Sha Qing

Federal agents keenly caught the abnormal look on the nun's face, and the sense of crisis tempered by the profession sounded the alarm in his mind. He reflexively extended his hand to his back and held the handle of the spare hand / gun. When Emma bowed her head and kissed Debi's blond hair, he pulled out his gun and aimed at the other side.

The blade reflected bright light in the headlights. He knew that he had to act decisively, but the hostage's crying face strongly impacted his nerves, preventing his limbs from receiving rational instructions. At that moment, the picture in front of him coincided with the **** memory, and tension, anxiety and fear raged. Like a patient with myasthenia gravis, he doesn't even feel the presence of his fingers, and he can't drive it to pull the trigger ... He stunned for a second!

As the blade was about to fall, Emma screamed suddenly.

No one expected that the little girl in her arms was impatient because she realized that crying was ineffective, and she took out the usual tricks against her mother and sister-she lowered her head to bite the holder's arm, and the small and sharp baby teeth were embedded in Flesh and blood, eat like a young wolf and die.

Suddenly whipped by the sudden pain, Emma screamed and pulled the little attacker hard, instinctively trying to regain her arm.

Li Biqing released his finger and let the gun fall to the ground-no one found when he picked up the handle / gun that was resting on the ground. This little accident dispelled the idea of ​​his own shot, and he made another decision in an instant.

He flickered to the side of Federal Agent, holding his opponent's trembling elbow firmly in his right hand, and holding his stiff shoulder muscles with his left hand. Like a shooting instructor who patiently instructed beginners, his chest was warm and strong against the back of the opponent, and he whispered in his ear: "Shoot, Rio!"

The dark-haired detective's confused pupil narrowed sharply, and the voice in the dream blew in his head--

Shot, Leo.

shot. This time you will not miss because I am behind you.

The serial killer said, use my power, Leo, let us end this **** cycle.

The sound was like a huge torrent, which instantly broke the mental gate, and an irresistible force pushed his finger—

A blood flower puffed out from the nun's right arm, she screamed and covered the wound, and was pushed back to the ground by the impact. The radius and ulna were shattered by bullets, making the arms show a twisted and weird curvature, and the pain filled the nerves. She squeezed her body tightly into a ball of moaning / groaning, which seemed to reduce the physical pain.

Leo stared at the weapon in his hand, and the burning scent was still lingering. Even with the fire spitting and the sound of gunfire, he still couldn't believe he fired this shot so easily!

The mental nightmares that have plagued him for a long time, and the psychological barriers that are difficult to pass through, wrapped in tears and tore his emotional vortex, as if being crushed by this bullet at the same time!

He used to think it would be an extremely long and painful process to get rid of those things-in fact he was almost desperate, so he swallowed more and more pills with a self-defeating attitude, forcing himself to work with high-intensity work. Time to think.

Until this moment, this bullet turned around for five years, and finally pulled the deviated trajectory back successfully!

This time, he didn't miss—after that, he would never miss again.

Debi fell to the ground with a bun. She looked at the blood-stained nun and ran away in horror, but the thick darkness around her stopped her footsteps. The forest in the middle of the night was dark. Only the lights of the car illuminated a small area of ​​light. She looked at the tall figure of the dark-haired man in the backlight, and suddenly remembered that he was a policeman.

Believe in the police, adults always say that. She stretched out her young arm, eager to get a warm and safe shelter, and stumbled towards him.

Leo dropped his gun and knelt on the muddy ground covered with dead leaves. He hugged the little girl who rushed over, and buried his face in the other's fluffy, light golden curly hair.

No one knew he was in tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ..." The black-haired detective repeatedly said with a choked voice, pouring out guilt, self-blame, and apologies for five years. "Dai Bi, sorry ..."

The little girl couldn't understand the meaning of his words, but just clutched his neck nicely, and answered the learned etiquette words: "It doesn't matter."

"She has forgiven you," Li Biqing said softly beside him, "Rio, do you believe in samsara?"

"... reincarnation?"

"Yes. Five years ago, one life died and the other was born. Now, she has returned to you with the same looks and the same situation, and you have given her a new ending-she wants to use This way tells you that you got her forgiveness with your own efforts. "

Leo looked up in surprise, looking at the little girl's face, and asked suspiciously and expectantly: "Is that so, Debbie?"

The little girl looked at him unknownly. She remembered that the teacher had taught her and she should thank him for help, so she said quietly, "Thank you."

The federal agent hugged her again and said with tears: "No, Debbie, I should thank you ..."

The whistling siren sounded from a distance, and a large number of state and county police arrived and took over the scene. Control suspects, appease hostages, take pictures and collect evidence ... all aftercare work is carried out in an orderly manner.

Leo left the crowd and walked into a dark corner slightly farther. He needs some time to calm down and sort out his thoughts.

Everything that happened before was rolled like a film in his mind, and soon, he found something strange--

"Will you use a gun?" He asked the boy beside him.

The Chinese boy smiled, "How come, our country does not allow private guns. However, the field shooting clubs have participated in it."

