[Zhongyingmei] Convict you

Will was alone in the morgue, standing next to Nicholas Boyle.Nicholas' body was so stiff that it was impossible to tell the exact time of death.He was disemboweled, and the prime suspect was none other than Abigail.

Will wants to know the truth, even if it feels overwhelming.

So, he saw Nicholas standing in front of him intact, but he was holding a hunting knife in his hand. He sent the knife into Nicholas' body and cut him open.

And when Nicholas fell, Abigail appeared in front of her eyes. She held the same hunting knife in both hands, and let the hunting knife penetrate Will's body with the same movement. Abigail showed panic, His eyes were full of despair and fear, and his eyes were filled with tears.Why?Will felt the pain on his skin.

Suddenly, a voice drew Will to him.

"You killed him." Ryan stood beside them. He said this to Abigail, but his eyes kept looking at Will.

Will's heart flustered like never before, and he escaped from his imagination.

Ryan in that place had a pair of cold green eyes that he had never seen before. They were emerald-like eyes, but they were piercingly cold.

Will is no longer going to see Nicholas, he just needs a place to calm his mind.

He wants to see Ryan.

Will stood in front of Ryan's house, but he still didn't dare to ring the doorbell.He spurned his indecision in his heart, finally sighed and pressed down.

Ryan opened the door and was a little surprised to see Will, but still smiled and let him in sideways. When Will passed him, he saw that the hair on the back of Will's neck was wet.

Will naturally sat down on the couch, as if he had done so many times before.He looked up at Ryan, with helplessness covered by coldness in his eyes: "I know it was Abigail who killed Nicholas Boyle."

Ryan raised his eyebrows, sat next to Will, and asked in a relaxed manner, "Really?"

"You're by her side, aren't you?" Will didn't dare to look at Ryan, he was worried that he would see those cold eyes, and complained, "Why don't you stop what she's doing?"

Ryan was speechless for a moment, he licked his dry lips, thinking about what to say.

"Will you tell Jack Crawford?" Ryan asked calmly.

Will was silent, and Ryan didn't answer his question directly, which made him feel cheated, but he really couldn't go against his sincerity.He sees himself as Abigail's father, and he has an obligation to protect Abigail, even if she does something wrong, this is his "atonement".

And Ryan... Will regards him as the closest person now, but the other party doesn't seem to reciprocate the same feelings.

He remembered Jack's warning once: "Stay away from Ryan Quill, he is not as harmless as he appears in front of you. He always stays out of everything, but you can establish a connection with him Isn't it?"

"What did you do?" Will turned his head to look at Ryan, only to find that his green eyes were looking at him very tenderly. In a trance, he seemed to see love, but he still forced himself to calm down, or, Turning grim, "What role did you play in this murder?"

"Will." Ryan gently stretched out his hand to caress Will's face, walking from the outside, Will's face has become cold, but Ryan's hand is even colder, "We all want to protect Abigail .She is more like me than any of you, and everything I do is for her."

"Hannibal and I helped her bury the body." Ryan said lightly, as if talking about something insignificant.

As he spoke, he looked into Will's eyes, which contained the cold emeralds he had seen before: "You will help us, won't you?"

Will's answer was insignificant, but Ryan smiled with satisfaction, and he leaned over to kiss the corner of Will's mouth.

"Do you want it?" Ryan's breath sprayed on Will's face. Will didn't know why his gaffe developed to this point. After that kiss in the classroom, Ryan would often kiss himself, although it made people blush Heartbeat, but Will is enjoying the process very much.

But such a question made Will unable to answer at all. He just lowered his eyes, didn't look at Ryan, and didn't want to reveal a little bit of his emotions.

"Will, you have to express your feelings." Ryan lifted Will's chin and made him look at himself, "I need to know that you love me."

"Of course, I love you." Will showed a shy and restrained smile at Ryan, and then was pressed by Ryan on the sofa. Will was uncomfortable in such a controlled posture, but he still accepted it obediently Ryan's kiss.

A few muffled hums inadvertently made Ryan feel excited, and his heart beat so violently before.

