The sudden confession of the "serial killer killer" has set off a big wave in public opinion. Not only the news media, but the public has also divided into gangs and quarrels on forums and Twitter. "Guilty" shifted to "Why plead guilty while court trial is dominant?" Conspiracy theories about the secret operation of the Federal Government and the CIA are on the rise. Outside the office building where Leo and Rob are always crowded with enthusiastic reporters. Due to the encirclement and protests of the killing fans, the detention center was almost like a fortress washed by tides, so much so that riot police and helicopters were almost dispatched.
In the office, Rob whispered while scanning the Internet news: "... tortured to extract a confession? Nonsense, he was not locked up in Guantanamo... "Unspeakable trading insider"? Then how do you know! Rio, these The reporter is too damn foolish, and some even say that you are going to kill—"
Leo's heart stopped beating.
"—Oh, I read it wrong, I'm sorry, that's a fantasy essay written by'slash powder'."
"Slash powder?" Leo asked puzzled.
Rob took a peek at Leo, and felt that his expression was calm and his eyes were calm, as if he had completely got rid of the pain and entanglement he had before, and he shouldn't have to deliberately avoid certain topics. "Uh, it's a dispute over LK or KL fans. A big vote, mainly young women."
"I still don't quite understand."
"It's the two of you, that... the question of who attacks and who suffers."
Leo looked at him in shock, and the other party waved his hands repeatedly to indicate that the problem was not on his side.
"It's all the blame for the damn "Chess of Life and Death". Canning sold some of its fragments to the website at a high price. It immediately became a sensation on the Internet. You don't know how many publishers are vying for its original copyright. A whole fandom came out. By the way, by the way, Roy Lee's previous novels are all sold out, and it is said that they are now being reprinted and printed."
"... Crazy world." Leo held his breath, feeling almost suffocated by himself. How many people think of the relationship between law enforcement officers and suspects because of a novel? Damn it, won't you write something that shouldn't be written in the text? For example, using a bullet in the mouth, and even later... He inevitably thought desperately, this time the FBI's reputation is really going to be ruined!
"No, it used to be popular for fans to write love letters and marriage proposals to serial killers, but now it's changed to build a website and pull CP." Rob shrugged and said sarcastically, "Times are advancing."
Leo supported his forehead with his palm and groaned lowly.
"It's okay," the green-eyed partner patted him comfortingly on the shoulder. "It's just the obscenity of some rotten girls. It won't affect your work and life, and I will be tight-lipped. But to be honest, I too Quite curious—who will attack and who will be the two of you?"
Now Leo didn't even have the strength to moan. He tapped Rob's head hard with the newspaper roll in his hand: "How about the commando, did you rescue Li Biqing?"
"The news that has just arrived has been successfully rescued and sent to the hospital for a full-body examination. Except for a little trance, it doesn't seem to be a big problem. Unfortunately, the person in charge of the guards has long since fled and didn't catch it. Interrogate some details."
Leo had an unexpected look on his face: "Even if he catches it, he can't ask anything substantive. He always plans to move."
"That's why I was surprised that he pleaded guilty without warning." Rob said, "I heard that prosecutor Martini reached a plea bargain with him this morning-he wants to confess his guilt and repent in court, and confess his true identity to the bureau. , Cooperate with partners and sources of funds, and admit to reporters and the public that the plots in the novel are merely literary creations rather than facts, in exchange for a 17-year sentence."
"17 years." Leo said in a deep voice, focusing on the photo that was finalized in the headline of the newspaper.
"It's actually not that long. You can apply for execution outside prison after serving two-thirds of your sentence..." Rob felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, so he quickly turned to the front and said, "You know his hometown is in Phoenix, his real name is Elvis. ·Lee? His parents—"
Rob suddenly silenced because the face of the black-haired agent opposite was naked with a mocking expression of "I believe you will lose". "Well, I know you won't give up the idea of investigating yourself." He shrugged and said, "You obsessive-compulsive disorder, paranoid."
Leo smiled and was waiting for a call when the text message suddenly rang. He took out a look at the text on the screen, his face suddenly changed subtlely, got up, and picked up the black woolen coat on the back of the chair: "I found some clues from a file 20 years ago. Just set off for Utah. Rob, there is a task for you."
"The task? It is guaranteed to be completed!" Rob said a two-finger military salute locally.
"Go to the airport to pick up a woman named Jasmine Lawrence. Her flight has just landed right now."
"Jasmine Lawrence..." Rob blinked, and suddenly screamed like he had just woken up from a dream: "Jasmine! No, no, no, you can't give me this life and death job! How do you tell me to follow him? She explained that you caused your real brother-in-law to be under house arrest and now you are lying in the hospital, and you put the fake brother-in-law into bed and thrown into jail? My God, I can’t imagine Jasmine’s expression at that time! Listen, Leo, escape can’t be resolved. Any questions! After all, she is your sister, no matter how angry she is, she won’t do anything to you, I'm different... Leo! Leo!"
