One month later. New York JFK International Airport.
Leo and Li Biqing walked out of the waiting hall with their suitcases, and got in a taxi that was parked at the gate of the airport to wait for passengers.
"Manhattan at 103 East 86th Street," a federal agent in civilian clothes said to the taxi driver. "Also, can you turn the music down?"
The black driver with dreadlocks was unheard of. While driving the car, he twisted his body to the loud music on the radio, and a lot of ornaments jingle around his neck, like a self-contained rapper. During a short interlude, he finally had time to smooth out his mouth and answered the passenger: "Shut down? Do you think this is Bandari? I said, buddy, your musical literacy needs to be improved. Don't just focus on your energy. Spending on choosing a brand," he squinted in the rearview mirror of the car, and curled his thick lips at the other person's clothes that were obviously not on the same level as him. "Brightness is not important, but the soul is important. You know, soul! Only Hip-Hop can release it, let it be free, just like Tyler The Creator, listen to this—"
He twisted his hips and rapped loudly, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers. An SUV in an adjacent lane overtook from behind. When passing by, the driver stuck his face out of the car window and cursed angrily: "You have taken half of my lane, idiot!"
"That... What The Creator? What is it? The Creator?" the young Chinese man 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 a cult leader? It's his responsibility. Belief is not ours unless they also engage in some *** incident."
The black driver looked at them with an expression of "you people who don't understand music are beyond hope".
When getting out of the car, Leo paid the fare according to the price, and then patted the driver's door vigorously, "Hey, musician, buy a bottle of air freshener to clean up the smell in the car. Next time if you are in the car again If you smoke marijuana, or if you see a passenger smoking marijuana without calling the police, I will give your name and license plate number to the police."
The black driver swears into anger, and instantly gets stuck when he sees the blue certificate on the white background and the golden eagle badge on it. "—It's 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 definitely give me cute Little girl-maybe a naughty kid-find a new dad again! I swear this is the last time! I will completely forget about marijuana and fandom, as well as how to spell it!" After repeated apologies and promises, the taxi whizzed. He rushed 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 seriously with them. What is this, national characteristics?"
"National characteristics? Maybe, just like the Chinese, good at fine." Rio smiled and played his duck cap, "Don't say it in front of them," Be careful. "
They talked and laughed and walked into a two-story apartment with a loft. Leo took out the key and opened the door. They immediately opened all the doors and windows, opened the curtains, and after the air circulated, they felt much better.
Through large expanses of floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the summer sun shines in warmly, giving the entire apartment dominated by white tones a layer of transparency and brightness. Li Biqing looked at the interior of this apartment. The intricately shaped sofas, tables, chairs, cabinets, simple patterned cashmere carpets, exquisite furnishings everywhere, and exotic log ornaments on the wall add luster to it. In the prosperous city New York known as the "crossroads of the world" and in the golden Manhattan area, it occupies a place calmly, and exudes a unique atmosphere of home and art.
"Awesome!" Li Biqing admired, "Is this your home, Leo?"
"No, it's my parents' home." The other party replied earnestly, "My parents are on vacation in Europe, and there is no one here now. We can borrow for a while."
Li Biqing asked incredulously: "Isn't my parents' home the same? Why do you make such a clear distinction? If I tell my parents,'I live with your family for a while,' I will definitely be scolded."
Leo hesitated, and finally shrugged: "Cultural differences can't be explained."
"Well, then I won't explain." The Chinese boy said understandingly.
Leo laughed: "However, there are two bedrooms. They said that they will always be reserved for me and Jasmine. They have kept the appearance of our high school period. Would you like to visit it?"
"Of course!" Li Biqing held up his hand enthusiastically, "Lead the way, let me see your youth relics."
Leo was startled slightly, the smooth and warm touch on the back of his hand was fascinatingly comfortable. He subconsciously held it with his backhand, and held the slightly thin hand tightly in his palm, like a trekking traveler who caught a deer that had been chasing for a long time, eagerly trying to bite it and devour it, but he was ashamed of its beauty. Fur and spiritual eyes. This kind of contradictory and complex psychology is so weird that it is difficult for him to understand and even more difficult to accept.
Like holding a handful of sweet chestnuts taken out of the fire, he took out his hand in pain, walked a few steps quickly, 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 biased towards refreshing blue. The walls and ceilings have various posters about sports and military affairs. Of course, boys. Always fascinated by these. There is a strangely shaped table lamp on the desk. At first glance it looks like a miniature alien skeleton with sharp thorns. The long scorpion tail is evil and full of dark beauty, and the scarlet shimmer flashes in the eye sockets. "What is this?" He touched the sharp hook on the metal lamp holder and found that it really seemed to be the bone of some kind of creature.
