Sha Qing

Ep72Tilltheendoftheline (The Finale)

Day 46 after waking up.

The injury to kill the blue has been recovered, and his physical fitness has basically returned to the level before the injury. He pulled Leo into a fight. The agent's unmarked release of water annoyed him, but he had to admit that because of some irreversible dark injuries, his skill was at most 80% of his heyday.

"Don't be angry, baby," Leo comforted him. "Even if it's Bacheng, you can do ten gunmen with bare hands."

"It was originally a dozen!" Sha Qing kicked the metal ankle very unpleasantly. "Pick off this annoying thing, it affects my sensitivity."

"Sorry, I can't do it unless you want to take a narcotic injection after 10 seconds and then be transported back to Rex Island by the police car." Leo stopped his childish behavior.

"Who the **** is this?"

"It's me." Leo said, "I already knew you were awake in the bureau. Gaudi asked me twice. When will I be handed over to you? I said you can't get up. You have to treat it for a while and you will be honest Click it. "

"Oh, hell. Go to court, listen to lawyers and prosecutors, peel off sentences, pronounce sentences, go to jail-again?" Ho Qing rolled his eyes impatiently.

"No way, the process is like this. And this time the public prosecution added a murder, jailbreak and bombing of public facilities, and the sentence has to be increased." Leo Zhengse said.

Instead, he laughed: "It doesn't matter if 17 or 71 is not different to me, because in a few days, I will escape from prison again and escape completely."

He unscrupulously announced his unfulfilled crime plan, and the black-haired agent could only show helplessness. "Give me some time, I'm trying to find a way."

"Did you think?"

"There is a vague idea, but it needs some institutional support, so I will go back to the bureau now."

Sha Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously: "Aren't you suspended for one year? It's been less than three months. Work addiction again?"

"What about you? Murder addiction has also been committed? Last night I watched you stare at the serial murders reported on TV. If the eyes and thoughts are substantive, the murderer may have been skinned and deboned!"

Shaqing shrugged. "Then see if you can hold me. Otherwise, here," he pointed to his own heart, "that beast was about to move and burst out, and then, don't think that this **** has locked me. . "

Leo shook his head and just laughed.

Rob received a phone call from Leo, saying that he was in the lobby on the first floor and rushed down from the office in delight, giving his former partner a warm hug in front of the eyes.

"Hey, you finally show up! I thought you were going to be a family cook for a lifetime!" The green-eyed detective said cheerfully, "how is that guy?"

"Restoration is pretty good. I have been doing physical rehabilitation recently. I am always worried that he has been in a hurry. The doctor asked him to stay in bed for three months, but he never listened to the doctor."

Rob smiled unexpectedly. "Come on, he won't even hear the Supreme Court's decision, let alone a doctor's order." He scratched his hair, remembered an important matter, and smiled: "Tell you a bad News. The meeting has been going on for the past two days, and it will not be too long to discuss his follow-up treatment. Gaudi seems to be inclined to throw the killer back to prison, so that his elites-that is, you, dear workaholic, You can return to your post without any worries and continue to work hard. "

Leo nodded calmly, signalling that he already knew, "That's what I'm experiencing."

Rob shrugged regretfully. In fact, his feelings about killing youth were both caring and upset. If it was him who had confronted him in the abandoned playground at the beginning, it would be impossible for him to take a shot with his chest; but if he was allowed to get along with the young man, he would also take care of his diet, and think of goose bumps. In short, he thinks that this kid is the existence of poisonous flowers and dark angels. Perhaps only law enforcement enthusiasts with full disciplinary skills can suppress it. Well, just keep a certain distance and keep following them.

"Sit in the office and talk to Gaudi?" Rob suggested.

Leo was interested, and walked with him to the elevator.

The elevator door opened, and a FBI agent in a gray suit stepped out to face Leo, smiling and saying hello: "Hi, Leo Lawrence, long time no see."

"Sean Boswell, remember when you last met, you told me to perform an undercover task." Leo shook hands with him, "Congratulations on successfully completing."

The blond-eyed, blue-eyed, good-looking young detective smiled bitterly: "It's done, but it's a shortfall. My target-Ronald Tuckerman, that jailbreaker, you know?"

Rob interjected: "That's a celebrity! Successfully escaped 28 times in 25 years, forcing the federal government to admit to the outside world that there are huge management loopholes in the prison system, and it lost its face."