"You just held my arm very professionally." The agent's dark blue eyes stared at him inquiringly.

"That's because your arm is shaking like a person who has never held a gun. In contrast, I'm more experienced." Li Biqing groaned calmly.

Leo smiled a little awkwardly. He remembered the dream that was amazingly consistent with reality, but didn't know how to mention it to the other party. How does he express it? Ask him "How can your words and actions be so similar to the murder suspect in my dreams?" No, it's so inexplicable that he hasn't gotten to such a degree of neurosis, and he has doubted each other with an absurd dream again and again.

Although there was something vaguely wrong, it was just some flashes of gossamer. He couldn't even explain why he felt this way—as if hiding a model behind this gentle and clean boy. Vague, untouchable shadow ...

Hell, how could he have such an idea! These unfounded doubts are like blasphemy against love.

When he decided to leave those messy doubts behind him, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

After Leo was connected, he hung up without saying a few words, and regretfully said to Li Biqing, "Sorry, my vacation is going to end up again."

"how?"

"Headquarters urgently told me to return to Washington D.C. immediately."

Li Biqing asked anxiously: "Most of the night, so urgent? What happened?"

"I didn't elaborate on the phone, just told me and Rob to go back first." Leo looked at the other person with little peace of mind. "This trip may not be convenient for me to bring you. You can change places to continue your vacation, or go back New York, I'll give you the keys to the apartment ... what do you plan to do? "

"... Too suddenly, I haven't figured it out yet." The boy answered honestly.

"Well, let's go back to the hotel first, and we will hand over the work to these state and county police."

Li Biqing followed him a few steps and asked, "Sister Emma's murder has not run away, Father Father Bai Yisi? Will he be sentenced?"

"It is difficult to say that when it comes to religious affairs, it will be a bit troublesome to handle, and his behavior has the old example to follow. A hundred years ago, many believers were proud that their dead bodies were placed in the church's catacombs." Tan The officer shrugged, "If the church intervenes in this case, the priest may scapegoat—it's just possible. But he must not be able to stay in this place, maybe he will be dismissed from the church cemetery to keep the tomb. "

"That's fine, I think the priest will like this new job." Li Biqing said.

The dark-haired detective hesitated for a moment, and finally said something out of mouth: "I am more concerned about another thing than this ... the guy didn't get involved this time! It's weird, you have to know the serial we have hunted for in recent years Eight of ten murderers were sprinted by him, making them wonder whether we had his eyeliner inside. I did n’t expect that this time there was no movement. I have to say that Sister Emma was lucky. Can go to court alive. "

"——You mean, kill young?"

"It's the wanton guy. It's been a whole month without a word, and without his news, I'm really a little accustomed to it."

"Maybe he's on vacation, too," Li Biqing laughed, with a slight mockery, "with his girlfriend. He has to enjoy the life of a normal person."

"--Maybe with her boyfriend." The black-haired detective added indifferently.

"What? You mean him ..." the other said in surprise.

"No," the detective immediately changed. "I'm just kidding."

Li Biqing glanced at him, his complex look flashed.

After returning to the hotel in Shuixia Town, the sky was already light. Neither of them had any sleepiness, and they ate some bread and coffee for breakfast.

Just after breakfast, Li Biqing's cell phone rang. He pulled out a telegraph and looked at Leo, a little embarrassed, "I'm going out to take a call."

"Jasmine's phone? Oh, you don't have to pick me up every time," his girlfriend's brother worked hard and joked, "I won't eavesdrop on your private conversation."

When the boy escaped quickly, Leo sharply saw his face flush.

He smiled and took a bite of the bitter coffee that had cooled down.

The other party returned shortly after, with a look of eager excitement on his face, and looked quite happy: "You know, Leo, Jasmine is coming back, just next month!"

"Next month?" Leo was a little surprised. "Don't you say you won't be back by the end of the year?"

"The work went better than expected, and she was going to take a vacation for herself and come back for half a month."

"Oh, good," Leo said with half joy and regret, his mood was as complicated as a cocktail with seventeen or eighty seasonings. "You can get together."

"She said that she planned to discuss the engagement with me." Li Biqing followed him calmly, as if analyzing the true emotions of the other person's heart through the subtle expression on her face, "Engagement! In our country, that means It's not too far from the day of marriage-is this the case with you? "

"Oh, it should be," Leo Hun replied unwillingly.

Li Biqing laughed and asked with a hint of bad intentions: "So, do you need a best man for this engagement? I hope you are not too busy working next month."

Leo tried to express his "willingness" expression: "It depends, if I'm free then."

He got up and returned to the room, packed his simple luggage, and greeted Li Biqing: "I just booked a ticket. I'm going to catch a plane. Can you go back to New York?"

"No problem, rest assured." The Chinese boy waved at him happily, "All the way-oh no, you are flying, all the way upwind!"

The federal agent hurried away without looking back, as if fleeing some kind of torture.

Li Biqing was left alone, looking at his back from the windowsill. "Next month ..." he murmured. "It's really time."

(Angel's Room · End)

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