Luo Yi felt that her calf was a little itchy, as if she was sleeping but not sleeping, and it seemed that someone was rubbing her feet on it.
This kind of motel's single bed is quite reluctant to squeeze two people. He closed his eyes and moved to the edge of the bed to make more room for each other.
A few minutes later, the stimulation of being held in his private parts made him completely awakened.
"Shhh..." One hand covered his mouth, the other hand pulled out from between his legs, slid over his waist, fingers went in between the open buttons, and twisted the protrusion of his chest, as if it were a Switch to stop the opponent from struggling. The man's low voice whispered in his ear: "Don't wake the other guy."
"Alden..." Luo Yi broke off the palm of her mouth and nose and lowered her voice, "What do you want... Take your hand out!"
Alden laughed silently, Luo Yi could feel the slight vibration of his throat against the back of his neck.
"What do you think?" He began to slowly turn his fingertips, playing with the little nipple. Hearing a quick gasp, he satisfactorily held the other's earlobe and sucked, "We are the same kind, I thought you knew."
Luo Yi said with difficulty breathing, "I guessed it, but I never thought about doing this with you... Maybe you can find someone to bed with, but don't count me."
"You are so cute when you are shy, my Chinese baby, I like your conservative tradition... How about taking this as the beginning of a relationship?" I wonder if it is because of the extremely low voice pressure, Orr Deng's tone has changed slightly compared to before, and he no longer appears polite and polite, as if a certain trait in the dark has given him a wildness that has been stripped of rules and restraints.
Luo Yi shuddered at the touch of the wet and warm tip of his tongue wandering in the neck socket. He pushed each other away with difficulty: "Even in love, I don't want it to start on the single bed in a cheap hotel, let alone the room. There is also a bystander in there."
"That guy is asleep, and his snore is louder than thunder. As long as he doesn't make a lot of movement, he probably won't wake up unless you like to yell at orgasm," Alden explained lightly. Open his pants, "But I don't think you are in this style, huh?"
Luo Yi grabbed his hand: "Are you sure he is asleep? Snoring is not a disguise?"
Alden froze for a moment, then laughed, "Pretend? This idea is really weird."
Luo Yi opened his eyes wide, and glanced towards the direction of the next bed. He couldn't see anything in the dim light. He put his lips close to Alden's ear, and said in a weak and solemn voice: "I suspect he is a dangerous man, for example... the'night killer'."
Alden shook his body tightly, and lost his voice: "What?"
"I know it sounds a bit inexplicable, but... he wandered alone on the night road, saying that he was kicked out of the car by a drunk friend, but there was no smell of alcohol on him; he kept telling me the details of the murder, and those who He didn't appear in the media; he was very concerned about other people's reactions to this, and he was proud of their anxiety and fear, as if showing off his record... What do you think it means?"
Alden retracted his hand from Luo Yi's pants, and subconsciously glanced at the neighboring bed, where a dull and undulating outline was outlined, mixed with a heavy snort, and it seemed to be infinitely amplified in the silent room—if Luo Yi's guess is correct, so what are they doing, dancing with wolves? In the same room with a murderer? Oh, hell!
"None of this can be evidence, maybe he is just a'killer fan', or a crazy fanatic..." Alden is not sure whether this sentence is comforting Luo Yi or himself.
"Then let's find evidence." Loy pulled his pants, got off the bed lightly, and touched a lighter from the small round table. He didn't dare to turn on the light, and under the light of that little flame, he looked up Quinn's coat and pants on the sofa chair.
As he took out his trouser pocket, his fingers touched a hard, flat object and pulled it out.
"It's a notepad," he said softly, squeezing the lighter into Alden's hand, and began to flip through pages.
The notepad is hard-skinned, not much bigger than a palm. It is filled with scribbles and messy lines with pens and carbon pencils, and there are a lot of marks that have been altered. Its owner must value it very much, often turning over and writing, so that the edges of the paper are slightly curled.
"... She stumbled and ran, crying for help, and kept looking back. She was terrified, like a lamb chased by a wolf, waiting to be tied with her feet and dragged back. Her screaming sound made people blood boil. …" Alden leaned his head over and frowned. "If it's a novel, the writing is really bad. What is it?" He pointed to a skewed geometric pattern under the text.
