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He walked into the bathroom, fell asleep after washing up, completely ignoring Haili outside the door.

But until midnight, he didn't hear Haley leave.

Ian got up and opened the door, and saw Haili curled up on the sofa, leaning on his arm on his side.

Turning his head away, Ian sighed. He took the blanket from the bedroom and gently covered Hailey.

"Ian... I'm hungry."

Hailey's eyelashes fluttered and he spoke.

Ian snorted and walked into the kitchen. The refrigerator was empty, except for some mushrooms and potatoes.Ian rummaged through and found a bag of macaroni that was three days away.He poured them into the water, went to another pot with mushrooms and diced potatoes, and put tomato sauce to simmer.Half an hour later, a simple macaroni was served on the table.

Haili got up happily, sat down opposite Ian, picked up the fork, blew on it, and put it into his mouth.

"Ah...so hot..." Haili frowned.

Ian pushed the water glass in front of him, but didn't speak.

Hailey took a sip of water and blew on his face more carefully.

Ian looked at Haili, and he felt that the Haili in front of him didn't look like the real Haili.

The Haili he knew, received an aristocratic education, always smiled just right, no matter in front of his colleagues, in front of the suspect, or in front of the family members of the victim, he appeared calm and mature...and he was not flat.He is keenly observant of other people's words and deeds, and even a tiny detail can make him see something different.

But now, he is like a child who knows nothing about the world.

"Ian, your macaroni is terrible..." Hailey frowned.

"If it's unpalatable, don't eat it."

This guy is used to eating good food, so how can he make something that suits his taste.

"Try it...it's a bit weird..." Haili picked up the macaroni and stretched out his arms in front of Ian.

Ian leaned back, finally opened his mouth, and held the fork in his mouth.

He thought it was just Hailey's trick.The guy would gleefully say "indirect kissing" or something, but Ian really thought it smelled weird.

He got up and went back to the kitchen, turning over the date on the bottom of the ketchup bottle and looking at it.

It's been half a month.

He quickly returned to the dining table, removed the plate, dragged Haili up, dragged him into the bathroom, pointed to the toilet and said, "Hurry up and throw up!"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"The ketchup is out of date! Throw it up!"

"But I don't want to throw up..."

Ian didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and raised his knee and hit him hard in the stomach.

"Well……"

The moment Hailey was about to vomit, Ian clasped the back of his head with his palm and pressed it against the toilet.

He successfully vomited it out, and he looked so miserable that he almost wanted to vomit out his intestines.

Ian poured a cup of hot water, stood behind him, and waited until he straightened up before saying, "gargle."

Haili took the water glass aggrievedly: "That's the macaroni you made... The first time you made something for me, why did I spit it out?"

Ian rolled his eyes towards the sky, "Okay, stop pretending."

Haili spread out back on the sofa, looked at the ceiling and muttered pitifully: "I'm still very hungry...what should I do..."

Ian said angrily: "It will be five o'clock in an hour, and the restaurant opposite will open."

"Then will you go eat with me?" Haili sat up and lay on the back of the sofa like a big dog. A moment ago, Ian wanted to reach out and rub his head, but then Thinking of what this guy had always done for a moment, Ian had the urge to beat him up again.

"Do you think I don't need breakfast?"

"That means you will accompany me!"

Ian closed the door and lay on the bed to catch up on sleep.He didn't lock the door, logically he should be completely on guard against Hailey, but at this moment, he felt as if he was waiting for him to come in.

Ian regretted why he didn't lock the door.But now when he went to lock the door, this guy heard something outside the door that might make him so angry that he had a cerebral hemorrhage.

So be it.

Ian also wanted to see if he would not keep his distance from Haley so strictly, would he invade his world unscrupulously?

Sure enough, as Ian expected, he heard the sound of the door being opened.

Hailey walked slowly to his bed, knelt on one leg and sat on the edge of the bed.Ian is ready, if this guy does anything wrong, this time he must beat him black and blue.

But he just sat, Ian closed his eyes, and couldn't even imagine Haili's expression at this moment.

Is it like a beast gazing at its prey in the dark?

Or just watch quietly?

Time became slow and unbearable, and Ian's drowsiness was gradually fading.

He could feel Haili's every breath very clearly, long and deep, like a sigh.

Ian turned around and whispered, "If you don't want to sleep, get out."

Hailey did lie down, turned on his side, and wrapped his arms around Ian.

Ian thought that this guy would do something wrong again, but he just stuck to Ian and whispered in his ear, "Ian, you are so kind."

very light.

Like a child who has been neglected for too long, finally returned to the arms of his parents.

Ian's throat felt a little sour.

"...Ian, I wish it would never end."

Hailey's embrace was very warm, and Ian slowly closed his eyes.

