxes," said the captain.

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