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苏介笙

一个脑洞——犯罪追踪

前文在这里第一章 


第二章


OOC预警.拆cp预警(jemily大法好).时间线私设. 犯罪心理x疑犯追踪   忽略两部剧之间有6年的时间差 轻拍慎点😂

鉴于两部剧都有点沉重,本文语气会诙谐一点,尽量还原所有人设,毕竟在剧里大家都很虐了😂

CM的时间线从第一季开始,POI大概是第三季前半部分,肖根安全屋一夜后,卡姐牺牲前。


“Finch,威胁解除了吗?”

“并没有,Ms.Shaw。”

“她在跟谁说话?”Elle看着自言自语的Shaw,向Root求证,“你们的上司?你们是什么人?”

专心欣赏着自己黑色指甲...

前文在这里第一章 


第二章


OOC预警.拆cp预警(jemily大法好).时间线私设. 犯罪心理x疑犯追踪   忽略两部剧之间有6年的时间差 轻拍慎点😂

鉴于两部剧都有点沉重,本文语气会诙谐一点,尽量还原所有人设,毕竟在剧里大家都很虐了😂

CM的时间线从第一季开始,POI大概是第三季前半部分,肖根安全屋一夜后,卡姐牺牲前。


“Finch,威胁解除了吗?”

“并没有,Ms.Shaw。”

“她在跟谁说话?”Elle看着自言自语的Shaw,向Root求证,“你们的上司?你们是什么人?”

专心欣赏着自己黑色指甲的Root头也不回,“来救你的人。”

Elle:哈,这个样子还救我…

话没说完就被Root电了一下,“聒噪。”

Elle:……

“Randall Garner。”结束通话的Shaw慢悠悠地走到Elle面前,“认识吗?”

Elle摇头。

“他可能要杀你。”

“我是FBI,想杀我的人多了。”Elle斟酌着说出自己的要求,“或许我可以得到一件外套吗?外面有点冷。”

Shaw扔给她一件衣服。

Root急忙把自己的外套披在Shaw身上。

Elle:……她现在把这件衣服扔回去还来得及吗?

于是三个女人在月黑风高的夜晚开始讨论接下来的行动步骤。

Root:“听着,有人要杀你,我们得保证你的安全。”

Shaw:“不应该一上来先联络感情再清除障碍吗?”

Root:“可我都把人电了Sammen…”

Shaw:“姐不想和FBI有更深的联系。”

一边活动着自己手腕一边听着两人谈话的Elle大致在心里对目前情况有了大致的判断,找了个空隙插嘴:“我想你们应该是义警?不用担心,我的主管很快就会知道这里发生的事情,我的同事会来处理,不会有什么危险的…”

Shaw:“幼稚。”

Root:“天真。”

Elle刚想还嘴就听到Morgan的声音伴着脚步声响起,“你出来了!我刚刚去了一下尸体所租住的房间,整件事情透着一丝诡异,似乎我们被一个神秘人士盯上了…”他余光看到站着的两人,“我知道你!你是昨天我在沙滩上搭讪的漂亮女孩!”

Elle:“Derek……”

Morgan看见Root亮出的证件笑得更开心了,“原来是同行!可惜了,你知道FBI里不能同事恋爱,不过那只是一条规定而已……”

Elle心底一寒。

Root唇角一勾。

Shaw眉间一挑。

远在纽约的Finch:“好奇怪,刚才Derek Morgan的号码跳出来了,不过十秒后又删除了,Ms.Shaw?”

“他活得好好的。”Shaw低着声音,“还能调情呢。”

Finch:……


回过神来的Morgan看着不停晃着胳膊的Elle,“你怎么了?”

Root抢先答道:“在审讯室里待久了,牙买加的警察,你知道的,一言难尽。”

Elle无奈地点头并且深刻地体会到了上贼船容易下贼船难的道理。

(Morgan你是不是傻你没看到地上散落的电击枪屑吗?)

Elle在心里把Morgan骂了无数遍。

“Hotch收到了这边的消息。”不知道自己在Elle心里正被骂得狗血淋头的Morgan将自己知道的情况一一告知:“我想他会乘最快的飞机赶来这里的。”

Shaw和Root的耳机里适时地响起Finch的声音:“啊太好了我已经截获那架航班的信息并且人为捏造了一个小事故,So……”

“I know,你真是过于贴心了Harry~”Root嘴角噙着一抹笑看着Morgan掏出手机低声交谈着。”

Elle一脸同情地看着这两个十分不好惹的女人,好心地开口,“你们还是找个时机赶紧溜吧,我的上司一本正经,他会仔细检查你们的背景的。”

“那就让他来查吧。”Root打了个哈欠,“当务之急是把你——以及你的朋友带回去。”

“可是…”Elle环顾四周,“现在订机票还是等我的上司来呢?”

Root还没来得及说话就被挥着手机的Morgan打了岔,“Agent King?”他带着一丝不好意思,“我的上司说他在机场遇到了突发状况,看来要麻烦你帮忙让我们回总部了。”

被冷淡了许久的Shaw悠悠开口:“不麻烦,走吧,去偷架飞机。”

Morgan/Elle:???

“她说的是借架飞机。”Root跟在后面笑道,“抱歉,她说话带点波斯乡音…你们可能听错了。”

说完也不理会目瞪口呆的两人,上赶着追自家小炮仗去了。


Morgan用手碰碰Elle:“我怎么觉得她们不像FBI?”

“有吗?”Elle思量半天决定睁眼说瞎话,“可能是今晚突发事件太多,累着了吧。”她加快步伐试图跟上前面两人,“不管怎样,Hotch让她们帮忙,应该是没有恶意的。”

(没有恶意才怪呢!Elle想起被电的那一下就来气。)


“Randall Garner?”坐在两人偷来的飞机上的Morgan在听到这个名字后一头雾水,“我可以很肯定地告诉你们,在BAU小组成立后我们处理的案子里没有这个名字。” 

“或许Gracia可以帮忙?”Elle在一旁说道。

“Gracia的电脑被黑了。就像是设计好了的一样,我们需要技术支持时,有人把我们的信息来源掐断了。”Morgan叹了一口气。

Root向对自己投来异样目光的Shaw轻轻摇头,用唇形回复道:“不是我干的。”

Shaw收回目光,继续低头整理着自己的武器。“匡提科只有一家电脑吗?”

“当然不是,亲爱的。”Root抱着电脑坐到旁边,“只是他们小组的设备下线了而已。”

“机器都这样。”Shaw翻了个白眼。“Finch的机器勾搭上你后就没正常过。”

Root/TM:……


飞机着陆时Root已经换好了另一身装备,还不忘给Shaw披上一件FBI的外套,手顺势放在某人的腰上,“风大,小心着凉,我的助手~”

“把你的手拿开。”Shaw盯着Root咬牙切齿道:“如果不想再挨我一拳的话。”

“如果你愿意把我公主抱回地铁的话。”

Shaw抛了一个白眼作为自己的回答。


—————————分割线—————————

“事情经过就是这样。”Elle将自己和Morgan在牙买加的经历和盘托出,但下意识地略去了Root对自己说自己生命受到威胁的事。

“没有男性出现吗?”Hotch皱着眉头,“一个身高188左右,身着西装,不苟言笑的男子。”

“没有。那两位Agent把我们丢到机场后就不见踪迹了。”Morgan无奈地摇头,“总觉得她们俩不像FBI。”

Hotch望着角落里的摄像头,陷入思索,似乎是感觉到了他的目光,摄像头有规律地发出红光。


此时FBI口中神龙见首不见尾的两人正在距离Hotch直线距离不到800米的办公室里鼓搞着电脑,当然,对外宣称是负责解决上午的电脑中毒事件。

“你是打算黑进五角大楼还是匡提科?”Shaw盯着Root上下翻飞的手指,该死,这个女人涂黑指甲油是真他妈地性感。

等Shaw回过神来时只看见Root那张笑得十分欠揍的脸。

“我不介意和你在这里重复那晚在安全屋的事。”Root富含暗示性地舔了一下嘴唇,“不过首先我们得消除这群高级条子对我们,主要是Harry和他家宠物的注意。By the way...”她又拿出一个U盘插进主机,“我还需要把HR的资料找个地方备份一份…所以,再等等?”