"It's a cat bone. When I was 17 years old, I picked up a cat carcass that was hit by a car on the road. Suddenly I got inspiration. I removed the flesh and took out the whole skeleton. After bleaching it, I reassembled it and added light bulbs and wires. And a metal base, it became such a thing." Leo laughed mockingly, as if he felt that this handmade product was a bit rough, far not as cool as he thought it was back then.
"You are so talented, Leo. This looks like a monster in a horror movie. Wouldn't you have nightmares when you drive it at night?" The Chinese boy said with admiration.
"No. My courage is probably a bit bigger than ordinary people. I think maybe this is one of the reasons I chose this career. Seriously, I really don’t want you to accept Dr. Cremont’s recommendation. When the sky comes into contact with the dark side things, blood, corpses, murder, perverted desires... After a while, negative emotions will erode your spirit. The people acted as the enemy and made hurtful actions. Almost everyone in the Criminal Department I know has some psychological problems."
"Then what do you do?"
"Look for a psychiatrist for public medical care, and they will regularly conduct psychological examinations and mental tests on us."
"What should I do if it fails the inspection and testing?"
"It's a bit troublesome. You may be suspended from your job, so you can adjust your status until the psychologist issues a certificate before you can return to your job."
Li Biqing said with emotion: "It seems that every line has its own difficulties, and the majestic FBI is not so good."
Leo smiled and asked, "Want to see Jasmine's room?"
"Don't tell me that her eighteen-year-old room is full of low-cut skirts and pink bears. I would never believe it," said his future brother-in-law.
"It seems that you know her better than I thought," Leo continued along the aisle, and then opened another door. "You can confirm it yourself."
The room is a deep purple tone, close to black. All the furniture is designed concisely and neatly, with sharp edges and corners, no lace edges, no bows, no flashy fancy things, and every object is placed exactly where it should be, which is extremely efficient. The entire space reveals a refined, majestic yet expensive post-modern style. It is hard to believe that its owner is an adolescent girl.
Li Biqing sighed, "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 more than ten years of deep purple time, and his eyes flowed. With a touch of clear and tolerant soft light.
This soft light made Leo feel relieved for Jasmine, but at the same time he felt an unprecedented pain.
He clenched his fists and pinched his fingertips into his palm. What are you thinking about, Leo! He warned himself severely, that was Jasmine's fiance! No, even if he is not, you can't have such a ridiculous illusion of the same sex! Damn it, is it a side effect of increasing the amount of medicine without authorization? He feels that a certain corner of his brain is falling apart, like a drier sand castle. The original solid city wall is collapsing and flowing bit by bit in the wind, and finally turned into a full sky. Scattered sand...
"... Leo, Leo!"
Leo suddenly recovered.
"Leo, are you okay?" Another person said with concern, "You won't move for a few minutes and don't even turn your eyes, making me worry about what's going on!"
Leo took a deep breath, "It's okay, it's just that I suddenly thought of something and lost consciousness for a while."
"What do you think of?"
"… forget."
Li Biqing was stunned, and then laughed, "You are probably over-tired. Don't worry about the nerve-wracking things, we are on vacation now, on vacation, you know, take a good rest, relax-you can choose to sleep, listen to music, and play Computer, or accompany me to the supermarket to buy daily necessities and ingredients."
Leo thought for a while and said, "I choose the last one. You need a car to help you carry things. I think what you want to buy must be a weight that you can't move."
"No, it's really like an isolated city. It's so beautiful to die without a trace of smoke or fire. I've never seen such an empty refrigerator. I feel uncomfortable if I don't fill it up. Fortunately, you asked your neighbor's wife to help with hygiene. Otherwise, I have to clean it thoroughly today..." The Chinese boy muttered, walking to the hallway to put on his shoes. Leo followed him, listening to his gurgling plans for things other than shopping, and felt that this kind of life was strange and warm, like a piece of soft, melodious, untiring light music.
He loves light music.
In the evening, they nestled on the sofa waiting for the NBA live broadcast, with a pile of snacks and beer on the coffee table. The ad was so boring that Leo yawned, and casually pulled half of the New York Times look. Li Biqing was struggling to look at one of them. The long-form English still made him a little daunting. He quickly turned his attention to the advertisement board like tofu.
"...Resorts? Lakeside wooden houses? Backed by forests, surrounded by large lakes, enjoying boating, fishing, hunting, enjoying quiet life and rich... What is rich?" The Chinese boy asked, looking up.
Leo moved his face over and glanced, "anion, anion."
"Oh." The boy continued reading, "Whether you are passionate about health and wellness, family leisure or camping adventures, it is your best choice... Northwestern New Jersey, near the Kitatinny Mountains, close to New York, how about it? Are you interested?" He asked the other person, blinking with interest, his face clearly written: Go, go, I want to go!