He sucks on Will's neck, which still smells of sweat, warm heat.

Will was lying on the sofa, looking up at the white ceiling blankly, gasping for breath. He stretched out his right hand to stroke Ryan's hair, feeling the heat of his scalp.

But just when Will was confused, Ryan's right hand was placed in a taboo place. Will struggled a little panicked, causing Ryan to raise his head helplessly, and he looked at it with some pleading Will, it's like a child asking for the coveted candy from an adult: "Please~"

All resistance turned into empty talk, and Will lay on the sofa, feeling the warmth and the deadly pleasure that Ryan brought him.

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"You were invited into the police station for the second time this month, and you became more active when you went to Baltimore." Letterman looked at Ryan and said quietly, "Tellme, what aroused your interest .”

A call from Letterman brought Lane from Baltimore to his office, where he sat across from him and was cross-examined.

Just like the team's home court advantage, being in your own territory will always make people feel in control.

In the eyes of Letterman, there is no hiding for all lies. Compared with Letterman, Ryan has only learned some superficial micro-expressions, which is not worth mentioning.

"Emotional," Lane said, "someone out there that gave me an emotional connection."

"The daughter of the murderer, or a college teacher who can empathize with the criminal?" Letterman observed Ryan's facial expression, curled his lips, "It seems that there are two of them."

"You're in too deep, Ryan." Letterman's calm eyes are colder than anyone else's, and you have no way to recognize that the man in front of you is actually your mentor, "You've never had it. This is for you very dangerous."

"I know." Ryan lowered his eyes and looked at the pattern on the carpet, "but I just can't control the trembling from the bottom of my heart, which comes from the deep familiarity of my soul."

Since there is no way to lie, it is better to take the initiative to tell the truth than to be exposed immediately.

Letterman wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the door opening.A sensible woman walked in.

"Long time no see, Ryan." The woman smiled gently at Ryan.

"Long time no see, Gillian." Ryan also returned a smile.

Gillian put the documents in Letterman's desk, and said to Ryan before walking out the door: "Maybe we can find an opportunity to go out and talk in the future. I am very interested in your travel along the way."

"Of course." Watching Gillian walk out of the office, Ryan immediately sank, "Her husband cheated."

Then he looked at Letterman with a slightly questioning tone: "Why didn't you tell her?"

"It's not necessary," Letterman said, "I'm not going to observe her, and besides, she's not a woman who doesn't know anything." It's just covering up the truth that is within reach with the palm of your hand.

Back to the topic, Letterman continued: "This is because you have all been victims. Such traumatic sequelae from childhood may accompany a person's life."

"I know, but at the same time I know very clearly that I am not only a victim, but also a perpetrator." Ryan couldn't help clenching his fists.

"That girl is just like you, isn't she? But you are resisting, and she is assisting." Letterman watched the video of interrogating the girl at that time, and he knew that the girl was lying, and Abigail had become his father The bait of her father, to speak to the girls who were killed, to induce them to become her father's ghost!

Ryan knew that Abigail's hidden tricks couldn't escape Letterman, so he shrugged: "Does anyone else know about this?"

"No, I won't." Letterman assured, that's what he said to the young Ryan back then, "but I have protected you many times, you should learn not to let yourself get involved in such troublesome things."

"I know. But these troublesome things, I don't have to look for them, they came to me on their own initiative." Ryan was a little helpless, but then, he looked at Letterman very seriously, with a sincere attitude, "I want to Do me a favor, this is the last one."

"What?" Letterman asked even though he knew it would be something that would not give him peace.

"I hope you can be someone's guardian. After all, you are a very good father." With a little flattery, Ryan said with a smile.

"Who is it?" The answer in my heart was ready to come out.

"Abigail."

Letterman was silent, but then, with a touch of humor, he said: "You must remember Heather's birthday next year, she has been talking about your gift this year."

"She always likes my presents very much." Thinking of the girl's cute face, Ryan couldn't help laughing. You must know that his teacher is a deep daughter fan.

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