The Last Killer

a month later.New York JFK International Airport.

Leo and Li Biqing walked out of the waiting hall with their suitcases, and got into a taxi parked at the gate of the airport.

"Apartment 86, East 103th Street, Manhattan," said the federal agent in civilian clothes to the taxi driver. "Also, can you turn down the music?"

The black driver with thin braids seemed to have never heard of it. While driving, he twisted his body to the loud music on the radio, and a lot of ornaments around his neck jingled, like a rapper enjoying himself.During a short interlude, he finally had time to even out his mouth, and answered the passenger: "Turn it down a bit? Do you think this is Bandari? I said man, your music quality needs to be improved, don't just put your energy on it. It’s spent on choosing a brand.” He glanced sideways in the rearview mirror of the car, curled his thick lips disdainfully at the other person’s clothes, which were obviously not in the same class as him, “It’s not important to be bright, what’s important is the soul, You know, soul! Only hip-hop can unleash it, set it free, like TylerTheCreator, listen to this-"

He rapped loudly with his hips twisted, and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.An SUV in the adjacent lane overtook from behind, and when it passed by, the driver leaned his face out of the car window and cursed angrily: "You occupy half of my lane, idiot!"

"That... what is The Creator, what is it? The Creator?" The Chinese youth sitting side by side in the back seat asked in a low voice.

The federal agent thought for a while and replied, "Maybe it's the leader of a certain cult? Who cares about him, we don't care about beliefs, unless they also make some kind of incident."

The black driver looked at them with a look of "you people who don't understand music are hopeless".

When getting out of the car, Leo paid the fare according to the price, and then patted the driver's door hard, "Hey, musician, buy a bottle of air freshener and clean the smell in the car. Next time if you are in the car If you smoke marijuana, or see a passenger smoking marijuana and don't call the police, I will give the police your name and license plate number."

The black driver cursed out of embarrassment, and was instantly stuck when he saw the white background and blue lettering and the golden eagle badge on it. "—It was my fault! Sir, I promise I will never do it again, really, I swear, to God, oh no, to the child in my girlfriend's belly! Don't catch me, or she will give me cute The little girl—maybe a naughty kid—finds a new daddy! I swear this is the last time! From now on, I will completely forget about marijuana, K powder, and how to spell it!" After repeated apologies and promises, the rental The car whized out and fled into the traffic of the bustling city.

Li Biqing smiled and bent over, "...I always feel that these old blacks have a sense of nonsensical comedy, and there is no way to talk to them seriously. What is this, a national trait?"

"National characteristics? Maybe, just like the Chinese are good at planning." Rio smiled and played his peaked cap with a smile, "Don't say in front of them, be careful."

They talked and laughed and walked into a two-story plus attic apartment.Leo took out the key to open the door, and the air was filled with the stuffiness and coldness that had been uninhabited for a long time.They immediately opened all the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and felt much better after the air circulated.

Through the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the summer sun shines in warmly, adding a layer of transparency and brightness to the entire apartment, which is dominated by white tones.Li Biqing looked at the interior of this apartment. The oddly shaped sofas, tables and chairs, cabinets, cashmere carpets with simple patterns, exquisite knick-knacks everywhere, and exotic log hangings on the walls added luster to it.In the bustling city of New York, known as "the crossroads of the world", and in Manhattan, where every inch of land is expensive, it occupies a place calmly and exudes a unique atmosphere that integrates home and art.

"Great!" Li Biqing admired, "Is this your home, Leo?"

"No, it's my parents' home." The other party replied seriously, "My parents are on vacation in Europe, and there is no one here now. We can borrow it for a while."

Li Biqing asked incredulously: "Isn't my parents' home my own home? Why are they so clearly distinguished? If I told my parents, 'I'll stay with you for a while', I would definitely be scolded."

Leo hesitated for a moment, then finally shrugged: "Cultural differences can't be explained."