Shaw觉得自己有些手痒,她很确定手痒来自于她想揍眼前这个嬉皮笑脸的女人而不是其他的什么奇奇怪怪的原因。


番外小剧场:

Hotch来到纽约处理HR事件时跟Carter唠嗑。

Hotch:我的前同事,殉职的唐纳德特工生前调查的那位Man in suit...

Carter:不是结案了吗?

Hotch:但根据调查结果,这是一个身高188,不苟言笑,常年西装的男人……

Carter:Sir…你说的不就是你自己吗?

Hotch:???

Carter:你要不要考虑下换个侧写?

(Hotch:还是结案吧。)

躲在隔壁的李四露出招牌龙猫笑╮( ̄▽ ̄)╭

阿根是只小狐狸

谁说机器身就不能开车了(5)

已补Ch5的部分。先曲奏至此。


置顶说明:置顶

点击句号吧,百度出来的经验,最后我只能一层套一层了。

微博似乎说石墨链接不安全,所以辛苦了,需要拼接一下。
微博:。。。

镜文学:。。。

米国度:。。。


TBC

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文大概锁了七八次在lof吧,删了重改还是锁,最后只能跑一堆备用外链了。挺清水的我个人觉得。


最后成了忙着看的成年女性某部分的神经解剖的文献期刊,磕cp使人勤奋睿智。奇怪的知识又增加了。

果然开车使人每时千五如洪水,而平凡的情节一日三千似难产。

已补Ch5的部分。先曲奏至此。


置顶说明:置顶

点击句号吧,百度出来的经验,最后我只能一层套一层了。

微博似乎说石墨链接不安全,所以辛苦了,需要拼接一下。
微博:。。。

镜文学:。。。

米国度:。。。

 


TBC

=========

文大概锁了七八次在lof吧,删了重改还是锁,最后只能跑一堆备用外链了。挺清水的我个人觉得。


最后成了忙着看的成年女性某部分的神经解剖的文献期刊,磕cp使人勤奋睿智。奇怪的知识又增加了。

果然开车使人每时千五如洪水,而平凡的情节一日三千似难产。

阿根是只小狐狸

谁说机器身就不能开车了(4)

(忘了POI最后阿根离去的地方周围有没有酒吧或者酒馆之类的建筑,所以让我来假造一个。说到Shaw迈着腿想到阿根的大长腿堪称行走的春药,想说Shaw迈着……想起,她没有,我十分为难,不能自欺欺人。不过Shaw行走也是独具魅力的。)


之前03章补了一点没来得及放上去的存稿,记得先去补完再回来看04,原先是想做个过渡,后来想着直接转折会更好,流畅一点。且每章的字数刚好差不多,强迫症患者的倔强。部分章节之前有一些的修补和改动,整体方向是没有改动的。


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(忘了POI最后阿根离去的地方周围有没有酒吧或者酒馆之类的建筑,所以让我来假造一个。说到Shaw迈着腿想到阿根的大长腿堪称行走的春药,想说Shaw迈着……想起,她没有,我十分为难,不能自欺欺人。不过Shaw行走也是独具魅力的。)


之前03章补了一点没来得及放上去的存稿,记得先去补完再回来看04,原先是想做个过渡,后来想着直接转折会更好,流畅一点。且每章的字数刚好差不多,强迫症患者的倔强。部分章节之前有一些的修补和改动,整体方向是没有改动的。


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    行走在酒馆里,迈着腿穿过喧闹的人群最后来到某一个角落,抬眼觑了眼前因望着自己脸上春风得意笑容而露出惘然疑惑神情的几个人,Shaw挑衅般挑了嘴角,如同餍足的狮兽宣示自己精神上的愉悦。

 

    以往总是失了灵魂如晃荡在空荡荡的地狱一般的人,今日像是被重新注入了活力,躯壳里烟花正被点燃,噼里啪啦响彻整个胸腔,徜徉着欢乐和喜悦。Finch和Reese恍然大悟过来,欣喜又欣慰的看着Shaw愈发得意和高兴的笑容。 而Fusco一脸迷茫憋着嘴看着两人在顿悟瞬间迅速交换眼神的私下小动作,开始不满。

 

    “你们搞什么眼神交流?”

 

    “咳……没有这回事。”Finch不自在地解释,他和Reese只是默契地正常交流而已。

 

    “她怎么回事,真的花开第二春?嘿嘿嘿,那是我的话起了效果了!”顾自揶揄的人被喜上眉梢的女人瞪了一下,身体不由往后瑟缩,然后又虚心假作镇定地往前凑了凑。

 

    “Can you hear me? Fusco”声音从Shaw那处传来,十分熟悉。Fusco往Shaw后探了探,没人。

 

    “TM,是你吗?”

 

    “是我。”

 

    还在迷茫的人顿时不可置信地聚起眉毛然后放松开来,些许不相信喊出声。 

 

    “Root?”

 

    然后急不可耐地示意Shaw赶紧坐下,接着语出惊人。

 

    “Root她回来了?复活了?你一脸餍足的样子,刚春宵一度?”

 

    “咳、咳、咳。”最是拘谨的Finch假借咳嗽让Fusco委婉些,哪知更放荡不羁的女人又神情满足勾了嘴,抢过桌上Reese刚开好的啤酒,道了一声“对啊”,全然不顾在场所有人目瞪口呆的注视,仰头畅饮。

 

    “这个怎么做到的?”理解不了人工智能和人类意识结合,Reese放弃思考Root是哪种形态和定义的复活,却对她们一人一机是如何突破限制享受鱼水相欢,做到胶漆相投十分不解。 他却不该转向几人之中在这方面最是放不开的Finch,一阵私语。

 

    Finch拉开和他的距离,摆手表示自己也不太懂。这个超出了他的知识范围了。而最是八卦的Fusco反倒对这云雨之事如何做到没有任何疑惑和兴趣,在他的思想里这类事一切皆有可能。他反倒对Shaw来时的车有兴趣。

 

    “外面那车不符合你啊。”

 

    Shaw抬眼看了窗外灯下黑色低调的宝马,回答道,“确实。但我老婆开车载我的,她选的,我也十分满意。”

 

    Fusco忍住了要打死这秀恩爱的人的冲动,心里默念,人家这鱼毕竟“涸辙”了三年,比较惨,要忍耐。盯着Shaw炫耀的脸,不满转过头,又看对面坐着的两个男人切切私语,间或漏出“我不知道,你去问”的话语,他又“哼”了一声转回头,喝起了酒。Shaw拿出藏在怀里的录音机放在桌上,任Fusco和Root交流,听着想念了三年,却也盘旋在耳边三年的声音,这一刻心终于有了安存之地。

 

    沉浸在Root的声音里,Shaw回想起来时的路上。外面的宝马是无人驾驶的,Root以自己的名义开了个账户,不知哪里搞到了一笔可观的钱,买下了最新系列的无人驾驶款,然后入侵后台,断了原先与后台的联系,又令人改造一番,使得这车控制起来更加顺畅,如今这车只由Root控制。

 

    “看,我这不就能开车了吗。”

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 机身根开完车了,完结撒花!!!(不是,狗头)

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    Shaw觉得要是不知情的人看了道路监控,看到车里自己坐在副驾驶,而驾驶室毫无一人,会觉得有这世间真的有鬼神,哪怕知道是无人驾驶的车辆,也会觉得自己过于大胆。

 

    “你坐驾驶室就不像是我载你了嘛!”

 

    这女人是在撒娇?Shaw心里蜜滋滋。

 

    身心愉悦的人坐在副驾驶闭目养神,一边听着Root叙述这三年来是如何“复活”的,一边回味刚刚的翻云覆雨。

 

    还在想要让Root“怎样都行”地满足自己,Shaw突然想到自己的往后的“性福”生活。

 

       “取悦我!”