"Because the Bureau launched the" Anti-Jailbreak Plan ", the Office of Prison Security and Protection proposed a" Stain Advisor System "and tried to absorb Ronald, so I worked with him as a roommate in the same cell for more than half a month. Actually that guy It ’s not that crazy, but rather quite clever. This time the warden of Daocheng Prison is planted in our hands, and the charges are for murder and corruption. ”

"You two seem to be working together very well." Rob glanced at Leo ridiculously. "Is your criminal partner also a handsome guy?"

Sean said, "No, but it looks pleasing to the eye. Unfortunately, he can't be the beneficiary of this plan-when I reported him from the prison back to the bureau yesterday, the guy actually escaped from my car Can you imagine that he actually chose the latter among 'FBI consultants' and' Prison Fugitives'! He also left me a note saying, 'For me, freedom is not the ultimate goal. I love the moment of constant escape from prison, the moment of joy and fulfillment, that is the meaning of my life '-this lunatic! "The detective's expression at this moment looked a little bit crying and a little bit ironic Anger and helplessness without steel.

Rob couldn't help laughing, "Oh my God, it sounds like the killing of a jailbreak specialization!"

Leo's heart fluttered and his eyes brightened, and the vague idea suddenly had a clear outline in his heart.

"Are you free at noon, can you have a meal together? I want to talk to you alone," he said to Sean.

Sean was a little surprised to hear Leo's invitation, but he hid his doubts and nodded, "No problem, I'll call you after work." Then he politely walked away.

Rob was incredibly keen and asked Leo, "You want to help kill the bleached identity?"

Leo entered the elevator with him, watching the red floor numbers keep jumping, and asked, "Do you think there is a better way to prevent him from going to prison?"

"But ... the kid is untamed and totally disregards the law. Will he agree to join the FBI, who was once a dead opponent, as a stain consultant?" Rob hesitated.

Leo sighed deeply: "My headache now turns into this one. In any case, I'll go to Gaudi first, discuss the feasibility of the matter, and see if we can have an" anti-serial murder plan " ——After all, there are cases first. We can cite the old cases, and they are also famous. "

Rob murmured, "But that old example failed in the end."

"So I can't fail," Leo Shen said, "whether for him or myself."

Day 49 after waking up.

Three days after Leo's departure, he returned to the apartment with a tired look, but he was tired with excitement.

He is lying on the sofa leisurely, holding a thick notebook in his hand, and is writing a new novel called "Prohibited Island". Although the booksellers are under the pressure of the Bureau of Investigation and are still struggling to publish "Life and Death Chess", the click-through rate of serial articles on the Internet has soared to a crazy number. If the reader's reply post is paper-based, it is estimated that Paper up the entire Statue of Liberty.

Out of personal preference, he didn't like to use a computer to type. He was tired of writing on his right hand, and changed his left hand to continue writing. The writing on the two hands is quite different, but both look pretty.

Leo leaned over his shoulders from behind, and kissed his hair on the top of his head: "Pay attention, sir, don't worry about those reminders."

Sha Qing raised his head and took a long, long kiss with him, "Do you know how terrible the reader's grievances have been for more than two months?"

Leo kissed intently before thinking about the subject, and thought about finding an entry point that is as easy to be accepted by the other party: "You know, according to the rough statistics of the Bureau, there are currently more than 300 serial killers in the United States. If we Being able to catch them can provide you with material for dozens of novels in the future. "

"We?" Sha Qing raised his calf and shook, and the two green lights on the metal foot ring flashed regularly. "Exclude me. Tell me what's the use of this, Agent, I'm a FBI captive." Get up, I'm not in prison now, it's all your credit, right? "

Leo acquiesced, and then said, "If you have a chance to get rid of captives and criminals, would you like to try it?"

Sha Qing laughed, and with a slight mockery in his smile said: "Wait, let me guess, are you guys ready ... Zhao An?" He closed his notebook, got up and walked to the open-plan restaurant. After washing his hands, he took a large one out of the sink. Place soaked entrails on the cutting board of the cooking table.

Leo followed, glanced at the dark-red, lustrous viscera, and immediately determined that it was the liver of an animal, reminding him inexplicably of the victims who had been stabbed in the stomach-God, he started from Never thought this thing would appear on the dinner plate!

Sha Qing took up the meat cleaver, twisted a knife flower between his fingers, and easily cut it into thin slices of the same thickness, spread on a plate, and looked like some kind of soft and evil artwork.