His black-haired partner walked out of the office without looking back, slammed the door, and almost fled.
"Are you leaving?" Alessio asked in the MCC cell, who was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for the guard to come and pick someone up. "I heard that you have pleaded guilty. I'm not surprised about that. I was surprised that you actually appointed you to go to Rex Island Prison to serve your sentence as one of the conditions of the plea bargain?"
He did not answer, and it is not surprising how the Italian youth knew-he looked like a decent man who never lacked means, with a tangled network of connections.
"I haven't told you that the island is nicknamed the "Grave"?" Alessio sat down beside him and said in a sincerely persuasive tone, "Listen to me, Okura is not a detention center, we You all know what kind of ghost place a prison for felons is, but believe me, the'grave' is worse than all the prisons you can imagine combined!"
He pushed aside his hand on his shoulder, and replied casually, "I know."
"Then you still—" Alessio stopped abruptly. During this period of time, he has already begun to understand the roommate who gets along day and night, and knows what kind of explosive tenacity and sharpness lurks under the other's seemingly normal body. If such a person is determined to do something, even God cannot stop it.
"Well," Alessio said with a sigh, "If you insist on doing this, I want you to do me a favor." He reached into the prison shirt, took out a ring from his small pocket, and put it Into the palm of the finale: "Please help me give this ring to my brother. His name is Timothy Berardi. He is in the fifth district of Rex Island Prison."
Turning over the ring, the ring was carved with a double-headed viper winding a lily flower pattern, almost not like a ring. "I think it's not just a ring, but you have a way to send it to Rex Island."
Alessio said: "Yes, but I only trust you. In fact, it is not only a ring, but also a family seal, the Italian Berardi family, I think you should have heard of it."
"Oh, Godfather's seal." teased, "Do you really still keep the old habit of stamping secret letters?"
Alessio smiled a little bit shamelessly: "It is also a token of the family heritage. In fact, we call it the'ring of the curse' in private. Its previous owner was my uncle, who died in the assassination; the previous one was mine. My cousin, Derek, later died of an electric shock on the cruise ship. One of my cousins, Vincent, wanted to get it too. As a result, the hapless guy fell to pieces from more than a dozen floors because of an elevator failure..."
"Do you believe this?" Qinqin asked.
"It's not important. The important thing is that I don't want to accept it, believe it or not, but my brother obviously doesn't think so." Alessio shrugged, "I guess if I don't give this ring to him, maybe I will die by accident someday."
"Your brother has a bad relationship?"
"No, great—as long as there are no key interests involved."
I thought about it for a moment, and said, "Well, I'm doing you a favor. Thank you for your care during this time. But I don't know your brother."
"You will recognize him as soon as you see him, I promise." Alessio said with a smile.
At this time, the escorting prison guard walked over and knocked on the iron door with a truncheon to remind the departure time. He put the ring into his underwear pocket, got up and walked to the door. Alessio couldn't help grabbing his wrist, before the other party threw it away, put it in his ear and said, "Be careful... everyone."
He nodded slightly and walked out of the prison door opened by the prison guard.
As he walked through the corridor, he saw a familiar face—one of his Mahjong players, a professional killer of the Hong Kong Big Circle Gang, Gan. Young Asians wearing glasses stood in front of them, looking pale, thin, and non-aggressive, but they made the prison guards instantly alert as if they had encountered a poisonous snake.
"Don't be nervous, I just want to come over and sigh." He said in a trembling voice, "As soon as he leaves, we are missing one of three."
As he passed by, Gan leaned to the ears of Qingqing and spit out a sentence lightly and carefully: "For the sake of your good style, I will give you a parting gift-under the floor tiles of the laundry room in the sixth area of the tomb, look for it. Bar."
When the prison guard stepped forward to stop him, he had already slipped away like a snake.
Finished pursing the corners of his mouth thoughtfully.
The transferred escort was carrying the only passenger and left the Federal Detention Center in New York when the night was dark.
Alessio, standing by the window on the seventh floor of MCC, watched the escort car being swallowed by the night, and stretched out a hand to the side. The cell phone was handed from the prison guard's pocket to his palm. The brunette Italian youth dialed a set of numbers and then only said three words: "Here is here."
The desolate coastline loomed in the morning mist. An isolated island two kilometers away from the coastline is connected to the land by only a long arched bridge, like a sudden malignant tumor growing from a healthy limb. The island is densely covered with many low buildings. A large barge that has long been immobile is moored along the island. In addition, the five-story white ship is covered with dense windows—all these buildings have only one function: prison.
The Rex Island Prison surrounded by high walls and power grids is divided into ten areas, nested in a labyrinth of twists and turns, but stand alone and isolated from the world.
