love brother

"What has he been doing lately?"

"In addition to working as usual, he has dated three women in a week, with an average of 2 hours each. On the whole, I think he should be on a blind date."

I tossed the boxing gloves to the subordinates at the side, grabbed the report from De Cario's hand, and looked at it carefully.

Three unmarried girls with good looks and family background had afternoon tea with Ryan in three afternoons.

I clutched those pieces of paper tightly: "He's not on a blind date, he's just picking a fiancée!"

I don't know if his sudden search for a candidate for remarriage has something to do with me. The timing is too coincidental, as if he did it specially to show me to make me give up, and it was carried out in Kemersia Manor with such a big fanfare.

De Cario put his hands in his trouser pockets and asked me, "What are you going to do?"

I tossed the crumpled paper back to him: "Let him know that I'm not someone who gives up easily."

"Good luck, bro!"

That afternoon, I went again to the Kemersia estate, and to my surprise it didn't turn me away this time.

The huge iron door opened slowly in front of me, and what passed my car was a fiery red Ford car. I paid special attention to the young girl sitting in the back seat, it was the three of Ryan. Pick one, obviously they just finished a routine date today.

After getting off the car, the housekeeper respectfully guided me to the study and told me that Ryan would be there soon.

I looked around at the furnishings in the study. As before, there were countless butterfly specimens and sketches about butterflies.

When I turned to the desk, I swear I didn't mean to, but it still showed me the half-closed files on his desk—the latest developments in the Ripper case.

But before I could take a closer look, the elder brother who made me obsessed and distressed appeared.

"Didn't anyone tell you it was rude?"

The embarrassment of being smashed on the spot made me a little embarrassed, I turned around, and Ryan was standing at the door, looking at this side with a calm face.

"Now I know." I shrugged and sat down on the sofa facing the desk.

He walked to the desk and sat down, probably because he was at home. He only wore a vest over his white shirt. He looked handsome and casual. Coupled with his ascetic beauty, people wanted to push him down and tear him apart. The obstructing clothes reveal his beautiful body...

Damn, I seem a little too excited.

I straightened my sitting posture calmly, coughed dryly and said, "The serial murderer seems to have stopped committing crimes recently, brother, you set a one-month deadline for them to solve the case, and it's almost here now, haven't they found the murderer yet? "

Ryan's metal-colored eyes stared at me without any emotion. He knew that I was not telling the truth. This was not the real purpose of my coming. Follow my words.

"Although there is no evidence yet, there are already suspects."

I nodded and suddenly asked, "Are you going to remarry?"

I admit that I was very impatient, and I should at least ask him in a roundabout way, but I actually asked it so directly and without concealment, I must have a negative IQ in front of him.

Ryan wasn't surprised by my sudden turn of the question, but answered me slowly, concisely.

"No."

I frowned: "But you've been dating three different women recently, and I saw one leave just now."

I didn't mind exposing the fact that he was being watched because I thought he should know.

Sure enough, he didn't tangled up in this matter. He just thought about it for a while and asked me: "So what? Who do I eat with, date with, and what does it have to do with you?"

I gritted my teeth, feeling a little depressed with nowhere to vent.When he spoke to me in such a contemptuous manner, there was nothing I could do, not even a reason to question.Because I am neither his lover nor his relative.

I sighed: "Brother, don't provoke me on purpose. If you remarry, I will kill the woman you want to marry, I swear."

Hearing this, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the fingers that had been pointing at the table stopped moving, which was a sign of his anger.

"Have you been beaten for a while, haven't you learned how to behave?"

How could he think that beating me up would make me forget him?

"You can keep hitting me, breaking my legs, breaking my hands, until I can't walk up to you, touch you, but I'll never stop loving you."

He chuckled: "This threat is really terrifying."

I was a little annoyed: "You clearly know that I didn't mean that."

While we were arguing, there were two regular knocks on the door, and then the butler's voice came through the door.