"I want to listen to your specific implementation plan first." He fiddled with the liver film with the tip of the knife and said casually.

Leo thought about it and asked, "I know you have a database. How many serial killer information do you have?"

"25. In addition to the 12 that have been made, there are 13 to be done."

"Excellent, give them to me."

"For nothing? No way."

"Not for nothing. I'll help you apply for a 'stain consultant' place."

"What the **** is that? I only know that there are tainted witnesses. If it was a plea bargain, I have already done it, but the judge insisted that he would not be thrown into jail for more than ten years, and the entire Federation would be bloody." Shaqing shrugged.

"It's different. It's more special than that." Leo turned the question and asked, "Do you know Ronald Tuckerman?"

Sha Qing thought for a moment, "That‘ jailbreaker ’?”

"Yes, 28 escapes in 25 years. No well-guarded prison can suppress this talented prisoner. The total cost of arresting, trying and detaining him alone amounts to more than 12 million. He added 3 years to 78 years, but he still escaped again and again, was arrested again, and escaped again and again. In the end, it was intolerable, and the prison security office came forward and signed a deal with him. "Leo breathed out. Said.

Sha Qing understood what he meant, "What's the deal?"

"Hire him as an adviser to the FBI's anti-jailbreak plan. If he agrees to cooperate, the bureau will be responsible for applying to the justice, reducing his sentence by half and serving his sentence on parole!"

"Yeah, really creative." Sha Qing commented, "So you got inspiration from it?"

Leo shrugged: "Does n’t the law have similar rules? If a case is difficult to adjudicate, and there are similar verdicts in this state before, then the old case is cited. We can start here and use the information of 13 serial killers as a bargaining chip. Strive for an advisory position on the "Anti-Serial Murder Plan". I think that if the rate of serial homicides soars this year, public opinion will be happy to sing praises, and the new director will be satisfied with his impressive achievements. Compared with this, A dark law enforcer is not that threatening, is it? Not to mention, as long as you join the protection plan, the government can bleach your identity and the news media can't hold it. "

"A lot of things are a transaction in itself, depending on whether you have the value of being traded." At the end, the black-haired agent concluded with a sigh.

"I know what I'm worth," Sha Qing put down the cleaver and washed the blood off his hands. "But do you know where my will is?"

Leo wiped his face in frustration, "I know you don't want to, but--"

"But if I don't accept it, I have to go back to jail." The killer interface, "It seems I have to choose one: the federal government's hawk-still off the shelf; or the federal government's criminals-this is on the establishment. This said Multiple-choice questions are really fucking, do you think? "

Leo was speechless. He understands killing young people, admires him, admires him, deplores him, and undoubtedly loves him, but now he has to put the other party back into his most disdainful framework of jurisprudence and morality, forcing him to make a choice against his will ——Everything, just to want to be with him brightly.

Perhaps Sha Qing could never understand his painstaking efforts, and perhaps armed himself with resistance and hostility again. He had already prepared such a mentality.

... Hell! Get ready to fuck! He couldn't even imagine that Killing Youth once again sneered at him, and he couldn't accept that after getting an invaluable treasure, he lost it bloody!

Yes, he tried his best to stay with the youth, but what qualifications does he have for forcing a sound person to give up his beliefs and wishes-even in the name of love?

Leo was struggling with pain inwardly, but outside, but expressionless silence.

Killing the greens, marinating, stir-frying, seasoning, and thickening easily. After a few minutes, a plate of simmered brown fried liver is out of the pot, and it emits a unique and rich fragrance. He picked up a piece with chopsticks, blew it, and handed it to Leo's mouth. "Eat? Very tender."

Despite his nausea, Leo bit his mouth open, swallowed quickly, and swallowed.

"What's the smell?" Sha Qing asked.

"... I didn't taste it." Agent Black answered with a serious face.

Sha Qing looked at him with a tilted head, and slowly twitched the corner of his mouth. The laughter became more and more prosperous, and finally burst into a burst of extravagant laughter, with a proud tune.

He hugged Leo vigorously and said, "Dear Agent, guess how much I'm willing to sacrifice my will for you?"

Leo couldn't see his face and replied motionlessly: "Percent ... forty? No, thirty percent?"

"You just underestimated how important you are to me?" Killing Qing said with a smile, "The correct answer is that there is no sacrifice. Once, my intention was to kill those scum, one by one, one by one, and do it my own way, no one is needed Identification and support. And now, my intention is to kill those scum-with you? Oh, this is a really good idea, dear, for this I can tolerate a little work, and try to use less **** violence. of."

