Sha Qing

Ep69 The Last Killer (Part 2)

When Rob awoke from his doze, the red light at the door of the operating room remained on. He rubbed his face with his palm as a towel and turned his head to look at his partner.

The black-haired detective sat on the bench in the hallway, staring at the white wall opposite, as if meditating. Rob found that he hadn't changed his posture from sitting down to now.

He hesitated a little, and said, "I'm hungry and I'll buy something to eat."

Leo nodded slightly.

Rob couldn't wait to get up and left—although he has always been a good player in an active atmosphere, but now the atmosphere makes him feel hairy and has no intention to be active.

Shortly after he left, the green light at the operating room door turned on, and several medical staff took off their masks and walked out exhausted. Leo bounced up immediately and greeted him, "How is he?"

The headed middle-aged doctor replied: "The operation went smoothly. The bullet penetrated the upper lobe of the left lung and caused a through-thorax injury, but it did not hurt the heart."

"Can you recover?"

"The human lung function is highly compensatory, and the impact on the body after healing should not be too great, but it requires a recovery period of more than three months."

Leo felt the muscles in his chest spasm for a few hours and suddenly stretched out, exhaling dryly.

The doctor saw that his pale face was a little bloody, and comfortably added the sentence: "Relax, at most, you can't run 20 kilometers with weights, or go to free fights or whatever. The daily work life is still no problem."

As far as killing youth is concerned, "daily work" is more intensive than free kick. How much will your skills be affected? A power-loving man like him must find it difficult to accept ... At the same time of sadness and regret, Leo's heart gave birth to an untimely rejoicing: Maybe he would also cherish his life more, and take the tightrope on the cliff The bad hobby converged, and she thoroughly washed her hands.

The injured patient, who was still under anesthesia, was pushed out. Leo's mind was chaotic and followed the medical staff to the intensive care unit.

According to the doctor, he will be awake within 24 hours. But 24 hours passed, 48 hours passed, and 72 hours passed.

Leo frowned and asked the attending doctor, but the other side couldn't say why, just emphasized that the operation itself was successful, and from the inspection report, there were no abnormalities in various physiological indicators.

"Then why has he been in a coma? Is there a problem with the treatment?" Leo asked, his tone rushing.

The treating doctor frowned because of his indecent assault, but was unwilling to clash with a law enforcement officer who looked like he had not slept for three days. However, the young assistant beside him simply went back sharply: "Of course the treatment is important, but the patient's own will to survive is more important. If he is unwilling to wake up, the physiological mechanism is dominated by the subconscious, it may also cause stiffness or psychogenicity coma."

Not willing to be sober? Losing the will to survive? Is he talking about killing youth? Leo showed a ridiculous look, sneering at the young doctor: "Even if he was pointed at the muzzle, he could stab a dozen people with his bare hands. You mean such a person has no will to survive, boy?"

The other party was like being forced to swallow ice cubes in the winter and narrowed his neck sharply. The attending doctor quickly came out and hit the round, and walked away with embarrassment with his assistant.

Leo gave a poor look at their back, sat down on the edge of the bed, and stretched out his hands to brush the tiny fibers that fell on the cheeks. Young Asians closed their eyes quietly, and the eyelashes cast dark and thick shadows under the eye sockets, like the motionless butterfly wings, which made the cheeks thinner and paler. Leo's hand stalled above his cheek, and then stroked it from his forehead to the bridge of his nose to his jaw. Shen said, "You have been looked down on, kill your youth, get up and kick his ass."

"Come up. If you want to continue jailbreaking, now is the best time-there is only one agent hungry and sleepy, and he is not your opponent at all."

"Your empty bag smashed Rob a lot of bruises, and he complained about why you didn't give him another bulletproof vest."

"Your explosives / drugs were also loaded in the wrong place. Did n’t you say you were going to bomb the fifth district of the prison? Why did you only bomb the Irishima Bridge? You know how stupid my expression was when I received the report of zero casualties. Laughed. "

"And Shaneir, the cunning jackal was almost caught, but unfortunately fled. But we issued a national wanted order, and it is estimated that he will have a life of unlucky life in the second half of his life."