"Excuse me, sir. Inspector Dubov has just arrived. Would you like him to wait in the reception room for a while?"

Ryan didn't even look at me, and said directly: "No, let him come here now, Mr. Lombardi and I have nothing to say."

Sometimes I really do not understand his mind, no, it should be said that I have never understood.I'm like a little toy in his palm. When he thinks of it, he winds me up a few times. Most of the time, I'm forgotten by him, rusted and moldy in the corner, fending for myself.

bad.Yes, that's the word, inherently bad, so bad that people love and hate it.He should have changed his name to—bad Kemercia!

Thinking of this, I even raised my voice a lot: "Are you driving me away? It's been less than half an hour since I sat down? Forgive me for not being a roundworm in your stomach, I really can't understand you What are you thinking. If you don't plan to have a good talk with me, and you don't plan to reconcile, then why did you let me in again? Just to meet me and have a word with me? Uh..."

I covered my nose and took a look at the book that just kissed my face. It was a title that I couldn't understand at all. What's more, the volume was very impressive. I should be glad that the page hit me. If it was the spine It hit me on the bridge of the nose, and I'm afraid I'm going to bleed now.

Ryan said clearly: "Get out immediately." His finger even pointed in the direction of the door.

I also have self-esteem. Although this is almost zero in front of Ryan, it doesn't mean I don't have it.I left the Kemersia manor in a huff and didn't even say hello when I passed Inspector Dubov.

When I saw Hainas for the third time, this beautiful boy was arguing with the big man who was driving that day. I was a little far away, and I could only see his agitated body language and the extremely angry man named Kunnan. Gripping his wrist in frustration.

"Hi! Do you need help?" I found that I have been doing heroic things to save the beauty recently, but I am obviously a villain at work.

Hearing the sound, the two looked at me at the same time. Heinas froze for a moment, broke free from Kunnan's restraint and walked towards me, and the big man also left in another direction knowingly after seeing someone.

I didn't intend to inquire about the other person's privacy, but I always wanted to know if he was hurt, so I asked: "Are you okay?" When faced with his appearance, which is more pure than a girl, I always unconsciously show a gentlemanly demeanor.

Haines has a small white face, and long black hair is braided and hangs on his chest, just like the princess and the pea who came out of a fairy tale.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Lombardi."

"You're welcome, I just happened to pass by, that man just now..."

"He is my servant. We had a dispute over some trivial matters, which made you laugh."

Out of consideration for his safety, I still sent him home. When I got to his door, he repeatedly invited me to come in and have a sit down.

Originally, I didn't want to disturb him, and to be honest, I was very annoyed, and I wanted to go somewhere to have a drink to relieve boredom, but he was very persistent, so I had no choice but to agree.

"Would you like tea or coffee?"

"Coffee, thanks."

While Hanes was making coffee, I looked at his residence.Different from his feminine appearance, the decoration of the house is very tough, even a bit gloomy. There are many paintings on the walls, most of which are also dark in color.

"Does Mr. Lombardi have any research on oil painting? It can be seen that you like the painting last time." Haines walked towards me with two cups of coffee.

"No, I don't really have any research on oil painting, I just happened to... like that painting that day." I took his coffee cup, then took a sip with my head down, and the strong bitterness overflowed in my mouth instantly: "Oh my God, This coffee is really bitter."

Haines tasted his own, and immediately wrinkled his face: "Well, it's a bit bitter, probably because I forgot to add sugar."

I sat down on the sofa with him and didn't know what to talk about, so we just chatted casually.We talked about him being an orphan and growing up in a parish orphanage, about my father being a good shoemaker, and about the picture of Lane I photographed that day that ended up hanging in my bedroom.

"Are you married?" he asked me suddenly.

I shook my clean fingers at him: "No."

He continued to ask me: "Is there anyone you like?"