"Okay, then I won't explain it." The Chinese boy said understandingly.

Leo laughed: "However, there are two bedrooms. They said they would always reserve them for Jasmine and me. They have always maintained the appearance of our high school days. Would you like to visit them?"

"Of course!" Li Biqing took his hand excitedly, "Lead the way, let me see the remnants of your youth."

Leo was slightly taken aback, the smooth and warm touch on the back of his hand was so comfortable and fascinating.He subconsciously held it back, and squeezed that slightly slender hand tightly in his palm, like a trekking traveler catching a fawn that he had been chasing for a long time, eager to bite and devour it, but he was ashamed of its beauty fur and eyes full of spirituality.This kind of contradictory and complicated psychology was so weird that he couldn't understand it, and it was even more difficult to accept it.

Like holding a handful of sweet chestnuts taken out of the fire, he withdrew his hand in pain, walked quickly a few steps, and opened a closed door.

Li Biqing looked around curiously: this is a typical adolescent boy's bedroom, the curtains, sheets and furniture are all in a cool blue color, and there are various posters on the walls and ceiling, about sports and military, of course, boys Always fascinated by these.There is a strangely shaped desk lamp on the desk. At first glance, it looks like a miniature alien skeleton with sharp thorns. The scorpion-shaped long tail is evil and full of dark beauty. The scarlet shimmer flickers in the eye sockets. "What is this?" He touched the sharp claws on the metal lamp base, and found that it seemed to be the bone of some kind of creature.

"It's a cat bone. When I was 17 years old, one day I picked up a dead cat that was hit by a car on the road. I suddenly had an inspiration. I removed the flesh and took out the whole skeleton. After bleaching, I reassembled it, adding light bulbs and wires. And the metal base, it became such a thing." Leo smiled self-deprecatingly, as if he felt that this handmade product was really rough, and it was far less cool than he thought it was back then.

"You are so talented, Leo. This shape looks like a monster in a horror movie, won't you have nightmares if you drive it at night?" the Chinese boy said with admiration.

"No. I'm probably more courageous than ordinary people. I think maybe this is one of the reasons why I chose this profession. To be honest, I really don't want you to accept Dr. Claremont's recommendation. The sky is exposed to those things on the dark side, blood, corpses, murder, perverted desires... Before long, negative emotions will erode your spirit, just like soldiers who have come down from the battlefield, unable to get rid of the gunshots in their brains, turning the surrounding Ordinary people treat people as enemy soldiers and make hurtful actions—almost everyone in the criminal department I know has some psychological problems.”

"Then what do you do?"

"Look for a psychiatrist, public medical care, and the above will conduct regular psychological examinations and mental tests on us."

"What if it fails the inspection and test?"

"It's a bit troublesome. You may be suspended from your job. You will have to adjust your status and not return to your job until a psychiatrist issues a certificate."

Li Biqing said with emotion: "It seems that every line of work has its own difficulties, and the mighty FBI is not so easy to be."

Leo smiled, and asked again, "Want to see Jasmine's room?"

"Don't tell me her room is full of plunging skirts and pink bears, I won't believe it," said his future brother-in-law.

"It seems that you know her better than I thought," Leo continued down the aisle, and then opened another door, "You can prove it yourself."

The room was a deep purple hue, almost black.All the furniture is designed to be simple and neat, with sharp edges and corners, no lace, no bows, and no flashy fancy things. Every object is placed in its proper place, which is extremely efficient.The whole space exudes a refined, majestic yet luxurious post-modern style. It is unbelievable to think that its owner is an adolescent girl.

Li Biqing breathed out, "Sure enough, Jasmine's room should be like this." When he said this, he seemed to be staring at the woman who was about to become his wife through the deep purple time in front of him for more than ten years, with tears flowing in his eyes. With a soft light of understanding and tolerance.

This soft light made Leo feel comforted for Jasmine, but also felt an unprecedented pain.

