Boom!

The car door was shut, and Walter's face was very bad, and he stared at James in the rearview mirror, "Why is his face swollen?!"

James in the back seat, the tape went back to his mouth, and when Wandall saw Walter coming back, he pasted it back again! James was even more sure that this Walter had a way to contain the filmmaker.

"He wants to run!" said Vandall, innocent and excited, "but I remember your request! I didn't do anything to him! I just told him not to run!" James' eyebrows were already fit for three cards.

Walter turned around, stared at James with a complicated look, was silent and didn't say anything, then turned back, took out a vial and threw it to Vandall, "Drink." ”

Wandel was very excited, and flipped the vial up and down, "Chapman, you are happy! After I drink it, you must obediently follow the plan, otherwise, I will kill your whole family!"

In the rearview mirror, James could clearly see that Wandel's face was distorted, but Chapman did not show up after all. Wandel smiled with satisfaction, unscrewed the lid, and as soon as he took a sip, his face immediately became tangled, "This thing stinks! Walter! This thing stinks! Is it really drunk?"

"Shut up, drink it!" Walter had already inserted the key back in, activated, and began to steer with the steering wheel in hand.

The scenery from the front window begins to rotate and change. James had already made out the point, and now the direction they were traveling, and with the 'talk to himself' that Wandall had just said, James had identified their target—Chapman's home.

"Drink it up!" Vandall dropped the vial. Frowning, "Is it working?" he raised his arm and sniffed as he leaned over his own. The clothes he passed on were Walter. Obvious ill-fitting. Chapman has a tall, sturdy body, and Walter is just an ordinary middle-aged man.

The taut shirt cracked and blood was pouring from the bandage at the cuffs, apparently a lace there. But even James found out, and the previously pungent drugs and masking the rancid stench beneath them were gone.

"Don't move! it works!" Walter didn't know if he was distressed about his clothes or what, and his tone was very bad, "Let Chapman out!

"Now?" said Wandel, reluctantly. "It's here. ”

Walter frowned and did not speak. He was waiting for the other party to carry out the order.

"Okay. Vendel nodded helplessly, "Do you need me to tie him up......"

"Shut up! I'm going to talk to Chapman!" Walter glared at Vandall.

Wandel sighed aggrievedly and closed his eyes.

There are no distorted facial expressions, and no traces of struggle. When the eyes are opened again. Chapman returned, and his face finally had an expression that matched his identity, tired and stern.

The first thing the officer did after regaining control of his body was to turn around and look at James.

Chapman's face was guilty, "Detective Lance, I ......" he reached out to tear the tape off James' mouth.

James's body tilted, dodging Chapman's hand and glaring at him.

"What are you doing!" Walter yelled, frowning. "Don't do anything you'll regret!" Acting with Zach to make him feel like an idiot. Walter yelled at Chapman, "Are you sick? Do you think that guy can accept you as you are?" You're a schizophrenic lunatic!"

The corners of Chapman's eyes drooped, the sorrow on his face could not be concealed, and the hand reaching for James stopped in the air and trembled slightly.

"Sit down!" Walter continued, "don't think about any nonsense! I'll release the detective when I'm done, and now you tell me what you're going to do!"

Chapman took one last look at James and took a deep breath. Shaking his head, he slowly withdrew his hand. Lean back in your seat. Calmly began to say, "I will go in, and then after meeting my wife and son, I will say goodbye, and then come out." ”

James frowned, what was he talking about?

"Good. Walter's gaze quickly swept over the rearview mirror, and James's expression changed exactly as Zach had speculated! Walter tugged at the corners of his mouth, pushing the vampire's obnoxious face out of his mind, "What are you going to say?"

"I ......," Chapman's eyes seemed to close in the sand, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were pulled, "I would say that I am in danger and that I need to get out of Barton City." For example, if someone asks......"

James shifted his body as Chapman turned his head sideways in the rearview mirror, and James lost the image of the man in the mirror.

Behind his intermittent breathing, James had moved to the side of the back seat, and only Chapman's face against the window appeared in the rearview mirror.

"If anyone asks......" his voice became low and trembling, "he replied that he had not seen me. ”

Walter was gloomy, "Stop! Don't rub tears and snot into my car!" Walter's voice suddenly raised, "Detective!"

"Detective Reims!" Walter looked in the rearview mirror at James who was staring at Chapman, and according to the vampire, now was the time to give the 'thrust'. At this time, James began to fully realize that Chapman, who should have died a long time ago, was still alive with a human being.