"Yes, but the other party may not like me." I felt a little sleepy. I looked at the time and found that it was very late. The other party and I were basically strangers, but we chatted for so long. I couldn't help but admire my conversation Skill. "It's my wishful thinking."

He looked melancholy: "That's a pity."

I also feel sorry, but how can there be any reason for love?I love him and he just loves me, such a thing is too rare.

"It's getting late..." I was about to stand up and bid farewell to Haines, but my legs suddenly went on strike as if they were weak, and it was difficult to even move, not to mention standing, so I felt that something was wrong.

I thought about that unusually bitter cup of coffee, and a cold sweat started to break out on my back.I think I was too careless, I shouldn't take it lightly because the other party is a thin and beautiful boy, who knows if Princess and the Pea is a pervert who drugged men?

"Mr. Lombardi, what's the matter with you?" Haines's face was still as cute and innocent as a girl's, but his smile gave me chills.

I secretly touched my hand to my waist, and when I was about to touch the holster, he grabbed my hand, but I couldn't break free.

"I'll keep your gun safe. Don't worry, it's just an anesthetic. You'll wake up soon. Some things are interesting when you're awake..." Heinous's voice, as light as an oriole, followed my eyelids. The heavier it was, the more I fell into a coma.

When I woke up again, I found myself imprisoned in a closed and dark place like a basement. There was a strange smell of formalin in my nose, which made me feel like vomiting.

After a few more minutes, when the dizziness completely disappeared, I really realized my situation.I was naked and tied up in an "X" shape on an iron bed.And the formalin smell comes from the glass containers on the shelves around the basement, which are soaked with piles of organ-like things.

The bottle I'm facing to the left, if I'm not mistaken, should be a penis.

It couldn't have been more obvious than Hynes was never the Princess and the Pea, he was the Ripper, a serial killer.

I closed my eyes, realizing with some pain that I might be the next victim.

A new mafia godfather didn't die on a woman's bed, didn't die under enemy fire, didn't even die in a cold prison, but now he was about to die at the hands of a perverted killer!

"You don't look very scared."

It wasn't until Haines made a sound that I realized he was sitting in the dark, silently observing me.

"If I act a little scared, can you not kill me?"

He chuckled: "No, but I can make you suffer less before you die."

"It's stupid to ask, but why on earth are you doing this?"

"To make myself feel better."

He slowly came out of the darkness, and I swallowed unconsciously.I have been close to death countless times, but never has it been so bizarre.

Haines changed into a white coat, like a real doctor, I guess he didn't want to get his clothes dirty.

"Let's start now!"

start?What to start with?

When I was wondering, he walked to the bed and pressed a dagger to my chest.

The dagger was very small and sharp, the sharp blade was against the flesh, and the chill was piercing.

"I like your body. It's strong and well-proportioned. There are many scars on it, like medals." He cut the dagger all the way to my lower abdomen: "This scar was left not long ago, and the whip mark next to it was last time Was it beaten by your brother in the bathroom?"

I didn't expect him to know even this.

"How do you..."

"I overheard it, don't worry, only I know." Haines' men slowly increased their strength, and slowly made another cut on my scar, which happened to coincide with that scar.

It really hurts, but I know it's all foreplay than gut breaking.

I didn't want to be trapped in the pain he inflicted on me, so I tried to lure him to talk more to distract him: "Why did you kill Mrs. Violet?"

He dug my wound with his fingers, and he didn't stop until he heard me grunt in pain.

"Damn her."

"Me too...Damn it?"

Haines thought for a while and said, "Yes, you deserve to die too."

He cut my body with a sharp dagger, leaving streaks of blood on my body.I don't know why he didn't cut me in half like he did with the dead, but I figured it couldn't be because he liked me.

Maybe it was because he saw my doubts, or maybe it was just what he wanted to say, so he started to talk.