This was the most peaceful sleep he had had since this case.

Until Ian's cell phone alarm rang, Ian tried to sit up but was tightly circled by Haili.

"Hey, didn't you say you were hungry? It's already eight o'clock in the morning." Ian nudged Hailey back with his elbow.

"I don't want to eat breakfast, let me eat you! Uncle Ian!"

"Get out." Ian broke Haili's wrist forcefully, got up and went to wash.

They walked into the restaurant together, and Haili looked at the special breakfast written on the small board seriously, thinking about what to eat.

"The apple pie looks good. The burrito should be good too...I'd love to eat a barbecue burger too..."

Ian grabbed Haley by the collar and pulled him into the seat.

The waiter here is already familiar with Ian, and came to him with a smile and asked, "Or bacon quiche and Americano?"

"Yes. Give this gentleman an apple pie, a burrito, a kebab burger, and an Americano."

"Ah...has he finished eating?"

"He was hungry all night and could eat everything."

When the waiter left, Haili showed a smug smile to Ian: "Do you think I can't eat? If you want to hold me to death, you are wrong."

"I don't doubt you can eat them all, but other than the bacon quiche, the breakfast specials here are terrible."

Haili looked around, and sure enough, none of the customers ordered those things, all of them were bacon quiches and Americano coffee.

But what Ian didn't expect was that Haili ate with great relish.

Maybe the upper class had different tastes than a commoner like him?

"Ian...this breakfast is everything I want."

"Really? Apple pie burritos and kebab burgers?"

"No, it's you. I want to have breakfast with you." Haili picked up the barbecue burger and took a big bite, like a hungry child after school, the sauce on the barbecue burger rubbed against his cheek.

Ian picked up a tissue and wiped his face.

"Haley, I thought the last time we saw Mr. Van Chart, you meant to imply to Maslow that Van Chart had a secret. I think you've seen that Lancer was painting for Van Chart. people."

"That's not a thought, it's a fact. If Maslow hadn't had a twisted heart and a part in Dr. Manning's crazy plan, he wouldn't have reacted to what I said. But if he had, he would have acted , it will reveal flaws." Haley lowered his head and looked at his fingertips, "I thought he would confront Mr. Charter, but I didn't expect him to kill him. Because he has always admired Mr. Charter Why, if one admires another, does one lose the mood so easily? Is it only because of disappointment? Mr. Chater's teaching and trust in him are true. I made a mistake, that is, I should not use my If I love someone, no matter what he does, cheats me, even kills me, I will still love him. But Maslow is not like that.”

"What about Lanser? Your appreciation of art is much higher than mine. I can feel from Lanser's paintings that he has something in common with Van Chater's paintings. You must have seen it a long time ago, right? ?”

"Yeah, so I said to him, don't do anything to bring you down." Hailey looked up at Ian, "He has your mercy, your trust, your care, and if anyone is going to tell you the truth , either you find out yourself, or he should tell you. And Van Chart didn't reuse Lancer all the time. He affirmed Lancer's ability, and he didn't choose to send letters to those critics before his death because of guilt , He wants everyone to know that Lancer is his chosen 'successor'. This is the master's secret, if you respect him, you shouldn't expose it when he doesn't want to be exposed."

At that moment, Ian finally understood why Maslow pressed Griffin after killing Van Chater.Maslow went to Griffin because Van Chater was stabbed several times in order to protect Lancer and did not say his name.

"Do you think I thought about using Maslow to destroy Lancer?"

Ian froze.For a moment, he really thought so.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

Although in Haili's heart, there is no criterion of right and wrong, but he has a unique sense of superiority and self-esteem, which makes him disdain to hurt Lancer.

He has always been very confident. In his heart, Lancer is an absolute weakling.

"You never lie. When you don't want to lie, you will keep silent. Ian, I am not jealous of Lancer. On the contrary, how much you care about Lancer, I am secretly happy." Haili bent Raise the corners of the lips.

"why?"

"As I said, you will pay so much attention to Lancer, because he is like me eight years ago. His fragile appearance makes you feel bad. You have created an image of me in your heart. When you know that I killed my stepfather, that image shatters. You feel like you don't know me, you don't know what I am for real. But deep down, you want to protect me, you Want to love me. Lancer fulfilled your deepest desire for me. What you really want is to treat me like Lancer."

Ian didn't show any signs of dew on his face, he just said lightly, "Eat your breakfast."

Haley continued to duck her head, stuffing the burrito into her mouth.Without good upbringing and gentlemanly demeanor, Hailey appears casual and even willful.

Ian drank coffee and ate a quiche.

He thought of the moment Haley had been shot with a shotgun eight years ago.