Luo Yi carefully identified it, "Is it an upside-down pentagram?" His fingertips moved upward along the ink dots in the middle of the page, until they reached the top of the page—because they focused on the text first. , The black graffiti in the upper corner was ignored by them-a few twisted and blunt lines, probably representing a branch, hanging a long shadow... It's a corpse! Those ink dots represent the blood dripping from it!
Luo Yi shook his hand and almost threw out this bloody and evil exhibition board!
Alden dropped the lighter, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Calm down... Don't say anything, let's go out quietly."
Luo Yi took a deep breath, "Do you want to call the police?"
"For a broken notepad? We will be ridiculed by the police. This is not a strong evidence, although it is a wicked one. Listen to me, get out of here first, you take the good things and drive the car to the hotel entrance, I'll wake up Jie Sika, let's go now."
"... Okay," Luo Yi said, "I listen to you."
Alden put the car key into his hand before leaving, and kissed his lips in the dark: "Move faster, baby."
After going upside down twice, Luo Yi brought Volvo and Chevrolet from the small parking lot behind the hotel to the side of the road, and saw Alden walking out quickly from the door alone.
"Where is Jessica?"
"I kept knocking on the door and nothing happened. Then I walked around to look out the window. The curtains were open and she was not in the room at all. I think she probably... went to find a place to have a few drinks." Alden shrugged, concealed. The expression flashed across his face, and Luo Yi pointedly interpreted the subtle emotions hidden in it: a sense of disgust that could not be identified.
"You are not obligated to be responsible for an addict." Luo Yi patted his arm comfortingly, "In this case, leave her alone and let's go."
"Like an elopement?" Alden grabbed his fingers, his eyes as intense as fireworks suddenly lit up in the dark.
Luo Yi stared into his eyes, then slowly laughed: "Yes, elope."
Two black cars are racing on the empty night road, at least 100 miles, as if chasing some kind of ignited passion, the woods, rivers, orchards on both sides of the wasteland, and one or two rubbing shoulders. The small towns they had passed by were all left behind without nostalgia.
Volvo suddenly slowed down, and its owner blinked at Luo Yi from the window of the driver's seat, and said loudly in the whirring night wind, "Is it far enough?"
Luo Yi thought for a while, "Uh, it should be enough." They had been driving non-stop for more than an hour just now, at least a hundred miles away from the hotel where the devil was sleeping.
Alden stared at him closely, and sparks almost ignited in his eyes, and some kind of urgency, urged by desire, surged across his face. He slammed the steering wheel, and the car deviated from the interstate highway, plunged diagonally from the gentle grass slope on the side of the roadbed, and rolled a new road in the knee-high thatch wasteland.
Luo Yi froze for a moment, turned the front of the car, and followed the pioneer into the wilderness to avoid civilization. The two white roads with fallen grass stems are close and parallel, extending to the depths of the wilderness, and they end with the sound of brakes.
Alden got out of the car, walked over and opened Chevrolet's door, put his head in the driver's seat, and gave his Xinhuan a bloody long kiss. In the gap when the two sides had to breathe, he gasped in Luo Yi's ear and asked, "Here?"
Luo Yi's face flushed and hesitated: "So remote..."
"So no one bothers, you can call as much as you like." Alden held his head with his left hand, and brought him out of the driver's seat with his right hand around his waist. While pulling and pulling, the two entangled and kissed, rolled around the car and moved to the front hood.
Pressing Luo Yi on the hard metal plate, Alden couldn't wait to tore his shirt button and pulled off the damn belt on his trousers. The breeze of the summer night was still damp and cool on the wasteland. The bright red nipples of the youth under him stood up under the double stimulation. Alden buried his head in his chest, continued to tease them with his lips and tongue, and caught the other half with one hand. The genitals half-hidden in the cloth rub against one's own grip, and I hear the uncontrollable broken groan in my ears, like the scattered moon shadow on the blue lake in the middle of the night, rippling into a cold and charming image painting.
At that moment, he almost had the urge to give up.
