When Leo walked in, there was nothing silent in the apartment. "Li Biqing!" He called all the way from the living room to the bedroom and kitchen, but did not find Jasmine's little boyfriend. However, due to his professional sensitivity, he found that some subtle changes have taken place in the apartment. The dusty floor has become clean, the cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling have disappeared, and the dirty clothes left in the bathroom have been washed and dried on the balcony and in the kitchen. There is a faint smell of oily smoke... Except for the Chinese boy who lives in, he doesn't think anyone will sneak into his apartment to help with housework.
The question is, where did that guy go
He returned to the hallway and was about to go out to find it. The copper handle clicked and the door pushed open. Li Biqing, wearing a casual clothes, appeared at the door carrying a large bag of supermarket food.
Leo stood face to face with him, only to realize that the other person was taller than he thought, about 5 feet 10 inches (1.78 meters), very well-proportioned, slightly thinner, probably because the eastern body was born to be more white than white. slim. Li Biqing was stunned the moment he saw him, and then showed a gentle and shy smile, "Leo, when did you come back? Have you eaten?"
Some people joked that the first sentence of the Chinese meeting must be to ask if they have eaten, which seems to be true. Leo couldn't help smiling, and stepped back a few steps to let the way go, "Come in. Where did you get the key?"
Li Biqing carried the food bag into the kitchen and said, "I watched American TV shows. Your spare keys are usually placed under the mat outside the door. So I went to find them, and they were hidden under a loose floor tile. Yes. I have always found it incredible. With such a common practice, I am not afraid of being discovered by a thief?"
Leo shrugged, "There is an old Chinese saying that you should guard against the gentleman but against the villain. Good people don't go to your door to pick up the keys. If a thief tries to steal your home, even a row of locks won't work. Besides, many people Alarm systems are installed in their homes. They are just lazy to hide the keys everywhere, or they often forget to bring them."
Li Biqing sneered and took out the food and seasonings from the bag, "Americans are as famous as their inability to do arithmetic."
"Save us some face, Chinese boy." Leo crossed his arms and leaned against the cooking table, watching him wash the carrots and cut tomatoes with interest. Before that, he had only met the other person once, and he had only said a few words. Now, when he chats, he is unexpectedly relaxed and natural, "How did you buy these things? Listen to Jasmine, you don’t understand. English?"
"Some simple vocabulary can still be said, such as supermarket, where, buy. People on the street are very enthusiastic. When they enter the supermarket, the shopping guide will help me. Most importantly, I have U.S. dollar bills and recognize the Arabs on it. Numbers." He explained seriously.
Leo smiled again. He found that the number of laughs in these ten minutes was more than the total of the past five days. This boy who seems innocent and confused is actually not really that innocent and confused, and even has a bit of calm humor. Maybe we can get along, he thought, this one is obviously much cuter than Jasmine's first two boyfriends who were beaten by him.
"You can cook? Chinese food?"
Li Biqing nodded, the knife flew, and the thin green jade-like celery slices poured down, "I know a little bit of home cooking. Today I plan to make fish-flavored eggplant pot, sweet and sour pork ribs, fried squid with celery, tomato egg soup — Can you use chopsticks?"
"I can use chopsticks to hold soybeans, my grandmother taught me when I was young."
"I can see that you have a part of Chinese ancestry. It seems that most of the mixed-race children are handsome boys and beautiful girls. I believe that in the future, Jasmine and I will have beautiful children."
When Leo heard him talk about Jasmine, he asked more: "When are you going to get married?"
"The exact time has not yet been determined. I want to go to a language school, take a certificate, and find a formal job. Your sister said that I want to live in the United States in the future."
Leo looked at his calm and focused face when he was cutting meat and talking, and found that it was difficult to see his inner emotions. Perhaps it was the implicit and introverted ethnic traditions of the Orientals that caused his ability to observe words and colors to fail on the opponent. However, if you are willing to travel thousands of miles away from your hometown and come to the United States to live with Jasmine, what other reason is there other than "love each other"
His smart, beautiful, independent, but always problematic sister, finally found a man who looked more reliable this time. Leo thought with relief.
For dinner, the home-cooked food with three dishes and one soup is delicious, at least much better than the outdated Chinese dishes in restaurants in Chinatown. The two teamed up to wipe out a small pot of rice, vegetables, and soup. After that, Li Biqing consciously gathered the dishes and chopsticks to wash. Leo couldn't help asking him, "Do you do all the housework when you are with Jasmine?"
Li Biqing nodded, "In our hometown, men always do housework."
