Sha Qing

Ep67 The Last Killer (Part 1)

The devil, he couldn't see his face. In memory, it is a huge horror shadow, oppressed on the body, settled in the soul, unable to resist, difficult to eliminate, everything covered under it is painful and distorted. It was once so powerful that he shuddered and despaired, and now he suddenly saw what it really was--

It's just pieces of dead meat. It's no different than the serial killers he once solved, even weaker and more vulnerable.

Now, it and the memories it occupies can no longer hurt me. It's ridiculous to think about it. It's ridiculous that I would be so mad and screaming at night for so many years because of this trifle.

Stepping on the flesh on the windowsill, he returned to the living room and picked up the blood-stained axe on the floor.

Jennifer seemed to finally wake up from sleepwalking. The little girl cried in horror and ran towards her mother's hiding place.

The killing did not attack her or anyone else in this house. He always had a clear goal, only Hayden Kolten.

He took the axe and calmly walked towards the entrance of the living room, holding the carved brass doorknob.

Leo and Rob's helicopter landed on the broad lawn of the courtyard. Police cars have surrounded that magnificent villa. Numerous armed police have fired live ammunition, and sharp whistle sounds one after another.

After the routine shouting did not respond, the commando prepared to forcibly enter the villa. Leo found the person in charge among a group of policemen who were waiting for him and asked, "Is the suspect still inside?"

"It should be. We rushed to the scene within ten minutes of receiving the alarm and surrounded this independent building. I can guarantee that no one can come out of it without passing our sight." Said the sheriff.

Leo said, "Let me go in with the commando."

"It's too dangerous, the suspect has weapons of destruction ..." After seeing the other side's indisputable look, the sheriff compromised: "At least you have to put on a helmet and a body armor."

"No." Leo strode close to the villa, reaching out to the surprised look of a heavily armed commando, reaching for the carved brass doorknob.

The gate was not locked, he easily opened it and walked in.

The **** smell in the air was suffocating, and Leo's face frowned gravely: According to the appearance of the suspect described by the reporter, he was almost sure to be a killer. But on the plane when he came, he roughly checked the house's male owner, Owen Raymond, a successful and wealthy businessman, without a previous record, a happy family, and it is not within the scope of "free-serial serial killers". Why did he kill him?

Dozens of police officers rushed behind Leo into the empty room, and many did not forbid the back of their hands to block their nose and mouth.

"... God, look on the windowsill!" A policeman cried out in silence.

Meat pieces, internal organs, and broken bones were sprayed on the windowsill like a burst of water pipes. The nearby walls, floors and even the ceiling were splashed with dark red, and the foul smells like poisonous gas fumigated the room.

A young policeman couldn't help vomiting.

Leo slowly walked towards the window sill, standing outside the edge of the pool of blood, looking at the half-open sash. On the dark lawn facing the window outside, a man opened his eyes and stared at the window sill, twisted and scarlet lips were completely fixed in the howl.

"Enjoyer ..." Lemur murmured, fully understanding the murderer's motive.

An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth, this is a **** revenge that has been persistent and planned for twenty years and cannot be stopped by God.

This is the ultimate target of "serial killer killer".

"It really is the guy's usual style, including being able to flee before the police arrive every time." Rob walked to Leo, and said with a complex look, "What are you going to do now?"

"Catch him, throw it into prison, again." The dark-haired agent answered blankly.

Rob sighed silently. Deep in his heart, there was such a gloomy expectation that after killing the youth, he cherished his hands and lived a normal life as a result of his cherishment for freedom. However, he slaps him ruthlessly, telling him with blood and corpse what Jiang Shanyi can't change his nature.

He patted his partner's shoulder comfortably: "Then forget him completely, you are not all the way at all."

Leo was silent, and the dark blue eyes became more and more unpredictable because of the collision and precipitation of many emotions. "You haven't seen one of his novels," Whisper Before The Bed "?" He asked suddenly.

Rob froze, puzzled, "No, when I want to see it, his series of novels are urgently withdrawn from the office readings."

"You can check it out," Leo said, then turned away from the murder scene.

The hot water flowing from the shower head washes the blood, and the shower floor is shockingly red. Sha Qing is standing barefoot in **** water, with red and white contrasting.

"Your bath towel and pajamas." Shanier leaned against the bathroom door with his arms folded, and cloth on his shoulders, a subtle, lowly color / emotion in his expression.

Sha Qing reached out and turned off the faucet, his shapely slender body loomed in the white mist. He wiped the wet bangs with his palm, and said lightly, "You should learn to knock first."

"Sorry, fill it in." Shaneir knocked the door panel with his knuckles insincerely. "Did you come out or do I take it?"

Sha Qing opened the glass door, walked out calmly, and pulled a bath towel from his shoulder to wipe the water droplets from his body. Shanier looked greedily up and down, and finally rested on the metal pendant on his chest.

"This is the blood card of Rafael Stocker?" He asked in a dull voice, while tentatively reaching his hand to the opponent's chest.

Sha Qing politely removed his wrist: "It doesn't belong to you anymore."

