love brother

Preface to "Crime in Rome: The Career of Richard Duboff"

I am Richard Dubov, and this is my first book. I have great feelings and expectations for it. I hope that everyone can feel the good things and those things that must not be touched.

Someone asked me which of these 58 cases impressed me the most?I think "Red Shoes" was one, because the important clue was provided by a cute little girl with beautiful eyes; and "The Mermaid in the Tank", which I still miss the eyewitness Mrs. A's cookie; Of course, there is also the "Nightingale Ripper" case that shocked Rome. I believe many people know me from this case.

Let me talk about this last case, in which a friend of mine is involved. The situation has passed, and I will call him Mr. R.

Mr. R is a high-ranking person. When he entered the "Ripper" case, it was entirely because a teacher he respected was brutally killed. He felt angry and felt that the law was being flouted, so he stood up out.

That period of time brought me a lot of pressure, and he kept urging me to solve the case, but I am very grateful to him, and I grew up because of it.

Back to the topic, why am I so impressed by this case?In addition to the shocking identity of the murderer, it is also because of the last victim.

Different from what the media and newspapers reported, I will explain for the first and last time that the murderer’s last target is not Mr. XXXX as the public thinks, but Mr. R’s younger brother, a troublesome man—Mr. J.

I say this not because he is the younger brother of Mr. R, but because his background is more complicated.Back then we spent a lot of energy covering up this paragraph, just to prevent others from disturbing him, and now thinking about it, everything is correct.

I've known Mr. R for a long time, but that was the first time I saw him get out of control, really out of control.He almost knocked down my office. If we hadn't caught the murderer's accomplice in time, he would probably blame himself for it for the rest of his life, because Mr. J disappeared after he left his house, and they had a fight before leaving.

How the case was solved and how the clues were collected are all described in detail in my book, so I won’t go into details, but what I want to talk about at this time is something I won’t mention in the book.

I can still clearly remember the grief-stricken faces of the families of the victims. Mr. R is usually a cold and scary person, but he couldn't maintain his calm when facing his brother's disappearance or even his possible death.I think after that time they will cherish each other more and reduce unnecessary quarrels.

Undoubtedly, Mr. J was lucky. Although he suffered physical torture, he survived and became the only survivor!This seems to me a gift of God, for I cannot imagine how much harm he would do to my dear friend Mr. R if he were killed.

If there is someone around you who you care so much that you don't want to lose, I suggest you kiss or hug each other, because this is really something to cherish and be happy about.

This is not a simple "Record of a Crime". If you read it carefully, you will feel the love and hope in it.

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I couldn't help but read out in a strange voice after reading less than a page: "You will feel love and hope... Does he think he is writing a love story between a poor boy and a rich lady?"

One morning, Ryan received this personal autobiography sent to him across the ocean. I was surprised that Inspector Dubov knew our whereabouts so well, and I was in a delicate mood for a while.I admit that I am a little jealous, Ryan and him are really close friends, and even told him his address in the United States!

"You can choose not to read it." Ryan took the book out of my hand and continued to finish what he had been doing before I arrived-reading.

Of course I would not be willing to be ignored by him, I sat on the armrest of the sofa, put one hand on his shoulder, bent down and showed an ambiguous smile: "Brother, you really almost knocked over his office as the inspector said ?”

Ryan didn't take his eyes off the book. If it wasn't for Dubov who doesn't seem like an exaggerated person, I would wonder how the words "out of control" and "self-blame" would appear on Ryan.

Calmness and self-control are what he should be like now.

He turned a page and said, "You can tell me more clearly what you want to do."

I put my lips next to his ear: "Do you care about me?"

Lane was indeed mean and cold at times, more an ascetic missionary than a lover, but just knowing he cared about me was enough.I am an easy to please person.

He turned his head to avoid my harassment of his ears: "I hate people touching my things."

So he's mad because I was kidnapped by Hynes and abused by someone other than him?Does he feel offended?

Oh why is my brother so cute?I have to say that my taste has remained highly consistent since I was a child, and I have an excellent vision.

I continued to bother him, kissed his ear, even licked it with the tip of my tongue, and asked in a low voice, "Am I yours?"

He may feel that this is too naive and ignore me.But I am definitely not a person who gives up easily. I kept repeating this question, like a noisy parrot in his ears.

"Brother, do I belong to you?"

"Tell me brother! I want to hear it from you."

"Don't be like this brother, I will think you are shy."

"Brother, come on, Amy is even more straightforward than you!"

"Honey, you are mine, and I should be yours too, shouldn't I?"

Finally, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, he closed "Dubov's career" severely.

He glanced at me: "Sometimes you really don't know what is enough is enough?"

I smiled and leaned over to kiss his lips, and exchanged a passionate kiss full of sweet atmosphere between lovers.

I love to see him being helpless by me, and also love all kinds of innocuous "punishments" he carried out on me in order to "revenge" me. He was really awesome at that time.

"Brother, did I ever say that I really love you?"

He responded to me lightly: "You talk almost every day."

"But you never respond." I looked at him dissatisfied, and I was about to fall into the "noisy parrot" state again.

"We should treat each other equally, what do you think?"

"Do you love me, brother?"

"Say it and I won't make fun of you..."

His brows gradually furrowed as I couldn't stop talking, and then he stopped me with just one sentence, shutting his mouth obediently and never daring to raise any objections.

"I fuck you every day, you might as well take it as a response, if you have any complaints, I can stop."

What he said didn't match his demeanor at all, God knows my brother was a guy to love and hate.

I made a movement of zipping my mouth shut, and obediently sat aside.Seeing that I was honest, he reopened the book and read it.