This is a corner cast aside and forgotten by the whole world.
The first thing every prisoner has to do here is to take a bath.
Due to the large number of prisoners, the bathroom was used in three rounds of morning, afternoon, and evening. When two prison guards escorted a newcomer into the bathroom in the fifth area, the huge space immediately became commotion.
The escorting prison guard Simon almost glanced at the new prisoner with sympathetic eyes: in a place where this male hormone was so full that it almost exploded, this too handsome face was simply a hell carnival for everyone. , It was a tragedy destined for him.
It’s not a fuel-efficient lamp that will enter this prison. Simon understood in his heart, but he couldn’t see it in his eyes. He knocked on the water pipe twice with a truncheon: “Honestly take your bath! Don't think of anything bad!"
He and another prison guard named Joe dutifully watched the newcomer take a bath in a room with scornful, nasty eyes—after all, it was the first day, and they couldn’t explain to them what violence happened—and then Take the newcomer to the infirmary for a psychological test of suicidal tendency.
The rest of the naked men in the room are scratching their hearts in dissatisfaction with their desires, each carrying a ghost.
A fat black guy who weighed at least 250 pounds was enjoying the back-wiping service of the two while instructing another confidant: "I want the new kid to stay in my room tonight. Tell Larry that I'm willing to pay the normal price. double."
"I'm out three times." An unusually burly black man said with a defiant look in the crowd on the other side of the bathroom. He was covered with tattoos from the top of his bald head to his ankles, like an iron tower patronized by the graffiti tribe.
"Wolfstick, I'm going to cut off your skin inch by inch and sew it into curtains and toilet cushions..." The fat black man narrowed his barely visible eyes and said gloomily.
"You can only do these damn things, Malvo." The other party sneered unceremoniously. "Since the second child was almost bitten off by the newcomer, can you still be hard? Or, you are already. Opened a new position behind my ass?"
To change into normal times, the two groups of people who were competing against each other had already thrown their fists at each other, breaking their blood. But today, the atmosphere is even more bizarre and depressing. Both parties are unwilling to control themselves deliberately, as if the sea surface with abnormally low air pressure, Miyun is not raining, is brewing a huge storm sweeping the world.
"...Wait and see, wolf club, wait and see," Malvo said in a muffled voice, his eyes flashing with brutal and brutal light.
The wolf club laughed, his fingers twitched unconsciously, as if he was holding a bloody weapon: "Wait and see, fat man."
Larry, who was in charge of arranging the cell, was in a dilemma. Malvo and the wolf club did not want to offend anyone on either side. Although they are prisoners and he is a prison guard, he still has his parents and family living in New York. Whether he offends the lame gang boss or the blood gang boss, it will bring a devastating blow to the safety of his family-even the boss in jail.
This is really a terrible task, Larry thought resentfully, new people come every day, why do they have to look at the same one! And they are all determined to win! Just when he had a terrible headache, Simon shook two cups of coffee and put one on his table. "Why stare at the schedule and worry about it? You are guarding a fat man."
Larry sighed hard, and said to his colleague and friend, "If you can help me solve this problem, you will be given 1,250 yuan for both sides."
After Simon listened with interest, he showed a joking look of "Such a thing will stump you": "It's not easy? Give the newcomer a single cell."
"But doesn't this offend both sides?"
"Listen to me, cell 1317 has just been vacated, so let him go in."
Larry's eyes lit up: If anyone in the 5th district can contend with Marvo and Wolf Club, it is undoubtedly the one living in single cell 1316. "But, the'Godfather' is not good about this..."
Simon hated iron and smashed his forehead with a mixing spoon: "What's the matter! Just let Malvo and the wolf stick make them think it means "Godfather"."
Larry suddenly started to fill in the name in the schedule. He just wrote "Elvis", then raised his head worriedly and asked: "How did Peppa who lived in 1317 died? You won't forget it now, right? Will a newcomer be sent in without saying hello to the'Godfather'?"
Simon pointed to the photo of the newcomer on the computer screen—even though he was standing in front of the ruler holding a name tag, this young man named "Elvis Lee" was still handsome and incompatible with the entire prison. "Do you think the'Godfather'" Would you treat him as a gift of sincerity, or a hostile provocation?"
Larry glanced at the photo, couldn't help but glanced again, and finally nodded and admitted: "As a heterosexual, I still have to be fair, he is more eye-catching than most of the female prison guards and nurses on the island. Even if he has no sexual interest. It’s not bad to put it aside."
"That's it." Simon finished a cup of coffee, got up and said: "I have to continue on duty, and show the jerk who doesn't remember a long time by the way-I can't offend the big ones, and can't I still clean up the small ones? Damn, I always feel that the atmosphere is not right these days, as if something bad is going to happen..."
"Stop the crow's mouth," Larry said. "Is there anything worse than scum rotting in the'grave'?"