Ian always thought that Haili was impulsive, but now he suddenly understood that Haili was never impulsive.

Ian had only one bullet left at the time, and he had to hit it in one shot, or the "hunter" would kill them.

Hailey, who was staying in the car at the time, could not be hit by the bullet as long as he kept his head down, but he rushed out.At first glance, Haili seemed to be provoked by the other party and lost his mind. In fact, he wanted to attract the other party's attention and give Ian one last chance.

As he told Maslow, he would never let Ian get in his way.

Ian was in a daze.

Perhaps from the beginning to the end, the boy in his heart was always there.

It's just that he was worried that once he told the other party "I believe in you", Haley would no longer care so much about his trust.Because darkness is deeper and more attractive than trust.

The weekend passed, and Ian returned to the New York office to file a case report.

Muddy Ron had gained a lot of weight again, and the whole person sank in the chair.When he turned half a circle with Ian's report, Ian was worried that the chair would suddenly break.

"Ian, although your report is not as good and convincing as Agent Russell in rhetoric, it is logical and well-organized."

"Thank you."

"However, I heard a rumor in the bureau that you plan to apply for a transfer? Listen to me, New York is a good place, and the people here are also nice. Although there are a little more cases, your salary is relatively higher..."

"I know."

"...you know?" Maddy Ron asked uncertainly.

"Sir, I didn't send you any transfer report, did I?"

"That's true."

"So rumors are just rumors."

Ian turned and walked out of Maddy Ron's office.

He returned to his floor and knocked on Jessica's office door, "Agent Morgan, are you there?"

Jessica Morgan called out, "Come in."

Ian came to her, "Do you have time, let's have lunch together."

Jessica was drinking her coffee and nearly spit it out.

"What? Ian Connor, who is cold and reticent and doesn't take much part in the activities among colleagues, actually said that he wants to have lunch with me?"

"I need to prove that I'm not crooked, right?"

Jessica smiled sheepishly, "I just want to play 'little fool'."

"You called Fern Keeton 'the dork,' so you're Haley's ex-partner."

"Wrong, it's the ex." Jessica made a gesture of pushing her hands, "You are very important to Haili, and he will not allow any man or woman to touch you. So..."

Ian supported Jessica's tabletop with one hand and leaned towards her.

He came to her ear and said in a steady voice, "I thought you liked me."

When Ian straightened up, Jessica was startled to see Hayley standing outside her office door.

Just when Jessica opened her mouth wide, Ian had already walked out and passed Hailey.

"Haley... Hey, I don't know Ian very well!" Jessica tried to distance herself.

"Oh? Really? What did he say to you just now?" Hailey smiled charmingly.

In those eyes, Jessica could hardly lie: "He said he thought I liked him...oh...damn..."

"Do you really like him?" Haley sat sideways on Jessica's desk and put his arm around her shoulders.

"No...of course not!"

Seeing Jessica's panic-stricken look, Haili suddenly lowered his head and laughed with trembling shoulders.

"Jessica, did you say that Ian treated you like that just now to make me jealous?"

Jessica was stunned, raised her face blankly, and pushed Haili by the way: "You think too much. You have time to think wildly, why don't you invite him to lunch."

"good idea."

Ian had almost eaten the whole sandwich when Hayley was carrying the well-cooked lunch that Cliff had brought.

"Ian, you always eat sandwiches will affect the development of the brain."

"My brain is fully developed."

"Well, it will affect the evolution of the brain." Haili took the last sandwich in Ian's hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and said to Ian with an expression like that, "It's really hard to eat. You still Get a taste of Cliff's craft."

It was seafood risotto, fresh from the oven.

Haley pressed the spoon into Ian's hand, "Eat a little bit. Otherwise Cliff will be sad."

Ian didn't refuse, he did eat the sandwich for too long and needed a change.And rejecting Haley is a pointless act.

He must have used other methods to get Ian's attention.

The seafood risotto tastes good, and the prawns are springy between the teeth.

It's just that he had only eaten two or three bites before he received a call that there was a case.

"The son and daughter of a rich businessman were kidnapped. His son Jerry was 22 years old and his daughter Lily was 20 years old, both students of New York University. They disappeared after a party. In the week after the rich businessman reported the crime, he did not receive any calls for ransom. Just This morning, Jerry, the son of a wealthy businessman, came back. He had blood on his body, and it was verified that it belonged to his sister Lily. But he seemed to have suffered a great mental shock, and he had no response to anything he said. While they were missing, someone sent a video to the wealthy businessman."

This is a call from Maddy Ron. Except for very important cases, this guy usually doesn't call to bother Ian.

"What video?" Hailey walked around to Ian's side, put his right hand around Ian's shoulder, and clicked on Ian's mailbox, which was the information from Fern Keating.