"..."

In the silent ward, there was only one man's intermittent voice, and it seemed that he had to say everything in a few hours without knowing what to say in more than a year.

The phone kept ringing, but Leo didn't answer.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and two plainclothes agents came in and told Leo that they had come to watch the shift. The bureau told him to return immediately.

Leo sat beside the bed and ignored him, feeling that he had nothing to say about him-he now only had the desire to talk to the coma killer in the hospital bed, and he was too lazy to shake the vocal cords of others. Until one of the detectives couldn't bear to call the boss's phone, Gaudi's cry came out of his mobile phone with anger: "Rio! You **** don't answer the phone? Get me back right away! Right now! Still waiting for your report! "

"Slap", it seems that the other party fell off the handset. Leo held his cell phone and took a moment to turn around. He turned to the two agents and said, "If he wakes up, please notify me as soon as possible."

Then he walked out of the ward without looking back.

The next day, I don't know who in the hospital leaked the news. The media flocked to the scene. The police urgently deployed manpower to isolate the ward area where the murderer was located. However, the media are still trying everything to break into the interior to create news headlines that are eye-catching and explosive, such as "serial killer killer committing another crime after his escape and being pursued by the FBI and seriously injured and unconscious".

A number of fan clubs who killed the youth also got the news that the hospital was surrounded by water. There was even a young blonde girl wearing a low-cut wedding dress, trying to rush into the cordon with a kick, and screaming wildly: "Get away! You thugs! Butcher! Don't delay my wedding! Damn it, your bride is here! Let me in— "

That night, the FBI mobilized a special operation team to secretly transfer the killings and transported it to the police internal hospital by helicopter.

All the above Rob recounted to Leo vividly, but his partner gave no face at all, not even a trace of extra attention to him. There are several boxes of archive files stacked on the desk, and Leo is sweeping the tasks on his head as he deals with the business tasks accumulated since this time. He almost worked day and night, sleeping and eating. Although he has always been a workaholic, he has never overburdened him like this to the point of breaking human nature, and has taken Rob as a shock. He tried to persuade Leo not to be so masochistic and to take his body as the most important thing, but the other party simply replied to the two words: "——Go away."

Rob couldn't do anything, looking at Leo's eyes, just like looking at a crazy magician who burned his flesh and soul together as a casting material. In the end, he made a nasty move and said to Leo, "It seemed that there was a reaction to the killing of the young man ...

Leo slammed his hand and rushed out of the door.

He nearly robbed Rob in the hospital corridor. The doctor solemnly told them that the patient had been unconscious for 17 days and had lost consciousness, but the subcortical center could still maintain spontaneous breathing and heartbeat. If it continued for more than a month, I am afraid that it would enter the plant state.

"It's really strange." The doctor said, "From the results of our multiple examinations of his brain, we haven't found any head injuries or lesions. It stands to reason that he should have been awake long ago. His pupils have light on them. Response, with or without intentional eye-tracking movements and sleep-wake cycles. With the input of nutrient solution, vital signs are also considered stable. I think his coma ... maybe psychogenic. "

The word Leo had heard in the mouth of the doctor at the previous hospital and immediately countered, "Fart!"

The doctor froze and explained in plain language to the two agents who were almost fighting: "This is a reactive mental illness caused by intense trauma. You can understand it this way, the patient's subconsciousness is caused by isolation. , Self-protection, and other reasons, closed their own spiritual world, unwilling to communicate with the outside world, and thus physically refused to be sober. In this case, the drug has little effect, and I suggest that you try to use hint therapy. "

Leo pondered the doctor's words repeatedly and asked, "What to do?"

"You can find some people or things that are of great significance to the patient, including certain odors, sounds, etc., using language actions and environmental simulation to stimulate the patient's benign stimulus may be able to awaken."

"We can put a movie on his bedside, a 24-hour rolling broadcast of" The Chainsaw Horror "and" The Zodiac "," Rob whispered to Leo. "Let's go to the prison to pick up a few prisoners for a live interpretation version. ? "

Leo gave him an angry look, went into the ward, and locked the door with his backhand.