He clenched his fist, fingertips digging into his palm.What on earth are you thinking, Leo!He warned himself sternly, that was Jasmine's fiancé!No, even if he wasn't, you can't have this ridiculous illusion about a guy of the same sex!Hell, is it a side effect of increasing the dose without authorization? He felt that a corner of his brain was falling apart, like a sandcastle that was gradually drying out. Scattered dust...

"...Leo, Leo!"

Leo suddenly came back to his senses.

"Leo, are you okay?" Another person said with concern, "You didn't move for a few minutes, and you didn't even roll your eyes, which made me worry that something happened!"

Leo took a deep breath, "It's okay, I just thought of something suddenly and lost my mind for a while."

"Think of what?"

"……forget."

Li Biqing was stunned, and then laughed, "You are probably overtired. Don't worry about those troublesome things, we are on vacation now, on vacation, you know, take a good rest, relax - you can choose to sleep, listen to music, Play on the computer, or accompany me to the supermarket to buy daily necessities and ingredients."

Leo thought for a while and said, "I'll choose the last one. You need a car to help you carry your things. I think you must buy something that you can't move."

"No, it's really like a lonely city. It's so beautiful that it doesn't have a trace of fireworks. I've never seen such an empty refrigerator. I feel uncomfortable if I don't fill it up. Fortunately, you asked the neighbor's wife to help you clean it. Otherwise, I have to clean it thoroughly today..." The Chinese boy murmured and walked to the porch to put on his shoes.Leo followed him and listened to him muttering about planning things other than shopping. He felt that this kind of life was both strange and warm, like a piece of soft music that could never be tired of listening to.

He loves light music.

In the evening, they nestled on the sofa waiting for the NBA live broadcast, and there were a bunch of snacks and beer on the coffee table.The ad was so boring that Leo yawned and picked up half a copy of The New York Times.Li Biqing was struggling to read one of them, and the long English still made him a little daunted. He quickly turned his attention to the tofu-like advertisement.

"...a resort? A wooden house by the lake? Backed by the forest, surrounded by a big lake, enjoying boating, fishing, hunting, enjoying a quiet life and rich...rich things?" the Chinese boy looked up and asked.

Leo moved his face closer and took a look, "anion, negative ion."

"Oh," the boy continued, "whether you're interested in health and wellness, family-friendly recreation, or camping adventures, this is the place for you... how about Northwest New Jersey, near the Kitatinne Mountains, and close to New York? , are you interested?" He blinked his eyes full of interest and asked the other person, with a clear expression on his face: Go, go, I want to go!

Leo couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his chestnut hair, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's go."

"Great!" The boy cheered and jumped off the sofa, even ignoring the NBA. "Go and make an appointment, and I'll pack up!"

"It's night now, and I have to wait until tomorrow to make a call." Leo pulled him back and pushed him into the sofa, "Watch TV obediently, go to bed early, and call tomorrow to pack things. We have plenty of time."

"That's right, there's still one month left. It's going to be a long time." Li Biqing was a little embarrassed, "And your injury hasn't healed yet, so you should pay attention to rest and recuperate. Forget it, I don't want to go."

Leo said with a straight face: "What's 'recuperation', do you want to tie me to the bed? Come on, my own body knows it well, those bones have long grown, and there is no problem at all."

"Nonsense, how can it be so fast, as the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to hurt your muscles and bones."

"That's an ordinary person, I'm not ordinary. Besides, isn't breathing more negative ions good for your health?"

"...Okay, your negative ions won. But still be careful not to over-move, especially the wounds and fractures."

"I'll be careful. Oh, the game's on," Leo lifted his chin toward the TV. "Guess who's going to win, 'Rocket' or 'Thunder'?"

"Want to start a bet? I bet on 'Rocket', what's the bet?"

"I bet on 'Thunder', and the bet is to wash the other party's clothes for a week."

"Including panties and socks?"

