When I saw the flower, I jerked off the couch and rushed into the kitchen to get a knife back at him. My face must have been fierce and menacing at this moment, and I felt my facial muscles twitch and tremble with anger. A shrill voice popped out of my mouth: "I'm looking for you, brother." ”

Mike put the roses on the table, waved his hand at me, and explained anxiously, "Calm down, Don, I didn't bring it!" This rose was on the couch in the first place, I just accidentally sat on it! He spread his palms out in front of me, signaling that he had no malice, and then tentatively approached me, but I knew he didn't need any weapons if he wanted to subdue me.

I stepped back step by step, trying to find his holes in the move, and he was clearly looking for mine as well, and we were in a stalemate in the slow movement.

"Calm down. I'm a police officer, okay? I'm here to help you. Mike said to me in a deep, calm voice. Put the knife down, now you are safe, relax, don't be too sensitive. But I saw his right hand slip down and reach for the pouch on the inside of his belt.

Knowing that I had no way out, I shouted at him in a wary voice, "Do you want to hurt me? Do you want to get a gun? "I want to remind him that he should adopt appropriate concessions, negotiate and negotiate tactics, after all, a police officer cannot use weapons and violence against a frightened citizen for no reason.

"No, no." He immediately raised his hand from his waist to his side, thought of a way to calm me, and then said, "Did he do anything that scared you?" You wouldn't be so nervous if it was just to send flowers, would you? You put the knife down and tell me what happened slowly, and then we'll grab him, okay? ”

My back was against the cold wall, and I couldn't retreat, and Mike was still approaching. I pointed the tip of my knife at his head, and I looked through the tip of the knife to his eyes, which were filled with a sincere gaze. I was silent for a while, and finally relented: "Okay, you can go back to the sofa now, sit down, and we can have a good talk." ”

He stepped back and sat down slowly until his legs touched the couch, his eyes fixed on me. "Now we can communicate calmly?" He asked, keeping his hand where I could see it, so that I could feel his sincerity,

I put down my arm, which had been raised for a while, and sat down as far away as he could be. "Yes." I spoke to him, "I'm a little too sensitive. "I admit that my hostility towards Mike is unusually great, not only because of my resentment towards the police, but also because of the fear of the police in my heart. But these are things I can't tell him. I bit my fingers and wondered how to tell the story, because it was so intricate and unbelievable that a normal person would hardly believe it.

"You're saying my room is filled with voyeur cameras?" I asked Mike Dow.

Mike nodded, "Yes, and that guy is very sophisticated, unless you've learned to touch these things like ours, it's hard to spot those hidden cameras." ”

"So who do you think would have the possibility of doing such a thing?" I asked.

He looked at me and replied, "That's up to you." He leaned over me, leaned his arms on his knees, and asked in a low voice, "Who do you think has this chance?" Installing a camera is not something that can be done in a moment. ”

Mr. Kun's face flashed through my mind. He looks sunny and handsome, and there is no half-perverted feeling in him, but what if there is a dirty and rotten heart hidden under such an appearance? I felt a faintly disgusting feeling when I thought of Ellie's dissected chest, her bloody limbs, and the fishy-smelling sheets.

Once doubts arise in the mind, they are as dazzling as the ink on a white piece of paper and spreads quickly.

All of Mr. Kun's eyes, expressions, and movements were played and reinterpreted in my mind, and I tried hard to put him on the perverted suitor. His concern, his invitation, his care, and all the deeds which he once thought to be kind and gentle now seem to have a deeper meaning. Nervousness and confusion gripped my heart at once, and I couldn't help but glance at the red roses that were resting on the table.

"Cameras and roses." Mike looked up around the room and flicked the rose with his hand: "Control and romance." I think the person you're talking about, if he really exists, should be highly educated and educated. I think he may still be a little arrogant and conceited, but he is not afraid of sin at all, and he doesn't care what you think of him. Michael's gaze returned to me, who was silent: "Don, if such a person is not arrested, sooner or later he will do something irreparable to you." ”

I looked up at Mike, pursed my lips subconsciously, and finally said something that I had been thinking about for a long time: "Actually...... I think my landlord, Mr. Kun, may be eligible to install a camera in my room. I'm not sure if it's him, though, because he doesn't look like that at all. ”

"I've caught a lot of criminals." Mike said to me, "Some of them look weak, some of them are very kind, and some of them are even big philanthropists...... But these do not prevent them from committing crimes. He said: "Don, sometimes when you look at people, you need to see through their hearts, and not stop at external things, which often blinds you. ”

I picked up the red wine on the table and took a big sip, but I didn't taste anything, I just felt very sour in my heart. I lost my lover, and the person who killed her wanted to be my lover, but I hated him deeply. Is it fair that I understand the pain of him asking for nothing, but he doesn't understand the pain of my gains and losses?

"You're quite right." I agreed with Mike, and I looked him in the eye and asked, "So if you take off your justice cop appearance, what will you look like on the inside?" ”

Mike looked at me calmly and did not answer the sentence.

The pain made my whole body full of aggression, I felt my mouth suddenly grow white fangs, the tips of the sharp teeth oozing deadly venom, I hissed like a poisonous snake at Mike and spat a dark letter: "Since you suspect that I am connected to the drug dealers, you don't have to come to see me alone." It's not just about turning on the signal jammer and sitting here and chatting with me. My pupils suddenly contracted violently, as I figured something out at this moment: "No, you're not here to help me, and certainly not to protect me......"

"But it won't hurt you." Mike took over my words in a categorical tone: "I admit that I don't want the drug trafficking organization to fall into the hands of the police prematurely, but it has nothing to do with you - besides, you seem to be in serious trouble right now." He said to me, "In that case, why don't we help each other?" ”

"Because I can't provide you with what you want." I wasn't disappointed or happy that a cop wasn't just right, but I said lukewarmly, "Ellie didn't tell me anything about drugs. ”

"Where is she?" Mike looked at me and asked suddenly.

"In my heart, in my blood, in my flesh." I answered his question sincerely: "I don't have any other answers. "But he didn't seem to believe what I was saying, and he thought I was deliberately withholding the clues I knew.

"If you insist on saying that, then they will literally cut open your heart, drink your blood, eat your flesh, and find Elena hidden inside." Mike sternly warned me, "They're going to do it to you, because it's not the first time they've done this." There's no way you can keep Ellie safe, and Don, there's no way you can even keep yourself safe. ”

His bitter words almost touched me, and I asked, "Why are they chasing Ellie?" ”

Mike was silent for a few seconds after hearing this question, and he looked at me like a confused and stupid child.