"But at least half of them belong to me!" Shanyil glanced a cold gloom through the dark green narrow eyes. "You promised to open four or six times, won't you regret it?"

"Rest assured, I'm not as capricious as you are, so I'm indifferent." Said Qing Qing, put on brand-new underwear, fasten the gown belt around the waist.

Shane is suspicious by nature. Even after hearing what he said, his heart is still unstable, but he knows that this topic can only end there now, and it is not a wise choice to annoy the other party until their transaction is completely reached.

"I have people go to PerSe to pack French food and eat it while it's hot?" He said in a warm tone.

"Eat it yourself, I have no appetite."

"You don't seem to be in a good mood. I thought that after successfully killing a person you want to kill, even if you are not excited, should you feel relaxed and happy? Or to say, our" serial killer killer "has turned to everyone A hobby of mourning? "

When Sha Qing passed by, he choked Shanier's throat: "Shut up, unless you want me to kill you now!" His impatient expression showed the sharpness of the cold, as if there was something cruel. The beast, agitated under Zhang Junxiu's skin, was ready to break out at any time. This made the latter feel numbness in the scalp and throbbing heart, and involuntarily extended the tip of his tongue to lick his dry lips--

How dangerous but seductive! If such a man could be pressed underneath ... Shaneir couldn't hold his own imagination. At this moment, the ghost felt that the attractiveness of the dollar was not so great.

If I voluntarily give up a small part of what I deserve-like millions or something-will he agree to come with me for a one-night stand? Shanir flushed with suffocation and gasped for a sting in his lungs, but pushed his fingers through the other's half-open pajamas.

To kill this guy who uses life to interpret "the peony flower dies, and to be a ghost", I don't know if he should spit or feel funny, let go and let the other person keep coughing while covering their throats.

"Don't think of me, little wolf dog." He teased Shanir's hair into a messy henhouse. "I have no sexual interest in you."

Shaneer easily calmed down and asked, "Who do you have any sexual interest with, FBI?"

Sha Qing admitted very simply: "Yes, I only have **** with him."

"He grabbed you and threw you into jail, and now he is holding you like a hound-toothed hound-even then you still have **** with him?"

"No?" Ran Qing asked, "Is there a contradiction between the two?"

"I forgot again, you are a crazy killer who treats danger as fun." Shanier said in frustration. "For you, the more challenging people and things are, the more attractive you are. That stub has never been caught by you. Conquer, even if the body is 'bent', the bones are still upright and straight, so you are more interested, right. "

"How to understand is your business. But I finally warn you once, don't hinder my plan, otherwise-" Sha Qing showed a **** sneer, patted his cheek, and turned to the bedroom.

Shanier shivered and shouted angrily at his back: "Rest assured! I'll wait for your call near Rex Island, and go now! And you better not forget what I deserve Money, otherwise— "

Sha Qing slammed the door and blocked the second half of his threat in his throat.

"Someone answered him." Leo pointed to the screen and told Rob that the scenes taken by the street surveillance probe were playing. "You see the time when this Land Rover appeared and left, which basically coincided with the time of the incident. He should be at that time. In the car. "

Unfortunately, the windows are pasted with dark explosion-proof membranes. They can't see the inside of the car and can barely see the license plate number.

"Investigate this car." Leo instructed a technician in the New York office. "I want to know who the car owner is and where it is now."

When tracking the car using the Department of Homeland Security's monitoring system, they encountered some difficulties. It changed its license plate halfway and slyly changed the route. They lost it several times, but finally found it.

Leo looked at the car owner's photos and related information displayed on the computer screen. The memory on Luna Island immediately came to his mind: "Chanel Seville ... It's him, no wonder."

"Who is it?" Rob asked curiously.

"A sinister jackal. The original gangsters have been resentful and opportunistic after being sent to prison eight years ago. When I was undercover on Luna Island, it was he who sold my identity to Little Yaver. I almost messed up the task. "

"Why did he get involved with Sha Qing again?"

"He has always tried to him." Leo said briefly, but Rob saw the disdain and anger in his eyes, and immediately responded: well, a sinister rival, no wonder a guy like Leo who is calm and self-sufficient. This look will also be revealed.

"No wonder he took risks to kill Qing Gan." Rob sighed.

"It's crazy," Leo said coldly.

While talking, a technician from the Information Services Section has tracked the car's current location. It is heading east on a highway from the Manhattan area and appears to be leaving New York from LaGuardia Airport.

"Let's go and catch them!" Leo grabbed the coat on the back of the chair, and walked out of the room with great determination.

Rob hurried to catch up. "I don't think it's right. Leo, if it really kills the youth, this time will be too smooth ..."

"You're right, this may be a trap, but it may also be that we want it to be a trap, and then when we hesitate, the opportunity slips away-remember what I taught you?"

"If the eleventh attack can catch the murderer, then the first ten mistakes are necessary."

"Very good guy, you'll be on your own very soon." Leo said, holding the door up to the standby helicopter.

Rob then stepped in. "Want to get rid of me? There are no doors! We are the best partners."

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