"include."

"OK, I bet!"

An hour and a half later, Leo screamed: "'Thunder'! You are too disappointing!"

"Ha, 107 to 100, you lost! Wash my clothes for a week, including underwear and socks, don't try to renege." Li Biqing announced triumphantly.

"I'm a wounded person. I'm asking for special care. I'll wash it for one day... Or, three days, three days?"

"The request was dismissed. Now that I am a wounded person, didn't I just say 'no problem at all'? A week is a week."

Leo buried his face in the sofa cushions and whined, "God, I hate doing laundry..."

"It's okay to change it to washing dishes for a week."

"—let's do the laundry, at least there's a washing machine."

"Pants and socks must be hand washed!"

"Why! Aren't they all clothes? It's racist!"

"There is no reason. If you are upset, you can continue to bet with me tomorrow and bet on the next week's clothes."

"...Forget it, let's change the bet tomorrow."

"Haha."

After watching the game, the table of beer and snacks was wiped out, and the two returned to their room to sleep rubbing their full bellies.

Standing at the door of his room, watching Li Biqing walk towards Jasmine's room, Leo tried his best to suppress the soreness in his heart, and said with a smile, "Good night."

"Good night." The other party turned around and replied softly.The dim light of the aisle shrouded him, and under the shadow of bangs, his eyes were covered by long and straight eyelashes, like a misty lake, hiding the flow of unknowable emotions.For a split second, Leo thought he was going to take two steps closer, hug himself, or something further—in that crevice of mist, he seemed to glimpse something familiar.It hit him like lightning, and a deliberately sealed memory fragment jumped up from the depths of his mind.

——His face under the black hair was white and shiny in the light of the flashlight, the blood on his lips was shockingly red, and a pair of dark eyes looked up from bottom to top, and the eyes were full of warmth and desire.

—his face was slowly approaching.I don't know who touched who first, the salty smell of blood spread, it was so hot that it was about to burn the tip of the tongue, and it was so sweet that it made people sigh.

—he kissed him.

——They were covered in blood and sweat, and even their hair was full of gunpowder smoke. They kissed in front of the wall full of bullet holes, shocking and compatible, excited and peaceful.

At that moment, the boy in front of him reminded him of a serial murderer, a serial murderer he had been hunting for a whole year, determined to bring to justice, but let him go after he caught him.

wrap up.

The opponent turned around at this moment, his eyes disappeared, the magic was broken, and the illusion was fleeting.

Leo stood at the door of the room in a daze, ashamed of his wild thoughts: he was so hungry and thirsty!If Li Biqing hadn't turned around in time just now, his sanity might have been completely burned, and he pressed the other party against the wall and kissed recklessly!When he thought of the troubles that would follow - the other party's confused and unbelievable expression, his own unconvincing explanation, how the two of them should get along with each other afterwards, Jasmine's shock and anger... Thinking of these, Leo felt a headache like To blow up.

Fortunately, unfortunately, all this is too late to happen.

As luck would have it, if he didn't fix his inexplicable situation, it would happen someday.

Suddenly he thought of Rob.Not long ago, when Rob was drunk in a nightclub, he tried to drag him into the car, and the bastard grabbed him by the skirt and asked drunkenly, "Leo, uh, are you... straight or curvy? ?”

"Bend your sister!" At that time, he punched Rob in the stomach unceremoniously, causing him to vomit all over the floor.

Now this sentence echoed in his ears again, "Leo, are you straight or curvy?" He found that he could no longer answer confidently.

Is there anything more tragic than this, as a brother-in-law, he has a unilateral relationship with his future brother-in-law that is beyond normal... No, maybe there is something more tragic, as a policeman, he has already had an affair with a serial killer Contact beyond the normal relationship...

Leo didn't know which of the two was darker and more hopeless.

All he knew was that he had to find a psychiatrist. Of course, it definitely couldn't be the one provided by the public for free.