"Luo Lang" stared at her and did not speak.

In Jian Yao's heart, there seemed to be many fiery threads burning at the same time. Yes, yes, he has the face of Lorlang, he has the eyes of Lorraine. But his smoking posture was completely different from Luo Lang's, and the light in his eyes was too cunning. Since the Butterfly Killer and the Mask Killer are two completely different portraits, it is completely impossible for them to be the same person.

It could not be the same ...... more accurately Personality.

Bo Jinyan's question about Mask Killer No. 3 to Wen Rong on the small building confirmed this sentence when I think about it at this moment!

What secrets is "he" hiding, he asks?

What makes "him" so cowardly and so crazy?

Why is "he" the enemy of the whole world, and why can he never find himself?

What is it that has imprisoned "his" soul for a long time?

What makes him so hard to find moving, to pursue feelings, to pursue himself?

……

Because, "he" is not a complete person at all, he is Luo Lang's second personality! He was born crippled! He also experienced the case of the destruction of the Jane family, was overwhelmed by the huge moral shackles, suffered severe psychological trauma, and became psychopathic ever since. It's just that unlike Luo Lang who became the "punisher", he became a notorious killer. The cases he committed in the United States were the time when Luo Lang was studying and working in the United States! It is more likely that this personality was born because of Jane's murder case. Because he couldn't bear the huge psychological pressure, Luo Lang split into two personalities. One of them, saddled with all the moral shackles, while the other, freed from all the moral shackles, began a life of crazy killers who did whatever they wanted......

Jian Yao was deeply shocked by the speculation in her heart, but her intuition told her that this might really be all the life and truth of the man in front of her. She also realized that if it was really Luo Lang, she might still have a chance to live. However, the real mask killer, he has completely lost his conscience and feeling of being a human being, and he will never let her go.

Jian Yao raised her eyes and stared at him, as if she wanted to see his heart. And he turned out to be extremely smart, as if he had noticed something, and as if he finally had no patience to hide it anymore. The corners of his lips suddenly hooked, and he smiled: "It is worthy of being a woman who has been hanging for half her life." It only took a few minutes to see through the play I played for you. You're so smart. ”

Although there were inferences, hearing him admit it himself, Jian Yao's heart still couldn't stop trembling.

So, it's really a dual personality.

The first personality, the butterfly killer.

The second personality, the mask killer.

The two personalities alternate and even become enemies of each other, one killing for good and banishing for evil. Therefore, after Luo Lang fell off the cliff and was seriously injured, he did not appear for a long time, and only the mask killers No. 1 and No. 2 fought alone. all, the heroine of the final "Love in a Fallen City" directed by him will be Jian Yao.

He poked out his cigarette butt and said, "Jenny, it's nice to meet you, I'm Derrick." ”

Jian Yao was speechless. Really, it's a completely different temperament from Luo Lang.

Derrick walked up to her, who was a head taller than her, looked down at her, and then spat on her face. Jian Yao frowned and avoided. Derrick was thoughtful, his eyes were as black as ink, and he said, "A unique woman indeed." ”

Jian Yao asked coldly, "Derrick, where is Luo Lang?" ”

Derrick was silent for a moment, then replied, "Hasn't he already been killed by you?" From the moment you refuse to forgive him, he is dead in this body. I'm the only one left. ”

In the cabin, it was quiet. Because of the fast drive, the hull of the ship has been undulating with the waves. The light shone silently on the two of them.

Derrick turned his face away and smoked slowly. Jian Yao sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers digging into the edge of the wooden bed.

A long-buried doubt suddenly flashed through Jian Yao's mind like lightning, and she asked: "Before the cosplay murder, I received a text message telling me to never go to the animation park. That text message, was it sent by Luo Lang? ”

"Hmm." Derrick replied with a cigarette in his mouth, "He sensed something, but he didn't know. ”

Jian Yao was silent for a while and asked, "Derrick, what do you want from me?" ”

Derrick poked out the cigarette butt, stared in the direction of the hatch, and replied, "I'm going to live with you instead of him." He took one of her hands, rubbed her fingers in the palm of his hand, and said, "Jenny, I want you." The woman whom the detective and the butterfly killer love at the same time fascinates me just thinking about it. I couldn't resist. ”

Jian Yao didn't move, and she didn't immediately resist and withdrew her hand, because she knew that she was not his opponent at all. She looked at his side face in the lamp, stubborn and angular. belongs to the depth of a man, the same as Luo Lang, but the lips are slightly pursed, and there is a little more willfulness.

He stood up and replied, "Sleep well, and I'll call you when it's time." He walked to the hatch, stopped again, and said, "I will be good to you, and I will not lose to any man." ”

He locked the hatch from the outside.

——

Bo Jinyan stood on the pier.

The rain was pouring down, drenching his whole body. But he stood quietly, like a black, lonely tree. Those dark and clear eyes stared at the direction of the explosion on the mountain.

There was a chaotic world in front of us. Many people are rushing out of the town, there are police, there are civilians, there are bandits. The police caught the bandits and protected the civilians. All on the way to escape this world that is about to collapse. With his naked eye, he could even see in the distance a torrent of beasts rolling down the mountains, engulfing houses and trees.

Behind him, police boats had arrived, filling the dock to the brim. Some ships are departing, detaining the heads of criminals or transporting wounded civilians to the nearest hospital. More people are getting on board.

He stood at the boundary between land and water, facing a choice.

The night is vast and crowded. Should he return to the mountains and look for Jian Yao at every potentially lethal location, or should he turn around and search along the escape waterway?

Bo Jinyan closed his eyes. Forcing himself to empty his brain of all distractions and tumbling emotions, only the outline of the killer and Jian Yao's appearance appeared in his mind.

He is not lurking in the hands of the Buddha. In that year, he must have played another role.

He single-handedly planned the American case and the Fu Zi case.

He longs for love, desperate, intense and sincere love. He, or his companion, deduces a period of love and life that has left his homeland, life and death.

Even Wen Rong and Qiu Bijin are like this.

Now that everyone is dead, he detonates all the arms left behind by the Buddha's hand, causing an unprecedented landslide, so that the prophesied catastrophe finally appears, destroying the entire Buddha's Hand organization, and even enough to destroy the entire city.

And then he's now in ......

Bo Jinyan opened his eyes.

No, he won't stay here now, and neither will Jian Yao. He wouldn't let Jian Yao die in chaos and no one knows. That doesn't make any sense, and it doesn't bring any pleasure.

He'll take her away.

Imagine that when an explosion occurs, the entire sky is dyed blood-red. The war is in chaos, and the mourning is everywhere. He is the only one who takes the woman away. When he looked back on the ship, everything was in the background. This has created a real love in the city. A lonely, displaced, and alluring love that is the enemy of the whole world opens today. He couldn't resist that he himself would become the hero of the story, and Jian Yao would become the new replacement. And he also used it to escape, cunning and arrogant.

The main piers around the town have been taken under police control. But there must have been a hidden waterway on the back or in the mountains, which allowed him to escape by boat. Just ask the old local residents and you'll be able to find out.

Bo Jinyan's chest ached faintly, and he turned to the commander of the armed police and said, "Give me a boat immediately!" I'm going to save my wife! (To be continued.) )