He sat next to the bed again, staring at his increasingly thin face while sleeping.

"Is it really you who don't want to wake up and kill young people?" He said softly, "Why, because of me? Because of the shadow of childhood? Or because of the" this **** world "in your mouth? This world has let you down here Planting so that you don't care about not even opening your eyelids? "

No answer.

But Leo always felt that it was not that simple. The truth is hidden deep in the heart of killing the youth, and he has been searching in the other party's ambiguous words and actions and ambiguous attitude, as if he was exploring gold in the sand of the Ganges. He knows that killing youth is good at disguising, acting, and reversing black and white, but he has a gut feeling that killing youth somewhere—a negligible and trivial place—leaves a gap for him. The tiny gap in his spiritual world is like that of The Whisper Before The Bed.

I will find the gap and open the door. Leo said silently to Sha Qing. You won't be disappointed again this time, I will find you hidden behind the door and take you out.

He got up and left the ward without going to the office, and returned directly to the apartment in Manhattan.

Leo closed his eyes on the sofa where they had nested together, as if the temperature of each other was still left, and quietly remembered. Recalling everything between him and killing youth-from the first time he heard this code, every word, every look, every fight between them, every tassel to understand the understanding, every love and hate Showdown ...

As if the very long and very long film of film slowly pulled over the eyes, every frame was wiped away from the dust, shining in the memory. It turned out that he had so deep a mark on his mind and deep inside that even the flashing details of the picture made his body tremble unbearably.

-How slow is he to spend so much time and so much money to determine the importance of the other party to himself? Only then can you find out how ridiculous the self-deceit of the so-called "God to God, Caesar to Caesar"?

-If he really loves him, he has the courage to be the enemy of the world. Because every bit of pain in the other side will be reflected in his heart with blood.

-How could he have the heart to throw him into a dark, rotten prison, and destroy the human right to freedom, "the liberty"?

Leo opened his eyes, tears rolled down from his deep dark blue eyes, and flowed into the corners along the edge of his eyebrows.

As if telepathic, the words of killing blue emerged from countless memories, before a brutality / violence that finally regretted him:

"By the way, did you receive the belongings I sent you, and help me keep them, do n’t throw them away, especially the cell phone ..."

Especially that phone.

Yes, this is the gap.

How did you respond then?

-He got up and waved his fist at the bridge of his nose.

Leo stood up in pain, holding his head tightly with both hands. After a long time, he calmed down and got up, staggered, got up, went into the bedroom, and took out the blackberry phone sent to him from a bottom drawer.

Its battery has been exhausted due to long periods of inactivity. Leo plugged in the charger, turned it on, and browsed through its SMS, email and file management.

Soon, he found what he wanted, a ten-minute recording, lying alone in the audio folder. He flinched his thumb as if burned by the fire, and immediately pressed the play button without hesitation.

"Leo Lawrence."

It's the voice of killing blue. After a short pause, then changed to Chinese: "I want to hear this recording is you, not the tramp who turned the trash can, or the younger brother who refurbished a used mobile phone. Of course, this is just my personal wish , Maybe you will really lose this phone when you get angry-in a way, Leo, I have always failed to think about your mind. "

He laughed softly, as if laughing at himself.

"Now I'm thinking, what is the motivation for me to keep this recording for you. You know that I always plan things carefully, even if I am in a hurry, I have to plan before moving, but this time, I really do n’t know what the motivation is. , Driving me to do so. But I guess when you hear this message, I should be out of the world. "

Leo fiercely fought a cold war, and clenched his phone in the cold.

"Oh, did you startle me? I just want to try this vulgar sentence on a rotten street. In fact, I'm very likely to retaliate and kill you, and then continue to get away with it. Do you feel confused? Yes, I have written the final showdown between us into the plan in advance. Either you die, or I die.

"I'm thinking why I've been teasing you and provoking you for more than a year, keeping your eyes and bullets on me. I said on Luna Shuangdao that this is a very interesting pastime to pass Leisure time outside of work, right? At first it was true. I found pleasure in you, and at the same time, I was looking at you. It was like choosing a handy and powerful weapon in a mess in a house. Yes, among a bunch of police and detectives, I chose you.