 

       “好呀。我刚好之前下了一笔单,这会已经到前面街区了。“知晓自家小狼狗性子的Root早早就花钱买了一堆东西让人加急送到住处。现下已入侵物流系统查询到目前物件的去处,然后在街区的监控上捕捉到送货人员的车辆和脸。

 

       “Sweetie,你知道现如今我这样子,你知道你多有福了吗。”

 

    “不知道,不过拭目以待。”狼眯了眼,退后坐回身后的床上,摆了个舒服的姿势,等着接下来的“伺候”。像极了准备享受极致按摩的人。

 

    她很好奇Root如何让取悦自己。她知道ASMR,但对于自己,这可不够,虽然她听见Root的声音确实也可以到达云端,但她不打算这样简单放过Root,要好好罚她才行,没有由里而外全方位的抚慰,怎的叫“怎样都行“的取悦呢。不过要是Root没有法子的话,她也不介意Root用低沉又迷蒙的嗓音求饶,说些“Sameen~ Sameen~ Sweetie,求你了”之类的话,以达取悦自己的目的。她是个很心软的人呢。Shaw坏笑。

 

    “Sweetie,你在傻笑什么,你的礼物到了哦!”被打断幻想的人收回一脸荡漾的笑容,Shaw没好气地走到门口,放下狠话,”你最好让我快乐,不然你怎么求饶我都不会原谅你的!”

 

    “Absolutely~ ”

 

    把门口人高的箱子推拽进门的时候,Shaw十分迷惑着里面装的是什么。在Root的要求下拆开之后,把里面最大的物件放了下来。

 

    “你该不会要用这个代替吧?”Shaw指着近乎等人高的物体。

 

    “嗯哼。”不应是否。

 

    “脱光躺下。“声音自高处传来,像是居高临下。Shaw的血液流速一下加快了起来,骨骼肌战栗,一种玄而又玄的奇妙感觉开始漫过全身,如同她俩第一次见面的时候。一些在普通人眼里越过禁制的行为激起了灵魂的叫嚣,欲望和突破的念头充斥在脑海里。她开始相信Root了。不是因为那些以往也玩过的道具,而是这个灵魂,这个和自己完全契合,完全了解自己point的灵魂。

 

    乖得不行的人低眉顺眼地将衣服一件件脱下,先是外衣,然后裤子,内衣,内裤。麦色的肌肤上布满了些许斑驳的伤痕,岁月和经历在紧致的肌理间隙刻下了痕迹。皮肤接触到空气瞬间,刚刚命令式的语气却犹在耳畔,回忆使得肌肤起了一层细细的鸡皮疙瘩。她,提前兴奋了。这可不好。以往在这方面十分强势的人为了拭目以待爱人如何在此种情况下取悦自己,愿意暂时委身不做反抗,但过早的生理屈服可不太好。果然是令自己灵魂升华的人吗,毫无招架力呢。

 

    “看来有些人在我不在的时候没有好好照顾自己。”

 

    “我不是,我没有。“回想起这三年如同行尸走肉一般执行TM指令,做起事来完全不顾命,妄图假借他人之手“自戕”的人心虚地连忙否认。

 

    “这里面还有更早的伤。

 

    “你伤在哪我又不是不知道。“直截了当地止住对方意图造势反驳的言语,对对方每一寸每一毫都一清二楚的自己怎么可能不知道哪些是新伤,哪些是旧痕。

 

    说不过心爱的人的Shaw放弃了掩饰,催促对方gkd。(大家的心声)

 

       “喏,丝巾蒙上。”Shaw裸露着身子迈着光溜溜的腿走到那堆玩具里拿出了黑色的丝巾,绑住了眼睛。然后在Root的提醒下,完全信任地走到床前。

 

    看到对方一侧的神情,若Root身体还在,此刻一定是如狐狸一样看着猎物露出狡猾又亮晶晶的光芒。Shaw的房间只有一侧装了摄像头,所以她也只能看到一侧,应该360度无死角装满高清摄像头的,还有一些感应设备也得买一套。这样才能完全观察到对方的表情和反应,然后做出应对啊。辅之以计算,几乎对对方的需求达到了细致入微的地步。看来有些人真的不知道如今的自己能让她幸福到哪种程度吧。

 

    那等人高的物体是一个类人的机器人,没完全达到人类的皮肤肌理,只是非晶合金皮肤,导电性良好,灵敏度高,基本单元是柔性应变传感器,然后外面穿了件凉丝丝的纱织制品。除了大件之外,还有其他一些小的物件,她可是为了某人的幸福刻意改造过的,安了各种传感器,配置以程序,只是为了更好知道Shaw的反应而已。

 

    那机器扔过来一个冰凉凉的东西,“匡呛”一声。特工听着声音来源灵敏地接住,迅捷的力量在手臂上的肌肉曲线完美的展示。

 

    “铐上。”

 

    听话地把双手铐在床头,然后轻轻挣了挣,铃铃脆响。

 

    “某人很听话嘛。”

 

    “不听话你要惩罚我吗?”哦,有人在试探自己的底线。

 

    “我惩罚你,你很兴奋吗?像我们初次见面一样?”

 

    “如今那种程度于我,可不算惩罚哦。”双臂无法自由活动的人语气却愈发恶劣。

 

    “呵,希望你待会还嚣张得起来。Sameen。”

 

    蒙住眼睛的人此刻沉浸在黑暗里,却兴奋地期待着。因而失去了视觉,听觉补偿使得她清楚地知晓房间里的每一个动静。Root的机器人在玩具盒里挑挑拣拣,最后把某件小物件在手里抛了接住,然后令人头皮发麻的震动声传来。

 

    “这个产品是不是不合格,声音挺大的。”嚣张的人完全不惧这声响大背后的力量,如品味美食一般轻松地指出不足。

 

    “声音大才会让别人听到嘛,某人会因为大家都知道自己这个岁数了还随身携带玩具而羞耻吗?”

 

    床上身体大张的人以行为作了回答,她可是不是那样矜持拘谨的人。耸了耸肩表示任你来。


TBC


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羞涩,接下来一章和本人毫无关系!狗头。

zoe

肖根-处处吻(纯糖版)

第一次剪肖根,正好赶上六一,随手就剪了两个版本。这个是纯糖无刀版,可以放心食用👇

https://b23.tv/NCXHOm 

第一次剪肖根,正好赶上六一,随手就剪了两个版本。这个是纯糖无刀版,可以放心食用👇

https://b23.tv/NCXHOm 

LiatheLiar

POI剪辑|六一特供|主肖根|小分队全员出镜|续集

肖根/小分队/续集:就让剧情缓缓改变 

戳⬆️链接看六一节POI视频哦~

多多一次靠你我重演

多多一集上集就如排练

多多一集让你我如愿


然而

现实是混乱间分别后没有力气再走

现实是日夜只懂念旧没有办法放手

现实是各自 各一边


容祖儿这首歌字字句句都让我想起小分队和肖根

祝大家六一快乐~

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肖根/小分队/续集:就让剧情缓缓改变 

戳⬆️链接看六一节POI视频哦~

多多一次靠你我重演

多多一集上集就如排练

多多一集让你我如愿


然而

现实是混乱间分别后没有力气再走

现实是日夜只懂念旧没有办法放手

现实是各自 各一边


容祖儿这首歌字字句句都让我想起小分队和肖根

祝大家六一快乐~

zoe

肖根-处处吻(6.1特别版)

新人第一次剪视频,熬了一个多礼拜尽力了…

只是想给我喜欢的cp做点东西出来,喜欢的还请三连,有建议的评论区一起讨论~

https://b23.tv/MylrJA 

新人第一次剪视频,熬了一个多礼拜尽力了…

只是想给我喜欢的cp做点东西出来,喜欢的还请三连,有建议的评论区一起讨论~

https://b23.tv/MylrJA 

thewarmestblue

【疑犯追踪/肖根】你走之后 我还是忘不了你 你还是我的光芒——有虐慎入

Bgm: Lemon

【疑犯追踪/肖根】你走之后 我还是忘不了你 你还是我的光芒——有虐慎入

Bgm: Lemon

thewarmestblue

【疑犯追踪/肖根】超A帅气高燃踩点

Bgm:Hit and Run

【疑犯追踪/肖根】超A帅气高燃踩点

Bgm:Hit and Run

阿根是只小狐狸

谁说机器身就不能开车了(3)

“是我,Sameen。”


安静了瞬息。像是没有发生过一样。


女人剑拔弩张的气势在此刻瞬间委耸下来,像是泥土混水的建筑在风干瞬间化为齑粉消散垮掉。不可置信地,她站起来,喉咙动了动,想说什么,却没有发出任何声音,她听不见自己的声音,看不见周围一切,她不在意,没什么好在意的。Shaw死死盯着身前的收音机,棕红色的机身油漆在灯光下反射着轮廓的光线,此刻这近半百平方的空间静悄悄的,没有丝毫声音,她躬身站立在其中,明明才几步距离的自己仿佛是在面对神明。不信神明的自己,在三年前的某一天开始,祈祷盼望着自己成为无论哪一个神明的信徒,只要有人可以满足自己的愿望,无论神魔,付出灵魂还是血肉,杀戮还是救...