"Where is the woman?"
"Shopping, shopping, playing mahjong."
Leo sighed sincerely: "You can imagine how happy Jasmine's married life is."
After dinner, Leo rarely returned to the office to work overtime. Instead, he sat at the desk in the bedroom, carefully browsed the huge amount of case information in the laptop, and tried to filter and correlate pieces of fragmented evidence, like a puzzle, to piece it together. Shaping the "finish".
Three photocopies of simulated portraits with different appearances were pasted on the wall behind the desk. They were the last one he saw before going to bed, and they were the first one he saw when he woke up. They laughed, talked, and wandered in his dreams night after night, repeating the hunting process over and over again. In the dream, he followed the vague shadow like an apprentice, speculating on every expression, observing every movement, the blood and blood of the knife, which was so realistic as to draw it from his own hand, which often made him cold and sweaty. Awakened.
This is the case in every case... How could he let these cold-blooded murderers, these life-saving villains go unpunished? In the cases handled, only during the period after the murderer was shot or arrested can he get a truly peaceful sleep. "Don't force yourself to chase the murderer into the darkness, so that you will feel that life is beautiful and sunny." Old Kenneth often patted his shoulder and said. He tried this kind suggestion, but he couldn't do it.
Darkness envelops the murderers and coldly shelters them. If you don't enter the darkness, how can you dispel the fog and reveal the truth behind the blood
Leo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his eyes were full of indestructible hardness.
After more than three hours, perhaps longer, he felt his mind began to become confused and he needed a refreshing drink. Although there was an old-fashioned coffee machine in the rented apartment, he couldn't squeeze the time to make it, so he had to drink a bag of instant coffee. Although sweet and greasy, it was better than the free coffee provided by the public.
Closing the laptop, he rubbed his face vigorously with his palm, got up and walked out of the bedroom. The wall clock on the wall indicated that it was late at night, the lamp on the round table in the living room was still on, and a figure curled up in the shadow of the sofa. This made Leo professionally nervous, and reflexively touched the pistol pinned to his back. Then he realized that there was now an additional tenant in the apartment.
"Are you still asleep?" Leo greeted and walked over.
Li Biqing wore a sky blue shirt and off-white trousers home clothes, bare feet, bent legs nestled on the sofa, an open thick notebook pad on his knees, holding a pencil in his right hand, raised his eyes to look When he was, the rubber tip at the end of the pen was still biting in his mouth. "No... write something." As if he realized that his actions were a little childish, he quickly pulled out the pen, clipped it into the opened page, and closed the book at will.
Leo went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of instant coffee, then poked his head out and asked him, "Do you want coffee?"
"No, thank you, I made black tea."
"Chinese black tea?"
"Zhengshan Souchong Tongmuguan, do you want to try?"
"Alright. Coffee seems to have no effect on me recently."
Li Biqing leaned over, climbed on the armrest of the sofa to make tea at the round table, as if he didn't even bother to stretch out his feet. The light outlines the concave and convex backline under the thin clothing, from the slender back neck, the thin waist to the straight buttocks, stretching into a naturally beautiful curve.
Leo thought he was like a cat lying on the sofa stretching. Maybe many women can put this pose more charmingly and seductively, but on him, it reveals a casual and lazy comfort, which is reminiscent of the burning fireplace in winter night, the soft pillows after the sun, Mint tea and blueberry cookies in the afternoon... things like that, it is a kind of warmth and warmth full of family flavor.
Perhaps it was this feeling that Jasmine fell in love with, Leo thought.
When he was sitting on the other end of the sofa holding a black tea cup, he found several books on the coffee table. He flipped through the book casually. The book was in Chinese and didn't know most of the words, but the cover was very familiar. After careful examination, he believed that he had read the English version of them. "... "The Whispers Before Bed", "Broken Pupa", "Dead Butterfly" and "The Last Wing" trilogy? Roy Lee's masterpiece, you are a fan of suspense detective novels. You know, I like this guy a lot, He is not only a best-selling author, but also a self-taught criminal psychologist. These works and "The Complete Works of Hitchcock", "The Silent Lamb" and "Human Bone Puzzle" are all in the recommended office above. In the reading material."
"Office reading? You guys really have a strong taste." Li Biqing opened his eyes and looked at him.
Leo smiled and did not explain much, but instead asked: "One thing I haven't figured out yet, maybe you can give a correct understanding-in "The Whispers Before Bed", the real murderers are the twins. The elder brother in Zhong, or the double personality of the younger brother?"
