I suspect that he is no more than forty years older than he looks. Maybe because I look like a Girl Scout most of the time, I am always skeptical of a person’s "true age"
"Madam, I need to talk to you."
"I took a lot of medicine" Actually, no one told me that I took the medicine, but the sticky sensation from my mouth and how my eyes felt a bit too wide and slightly off-center.
"I'll make a long story short." He came to my bed and stared at Ellie, definitely saying to leave this ghost place. "Can we talk alone, Ms. Allie?"
Allie didn't seem to be frightened by this guy at all. She got up from the chair and I saw that she was 10 centimeters taller than him.
"If you need me, I'll be outside, okay?" All the tenderness returned to her voice. Eve's attack must have scared her, if she had forgiven me for having sex with Ryan.
Ellie put the suit by the bed and moved the chair back to a less intimate distance.
"Hello, I'm Agent Garrison," he said with his hand out. "Ms. Fanfan, if you can answer a few questions, the bureau will be very grateful."
"Which game?" I asked, holding his hand.
"Your office," he said. He said that you seem to be suggesting ownership, as if we were in the same club. "FBRD."
"Where is Brinkley?" I asked.
There was something dark behind his eyes dancing. "Let's look back. Can you tell me what happened today?"
"I just watched," I said, my face terribly hot. Or at least I think I blush. Of course I feel the blush rising on my face. "I don't have a fetish, if you are asking this. Most of my work has nothing to do with xìng, only death. This is my first time doing xìng work."
He frowned.
"Well, I was wrong. I don't have any xìng behavior. In fact, she doesn't even have a lot of xìng life. I think she is one of those dominators."
"Master Queen" he asked.
"I want to make a substitute. If you want to know, I didn't pay her to fuck."
"Let me be more specific." Obviously, he wanted me to concentrate. "Why did Eve Hildebrand want to kill you?"
"I don't know why. I think I am a good person. Does her evaluation count? Since she wants to kill me, I don't think her comment counts."
He moved his position on the seat. "Did something strange happen in that room?"
I frowned. "Everything strange happened in that room."
He touched the bridge of his nose as if I was putting pressure on him. Hey? I am the one who was attacked.
"Look," I started. "I held her hand to replace her a minute ago, and she lay on my chest with a machete in the next minute."
"The real scimitar?"
"Um, no, but a real big knife." I made a chopping motion with my hands.
"Have you seen Eve before?"
"No."
"Do you think you are suicidal?"
"What? No." I frowned. I did not see any connection between these two statements. Maybe I am taller than I thought. "Not at all."
To prevent him from thinking that I am a lowly moral person, I added, "I don't even want to suffocate her, but I let it happen because that's what I was taught."
"Yes, we will not challenge destiny," he said. "But you see, you didn't tell me anything about her being strangled, only told me that she was in sex."
I took a step back and told him the whole story from the beginning. I asked at the end of my speech, "Why is she doing this? If she wants to kill me, can't she give me a shot in the head?"
He said: "If she wants this plan to look like there is a problem with the alternative," he said.
"This is definitely a wrong substitute."
"Ms. Fan Fan, remind me how you became an agent," Garrison said. He leaned his weight on the armrest.
And I don’t have enough painkillers to ignore this sudden problem. The strong smell of smoke and the hot ** threatened to overtake me again. Why is Eddie's death so vivid to me? Thinking of this agent, my tooth hurts. How much does Garrison know? Brinkley certainly didn't betray me, did he
I think half-truths are the safest. "I died in a barn fire. When I woke up two days later, Brinkley recruited me there. He brought me Cherry Coke."
Garrison nodded, as if he already knew. "What about your autopsy scars?"
"The bastard coroner was terrified and made a phone call. All he should do is lock me up."
"Why did you accept his proposal and become a death substitute agent?"
"I like Cherry Coke" because I don't want to go to prison. "I have medical bills and no job prospects. I need to do something for myself." The smell of soot overwhelmed my mouth.
"Did he tell you why he chose you?"
"I rarely see," I said. Of course. "We are not broccoli dolls. You can't let us grow." The military tried to use it, but failed miserably.