“是我,Sameen。”


安静了瞬息。像是没有发生过一样。


女人剑拔弩张的气势在此刻瞬间委耸下来,像是泥土混水的建筑在风干瞬间化为齑粉消散垮掉。不可置信地,她站起来,喉咙动了动,想说什么,却没有发出任何声音,她听不见自己的声音,看不见周围一切,她不在意,没什么好在意的。Shaw死死盯着身前的收音机,棕红色的机身油漆在灯光下反射着轮廓的光线,此刻这近半百平方的空间静悄悄的,没有丝毫声音,她躬身站立在其中,明明才几步距离的自己仿佛是在面对神明。不信神明的自己,在三年前的某一天开始,祈祷盼望着自己成为无论哪一个神明的信徒,只要有人可以满足自己的愿望,无论神魔,付出灵魂还是血肉,杀戮还是救赎,但没有任何来自上帝的回应。她此时像是一生朝拜的信徒,在生命的终点以为此生就这样活在人间地狱里,却在最后一刻转身对人世留有余念的瞬间,神明自上苍降临,只一步,她就可以碰触到希望,却也同时坠落深渊。她感受到此刻的自己不可置信的恐惧和压抑不住的期待,又像是泡沫般幻境,神经在反复碾压,在生死的天平上微微倾斜,数万次与死神临近的任务都没有此次来得让她不可遏制地无法坚定。Shaw不敢再往前走,手在颤抖,脸色也忍不住开始像易碎的瓷器一般,她此刻控制不住的自己的情绪,是内心的防线在崩塌,她听见心脏在不停地阵动,灵魂像是出窍,她无法思考下一步,甚至无法思考。在重复了近千个日夜的生死离别阴阳相隔的想念和近乎幻念的相逢设想,这一场景成为一种刻入灵魂、本能的期待,而变作本能的实现,教人怀疑堕落幻想。

 

“呆了?”调笑的声音此刻语气微微上挑,尾音像是在手掌心勾画的绒毛,痒到人心底。Shaw的眼神终于捕捉到焦点,她感受灵魂的战栗在此刻终于汇聚,近乎0几率的事件发生,她却觉得没什么不可能,哪怕她亲眼见到遗体,过了三年行尸走肉的生活。

 

“没有,没有,我……”她紧张到语无伦次,走上前抓住收音机,肌肉紧绷着,又像是怕捏疼了这木质外壳的机械立马松了松。

 

“傻子。”收音机的声音再次传出,一如这三年来耳朵里的音色,却莫名地有温暖的质感。

 

“没有!!!你……”气急败坏怕对方再次调笑自己,她无力反驳着。对方邻牙利齿的,她可斗不过。

 

“我怎么了嘛。见到我不高兴吗,怎么都不会说好听话了,比如很想我,或者说没有我暖过的床,你睡不着。”

 

“你!我……我很想你。”本不愿对方就这样调戏得逞,但久旱了三年的念想就这样在对方刻意柔和下来的进击中甘心退败下来,惶恐不安的心此刻需要借着久别的表白来镇定,来一次次证明不是梦境。

 

“磁……”这样直白的言语十分少见,让收音机里的声音就此类似错愕一般只剩呼吸声。然后下一刻终于破冰一般,笑出声来。

 

“我也是。我想你了。”Root说到。

 

Shaw眼眶通红。长途朝拜的信徒在此刻握住了神明主动伸过来的手,颤抖又坚定。久别重逢,隔着人世两端终于超越生死在此灵魂归一。她想呼唤,想奔跑,想喧嚣着叫天底下所有人知道此刻自己的心情,太过不可思议。但她最后安静下来,坐在床上,像是珍宝握着收音机,目光柔和,和无数次与那人对视一样。

 

“啊。”许久失联的声音出现在耳畔。和收音机里的不再一样。TM在失去了Shaw的通讯之后,和不知名AI斗智斗勇了一整个下午,终于挤进这两人温存的一刻。然后一副排除所有不可能剩下的再怎么不可置信也是真实般“露出”了原来如此的“表情”。然后因为不好意思破坏这两人世界的一刻只能尴尬也是原来果然如此发出了声音,刻意不再用换了三年的声音。

 

“两个呆子。”

 

“我不是。”电子音立马反驳。她可是这世间最厉害的AI。哦,不一定了,Root让她花了半小时的时间破解防火墙,她要重新评估下自己和Root谁更厉害了。过分!TM暗戳戳地想,Root获取了她Father写的部分核心代码和自己这几年学习进化的部分核心代码。同源的她们本就不相上下,而Root还有人类“狡猾”的智慧,不过后者在网络攻防方面没有什么优势,本质上,她们的实力是一样的。她觉得自己运行起来更加欢快流畅了,这可能是人类说的“快乐”。她期待想着,和人越来越相似是她的目标,也是她能够像Father期待的一样,不是只想着如何让结果利益最大化,而是更多地为人类思考。她本就生而为了人。

 

“我很高兴你回来了,Root。”TM一音一音说着,然后机器音在最后加速了起来,音调上调,表明了自己的欢快。

 

“我也是,你越来越棒了。要不是我本来就寄居在你的核心代码里面,我都没法把你关在外面长达半小时。”十分自豪的语调。

 

“我去了,不妨碍你们小别新欢。”声音揶揄。

 

TM的声音消失的那一瞬间,一双眼睛又锁住了那个泛着光弧的收音机。一人一机,就这样隔空“望着”。多么可笑,多么可惜,却又无比珍贵。

 

“Root。”这一声隔了一千多个日夜,刻入本能的称呼,在每个夜深人静独自舔舐伤口的夜晚里从未叫出声,兀自在脑海里唤了千万遍。

 

“我想你了,很想很想。我以为…….你就这样离开了。你怎么这么狠心,让我看你就躺在那里。这么爱逞强。那天我要是不听你的话和你在一起,就不会…….”心急的人热切而又自责地说着话,音调的颤抖掩盖不住过了隔了三年多的害怕,失去了的痛苦像是身体胸腔腹腔被掏空,每日浑噩颠倒不知日夜。

 

“Sweetie。对不起,我回来晚了。”Root打断Shaw的自责,当初在叫她走的的时候,自己就已经知道这一结局。不,应该有TM随身的她,早早就知晓了自己的结局。必死的结局,所以她才抱着侥幸的心理,支开她。看到心爱的人满身是血身体冷冰倒在她的面前,还不如等她回来的时候,看到一块碑。她有点残忍,可还是只能这样做。但她估算错误了,她心爱的Shaw还是看到了说不出话,半点反应都不会有的自己,直挺挺躺在那,躺在阴冷潮湿的地方,知道这事的时候,她自己也想骂死自己。因为太过心疼,她才心急火燎地掐着点赶回来。她要回来可不容易,但还是赶上了。

 

“我可很久没有放松下来了。我要罚你。”向来不肯在气势上低头的女人难得软化了棱角,像一只被抛弃了又追寻了许久未曾停下的头狼,疲累地讨要主人的安慰,饥渴藏在腹腔中伺机而动,却狡猾地先领要福利,安抚日夜奔波的心。

 

“好,你想怎样都行。”


TBC


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补充了一下上次没放上来的后续,上次说是卡肉了,其实也不是,是进入肉的过渡有点卡顿,仔细一想,其实不用纠结直接过了就好。


Meetcha_Ye
I wanna feel lo...

I wanna feel love.

I want to be loved.

Just because of you.

I wanna feel love.

I want to be loved.