Li Biqing answered without hesitation: "Neither. There is no double personality at all. The so-called elder brother was also made up by him. He poured sugar into the fuel tank of the neighbor’s car, hanged their dog, and killed the male neighbor with a golf ball. , Dismembered the female neighbor and buried her head under the window sill to let her watch the scene of her little daughter being raped... Everything was done by himself. From the beginning, he premeditated to create the illusion of twins, playing perfectly by himself The two characters made people think they were brothers living together, and even falsified the hospital birth records for this. Neighbors saw their brothers dining at the same table from the window. In fact, they could only see the front of one of them, and the back of the other was tailor-made. After the murder was exposed, he faked his brother’s fear of escape, and finally defrauded the jury and escaped legal sanctions."
"But in the end, my brother really showed up, what happened?"
"Have you ever heard an old saying: suspicion gives birth to ghosts. If you firmly believe in its existence, maybe someday it will come true, because you will find ways to make it come true. Twin brothers created by lies He deceived others, and finally hypnotized himself, and gave birth to a ghost in his heart-the ghost of an older brother who stands by the bed in the middle of the night and whispers and shows off his crimes."
Leo thought, and nodded in agreement, "He escaped the sanctions of the law by using clever tricks, but he couldn't escape the dark ghost in his heart. A person who began to fail to distinguish between reality and illusion is not far from madness."
"Crazy, it also represents self-destruction." Li Biqing added.
"By what you said, I can finally stop worrying about that guy who was not brought to justice." Leo sighed and said, "You don't know how much I hate the bridge where the murderer escapes from the movie and the novel, and the police are helpless. Paragraph, typically misleading the public!"
Li Biqing laughed: "It feels like the three views are broken, right? The audience loves this set, because everyone hides a beast bound by morality and law. How to find a balance between humanity and animality It is a topic that runs through everyone's life."
So, what about "killing", what broke the chain of morality and law in his heart, and released the beast that chose people to eat
Thanks to the endless emergence of American heroes in today’s film and television, such as Spider-Man, Batman, and Arrow, many people believe that the motive of “killing” is a distorted sense of justice, which makes him keen to play the role of “social police”. With serial killers as the fixed target, the social harm is much less than that of ordinary murderers. But Leo sneered at it.
He is more inclined to believe that the criminal motive for "killing" comes from the stress response after psychological trauma. This guy was a victim of violence and murder. This may have come from his childhood, choosing serial murderers as his target. In fact It is a kind of revenge. This kind of psychology can still be targeted in the early stage, but as time continues, the psychological satisfaction that each killing brings him gradually overlaps, and he will soon be unable to restrain the more and more wild and untamable beast, and finally in the blood and the killing. Completely crazy!
Crazy means self-destruction, but he must not wait until that time to catch him. The people will pay a heavy price for it!
Maybe I should go back along the time axis. The behavioral science analysis team presumes that the "killing" age is between 20 and 28 years old. I have to investigate the serial murders that occurred in various states more than 20 years ago... Leo fell into Contemplation.
When he came back to his senses, he didn't know how long it took until the porcelain pot filled with hot tea was already cold. He got up and swept his stiff shoulders, and found that Li Biqing was still lying on the sofa with his head hanging down. He couldn't help but urged without any position: "Don't you go to bed? It's almost three o'clock. Staying up often is bad for your health."
The other party remained motionless and did not respond.
Leo took a closer look, and he actually fell asleep with his arms around his knees and curled up. The lustrous maroon hair fell under the lamp, gently covering his eyes, and his breath was long and quiet.
The fetal-like sleeping position is one of the signs of insecurity in the heart. Leo remembered what an unknown psychologist had said, and an inexplicable softness suddenly grew in a corner of his heart. He bends down to hug Li Biqing, hugs him sideways like a sleeping child, puts the other person’s head comfortably on his arms, walks into the guest bedroom, gently put him on the bed, and covers the quilt. .
The unsuspecting Dongfang boy slept very deeply. Leo sat on the side of the bed and looked at him, a glimmer of envy flashed across his eyes. Back in his bedroom, he also lay wearily on the bed. For the first time in many days, he did not look at the simulated portraits on the wall before going to bed, and turned off the lights to go to sleep.
After half an hour of tossing around, Leo suddenly opened the quilt and walked barefoot to the bathroom. He took out an unlabeled white pill bottle from the medicine cabinet. After hesitating for a moment, he shook out two oval pill stoppers. Into the mouth, swallow, and then return to the bed.
With the help of the medicine, an undisturbed, completely dark sleep finally fell on him, and he fell asleep slowly.