Leo's eyes widened incredulously, and he even forgot to respond to the other's hug: "You mean ... you mean?" This answer far exceeded his psychological expectation, and for a moment, Baba barely spoke. Come.

"But there is one thing that cannot be changed-they must die. Whether it is poisoned on the injection table or rotten in prison, in short, once they are caught on the net, they can never see the sun again. Otherwise, I will regain my old career and use My own way, for the incompetent FBI and the federal government, to dig out these rotten abscesses. "

When the shock in Leo's heart receded, there was a huge ecstasy. He hugs his unparalleled lover in his arms tightly-and at the same time will be a partner who can deliver his life in the future, with a choking sigh.

They hugged inextricably until the poor plate of food became cold and inaccessible.

"Now let me feed our stomachs first, and then delve into the specific operation process, how about it?" Sha Qing suggested.

Leo's arm slid from his back to his waist, buried his face in his neck, and said vaguely: "You missed the most important thing between the two-the one that needs to be fed, but not just It's the stomach, what do you think. "

The 87th day after waking up.

Ostwil prison, New York.

Sha Qing held a carbon pencil and scribbled on white paper.

He has already painted almost. It is a copy of the blue copy of the original painting. The original painting has been burned to ashes as a demon's funeral with a suspicious detective novel called "The Devil of the Heart". He redrawn it from the memory in his head:

The two closed doors were tightly wrapped with countless barbed vines, as if sealed by a dense net, unable to open. In the middle of the gate, those spiky canes tied a man with blood, and blood stains opened a gorgeous red rose on him.

After finishing the last stroke, he tilted his head to appreciate it, smiled meaningfully, and wrote a line of Latin characters below the picture.

The iron door of the cell was knocked with a baton, and half of the prison guard's head appeared at the window: "Luo Lin, someone visits the prison, come to the meeting room with me."

Sha Qing folded the blank paper, shoved it into the prisoner's pocket, walked out of the opened cell door, and followed the prison guard to a separate meeting room.

The FBI agent with black hair and blue eyes was sitting on the back chair waiting for him, still in a suit and shoes, handsome and lean.

Se Qing sat down opposite him and greeted him lightly: "Long time, Leo."

"It's been 38 days." Leo looked at him intently. "You're a little thinner."

Killing the youth and laughing: "Actually, I found myself gaining two kilograms when weighing. Compared to the 'grave', this is simply a vacation center. Are you going through the back door for me?"

Leo cleared his throat, didn't answer the question, and then turned to the front and said, "The procedure is almost gone. The bureau has passed my" Anti-Serial Murder Plan ". I rushed to write a consultant appointment agreement."

He pulled out a few sheets of paper from the folder and pushed it to the front of the killing, stamped with the official seal, "As long as you sign a letter on the board, the office is responsible for applying to the judge for commutation and parole. If there is no accident, it will be immediately Pass. You don't have to spend 60 years in prison. "

The young man raised his eyebrows provocatively: "Even if I don't sign, I won't stay here honestly for 60 years."

"I know. But baby, what we talked about before ..." Leo suddenly stunned and looked at the other with an unprecedented expression of pleading--his killer lover has always been willful and willful, maybe he will change his mind?

Killing the youth provoked the pen that rested on the agreement, and circled uncomfortably between his fingers. "Is this a formal invitation, detective, invite me to be your work partner?"

"Not just a partner," Leo said.

"I have something for you too." Sha Qing took out a folded piece of drawing paper from his prisoner's pocket and passed it.

Leo opened it and saw the familiar picture, which was a bit confusing and clear.

"Read that line, Agent."

Leo looked up at him, his eyes flashing with joy and comfort: "Is this also an official invitation?"

"Yes," said Sha Qing.

Leo read it word by word: "I have a demon in my heart, please turn it into a barbed rose vine and bind it forever."

"I would, no doubt, be your beast-binding chain." The black-haired detective smiled, holding his partner and lover's hand tightly, his face shining brightly in the sunlight shining out of the window.

Sha Qing turned his head to look at the window sill—there was a bright sky where the sun came in through the glass, dispersing the darkness and shadows of the past.

As they once hurt each other, now heal each other.

After experiencing countless disagreements, degradation, and more understanding and redemption, I can finally hold hands and accompany each other until the day when life ends.

—END—

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