Just because of you.

thewarmestblue

【疑犯追踪/肖根】why don't you stay-soldier 剧情向剪辑

【疑犯追踪/肖根】why don't you stay-soldier 剧情向剪辑

阿根是只小狐狸

谁说机器身就不能开车了(1)

    加了一些细节。

    由于看poi的时间太久了,部分人物比如TM会有ooc预警。部分细节和原剧情可能会有出入,加上每个人对剧情理解的不同,可能会有些许出入。尽量遵从原剧来作续。

    这个故事是小撒被干掉后的故事,背景是三年后。肖根还是最主要的cp,cp粉绝不拆cp。哪怕我的cp be了,多年后为了磕糖我自己都要把自己甜死。


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    加了一些细节。

    由于看poi的时间太久了,部分人物比如TM会有ooc预警。部分细节和原剧情可能会有出入,加上每个人对剧情理解的不同,可能会有些许出入。尽量遵从原剧来作续。

    这个故事是小撒被干掉后的故事,背景是三年后。肖根还是最主要的cp,cp粉绝不拆cp。哪怕我的cp be了,多年后为了磕糖我自己都要把自己甜死。


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2019.12.05下午凌晨,纽约街头,一个身着黑色呢绒大衣的女人坐在街边的咖啡座漫不经心抿嘴吸吮马克杯里的液体,眼神放荡不羁,带着无所谓却有许戾气的神态。

 

“Shaw,你该不会是不高兴了吧。”

 

耳边传来了那个该死的熟悉声,完全没有丝毫的机械音,若非声音起伏的幅度与以往几近一摸一样,真要让她觉得是那个酷炫狂拽的女人了。

 

“没有。”冷调的语气否认了陈诉句。

 

“你在想我,不是吗?”声音再一次响起,带着调皮和微扬的语调。

 

“呵,谁想你了。自作多情。”

 

这声音简直完美复制,知晓她内心的所要,便连语气和语调也完美复制,停顿和明显的调情语气,还有若隐若无故作的低沉。她不介意把假当真,也只能当真,否则怎么挨过这一天,怎么压抑心里此刻叫嚣的痛苦。她选择回应,自欺欺人,似自虐又放过自己般一次次回应耳旁的声音,像极了刀尖角逐的舞者,引逗对方来刺杀自己,一遍遍把心往对方刀剑上递,不顾脚底鲜血淋漓,只求对方能满足自己虚妄的幻想。真实和虚假在此刻混为一体,不死不休。只有疼痛才能叫她知晓现实,却偏偏一次次甘愿陷入虚妄。

 

原本打算在酒精里度过一天,却偏偏TM要在这天扰她清净。无所谓的脸此刻满是愤懑,仿佛下一秒就要让人鼻青脸肿。盯完这一个,她就该一醉方休了。没有说出为什么要盯一个完全没有任何危险的女人,也查不出任何施害和被害可能的线索。她从昨晚凌晨跟踪这个棕色长卷发的女人一直到现在,才堪堪喘口气喝杯咖啡。她觉得这个女人目前为止最大的危险是熬夜猝死,或者突如其来被车撞死,总之找不到其他蛛丝马迹。但TM总不能连随机危险都要她来帮忙避免吧。脑门上的血管再一次隐隐跳动,觉察到她此刻心情十分不爽的声音再一次出声。

 

“快结束了,耐心点,sweetie。”

 

“这可前所未有。Samaritan的余党可都清除完了,这女人家庭美满,生活和谐幸福,查不出任何有可能置她于死地的因素,也没发现她有任何试图危害社会的倾向。要不是你一贯不出错,我都怀疑是Samaritan人卷土重来了。”

 

“你也觉得这女人很不错?”声音为了安抚这明显不耐烦的大狼狗,语气轻松揶揄了起来,调笑着的声音尾端突然夹杂着从未有过的电流声。很微弱,但一贯听力出奇的特工此刻完全捕捉到了。

 

“你信号不好吗?”

 

“没有。可能是部分代码出了点bug。”

 

“你也会出bug?不是没有人能攻进你的系统吗?”

 

“目前来讲没有人。但理论上是没有无法攻溃的程序的。我自己能搞定,倒是你还没回答我的问题。”

 

“这女人不错干我什么事。该不会……. 你不是机器吗,怎么管起我的事来了。是Finch叫你这么做的吗?他还真当自己是我爸啊。”嘴里说着是机器,可仍然在醉酒时分迷糊间和脑海里的这个声音喃喃述说着往事。所谓往事指的什么当然不言而喻。她————TM是最接近Root的人,拥有她的声音,注视过往的她的一切,知晓她所有的事,掌握她所有的信息,就连一些她们之间隐秘的事,TM也知晓一二,还能一起谈论。Shaw曾吐槽Root何故和代码聊那种事,虽然TM在心里不只是代码和机器,是亲人。但对着一个没有实体,存在于光纤电缆里的声音,她实在不知道TM是怎么去理解她们的床笫之欢。它能有人类那种欢愉到了极点脑袋空白一切全身战栗的感受吗,它能理解到生死不休也要进行这种人类本能的运动吗,它能明白一旦进入某种状态人的逻辑理智都会崩塌的原理吗?Root看着她露出迷茫疑惑又略微嘲讽的脸,踢了她一脚,说是踢,却拿皮质高跟鞋的鞋尖在她的大腿上若无其事般蹭了一下,饶痒痒似的,却让某个刚刚未能餍足的狼狗再次张开不满的爪牙,她是故意的。Root知道Shaw不满的根本原因在于,TM是Finch的儿子。Shaw是个敢怼天怼地的人,便是Finch在面前也敢面不改色谈情说爱,泰然自若般仿佛这些事本就天经地义。和TM谈论就如同赤裸地和Finch这种养生老年人士谈论蹦极和滑翔翼的快感,只会被日常念叨不可过纵,耳茧子都出来了。但是牛排钱掌握在谁手里,她还是很有自知之明的。所以只能暗戳戳使些“阴险”手段表达不满,例如在Finch的办公桌电脑键盘前吃面包屑。

 

“Father没有叫我这么做。是我觉得你需要。”

 

一听到和记忆深处的女人一样的声音称呼Finch为Father,脑袋里自行替换了那瘦高却又曼妙婀娜的身姿,挥着大长腿咬着红苹果,斜眼邪魅叫着老学究打扮的男人作father,难以想象那邪气侧露的女人会自豪地喊着Father。不可抑制笑了,眼角也在多年平淡和冷硬中柔和了起来,微微翘起,荡开那在回忆和幻想里的丝丝甜蜜,沁入骨髓和心扉,却又被回忆深处的血红止住,更加浓重的苦楚漫上心头。

 

“我有什么好需要的。”眼角再次被悲痛染上,却由于本身性格被熨烫平稳,若非深知她的反社会型人格的声音差点又信以为真。father教会它分辨善恶和做出判断,却没完全教会它人类的情感。即便豆豆之前夸过它几乎和深爱它的女人没什么区别。但这个几乎就说明,它其实还差了很远。可能人类情感是它最难以学会的东西吧,因为没有逻辑可言。可它的一切行为准则只依靠逻辑,不能以科学解释的它都无法理解,只能以大数据来分析判断。可这世间大部分人是会遵循大数据下分析出来的规律,可它碰上的它深爱的这群人,都不是普通人,有着不同于大数据下的情感行为。它实在搞不懂,但目前为止靠数据规律分析没有出任何差错。行为有迹可循,至于思想里隐藏的情感如何,它还得继续学习。

 

“你最近的行为显示你的精神状态持续下降,你该看心理医生或者交个新朋友。”

 

“是不是自己能做主之后就翅膀硬了,给你father安排心理医生还不够,非要给我介绍对象。”

 

“三年了,Sameen。你不是那种放不下的人,她也不愿你一直如此,行尸走肉。”

 

“我总觉得你和人类没什么区别。这话说的。”

 

明显地转移了话题的女人没有丝毫心虚,却在对面女人看过来那一瞬间失了神。三年,三年算什么。能不能放下又算什么,不是自己放不下,是那个狐狸一样狡猾的女人无时不刻不出现在自己的脑海里,无论酒精麻痹还是药物麻醉,都无法停止想念。是当年七千多次模拟过于刻骨铭心,还是这女人在以残忍又轻易的方式死去之后非要自己不能忘怀。你看看,连安排的相亲对象的发色都和她扮演过的发色一样。