In the video, the son and daughter of a wealthy businessman are sitting in a closed space, which lasts about 10 minutes.

At first they were very anxious and kept beating the walls to get out.

Gradually, they began to sweat and lose strength.

The rich merchant's daughter, Lily, was the first to sit down against the wall.

But Jerry still didn't give up, he beat the top of this space hard, but there was no result.

The video was truncated after three 10 minutes.

Ian continued to talk to Maddy Ron, "You just said that the rich businessman's son Jerry is back, so where are they trapped? Where is Lily?"

"It is still not possible to determine where they are trapped, who kidnapped them and where Lily is, alive or dead. Because Jerry refused to say a word. According to Jerry's clothing and physical examination, he has not been subjected to any injuries. Trauma, his clothing and various particles from the soles of his shoes can't tell where he was kidnapped. I hope you and Detective Russell will take over this case."

"You personally called Haili and me to take over, which means that this rich businessman is not an ordinary rich businessman, right?"

"He's the steel king of New York, Dalton. He did a great job in building this city. I think he and his family deserve a little bit of special treatment."

Maddy Rowan is thick-skinned to a certain level.

Ian smiled in his heart. He knew that Maddy Ron was only afraid of the throne of the director and needed the support of such a powerful person as Dalton.

"So the mayor again put this case that was originally transferred to the NYPD to the FBI?"

"Because this case is very similar to a case 15 years ago. At that time, there was a sensational serial murder case. The murderer buried a warehouse in a remote place and locked the two victims together in this warehouse. So we must confirm that this case has nothing to do with the serial murder case 15 years ago. I hope you can solve the case as soon as possible, I believe in your strength."

That guy Muddy Ron hung up the phone.

Ian leaned back in his chair, "Did you hear that bald fat man?"

"Got it. Linking the kidnapping of Dalton's children to the serial killings 15 years ago is what gives the FBI a reason to go. Otherwise we'd keep stealing the NYPD's case over and over again , It's too unkind. How about it, Ian, are you going to visit Dalton?"

"I bet the NYPD is doing everything they can to prove that this kidnapping has nothing to do with what happened 15 years ago, and they're going to do everything they can to find Mr. Dalton's daughter, so I'll finish my lunch."

Ian picked up the spoon and continued to eat the seafood risotto leisurely.

Hailey lowered his head and opened his mouth towards Ian, "Ah—"

Ian pushed his head away with his hand, "How many times have I told you, don't get so close to me!"

Until the last bite of the risotto, Haili suddenly grabbed Ian's arm, forced it into his mouth, and showed a satisfied expression.

Ian sighed helplessly in his heart, and pushed Haili's head away, "It doesn't add points for me to act like a baby."

After lunch, Ian and Haili drove to a luxury villa on the outskirts of New York City.

Different from the retro elegance of Russell's house, Dalton's villa is more modern.

The interior of the villa is unexpectedly empty, and the whole space has a cold feeling.

Ian even wondered if this was really someone's home?

Mr. Dalton, 56, is a figure in the New York business world.

When he heard that the FBI was coming, he came downstairs to meet him himself.When he saw Haili, he was slightly taken aback, and stretched out his arms towards him.

"Oh... my God, it's really Hayley! I heard you were an FBI agent, was that a hobby or did you really call it a career?"

"Long time no see, Mr. Dalton. Believe me, I make this my life's work."

Haley returned Mr Dalton's hug and patted him on the back.

"So...you and your colleagues are here to investigate the kidnapping of Jerry and Lily."

Although Mr. Dalton's expression looked calm and peaceful, the anxiety in his eyes betrayed his emotions.

"Yeah, where's Jerry, can I talk to him?" Haley asked.

"Of course... but I don't think he's going to talk. The NYPD sent psychologists, and they tried a lot, but they couldn't get Jerry to talk. Of course, you're different. You can always make anyone Speak."

Dalton took Ian and Haley upstairs.

At this time, Jerry was sitting in front of the window, which was wide open. He was only wearing a brown sweater, looking out of the window in a daze.The servant stood by his side.

Dalton raised his hand, and everyone walked out.

Haley pursed his lips towards Dalton, "I'm sorry Mr. Dalton, I want to talk to Jerry alone with my partner. If you were here, he might not say anything to me."

Dalton nodded, and pressed Hailey's shoulder hard, "I want to know what's going on with my daughter Lily... I will be very grateful if you can help me get the answer!"

After everyone left, Haley pulled up a chair and sat in front of Jerry.

At first, Ian thought Jerry was looking at the sky outside the window, but it wasn't until Haley blocked his view and there was no expression on his face that Ian realized that he was not looking at anything at all.He has locked away his emotions.

Ian walked around the room casually.