"I was an orphan. I grew up in a parish orphanage. I was a member of the choir when I was a child. When I was eight years old, I was adopted by a man who liked me very much. He would sleep with me every day and let me give him Sing, and also wear all kinds of beautiful skirts for me."

He even smiled when he said that, but the black emotions enveloped him like a spider web, making people feel fear.

"When I grew up, he couldn't accept me becoming more and more like a man, so..." He moved the dagger to my genitals, and stayed there dangerously: "He asked the doctor to cut me completely Castrated."

I was completely speechless in shock.

"I can only squat down to pee like a woman, but he said it's all because he loves me." He smiled sweeter and cut my thigh slowly.

I gritted my teeth: "What does this have to do with Violet...?"

"I started to rebel against him, and he did all the torture you can imagine on me. After that, he got rid of it and found a gypsy woman who claimed to be omnipotent." He patted my cheek with the dagger, I think I already know the why and why of his killing spree and why he thinks I deserve to die.

"Yes, she hypnotized me."

For the first time, I hated the woman in Violet so unprincipled, she indirectly shaped a murderer.

"Ms. Violet used her 'super power' to make me obedient to that man. Even if I want to lie on the ground and lick his soles, I am willing. Even facing my deformed body, I feel that is As it should be, hypnosis is really amazing, right?"

"But you finally woke up." This is the inevitable Achilles' heel of the omnipotent Mrs. Violet's hypnosis. These people will wake up one day, and then angrily find that their lives have been manipulated.

Hynes put a little bit of my blood on his fingertips and put it in his mouth like chocolate sauce.

"Yes, after the death of the man who tormented me for half my life, I was still in a hypnotic state for a long time. When he died, I almost fainted from crying in front of his tombstone, but when I woke up one morning, Everything changed suddenly! Can you imagine that feeling? That kind of hatred, hatred, absurdity, makes people want to tear their hair, and cut their skin inch by inch, that feeling is enough to drive people crazy."

"So you start killing people..."

My voice was trembling with pain, he used the dagger to slash from my armpit to my hip bone, making a very long stroke, and the movement was extremely slow.

My current appearance must be terrifying. I hope that whoever claims the corpse will not be frightened.

"In the beginning, it was just homeless people and prostitutes, but slowly it became insufficient. My hatred was like sand in an hourglass, accumulating more and more. I began to pay attention to Violet's recent situation, but I didn't want to kill her all at once. I'm going to let her be consumed by fear, crying and begging me not to kill her. First I kill two of her customers, very easy, no guilt, they both deserve it. Then I think it's almost done, just Killed Violet, tortured her so badly, I feel better after killing her. Do you want to see her womb? I keep it very well." After saying that, he went to the shelf and knocked a jar with his dagger It's supposed to be something like Lady Violet's Womb.

God, he's crazy!

If De Cario finds out that I'm missing now, I don't know if I can try to stay alive before he comes to save me.

Or, can I see Ryan again before I die?I regret that I didn't talk to him well during the day, our last memory should not be a quarrel.I don’t know if he will be sad for me when I die, he never will be sad for anyone, he didn’t cry for his stepfather when he died, maybe I won’t either, he will just throw a small flower on my coffin Bai Hua turned around and left, and never came to see me again for the next few decades.

Just thinking about it made me breathless, and of course I realized it was most likely due to blood loss.

"Then... what about the judge?"

He shook his dagger and thought for a while: "Judge? Oh, you're talking about Mr. Watson! We were actually friends, and he was my loyal audience. It's a pity. I thought he was a man of right and wrong, but he thought I Killing an 'innocent' person should be punished!

It's funny, those bastards never take responsibility for what they do, and I want justice for myself, but he's going to talk about it, so I kill him in a fit of anger. "

"You are just venting your anger, he may not know the true face of Violet." He will not know that the opera singer he admires is the murderer.

