Bang!
The car door was closed, Walter's expression was very bad, he stared at James in the rearview mirror, "Why is his face swollen?!"
James in the back seat, the tape was back on his mouth, and when Wander saw Walter coming back, he put it back on! James was even more certain that this Walter had a way to control the shadow man.
"He wanted to run!" Wandel said innocently and excitedly, "But I remembered your request! I didn't do anything to him! I just told him not to run!" It seemed like he had been wronged a lot. James can already hold three playing cards between his eyebrows.
Walter turned around, stared at James with complicated eyes, remained silent without saying anything, then turned back, took out a small bottle and threw it to Wander, "Drink it."
Wandel was very excited, flipping the vial up and down, "Chapman, please be happy! After I drink it, you must obey the plan, otherwise, I will kill your whole family!"
In the rearview mirror, James clearly saw Wander's face twisting, but Chapman did not appear after all. Wandel smiled with satisfaction, unscrewed the lid, and as soon as he took a sip, his face immediately became confused, "This stuff stinks! Walter! This stuff stinks so much! Is it really for drinking?"
"Shut up! Drink it!" Walter had already re-inserted the key, started it, held the steering wheel and started to turn.
The scenery on the front window began to rotate and change. James has identified this place, and the direction they are traveling in now, coupled with Wander's 'self-talk' just now, James has determined their target - Chapman's home.
"Drink it!" Wander threw away the vial and frowned, "Did it work?" He raised his arm and sniffed it against his own. The clothes he passed on were Walter's, and they obviously didn't fit. Chapman has a tall and strong body, while Walter is just an ordinary middle-aged man.
The tight shirt made a soft sound of tearing. The bandage exposed on the cuff was stained with blood, which was obviously a torn wound there. But even James noticed that the previously pungent drug and the rancid odor beneath it had disappeared.
"Don't move! It's working!" Walter didn't know whether he was worried about his clothes or something else, but his tone was very bad, "Let Chapman come out! I want to talk to him!"
"Now?" Wandel said reluctantly, "It's time."
Walter frowned. Without speaking, he waited for the other party to execute the order.
"Okay." Wandel nodded helplessly, "Do you need me to tie him up..."
"Shut up! I want to talk to Chapman!" Walter glared at Wander.
Wandel gave a humiliating response and closed his eyes.
There were no distorted facial expressions or signs of struggle. When his eyes opened again, Chapman was back, and his face finally had an expression befitting his identity, tired and serious.
The first thing the officer did after regaining control of his body was turn around and look at James.
There was guilt on Chapman's face. "Detective Lance, I..." He reached out and tried to tear off the tape on James' mouth.
James tilted his body, avoided Chapman's hand, and glared at the other party.
"What are you doing!" Walter frowned and yelled, "Don't do anything you'll regret!" Cooperating with Zach's acting made him feel like a fool. Walter yelled at Chapman, "Are you sick! Do you think that guy can accept your current state? In his opinion, you are a schizophrenic lunatic!"
The corners of Chapman's eyes drooped, and the sadness on his face could not be concealed. The hand stretched out to James stopped in the air and trembled slightly.
"Sit tight!" Walter continued to yell, "Don't think about random things! I will release the detective after I'm done, now you tell me again what you want to do!"
Chapman took one last look at James, took a deep breath, shook his head, and slowly withdrew his hand. Lean back in your seat. Begin calmly, "I will go in, see my wife and son, say goodbye, and then come out."
James frowned. What is he saying
"Very good." Walter's eyes quickly glanced in the rearview mirror, and James' expression changed exactly as Zach expected! Walter twitched the corner of his mouth and pushed the vampire's annoying face out of his mind, "What are you going to say?"
"I..." Chapman's eyes seemed to be filled with sand and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were pulled up. "I will say that I am in danger and I need to leave Barton City. For example, if anyone asks..."
James moved his body because Chapman in the rearview mirror turned his head, and James lost sight of the person in the mirror.
Behind his intermittent breathing, James had moved to one side of the back seat, and only Chapman's side face, leaning against the window, appeared in the rearview mirror.
"If someone asks..." The voice became low and trembling, "The answer is that you have never seen me."
Walter said gloomily, "Stop! Don't rub your tears and snot on my car!" Walter's voice suddenly rose, "Detective!" This was James.
"Detective Lance!" Walter looked at James who was staring at Chapman in the rearview mirror. According to the vampire, now is the time to give him a 'push'. At this time, James began to fully realize that Chapman, who should have died long ago, was still alive with everything he had as a human being.