"Don't you want to go home?" he asked.
I chose another half-truth. "I thought my mother would remember what happened when she looked at me."
Garrison leaned forward. "Because her husband Eddie also died in that fire?"
This is not a real problem. I track the cross stitch pattern of the blanket with my eyes.
"Yes, her husband is also dead."
I dare not say anything. Brinkley taught me not to talk. This happened to be the first time I felt an urgent need to enforce this right.
Garrison must have felt that I was about to be shut down.
"I have a few more questions. Why did you leave St. Louis?"
"What does this have to do with Eve?"
"What does this have to do with Eve?"
I didn't answer, he shook me.
"Does Agent Brinkley have any reason to move you elsewhere?" he asked.
"A few agents have died, and Rachel is sick," I said. This room looks interesting and is out of proportion. Does morphine work? "Rachel is sick, Brinkley said—"
"Sed?" He sat on the edge of the chair.
"He said we must leave St. Louis before I get sick."
"Rachel Wright?" he asked.
"I don't want to talk about this"
"You know you broke the law, don't you? If you don't cooperate, I can make you more sad," he Jǐng said.
"If every agent threatened to make my life miserable, I would get a dollar," I mumbled. My anger made my face hot and relieved the slow effect of the medicine. "I was asked to do a job, and I did it. If the client is a female, I can't help it. I was in the same room with her and didn't break the law. I didn't pay her for sex or other illegal things." .
"When you agreed to become a death substitute agent, you signed a contract agreeing to comply with our laws. You violated the law when you performed an unauthorized substitution," he said. "The rules we made about replacing death are specific and necessary. Ignoring them will have serious consequences."
"We have documents and I know my contract," I said. "I never violated it."
"No paperwork," he said. "This is $100,000 and a year's imprisonment. At least."
"Yes," I said. "Brinkley won't break the rules like that. I know, because he has been stuffing them in my throat for the past seven years. Eve is the one who wants to chop off my head," I said. I pulled the gauze hard, but accidentally scratched the wound with my nail, and then yelled out in pain, the pain went all the way to my toes.
"Our department is working hard to repair our image. We cannot let any substitutes affect our efforts, Ms. Fan Fan."
One hundred thousand dollars! Where did I get that money? "I told you that there is paperwork to do. Ask Ellie. She will get it. You shouldn't doubt Brinkley."
"Isn't it?" he asked.
I hesitated, I believe this is really convincing.
"No."
"When was the last time you spoke to your contact?"
"We tried to call him before taking over Eve, but he didn't answer it." Because it was a test. This whole big trouble is a test.
"I think it's funny, you won't doubt him," Garrison said. He gestured to me when I was stretching. "You are lying in the hospital with an illness and injured. You almost died, but your contact person is not here to check you at all. Don't you think this is weird?"
Please let this be a test. "Is he not here?"
"Do you think he is?" he asked curiously.
"Do you think he is?" he asked curiously.
"I thought he was in the hall." Really.
Garrison took a business card from his pocket and stuffed it into my hand. I can barely raise my arm to get it.
"Before we resolve this issue, you were suspended. You are no longer authorized to replace, but you can continue your other duties. You must not leave the area, and it is strongly recommended that you receive a message from Agent Brinkley Contact us immediately."
"What? Why?" The heart monitor next to me shook again. If these guys want to investigate me, I have to talk to Brinkley. We need to tell the story of Eddie and Rachel clearly.
"If you are telling the truth," he began, and he stood up and announced his departure. "If he really gave you this substitute, and he is not here to verify your safety, you should assume that he is the one who wants you to die."
Dr. Stanley York took out the earplugs of the stethoscope from his ears. I like Dr. York's white hair, bright eyes and smile. Unlike other doctors, he made me feel like a person, not a test subject.
"The blood we took showed no abnormalities. It was properly reoxygenated and it flows well. The calcium in the muscles has stabilized, but you can expect normal soreness. Your body temperature and blood pressure are a bit low, but they will appear. ."
Allie walked into my intensive care unit with the paper cup in the dining room. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)