Haines shrugged: "Maybe, but at that time I wanted to kill him too much to care about so much!" He frowned: "You don't seem to be in too much pain, and you still have the energy to talk to me. Let me see, let's change it." A game? I’m a bit tired of this game. You will be the last person to die at my hands. After killing you, Kunnan and I will leave Europe and go to the United States to start a new life. You should feel honored.”

He took a box of things from the shelf next to the bed, and opened it like offering a treasure in front of me. My pupils constricted, and it turned out to be a box of steel needles.

Haines picked out a thin needle about five centimeters from it, put it on the alcohol lamp and roasted it, then rubbed my nipples, and I suddenly became alert.

I am only willing to let Ryan do this action. No matter how good-looking other men are, they will only make me sick!

"What are you doing..." Before he finished speaking, he aimed the hot needle at my nipple and pierced the skin there without hesitation.

I violently moved my limbs, and the sharp pain that cannot be described in words suddenly surrounded me.

While turning the steel needle, he continued to push it forward until the needle tip pierced the skin on the other side and exposed his head.

"I have tried most of the instruments of torture here, and the piercing is not the most difficult." He then repeated the trick of piercing my other nipple with a needle.

"You won't let me... try them all?" I asked him a little weakly, with painful cold sweat covering my forehead.

He didn't answer me, but punctured many places on my body one after another.I felt like a piece of patched cloth with holes everywhere.

When Hynes's cold fingertips touched my pussy, I admit I was terrified. After all, if it was pierced there, I don't know if I would be able to hold back the sound.

"You trembled a little, are you afraid?" He was keenly aware of my changes, and stroked my genitals with a gentle force that made my skin crawl.

I begged him hoarsely: "Don't... do this, kill me."

I'd rather he killed me straight away, like the previous unlucky ones, than torment me like this.

He licked his lips excitedly, ignored me, but lifted my limp penis, and then quickly pierced it with a steel needle.

The moment the severe pain hit, I could only open my mouth to breathe like a dehydrated fish, my body arched unconsciously, and then I fell back on the bed exhausted.He admired it for a while, then giggled happily, his bright eyes were crooked, like a mysterious moon.

He took great pleasure in torturing me with all kinds of instruments without giving me a fatal blow.I was dying from all kinds of pain, and at first I still thought about Ryan, Amy, or De Cario, but gradually, it became difficult for me to even think.Sweat trickled down my eyes, blurring my vision.

During this period, Haines would leave the basement, and then he would come back to continue to torture me after an unknown period of time.I no longer have the concept of time, so I can only be at his mercy.

He gave me neither strength nor water, and I thought I would die of hunger and thirst, if not of wound infection.

He became more and more irritable, and would sometimes walk around me biting his fingers, talking to himself.

"Something must have happened to him, otherwise he wouldn't have come to me... He was arrested, I'm going to find him... We're going to America, I promised him..."

Finally, he seemed impatient to wait any longer and decided to leave for a while.

"Hope you're still alive until I get back." He roughly grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him, his pretty face being as evil as it could say.

I hope someone finds me before he comes back, or just makes me die of thirst.

I was lying on the bed in a daze, my whole body was in pain, I don't know how long it took, and suddenly I heard the sound of the basement door being opened.

The sound of eager footsteps came from far and near, and then I heard the familiar voice that made me cry.

"I found him! Let the doctors and nurses come here, hurry up!"

I tried to open my eyes: "L...en?"

"It's me, aren't you happy to see me?" He whispered in my ear, brushing away the forehead hair that blocked my eyes with his fingers.

I must have a fever and hallucinations, otherwise why would Ryan treat me so tenderly?

I hooked my lips and laughed: "I'm in heaven? I thought... I'd go to hell."

He looked a bit haggard, but his silver eyes were astonishingly bright. He pressed his cool lips to my forehead, and said hoarsely, "Youni, I found you, you are still alive..."

After that I didn't hear what he said and passed out.

I think that after a long time, I will beat my chest and feet for my "dizzy" ignorance of current affairs, and regret it endlessly.