For the first time, Marcy recognized who the abducted person was. For half a day this night, her mind kept flashing photos and information of this young old lady all the time. And the guy who held this face tightly in her arms like the lover of the Ninth World, she didn't know him, but she easily deduced the identity of the other party.

"That's good." She cursed in her heart. Hurry up and hurry, but in the end it was a step too late.

While Marcy was looking at the wolf, the wolf was also looking at the uninvited guest who popped out of nowhere. He gripped Emily's throat with one hand, stared at Marcy coldly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Look, look!" He laughed loudly and moved his head from Emily's side of her face to the side of her face like a kitten hiding behind a curtain, "We've got a new friend - who is it?" ”

He squinted at Emily, who was next to him, as if he was about to stick out his tongue in the next moment. Lick the light makeup off her face.

"Who is it?" He asked in a babbling voice, and the fingers that clasped the old man's neck slowly forced, "Who is it?!" ”

The fiery exhalation turned to white smoke, and the wolf's fangs had become sharp and hideous as the bright red tongue licked back and forth. Looking at this appearance, it seems that the evil wolf still thinks that this is some trick done by his cunning and scheming aunt.

"I ...... Didn't know her. The old dean's eyes were wide, and you could tell that she seemed to be frightened, but she was able to control herself. And the wolf just smiled. He didn't believe the liar's words at all, not a word.

"Stop!" Marcy shouted at this point, and then her sharp gaze suddenly calmed again, "Let go of her, wolf." The game is over. ”

"You know me?"

"A friend told me. A friend that you and I both know. ”

"Ah......" suddenly raised his eyebrows, and the wolf's claws loosened slightly, "Is it our dear Mr. Detective?" ”

“……”

"Looks like I'm still underestimating him a little. He is a well-thought-out and qualified detective. The wolf licked his lips, "Tell me your name, beautiful young lady." ”

"Marcy." Marcy said slowly, as if she was doing something very, very dangerous, and her voice was more careful and gentle than grooming a kitten, "Detective Marcy, the murder team of the downtown police headquarters. ”

"Oh." The corners of the wolf's mouth twitched, "Detective, the Central Bureau, the murder team." It's scary. ”

"Maybe not as scary as you think."

"Maybe it's not as reliable as I thought it would be." The wolf's face turned cold, as white as frozen cheese, "What are you doing here, detective?" ”

"I'll save you." Marcy said.

The wolf shook his head. "Then you're late," he said, "eighteen years late." ”

"You're right." Contrary to the wolf's expectations, Marcy did not deny his words, but stared at his eyes seriously, slowly straightened his body, straightened his waist, slowly inserted the gun in his hand back into the holster behind his waist, carefully spread his hands, and made a harmless gesture, "For us, for the police, it is indeed too late, too late, too much that we could have unsalvaged." This is our rereliction of duty...... But, for you - it's not too late for you. ”

Marcy said, pausing. She exhaled softly and looked at the wolf, who just stared at her without saying a word or in silence.

"I know your story." Marcy continued to whisper, "I know that you were once a child of this orphanage, I know that you once longed for a home, a family that can accept you, a father and mother who can love you and love you, and I know that because of the corrupt gangsters and the high-ranking people of the hospital, you have not been able to know what it is like in the end...... What kind of warmth is it? I know that hurts you. ”

"And anger."

"Of course, of course...... And anger. Marcy nodded slightly, her eyes never leaving the wolf's eyes, "So you want revenge, you want to destroy the industrial chain of Belvedere that has killed many innocent children—innocent children like you." So you killed Gerald, then you killed his boss, Jules, who was the head of the gang, and now you want to kill Dean Emily. After all these organizers died, the entire line collapsed completely. ”

"And you're trying to stop me now?" The wolf smiled sinisterly. Then he saw Marcy shake her head slowly, earnestly.