 

如果是TM听到了内心独白,可能会以她魂牵梦萦的声音笑出来,Root扮演的角色不下百个,发色发型也种种不一,这街上随便拉个人都可以说是相似的。”回想”起那个深爱它的女人,它也觉得自己的代码都同样地染上了回忆的气息。人类触觉和描述出来和文字总是有些不协调。它只知道是神经末梢感受到的机械刺激,何谓阳光般的感觉,何谓痛到不可自抑,又何谓绝望。它没法翻译成对应的准确的语言和代码,但它知道它选择的声音的主人看着这故作坚强,靠酒精和任务麻痹自己的女人会流泪难过。它知道自己会因为father危险而自作主张,绕开管理员权限直接给出指令,也会因为怕小分队任何一个人太过悲伤为他们安排心理医生,但还是觉得不够。它想,它若是能复刻一具身体,然后将它所记录下的Root的数据全部导入,它可以近乎以假乱真地以Root地身份给他们安慰。可惜,它没有Root的全部感情,哪怕它拥有关于Root的全部资料和信息,包括dna和所有行为分析数据。行为可以分析出行为,但是根本原因在于情感,它比Samaritan更懂情感,所以它赢了,但比起人类,它还是个孩童。

 

“我和人类还是有区别的,虽然我希望没有。”以惯有的嚣张自信的声音说下这话,语气莫名也染上了失落。如果TM有具象化的身体的话,自己是愿意摸摸它的脑袋说没关系的。

 

“你很棒了。只是没有谁能代替谁。”

 

声音不再说话,像极了人类思考的沉默。只是偶尔却传来极其微弱的电流声,几不可闻。像极了现实无奈的叹息,更像是自己不甘放下内心回忆的挣扎。

 

“也许,我真的得向前看。以前的我,是不会有这种别扭的牵牵扯扯的感情,当断则断才是我。都怪那个人,她改变了我,却没有一直陪着我。”突然有了凉意,后知后觉是泪湿了眼角。桀骜不羁的女人匆匆抹去了液体,然后尽职尽责地继续任务。却想起来,这次任务的主题不同以往。就在她准备起身结账离开的时候,对面重色长卷发的女人一手插裤边口袋,一手伸到她的面前。

 

循着那一样细腻白皙的手臂,如出一致的纤细瘦削,指尖是一方纸巾。

 

“嗨,给你。”没有搭讪的前奏,箭中靶心地直截了当,像极了那个女人,面对她从不扭捏作态,而是在体贴里看似委婉却直来直往。她知道自己喜欢这种方式,而她们之间的气场也理应是这种方式。感觉到了该滚床单就滚床单,哪怕上一秒还是剑拔弩张,感情到了该以吻表白便表白,即便枪林弹雨傍身,下一秒阴阳相隔。人与人之间,感情很玄乎,毫无逻辑的理应,可这理无因可循,却应情而生。

 

       “谢谢。”坚强不容他人觉察自己软弱内心的大锤来不及掩饰自己,只得直面面前这除了发色却无一相似的女人。在对方温和的眼神里,无从所适想要回应微笑,却不知如何做起。就在尴尬悄无声息却明显弥漫开来之时,咖啡卡座前方的复古吊灯突然闪烁了几下,戛然炸开,火星四溅。在这瞬息之间,来不及反应的女人循着本能朝和Shaw的相反方向后退几步。

       

Shaw在意外中毫发无伤,连内心都无甚波澜,这距离恰到好处不会使得日常枪炮声作伴的前ISA特工有任何惊吓。但思及对面是个普通人,这算足够惊吓的意外应该会心惊胆战一会,她站了起来。若是平常自己是不会理睬此类普通小型的意外,但考虑到这是TM的担忧用心,她还是决定安慰下这明显被吓到的女人。

       

“你没事吧?”

       

话音刚落,耳朵里丝丝哑哑的声音传来,以为是电流声的Shaw没有理睬。该让Finch看看这TM最近怎么了。它总说自己能解决,确实TM解决不了的话连Finch也无可奈何,但她还是想告诉Finch一起看看是为何。之后微弱却明显了很多的声音稍稍刺耳,当空停顿后戛然消失。

像是正常了很多,心里却怅然若空。


 

TBC

風間稚鵼

【肖根】她和她的猫

*第一人称shaw视角

*其实只是之前忘了发的随笔


Root不在这里。

两小时前自己徒手解决了因吸毒过量而致幻的瘾君子,顶着烈日与缠人的燥热回到图书馆,将手枪按在茶几上触手可及的地方,靠着松软的沙发垫放松地坐下。但很快一向如野兽敏锐的神经便察觉到气氛中一丝不同于平日的异样,不由得将目光放至四周寻找缘由。摄像头的红灯间断闪烁,书架与书本整齐有序,一切都很正常没有丝毫入侵的痕迹,甚至有点过分安静...

Well,Where is Bear?

从回来到发觉Bear的消失仅仅花了不到两分钟,但在之后的十秒内突然明白了一切异样的源头,它令自己下意识皱起眉——


Where is Root...

*第一人称shaw视角

*其实只是之前忘了发的随笔


Root不在这里。

两小时前自己徒手解决了因吸毒过量而致幻的瘾君子,顶着烈日与缠人的燥热回到图书馆,将手枪按在茶几上触手可及的地方,靠着松软的沙发垫放松地坐下。但很快一向如野兽敏锐的神经便察觉到气氛中一丝不同于平日的异样,不由得将目光放至四周寻找缘由。摄像头的红灯间断闪烁,书架与书本整齐有序,一切都很正常没有丝毫入侵的痕迹,甚至有点过分安静...

Well,Where is Bear?

从回来到发觉Bear的消失仅仅花了不到两分钟,但在之后的十秒内突然明白了一切异样的源头,它令自己下意识皱起眉——


Where is Root?


在之前的一个月里,每天的外勤结束后迎上来的总是那个,带着甜美笑容一脸温情的名为Root的女人。如果她棕色的眸子里没有闪烁着狡黠的话,自己也许会愿意接受她的殷勤,但她从头到脚就是一枝散发着危险气息的毒玫瑰。

现在Root并没有照常出现在自己的视野里,没有甜腻的问候也没有迎面的香气。懒散地坐回沙发里,漫不经心地抓起桌上那盘苹果中最显眼的一个放在嘴边啃下一块,果味的清香扑面而来填补了内心短暂的空白。


Root在不在管我什么事?思及至此忍不住翻了白眼。


如果一定要说,相信自己更希望她不要出现,省得每一次要向她翻白眼或是无奈地叹息,还要抑制住想给对方一拳的莫名焦躁。

Root不由分说的亲近或是戏谑调笑起初令自己的每一根神经跳动在愤怒的边缘,如果不是Finch的一再劝说,我保证这个女人早已开不了口。不知是有恃无恐还是胆大妄为,她似乎开始变本加厉地碰触自己的领域,无视着自己眸中深藏的怒火甚至称之为迷人的冷焰。


Damn it.


停留在窗边的眼神透着冰冷,面色不悦地狠狠咬下一大口苹果快速咀嚼,像是要把记忆中对Root的不满全部当成食物撕成碎片。

一阵窸窣声穿越阴暗的走道传至耳内,霎时调动起周身特有的危机感,旋即握紧枪柄上膛转身将枪口对准来向,但视野中空无一人。苹果沿着沙发边缘无声滚落在地毯上,手边传来毛绒温软的触感,一声轻柔的猫叫打破了整座屋的寂静。


差点忘了,Root前些日子带回来一只猫。


大概是平时畏于Bear龇牙咧嘴的恐吓,这只猫咪很少出现在大厅,现在头号大敌外出,它也终于可以霸占这片地方。放下戒备和手中冰冷的枪,伸出手小心地试着把猫抱起来放在腿上,庆幸它没有执拗地送给自己几道抓痕。

不是很喜欢猫。在人们口中这个物种并不忠诚也不强大,疏远背叛一类的负面形容往往指代它们。沉默着与这只姜黄色的猫咪对视,它有着和主人一样的瞳色,双眸深处闪动灵动的光。相视数秒隐约带来Root就化身在猫身上的错觉,下意识迅速移开目光,挠着猫儿下巴细腻的毛长叹一口气。

天色渐黑,本就少见阳光的图书馆内变得昏黄暗淡,坐在逐渐笼罩而来的黑暗中没有开灯的欲望,行在暗处的人从不畏惧黑夜。Finch和Reese一起去拯救号码还没有回来,他们带着Bear,目前没有任何需要支援的信号,这意味着自己可以安稳地坐上一夜。抱着猫百无聊赖地按开电视机,屏幕里不断变化的画面在眼中一闪而过不留印象。


如果Root像往常一样在这里会怎么样?