Leo couldn't help but stretched out his hand and rubbed his chestnut hair, smiled and said, "Okay, then go."
"Excellent!" The boy cheered and jumped off the sofa, not even watching the NBA. "You go call to make an appointment, and I'll pack my things!"
"It's night, and I have to wait for tomorrow to 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 time."
"Yes, it's still a month. It's a long time." Li Biqing was a little embarrassed, "And your injury has not healed. You must pay attention to recuperate. Forget it, I still don't go."
Leo scowled and said, "What kind of'rest', do you want to tie me to the bed? Come on, I know my own body. Those bones have grown up a long time ago, and there is no problem at all."
"Nonsense, how can it be so fast, as the saying goes, it hurts one's nerves and bones for a hundred days."
"That's an ordinary person, I am extraordinary. Besides, isn't it good for your health to breathe more negative ions?"
"... Well, your negative ion has won. But you still have to be careful not to get too active, especially in wounds and fractures."
"I'll be careful. Oh, the game has started," Leo raised his chin to the TV. "Guess who will win,'Rocket' or'Thunder'?"
"Do you want to make a bet? I bet on'Rocket', what is the bet?"
"I bet on'Thunder', and the bet is to wash each other's clothes for a week."
"Including underwear and socks?"
"include."
"OK, bet!"
After an hour and a half, Leo screamed: "'Thunder'! You are too disappointed!"
"Ha, 107 to 100, you lost! Wash my clothes for a week, including underwear and socks, don't want to go wrong." Li Biqing declared triumphantly.
"I'm a wounded, so I ask for special care. I'll just wash it for one day... Or, three days, three days will work?"
"Request to be dismissed. Now that I think of myself as a wounded, didn't I just say, "There is no problem at all"? A week is a week."
Leo buried his face in the sofa cushion and whimpered, "God, I hate washing clothes..."
"Or change it to wash the dishes for a week."
"-Let's do the laundry, at least there is a washing machine."
"Pants and socks must be washed by hand!"
"Why! Are they not all clothes? This is racial discrimination!"
"There is no reason. If you are upset, you can continue to bet with me tomorrow and put on the clothes for the next week."
"... Forget it, I'll change my bet tomorrow."
"Ha ha."
After watching the game, wiped out a table of beer and snacks, the two went back to the room to sleep with their full stomachs.
Standing at the door of his room, watching Li Biqing walk towards Jasmine's room, Leo tried his best to suppress the sourness in his heart, smiled and said, "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 with long straight eyelashes, like a misty lake, with unknowable emotions flowing deep. For a moment, Leo thought he would take two steps closer, hug himself, or something further-in the crevice of the mist, he seemed to see something familiar. It hit him like lightning, and a fragment of memory that was deliberately sealed jumped up from the depths of his mind.
-His face was shiny white in the flashlight under his black hair, and the blood on his lips was startlingly red. A pair of dark eyes looked up from the bottom, and his eyes were full of warmth and desire.
—His face is slowly approaching. I don't know who touched who first, the salty blood spread, it was as hot as it was about to burn the tip of the tongue, and it was so sweet that it was a sad 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, shocked and fit, excited and peaceful.
At this moment, the boy in front of him reminded him of a serial murderer, a serial murderer who he had been hunting for a year and determined to be brought to justice, but released water after he caught it.
Finalize.
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 dumbfounded, ashamed of his cranky thoughts: he was so hungry and thirsty! If Li Biqing hadn't turned around in time just now, his sanity would probably be completely burnt, and he would press the other person on the wall to kiss regardless of the consequences! Thinking of the trouble that ensues—the other party’s confused and unbelievable expression, his own unconvincing explanation, how the two should get along afterwards, Jasmine’s shock and anger... Leo got a headache when he thought of this. Lose.
Fortunately in the misfortune, all this is too late to happen.
Fortunately, the unfortunate thing is that if he doesn't solve his inexplicable situation, all this will happen one day.
He suddenly thought of Rob. When he first partnered, Rob was drunk in a club. He tried to drag him into the car. The bastard grabbed his clothes and asked drunkly, "Leo, uh, are you... straight or curved?" "
"Bend your sister!" At that time, he unceremoniously punched Rob in the stomach, causing the opponent to spit out.
Now these words echoed in his ears again, "Leo, are you straight or curved?" He found that he could no longer answer with confidence.
Is there anything more tragic than this? As a brother-in-law, he has a unilateral feeling of a relationship beyond normal with his future brother-in-law... No, maybe there is something more tragic. As a policeman, he has had a supernatural relationship with a serial killer. Almost normal contact...
Leo didn't know which of the two was darker and more desperate.
He only knew that he had to go to a psychiatrist. Of course, he definitely couldn't be the one provided by the public for free.