"I don't want to stop you." Marcy said, not joking at all, "I want to help you...... I want to save you. ”

"Help me?" The wolf tilted his head and squinted at Marcy, like a boy hiding with his fingers, "Help me?" ”

"You still have salvation, my friend. You can also go back if you want. Marcy said, speaking a little faster, "The people you're killing now — Gerald, Jules — they're gangsters, they're already saddled with crimes, they're in debt, they're going to pay the price. By the time they took that path, their fate was already predestined. Somebody dressed in black and with a scythe will go under their bed and play a screaming trick, and even if you don't go to them, someone will always do the same thing as you, and it's probably us cops...... No, you don't need to be scared to kill them, they're all meant to die. Trust me, you will get a fair treatment, you will get a just trial. ”

Marcy paused, then pointed a finger at Dean Emily in the crook of the wolf's arm.

"But—" said Marcy, "you don't have to kill her. You don't have to kill her yourself, you have to let your hands get blood again. Trust me, give her to me, I will give her a deserved ending, and I will make her pay the price she deserves...... I will use her as a tool to fulfill your wishes and completely destroy the criminal chain of child trade in Belvedere. ”

Marcy finished her last word, and silence enveloped the spacious room. Emily's office windows were opened, and a gust of wind blew into the office, blowing Marcy's hair, blowing the magazine on the desk that the wolf had just read, and flipping a few pages to the back.

The wolf closed his eyes in the wind and took a deep breath, then opened his mouth and exhaled slowly. He opened his eyes again and looked at Marcy, the corners of his mouth showing a quiet arc. He shook his head slightly.

"It's too late, detective." "It's too late," he said. ”

"Listen to me......" Marcy was a little anxious, but was interrupted by the wolf raising his hand.

"You don't understand, detective." "I'm grateful for what you've said today, and I'd like to believe that you're finally able to keep your promise and do everything you say you want to do," he said. You're a real cop, but you're missing the point. ”

"What's the key?"

"It's — my game." The wolf paused word by word, and as he spoke, his right hand reached into his arms, "This is my revenge...... My sins. ”

Marcy watched the wolf's movements. She saw that he pulled his hand out unhurriedly, unhurriedly, and there was an extra little red gadget in his hand. She knew it, she'd seen it many times, she knew it well—it was a detonator.

Without any hesitation, Marcy instantly pulled out the pistol behind his waist and aimed it at the wolf.

"Put it down." She gasped and said quickly, her eyes widened, her pupils narrowed, and her whole spirit suddenly tightened to an extreme.

"Mr. Jules, and Mr. Gerald," Ignoring Marcy, the wolf continued to speak to himself, as if all he had in his hand was an insignificant lollipop, "they will die because of their sins—as you say, to pay for what they do, just as you and I, like everyone in this world damned, every single one will pay for what they have done—I will pay for what they have done." ”

"I told you, you still have ......"

Seeing the eagerness and anxiety in Marcy's eyes, who was trying to keep her composure, the wolf shook his head and raised his hand to interrupt her. "I said, it's too late." He said, "Tell me, detective — killing in the name of justice doesn't have to bear the guilt?" He grinned, "There will always be a price, sooner or later." ”

“……”

"It's my obsession, detective. I've lived for this reason so that I can have this opportunity to end all of this with my own hands today. The wolf said, squeezing the left arm that locked the neck of the hospitalist—the old dean's glasses had fallen off, his head was red from congestion, and his eyes were round, but he couldn't make any sound—and then stretched out his right hand holding the detonator, and shook it threateningly at Marcy, his eyes cold, "Let's go, get out of here." Otherwise, soon, you'll be buried with us demons. You don't want that, do you? I don't want to be — so, listen to me, go. ”

"Wolf ......"

"Get out!!"

"Knock-"

Marcy didn't show any intention of leaving, and the wolf suddenly yelled and roared at her like a sour-faced earth dog. But he had barely had time to roar a single word when a strange knock on the door suddenly interrupted him—a soak of liquid nitrogen in the room's simmering and imminent eruption of the room, which was pouring liquid nitrogen on the wolf's face.

The wolf and Marcy turned their heads at the same time and looked at the man who had appeared at the door of the office at some unknown point, with different expressions on their faces. The wolf was surprised and confused, and a little gloomy, while Marcy was relieved to put down her muscular arms with a pistol and breathe a sigh of relief.

Then she saw the man's gaze fall on the office door.