随着幻灯片般的无聊节目一页页翻过,脑海中不自觉地生起这个念头,没脾气地翻了白眼暗骂自己是不是傻了,但却无法让思绪顺利地收回,而是沿着荒唐的想法曲折地开始了思索。

她一定会游走在沙发附近等待机会靠近,想出千奇百怪的方式吸引眼神落在她身上,继而故意刺激自己与她搭话,或是没好气地叫她闭嘴。

意外地发觉自己竟能将这些用烂的把戏记得一清二楚,就差Root亲自在面前表演一遍。而所有记忆的线索渐渐交缠引出了另一个问题:


所以她为什么不回来?


因为机器交给了她更多的任务,还是她遇到了麻烦难以脱身,又或者单纯想出去散步而已?

Stop.

源于本能的抗拒勒令自己停下这种思考,过多的对一个人的想法令一切显得极不正常。不关心除了号码以外的对象,对目标仅了解供任务完成的信息,这两条准则和自己为人的原则完美重叠,因此才没有谁比我更擅长这份工作。不在乎他人,没有普通人复杂的感受,勉强维持好符合社会的道德观,这是一直以来对自己的全面概括。可每当想起关于Root,连环的疑问带着冲动在胸腔与脑海中碰撞,与最初原则相矛盾的怒火仿佛将自己点燃,炙热到原本冰冷的心无法承受。

因此必须清楚自己的立场。


所以Root何时回来和我并没有关系。


电视的左上角跳出了新一轮的整点报时,20:00.

拆开最后一袋薯片,双脚搭上茶几换上半躺的姿势有一眼没一眼地看着节目,黑暗中闪烁的屏幕令人昏昏欲睡。处理号码占用了睡眠的数个小时,其实可以选择回到自己的公寓无忧地休息,而不是在这个空无一人的据点浪费时间。身旁蜷成一团的猫此刻也开始不安地躁动,跳下沙发围绕桌子走着圈,带点委屈的叫声不时传入耳畔。


有其主必有其猫。


这样的想法突然出现并非没有道理,挑起眉看看那只心神不宁的猫自顾自耸了耸肩。

“你在等她,是么?”

不知道从哪里来的兴趣,竟让自己对着一只宠物开口说话。见它当真停下了步伐扭头看过来,彼此的视线再次毫无预料地重合交错,凭着微弱的荧光凝视它那双冷淡不惊的眸子,这一次恍惚觉得那并不像Root的眼睛。就像适当的呼唤能吸引Bear的好感,猫也不例外——它重新跳回沙发迈着优雅的猫步卧在身侧,抬起手替它轻顺着身上绵软的毛发。

不是很想回公寓,原因不明,也无所谓知晓,大概是为了这只猫,它看上去挺喜欢自己。最后一袋薯片已经见底,已经没有其他的东西能够令自己平静地坐在这里。斜靠在松软的沙发上,幸好此刻睡意再也止不住地涌入脑海,侵占了每一寸清醒的神经,先前还眨着的眼皮已经疲惫得难以开启,手边的猫似乎也没了动静,也许是比自己先一步做起了梦。

那就睡吧,今晚过得不太寻常所以没有比这更好的选择。再睁开眼的时候也许日子又恢复如常,不是吗?



End.

云颂

Reese the Killer - the dog walker

AU(Hit Man by Lawrence Block)

Reese & Finch, Root/Shaw


When Reese took Bear back to the apartment, the phone justsounded. Reese pressed the answer button, and the signal came from Kara,”Hello, lover, Mark missed you. You’d better come to Yonkers for a while.”

“Okay.”

After Reese hung up Kara...

AU(Hit Man by Lawrence Block)

Reese & Finch, Root/Shaw


When Reese took Bear back to the apartment, the phone justsounded. Reese pressed the answer button, and the signal came from Kara,”Hello, lover, Mark missed you. You’d better come to Yonkers for a while.”

“Okay.”

After Reese hung up Kara’s phone, he dialed another number,”Hi, Finch, this is John Reese, I’m going out of town this afternoon, it maytake one or two weeks. I hope that you can come over to take care of Bear forthese days.”

“No problem, Mr. Reese, I will go there this afternoon.”

Reese had left when Finch arrived at his apartment. There’san envelope placed on the table next to the door. ”Finch” was written in boldletters on the envelope, and a thick piece of cash was in the envelope. Bearshould be turning around the table for a while, now he rushed to Finch happilyas soon as he saw him.

“Good boy, Bear.”

 

Harold Finch, who was hired by Reese two months ago to walkhis dog, yes, walking the dog.

Reese’s work is generally not busy, but he always goes outof town from time to time, perhaps across the ocean by flight. He hasn’t had adog before, but he has to take of Bear since he brought him back. However,Reese cannot take care of Bear when he is at work. Two months ago, Reese wentto Indiana for business, he sent Bear to a dog hotel, when he was back, hefound Bear suffered a lot, from that time on, Reese made up his mind that hewouldn’t make Bear unhappy like that again.

 

Finch advertised on the web to find a job, "walking thedog, watering the flowers, responsible professionals to do it for you",yes, Harold Finch is the middle-aged invisible rich man who gets bored to regular things and wantsto treat his social phobia. In the end, he came up with such a good idea ofwatering the flowers and walking the dog, do not need directly facing thecustomers, as long as looking after the customers’ cats, dogs and plants whenthey are out or inconvenient, what a great start! 

However, what Finch didn’t expect is that offering theservice of watering flowers and walking dogs is quite a competition. He didn’tfind the right employer at first. You know the employers usually preferred someyoung and energetic girls instead of him, a middle-aged cripple. “oh, dear,your leg seems not convenient, Petty sometimes is too crazy for you to walk.”

It doesn’t work for a few times. Until two months ago, Finchreceived a call from Reese. The voice on the phone was low and slightly hoarse,anyway, it was a very charming male voice, asking, ”Harold Finch?”

 “Yes, sir. “

“Mr. Finch, I read your resume on the website. Do you stilloffer the service of walking the dog?”

“Yes, of course, of course.”

Finch was nervous when he first met with Reese and Bear. Itwasn’t because of his social fears, but that Reese and Bear were both a bit notin his imagination. Bear is an adult Belgian Malinois, very vigilant, notfriendly to strangers. As to Reese, at the beginning, Finch even did not knowhow to describe Reese, silent and cold, a handsome man in dangerous occupations?

Finch noticed the dangerous trait of Reese, which almostmade him a bee in his bonnet, “oh, God, he might be a killer.”

"Bear, gann zitten." Reese was gaving orders toBear. When the dog sat quietly, he turned around and said to Finch, "Mr.Finch, I saw your gardening certificate on the web, but I have no flowers to be watered, what you need to do is only taking care of Bear. Besides he will get areal bad temper when being hungry, in general, Bear is a good dog. He canunderstand English, but if you want to give him orders, you have to speakDutch."

“Dutch? I learned it when I was in college. Lucky me, Ithink I haven’t forgotten it all."

"That sounds good," Reese nodded with a faintsmile showing on his face, which made Finch even more nervous. God, it seemedthat he wanted this job too much, or Said that his social phobia was moreserious.

They went to walk the dog together that afternoon. Reesethought that Finch had to get familiar with Bear as soon as possible, so theyhad an agreement that Finch would take a walk with Bear on Wednesday morningand Friday afternoon, each time for one hour, by doing this Finch can earn $100a week. And If Reese is out of town, Finch has to take care of Bear's dailylife, for $100 a day.

The price was very good, in fact much higher than thosegeneral in market. Finch expressed his gratitude at the time, but Reese apparentlydid not take it as something important, "Bear looks to like you,Finch."