"You hear me!" there was a hint of irritation in Walter's eyes, the feeling of being remotely controlled by a vampire was not good, "this madman is just saying goodbye to his family!

Under James's frowning brow, his eyes moved away from Chapman, whose whole body was twitching slightly, to Walter who was looking at him in the rearview mirror.

"I don't care what you think of the situation. Walter's irritability was even heavier, and he now had a frustration that he knew he had been deceived, but he couldn't pierce it, "But this guy in front of you is going to die! Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? I don't know, but it's going to happen! You don't want to ruin this crazy guy's chance to say goodbye to his family at the end!"

James's pupils constricted slightly, and he almost forgot that Chapman was going to die. Real death.

"When he finishes saying goodbye. He's going to get out of here, out of Barton! I'll let you go!" Walter looked ahead at the road, crossing the Liszt district. After entering Back Bay, further south, [Back Bay Community College] (the evening school that Madison would go to, Volume VII) has already appeared in an outline.

This is already the boundary of Back Bay, and further south, after a buffer of middle-class to low-class neighborhoods, you will enter Paising.

Chapman's home is in this buffer zone.

Walter continued. "You can follow him, whatever you want! But I want you to remember one thing. When the goodbye is over, he'll turn back into that evil guy! I don't want to have anything to do with that guy anymore! It's your business what you want to do, don't get involved with me again, how about it?"

Look in the rearview mirror. It was found that James's gaze was back to Chapman, and he was not listening to himself at all. Walter shook his head, he was too lazy to care, anyway, what he said was not sincere, and the rest of the matter was already Zack's trouble!

Chapman's body stopped twitching, and he turned around again, and James didn't have the heart to listen to Walter's words, just because he didn't hear it. Chapman's red eyes swept over his sleeves as he looked at James. He seemed a little anxious, "Lan, Police." Find. ”

His voice didn't seem to have recovered from his choked throat, with an eerie pause. He took a deep breath, calmed his feelings, and looked at James who was frowning seriously, "Don't follow me, I'm dangerous." Listen to me. He reached out and pressed James' leg. "I know you must think I'm sick and crazy......"

James's face began to flush with suffocation. Chapman's whole body stiffened unconsciously when he touched him. It's nothing hard to understand, James doesn't know how to deal with the person in front of him, the filmmaker, the colleague who has done something unworthy, the person who is dying, the person who has the slightest chance to start over?

Chapman felt James's stiffness, his broad palm raised, and he slowly clenched his fist, Yan Sù's face showed a hint of disgust that even he hated.

"I'm a madman!" Chapman glared at James, "I'll kill you if you follow me!"

James closed his eyes tightly, he began to shake his head, his body began to struggle, and his taped mouth began to writhe. He wants to turn things around, and he has a way to pull back Chapman, who is already away from the road

Because he understood, understood what Chapman meant. The reason for not letting him follow is to protect James from being used by the filmmakers, not to reveal today's events, to complete what he should have done last night, to die in the line of duty, and to let the family get insurance.

Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, his body will be found, and the time of death, James will not suspect, will match the time of the shooting last night. The medicines that are now wrapped in gauze will only delay this time a little bit, and those fatal injuries that really cause death will not heal because of the possession of the shadow man and these medicines.

"You know what I want! Everyone in the police department should know what I want!" Chapman glared at James, a threatening look on his face, "If you ruin this qiē, I'll ruin you!"

There was a hint of sadness on James's face, and Chapman's actions were not rigorous. In police stations, detectives always say that the suspect with the most obvious motive is usually innocent, because the motive is so obvious that committing a crime is stupid.

Chapman fits this point, not only is his motive too obvious, but he doesn't even hide his actions. He took full advantage of the Patton Police Department's impression of the gangsters. Those in the South-East are the easiest rakes to shift responsibility. If you want something big to be small, push it to them, they won't resist, and they won't involve any chain of interests!

If Chapman needed a scapegoat to get insurance against the charge of killing him. Those gangsters in the southeast that no one loves, are the most suitable people!

Explain to all the citizens of Barton that the police officers committed suicide for the sake of insurance, and it was still as Chapman wanted. This decision was too easy to make.

"Hell!" Walter's voice abruptly interrupted the real 'threat' in the car.

James's gaze swept to the front window.

Damn it!

Curson stood on the front porch of Chapman's house and rang the doorbell. (To be continued)