But soon, the intense desire surging from the bottom of my heart completely swallowed the fragile shake, and his other hand moved quietly, like a hidden poisonous snake in the grass, the red letter that was silently spit out was on the tip of a needle. A little bit of light, biting at the other side's lamb's unsuspecting neck!
At the moment before the needle-pointed skin, a white and extremely powerful hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, twisting it like a venomous snake, and pierced into the body of the instigator with his backhand between the electric light and stone fire!
The look of shock solidified on Alden's face. He widened his eyes, his lips were closed in vain and he couldn't make a sound. He only felt an indescribable tingling sensation, spreading from the skin under the needle tip to the limbs. , Quickly extended to the heart. On the contrary, another sense of chilling fear rushed out of the heart, and after colliding with each other, it exploded into overwhelming pain!
He stared at the handsome face close at hand—a few strands of black hair were sticky on his wet forehead, his pink lips were alluringly slightly swollen, and there was still a passionate aftertaste on his flushed cheeks. And those eyes—he had never seen such dark and indifferent eyes, as if the universe where the starlight was annihilated, silently unable to shine in the slightest light. The icy darkness was heavy and heavy, huge and suffocating. He subconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand to protect his head and face, but was surprised to find that the brain had long lost its command over the body.
—He knows very well that this is the effect of saxitoxin. The toxin extracted from the Alaska saxitoxin that feeds on Gnocchia vulgaris is what he has never failed to rely on, but now it has swallowed himself. .
What made him even more frightened was that in order to enjoy the painful struggle of the prey when he was dying, he specially diluted this toxin so that it only had the effect of paralyzing the muscles, and avoided blocking the nerve conduction—that is, the same as the one that fell into him. Like the prey in his hand, he will also clearly enjoy the journey of dying: pain, panic, despair, collapse...
His stiff body smashed into the grass like dead wood. The young man with the dark eyes of death squatted leisurely by his side, looking at him like a dead wood covered with moss, and his tone was pleasantly mocking: "Don't worry, such a remote place will not Someone is here to interrupt. We can spend the last warm time, can't we, Mr. Serial Murderer. Maybe I should call you the code name in the police file-Night Road Killer?"
Alden's brain was about to shut down a sudden guess, and then it turned into a crazy and sharp conclusion-he finally knew who the target of his fatal affair tonight was! He had seen the other party's report several times in the newspaper, and he just smirked at those who were planted in the other's hands. People always think that he has more luck than others. Now, the same fate fell on him, and he finally tasted the bitter fruit of arrogant underestimation of the enemy.
"Finish"!
This serial murderer, who used the serial murderer as his target, has been exposed by the police to seven murders so far, and he, the "Oregon Night Demon", is bound to become the opponent's eighth trophy.
Every serial killer has his own way of committing crimes, which is a mark of their identity. The mark of killing is "returning the body by the way of the human being" and concocting themselves by the way they kill...
"In our country's customs, eight is an auspicious number." Luo Yi said to Alden with a smile. "For this I reward you for choosing a beautiful tree as your grave-what do you think of the beech on the left? "
Alden could no longer twist his stiff neck, and his sluggish eyes cast desperately to the thick ink sky, which was densely covered with night clouds and there were no stars.
Not far from the sparse arbor forest, there was a screaming and screaming old bird, which resembled the wailing of the prey that had been broken by him before they died.
Two hours later, a black Chevrolet rolled the long grass deep in the wilderness and slanted up the roadbed of the interstate highway. Before dawn, it may be discarded at the bottom of a deep lake, but now, it has not yet completed its mission.
The dark night sky gradually faded from the sky into a hazy indigo, from deep to shallow, gestating a new morning in the stale change. Chevrolet's car radio returned to normal inexplicably, just as suddenly as it was when it broke down. In the soothing nostalgic rhythm, John Lennon sang in a deep and hoarse voice.
A small piece of hand-painted sketch paper was blown out of the car window by the wind, and flew in mid-air like a butterfly with folded wings. The few lines of the carbon pencil outline a pool of blood on it, and a wolf hanging upside down on a tree branch with its intestines dragged on top of the pool of blood.