"You heard it!" There was a trace of irritation in Walter's eyes. This feeling of being controlled by a vampire was not good. "This madman just wants to say goodbye to his family! No one will be harmed!"
Under James' frown, he moved his eyes away from Chapman, whose whole body was twitching slightly, and looked at Walter, who was looking at him in the rearview mirror.
"I don't care what you think of the current situation." Walter's annoyance became even heavier. He now felt a sense of frustration that he knew he was being cheated, but couldn't expose it. "But the guy in front of you is going to die! Tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow? ?I don’t know, but hurry up! You don’t want to ruin this crazy guy’s chance to say goodbye to his family for the last time!”
James's pupils shrank slightly, and he almost forgot that Chapman was going to die. real death.
"After he says goodbye, he will leave here and leave Barton City! I will let you go!" Walter looked at the road ahead, across the Lister District, and after entering the Back Bay, headed south. An outline has emerged at Back Bay Community College (that's where Madison would go to night school in the evenings, Volume 7).
This is already the boundary of Back Bay. Further south, after a buffer between middle-class and lower-class communities, you will enter Paisley.
Chapman's home is in this buffer zone.
Walter continued, "You can follow him. Whatever you want! But I want you to remember that when the goodbye is over, he will turn back into that evil guy! I don't want anything to do with that guy anymore! What do you want? This is your business, don’t involve me anymore, how about it?”
Looking at the rearview mirror, he found that James' eyes were back on Chapman and he was not listening to himself at all. Walter shook his head, he was too lazy to care, and he didn’t really mean what he said anyway. What happened after that was already Zach’s trouble! whatever!
Chapman's body stopped twitching, and he turned around again. James was not in the mood to listen to Walter's words, but it didn't mean that he didn't hear it. Chapman's red eyes swept over his sleeves, and he looked at James. He seemed a little anxious, "Lan, Detective Si."
His voice seemed to have not recovered from the choking, and there was a strange pause. He took a deep breath. Calming down his emotions, he looked at the frowning James seriously, "Don't follow me, I'm in danger. Listen to me." He reached out and pressed James' leg, "I know you must think I have Illness is a lunatic..."
James's face began to turn red from suffocation. When Chapman touched himself, his whole body stiffened unconsciously. There is nothing difficult to understand. James doesn't know how to face the person in front of him, Shadow Man? A co-worker who did something unworthy? Someone about to die? Someone who has a slim chance of starting over
Chapman felt James' stiffness, raised his broad palm, and slowly made a fist. There was a trace of hatred on his serious face that even he hated.
"I am a madman!" Chapman stared at James, "If you follow me, I will kill you! If you dare to reveal a trace of what happened today, I will kill you!"
James closed his eyes tightly, and he began to shake his head, his body began to struggle, and his mouth, which was taped, began to twist. He wants to reverse the current situation, and he has a way to bring back Chapman, who has been far away from the road.
Because he understood and understood what Chapman meant. The reason for not letting him follow was to protect James from being used by the shadow man, and not to reveal what happened today. It was to complete what he should have done last night, die in the line of duty, and get insurance for his family.
Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, his body would be found, and the time of death, James would have no doubt, would match the time of last night's shooting. The medicines now wrapped in gauze will only delay this time a little. The fatal injuries that actually caused death will not be healed by the shadow man's possession and these medicines.
"You know what I want! Everyone in the police department should know what I want!" Chapman glared at James, with a threatening look on his face, "If you ruin this, I will Destroy you!"
There was a hint of sadness on James's face, Chapman's actions were not rigorous. In the police department, detectives always say that the suspect with the most obvious motive is usually the one with the most obvious motive, because the motive is so obvious that committing the crime would be a stupid act.
Chapman fits this point. Not only is his motivation too obvious, he doesn't even hide his actions. He took full advantage of the Patton Police Department's impression of gang members. Those in the Southeast are the easiest rakes to shift the blame. If you want something to be trivialized and pushed to them, they will not resist and will not be involved in any chain of interests!
What if Chapman needed a scapegoat to get insurance for his own murder? Those unloved gang members in the Southeast are the perfect ones!
Explain to all the citizens of Barton City that the police officers carried out a suicidal frame-up of crimes for the sake of insurance, and they still followed what Chapman wanted. This decision was too easy to make.
"Hell!" Walter's voice abruptly interrupted the real 'threat' in the car.
James glanced toward the front window of the car.
Damn it!
Coulson stood on the Chapmans' front porch and rang the doorbell. (..)