"I think you should be honored for this, what do you think? Especially when you tell me solemnly, 'A person must be responsible for what he has done, we are all the same, no one can do whatever they want', I know I Find the right person.

"Do you know, there is a word you are too **** accurate, you said to me: 'I know you hate them, but you are becoming them, believe me, you don't want to see a thought in the mirror Strangling myself with my own hands. 'Yes, I know this from beginning to end, so every time I look in the mirror, I see a serial killer who wants to kill himself. Starting with the first person to breathe in my hands, I'm no different from them, the same bloody, cruel and cruel. But I never regret it. Sometimes I think that when I die, 80% will be like the serial murderers who died in my hands. We meet again in hell-of course, I don't mind killing them again, there is no more evil place to go anyway.

"The more people I kill, the more I do n’t care, because the end is already doomed. Before I find Enjoyer's revenge, I will kill it all the way. If I can send Enjoyer to hell, then the next turn I myself. "The voice paused again for a moment, suddenly becoming soft and playful:" Dear Agent, do you know why I gave myself the code "killing blue"? "

Leo froze. Kill blue ... kill ... green? He was startled.

"Yes, that's what you think. Only by reading it in Chinese can you understand the true meaning of it-

I have solved so many serial killers, and the last serial killer to be solved is myself. "

An unusually calm voice. From the calm, there was a cruel heart like death—the cruelty of abandoning his life!

He finally understood where the power and instability of killing youth originated, Leo thought. Killing youth has no fear of death, and even desires death. While killing the enemy with one stroke, he also killed the warm and bright part of his soul with one stroke, and then used blood and coldness to calmly face the end of his death.

From beginning to end, he was on the road to self-destruction.

He is not a dark law enforcer, a juggler, or even a deliberate avenger. He is a willing prisoner.

He himself was the executioner chosen by him.

He always provoked and irritated regardless of the occasion, deliberately made himself fierce, and hated him with teeth, precisely because he hoped that the "killing blue" life eroded by darkness could end in a kind, brave, upright, Bright Enforcer. This is what he has left in his heart, the last trace of good wishes for this world.

——This is the "real motive" for the hard pursuit.

Leo made an indescribable moan from deep in his throat.

After a long pause, the sound continued to sound, and it seemed to bring a bit of confusion:

"As for you, Leo, when did your usefulness slowly change ... I don't know, but this is not a good phenomenon, it will make me weak, inefficient, and sometimes give birth to Unrealistic fantasies—illusions that I could still have a reason to live on. "Killing Qing sneer," How naive! Right. Knowing that it is a natural enemy that is incompatible with fire and fire, I tried it again and again, and tried to get you Remembering me, the end result is like two celestial bodies forcibly moving to the same orbit, colliding with each other and destroying each other.

"No need, Leo, no need to destroy each other. Just destroy me.

"Leave you, continue to glow, look at the world for me.

"This fucking, **** world."

The room was silent and the recording was over.

Leo stood still, as if consciousness was projected into another space-there, a serial killer who was good at calculations and finally accounted for his life, was sitting on the sofa, holding a mobile phone, While recording, she smiled slightly in the corner of her mouth.

-How does it feel to get along with someone who decides to die in his hands? When you talked to him with laughter and fighting side by side, what was your mood? If you still have a hint of retention on your life, you should not lend a helping hand at his life and death!

——Since you gave birth to a fantasy that can continue to live in this world, why not tell him earlier and work together to make the fantasy a reality? Is it because he is always so slow, stubborn, and step by step, even so late to understand the truth?

——If now he says to you, don't destroy, don't give up, the world is not as bad as you think it is, is it too late?

——You once saved his soul when he fell into darkness and pain, and his spirit almost collapsed. Now he also wants to return this redemption and work with you to find a reason to continue living. Are you willing to accept it?

——Killing ... Killing!

After a long time, Leo seemed to break free from suffocation, took a long breath, then sat down at the desk, pulled out a pen and paper, and wrote a long word without hesitation in the middle of the first line.

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