Sha Qing

Oregon Medical University Affiliated Hospital, a surgeon with glasses opened the door of the ward and walked out. Leo and Rob waiting in the hallway immediately greeted: "Doctor, how is he?"

The middle-aged white doctor was obviously very concerned about the patient sent by the FBI. He looked at the report and replied, "His consciousness has been restored, but with symptoms such as headache, nausea, dizziness, photophobia and fatigue, Suspected of a concussion, this place— "he pointed to his occipital bone," struck by a blunt device. "

"Serious? How to treat it?"

"Fortunately, no other craniocerebral injuries were found after the MRI scan, such as intracranial hematomas. There should be no major problems. I gave him an analgesic and stayed in the hospital for two or three days without any adverse reactions. It is time to leave the hospital. In the near future, pay attention to proper bed rest to avoid mental and physical labor. "

"Can you go in and see him?" Leo asked.

The doctor nodded and added another sentence when he entered the door: "Yes, he has clinical symptoms of recent forgetting. He can't recall the situation and the course of the injury at the time. I don't want my patients to get worse after a circle around your FBI, thank you. "

Leo thanked him and walked into the ward. The Chinese boy was lying on the bed drowsy, exposing a warm and soft chestnut hair from the white sheet. Analgesics worked, and he temporarily blocked his headaches and dizziness, and fell asleep exhausted. Leo moved a chair and sat down next to the bed, leaning forward again and stroking the quilt.

Then he looked at him quietly and intently, like a statue of a guardian who remained motionless. After a long time, he got up and left the ward.

"Hey, my dear boy, do you feel better?" Gorgeous female detective in light blonde long curly hair came into the ward with a large bouquet of lilies, leaning over the patient's right cheek and printing a sweet kiss.

"It's okay, the doctor explained that he could be discharged from the hospital." Li Biqing smiled in a hurry, subconsciously trying to touch his lucky right face, and felt embarrassed.

"It's so cute! If I change the taste of picking a man, it's all your fault." Tia looked at the shame of the Chinese boy with interest, and seemed to find some kind of fun in the drama, "Riona Did the **** visit you these two days? "

"I've been here once or twice," Li Biqing said, and immediately explained to the other party, "I know he's busy with work."

"Don't forgive him so easily, my dear, here's a piece of advice: you have to hit with a mallet to treat a drum that doesn't know the trick." Tina blinked at him.

"Uh ... I don't understand." Li Biqing answered honestly.

"So let ’s say that for Leo, the way to express feelings is to control-he will protect you from leaks according to his own ideas, and tell you directly that this is right, that is wrong, Barabara preached, and then You make a decision. If you can't stand it, you have to break out in time and beat him. "

She unzipped the women's Kun bag on her shoulder, flipped it over, and took out a book and handed it to the patient on the bed: "This was found at the home of Lezhe Tang En. Some of his relics were taken into the crime department. Part of it was sent to relatives. The title page of this book read the words "Gift to Betring · Lee". It should be transferred to you according to the normal procedure, but was detained by Leo, if I had not accidentally worked in his office. It was found at the table that it was estimated that it had entered the shredder and garbage truck-did I tell you that the **** was best at being stubborn and ignoring the feelings of others? "

Li Biqing took the book, and behind the strange and icy word "Heart Demon" on the cover, the dark golden metal texture was cut open with a sharp blade, revealing half a cold and sensible face.

"Heartsick" is a suspicious detective novel that Leo once read on the sofa in his apartment. He wants to see its Chinese version, but he can't buy it here. He remembered mentioning Lei Zhe once when the Latino boy smiled indifferently and said casually, "I have a friend in Taiwan, and I asked him if he could send me a copy."

Unexpectedly, Lei Zhe even remembered this little thing.

What was even more unexpected was that until after his death, this belated book was brought to him with a certain meaning of belatedness.

Li Biqing looked at the smooth cover with a complex palm. After a moment, his voice was low and sincerely said to the female agent, "Thank you, Tia."

As if feeling the other's indescribable emotions, Tiya said goodbye very tenderly, and also printed a kiss on his left face before leaving.

Li Biqing sat on the bed, flipping the book quietly, his fingers sliding gently between the pages, as if touching the trembling on the apex of his heart. It wasn't until he turned to the last page that he grabbed it, and between the two pages, he found something bookmark-like—a crimson rose with a withered branch, and the thin petals that had dehydrated, still left before his death. A delicate and plump finish.

In the blank space below the page, there is a sketch drawn by hand with a pencil. The lines are simple but lifelike: the two closed doors are tightly wrapped with countless barbed vines, as if blocked by a dense net and cannot be opened. In the middle of the gate, those spiky canes tied a man with blood, and blood stains opened a gorgeous red rose on him.

There was a slight and familiar footstep in his ear. Li Biqing stroked the two lines of text under the sketch and asked without raising his head: "Do you recognize these words, what are they writing?"

"That's Latin." The black-haired federal agent stood by the bed and whispered, "'I have a demon in my heart, please turn it into a barbed rose vine and bind it forever.'"

Li Biqing looked up at him, and trembling tears burst into his eyes: "This is the book he gave me! It was his plea to me! Oh my god, if I could find it earlier ... earlier ..." he Choking, seems to be silent.

Leo stared down at him, his eyes soft and cold: "I want to tell you a real case. The FBI has hunted down a serial murderer. His biggest hobby is to make the victim's ribs into a wind chime and hang from the eaves. Next, a full 27 strings of wind chimes. When we were about to catch him along the trail, he disappeared suddenly, and soon sent us a letter saying that during the hunt he met the true goddess and they got married. For the girl she loves, he was willing to wash his hands and put down the butcher knife. What do you guess? "

"He's gone forever on your wanted order?" Li Biqing asked with a thick nose.

"No, a year and a half later, he returned to the rivers and lakes and was caught by us as soon as he found a new target. When I searched his hut on the edge of the desert, I saw the alarming string of eaves and corridors. Wind chimes-the number of wind chimes increased to 28 strings at that time, you know, whose rib was the last string? "

Li Biqing showed an incredible look: "... God, is his wife? The woman he loves?"

Leo did not deny it, and then said in a deep voice: "The most terrible thing about serial killers is not how and how many people are killed, but their purpose is to kill themselves. They are psychopaths and ignore the pain of others Feel, do not blame themselves for their crimes, have no response to the punishment they face, there is no guilt in their psychological constitution, only a never-ending desire.

Occasionally, in very special circumstances, they seem to feel that they have been saved and purified, and they have the idea of ​​being good, but that is only an illusion—morality and law. When these two iron chains that control the inner beast are cut off by them themselves , That roaring beast, no matter how many barbed thorns cannot be bound, even in the name of so-called 'love'! "

"Don't feel guilty, Bi Qing, this is not something you can do. Only God can save his soul." Leo pressed his hand heavily on the shoulder of the Chinese-born boy. "Remember, they are serial killers. There has been no retreat since the hands were stained with the blood of the first victim. "

"Yes ..." Li Biqing lowered his eyelids and murmured, "Since his hands were covered with the blood of the first victim, there is no way out." He looked up at Leo, his lips rising. A slight smile: "I don't need this book anymore, whatever you want to do."

"I will burn it as a demon's funeral, will you?" Leo asked.

Li Biqing nodded and crushed a withered rose in his palm.

(Rose punishment, end)

If you like to kill young people, please collect: (www.wuxiaspot.com) The latest updates in literature written by killing young people.