When I crossed the mountain, the mountain did not speak.

When I pass by the sea, the sea does not answer.

At two o'clock in the afternoon of May 1, when Baker and his two sisters stepped out of the airport, the atmosphere of the whole New York City changed in an instant with the countless radio waves waiting at the airport and the sky full of carrier pigeons.

Meantime.

And a pinned post on the InterContinental forum!

"I'm back, talking, talking, hands-on, trying, see if I change my personality because of my identity – Baker Morton (Jairo Moulton!) ）”

No doubt.

This is a provocation.

And also a provocation to the dark side of New York as a whole.

But......

If it were someone else, the whole dark side would be completely turned upside down, and the worst would be attached to this post with various provocative messages.

But under Baker's post, from the time he boarded the plane to the entire two hours he got off the plane, let alone turn the sky upside down, no one dared to leave a message below.

In the past nine years, Baker's continuous operation has undoubtedly been successful.

They don't dare to bet.

It's easy to move, but if it fails, it's not just his business, but the whole family behind him.

In the face of such a ruthless person who kills people without counting, and says that he will destroy the door, who dares to do it without full certainty?

"Brush Lala!"

"Thin Lala!"

Walking out of the airport, Baker smiled, pointed to Erin, who was only carrying a small duffel bag, and pointed to the three groups of people who were scattering the birds not far away, and said, "Look, those people run away, they don't look like dogs!" ”

Erin didn't speak a little frightened, from the time she came out just now, she didn't react, if these people were really those people, then, when they did it, Erin felt that she couldn't react at all.

Really......

New York, Big Apple!

Not far away.

Richard Casor and Alexis got out of the car they had been waiting for a long time and walked towards Baker: "God, my friend, you are finally willing to come back. ”

Baker hugged a smiling Richard: "Didn't there be a murder in New York today?" ”

Richard let go of the hug and looked at Baker.

Baker said: "Even if I am in Chicago, I have heard that the well-known crime master Richard Casor has found his muse, New York Police Department Crime Inspector Kate Beckett!" ”

Richard didn't answer anything, laughing.

Baker didn't follow any further questions, and after introducing his two sisters to Richard, he got into the car.

Co-pilot.

Baker said to Richard, "Drop me off at the intersection of Bate Street, and I'll go do something." ”

Richard asked, "Need help?" ”

Baker shook his head: "No, you can just send them back to apartment 820, Barbara will wait at the apartment and eat together in the evening?" ”

Richard smiled, "You have a treat?" ”

Baker shrugged: "If you bring that muse of yours, then I'll treat you." ”

Richard continued to laugh awkwardly.

An hour later.

Baker got out of the car on Bate Street in Lower Manhattan, and as far as the eye could see, New York was still the same New York, and there were still so many pedestrians on the road.

Walk out of an alleyway.

Baker has changed into the appearance of Jairo Moulton, and his identity is exposed, but, on the surface, Baker Morton is a law-abiding citizen, and it is not scientific at all to say that he is Hairo Moulton who kills people based on a content that has no origin and no evidence.

Besides.

From the beginning, Baker used the second identity of Jairo Moulton, and his intention to separate wet and dry was far beyond hiding his true identity.

The dark world, he was exposed, there was something, and Baker didn't mind killing to stop killing.

As for the ordinary world?

What if you know, is there any evidence? Can he be condemned?

It's as simple as that.

So.

The revelation of his identity did not affect how often Baker used Harrow Moulton.

Soon.

Apartment at 25 Bate Street.

An ordinary seven-story apartment with an orange exterior and a church nearby, which fits Josie's location well.

Baker pushed open the door of the apartment as usual, walked in, and when he walked up the stairs to the sixth floor, he smelled a not-so-pleasant smell.

The smell of blood.

Seventh floor.

No. 0703.

Baker walked straight through the wall into the apartment, and then walked into the bedroom with his hands in his pockets and a blank face.

into the eyes.

A beautiful woman with blonde hair and red fruit lay quietly on the bed, as if she was asleep, her left hand hanging down, and a large pool of blood already showed signs of coagulation.

Josie Michael.

Baker approached, staring at Josie, who was pale and bloodless on the bed, but as quiet as a sleeping beauty, and frowned slightly.

Do golden cicadas shed their shells?

Baker's gaze looked around, and after a moment, his gaze fixed on the pressed paper on a desk not far away.

Taken.

Baker looked.

"Baker.

Do you remember when we were 12 years old, I told you about the dream that I wanted to open a flower shop and then we would be together forever......

None of this seems possible now.

You've changed.

I've changed too.

But no matter what you think of me, Serra, I wasn't born for anyone else, it's just that I love you and I want to have a baby with you, that's all.

You say why I didn't choose to tell you.

I admit that I have my own ideas.

But ......"

"Woo-ra!"

Seeing this, Baker directly crumpled the paper in his hand into a ball with an expressionless face, and with a hard pinch of his right hand, it instantly turned into powder and drifted from his palm.

Man.

It's cheap!

It seems that you don't know the confession until the last moment, but is the final confession a sincere confession or a dying struggle?

If you dare to do it, then, show the courage to take the consequences.

Baker looked at Josie on the bed expressionlessly, thought to himself, found a sheet from the cabinet next to him and covered the dead Josie, and then took out the phone from his arms.

An hour later.

Barbara, who was wearing white gloves, lifted the sheets and glanced at Josie, who was sleeping quietly like a sleeping princess, frowned, and put the sheets down again.

Barbara turned to look at Baker, "What's going on?" ”

Baker shrugged: "Obviously, she's dead. ”

"You killed it?"

“……”

Baker looked at Barbara, the difference between her killing and suicide, can't you even see it as a senior agent of the S.H.I.E.L.D. New York Operations Command Center?

Or are you teasing me here?

Baker thought so, his expression was indifferent: "If I do it, her death will not be so unsightly, a good-looking choice, I have already given it to her before." ”

Barbara nodded, "That's right, but didn't she leave anything behind?" ”

Baker didn't hide it either: "Left a letter. ”

"What about faith?"

"Look around you, see if you see white powder, that's it."

“……”