Reese is a man of few words. In fact, he didn’t have muchcommunication with Finch, except for the first time he went to walk the dogwith him. However, that was enough for Finch. Finch had to admit that he wasinexplicably nervous when he faced Mr. Reese, which he would blame to they are beingunfamiliar. But when he saw in the park, there were always ladies who cameforward to Mr. Handsome, after Bear’s name, he would unconsciously take a sighof relief, “Who knows, Mr. Handsome chose a middle-aged cripple to walk the dogfor himself, instead of preferring young girls like most of the employers. Itprobably implies that he does not want to be involved in any love affairs."

 

Reese certainly does not want to be involved in any loveaffairs, which is because of his profession, on the other hand is because ofJessica.

Regarding Jessica, it was a long and sad story. As for Reese’sprofession, yes, Mr. Finch's intuition was correct, Reese is a killer, a professionalcontract killer.

 

Reese called a taxi to the train station and took the trainto Yonkers.

Mark Snow bought a beautiful house in Yonkers. In the pasttwo years, he was getting so bald to become more and more disliked to appear inthe city. He stayed in the house of Yonkers all day long and seemed to havefound himself kind of psychological compensation. When Reese arrived, Kara wasalready sitting in Mark's beautiful courtyard. She was said to have stoppeddrinking, and now she drinks tea.

"Would you like a cup of tea, lover?"

"No, thanks, coffee is fine for me."

"What about your wonder dog? You should bring him here,Mark may be willing to look after him."

"I don't think it's necessary. Someone is looking afterhim already."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes," Reese answered very quickly. He didn't seemto be willing to talk with Kara about this topic, and Kara didn't ask much more,"Mark is upstairs. He waited for you for a while. Listen, if you want, Ithink I can go with you this time."

Reese went upstairs to talk to Snow for about twentyminutes. When he came down, Kara poured herself another cup of ice tea."What would you say?"

"I can do it by myself, Kara, I think your back officework is equally outstanding."

"Well, John, remember to bring me next time."

"No problem, for the next time."

 

In the evening, Reese took a Lufthansa flight to Vienna atJFK and stopped by in Frankfurt. In Frankfurt, two girls came up on the flight,with their seats in the front row of Reese. Girls now were lifting their luggageto the luggage rack. However, there seemed to be some contradiction betweenthem. The tall girl approached Reese who was sitting in the back row. Shelowered her body and showed a nearly deliberate smile. "Mr, can you pleasedo a little help? This suitcase is a bit heavy."

It is of course no problem to help. Reese stood up and justgot ready to lift the suitcase, but someone was faster than him. The short girlwas so quick lifting the luggage to the luggage rack that no one seems to seewhere she came.

"This is not heavy at all, Samantha."

Then the tall girl named Samantha said to Reese with a bitembarrassment, "I am sorry, sir."

Reese shrugged and showed that he would not care for this.

Throughout the flight, the girls in the front row hadn’t stoptheir small complaints to each other. It was heard that the short girl’s name wasSameen. She was very dissatisfied with the decision that her companion suddenlywanted to go to Vienna, “ Come on, Samantha, the old fat guy was no more thancheating you some money, you don’t need to chase him around the world like astalker. What do you want to do, wasting your life? You know that I still have36 patients on my waiting list in New York.”

OK, this is a couple, Reese assured for this, afterlistening to the nearly two hours’ flirting between them.

After the plane arrived, someone at the airport exit washolding a sign to pick Mr. John Keller from New York. Reese knew that he was topick him up. The guy handed him an envelope with two credit cards and a photoof the target, along with a car key. Very well, even a car has been alreadyrented.

"Frank Fudleyman and his mistress will stay atInterContinental, their room number is 0323, booked for two weeks, I think youknow what to do for the rest, um, I mean, you are the professions."

Reese nodded. He took the envelope and the key, drove fromSchwechat Airport to the InterContinental Hotel, and then stayed in.

Everything went well, except at the Hotel reception, he raninto the girl couple that kept complaining and flirting on the flight. 

"Hi, Mr. ..."

"Keller, John Keller."

"Oh, Mr. Keller, it’s so happy to meet you again."The girl named Samantha was a little bit too enthusiastic. Reese determinedthat the little contradiction between her and her Sameen hadn’t been fixed.However, Reese was not interested in being as an impromptu prop between a youngcouple with love issues. The killer showed a dangerous smile, "ButSamantha, I am pretty sure that your girlfriend will not be very happy."

 

The girls were no more than an irrelevant episode. Reesewent to his room and took a hot bath after travelling across the continent. Ahot bath would do something good to his bad feelings caused by jet lag, andthen reminded him of his old days, taking orders, running around the world, aswell as executing people.  And, there isno better in nowadays, but at least he has had a dog.  

Well, Reese suddenly thought of his dog Bear before he had fallenasleep on the pillow. God knows that how much he wanted to call Bear at thistime. He was sure that Bear would be waiting at the phone.

 “Oh, come on, benormal, John."

Reese slept for almost two hours, and when he got up, hejust caught up with dinner. He saw Fudleyman, the target, in the hotel's steakhouse, and of course along with his mistress. Fudleyman was a fat old man witha strong body as well as a big head. He had a prominent eyebrow, with a lot offlesh in his face. The old man's gold-gray hair combed backwards, but the hairdoes not suit for his head, which made him looking like a clownish old lion.His mistress was petite, had a beautiful face full of exotic flavors, her greeneyes were flickering, seemingly innocent.

Reese's original plan did not take into account the mistress.He would not mind the "kill one get one free" business, if thingsgoes to that direction.  While after thedinner, the killer had some changes in his mind, perhaps he need to find anoccasion that the mistress would not be there.

Reese got up and left the steak house after dinner, andunexpectedly met with Samantha and Sameen. This time Samantha still had an annoyingenthusiasm for Reese, while Sameen immersed herself in her steak, then raisedher head and revealed a dissatisfaction to Reese. Reese laughed, he regrettedthat he hadn’t accept Kara's kindness of asking to come together, if that, heat least wouldn't have to be treated as a jealous and provocative prop bylovers.

However, Reese realized another thing. On the plane, heheard Sameen mentioned that Samantha was chasing a fat old guy all over theworld. Looking back, the position where the tall girl sited was indeed a goodperspective for observing the fat old guy, Fudleyman. Um, the fat old guy, he willsurely be Fudleyman.

After Reese returned to his room, he need not only to figureout how to make the mistress not showing up, but also to ensure that the girlcouple won’t interrupt any of the things. The “kill one get one free” can stillbe accept, however, it is too much for “kill one get three free”. 

 

Samantha, the hacker known as Root called to New York in abad mood, to her Uncle Harold, who was a computer genius and invisiblebillionaire, after she saw the fat old man Fudleyman, who deceived her a lot ofmoney, travelling happily with his mistress in Europe.

"Hi, Harold, are there in the morning in New York? I amin Vienna, Europe. Fudleyman, the old villain is damn happy now, I swear Inever felt so much wanting to find a way to swindle my money back from him."

“Samantha? Are you still tracking that Fudleyman?” Harold’svoice came from the phone with an apparent disagreement for what Samantha wasdoing, then followed by a dog barking on the phone.

“Bear, Hou op.” Finch ordered.

Yes, the hacker Root's uncle is Harold Finch. Now Finch wasbusy feeding Bear foods, which surprised Root at the other end of the phone, "Harold,are you really doing a job of walking dogs? To be honest, I can barely imaginewhat kind of person would hire you to walk the dog."

There came another cheerful barking from the phone, then,Finch’s voice sounded,” Don’t be too much surprised, actually my employer isvery good, a handsome dog-loving person, he pays me $100 a day.”

“Well, you are a lucky dog.” 

“Leave that Fudleyman alone. There should be a lot of goodmen and bad men who want to teach a liar a lesson.  Samantha, you’d better come back to New Yorkearlier. I remembered you had said that Ms. Shaw would be very busy during thistime.” 

“Yah, Sameen is indeed very busy, and she is unhappy with meon this journey.”

“So, come back.  Howmuch have you been cheated? I will let Global Insurance pay you. “ 

However, it didn’t cheer Root up even she had thisconversation with her Uncle Harold. In fact, she had a worse mood when she hungup and walked out of the room, seeing Sameen sitting with Reese and drinking.

 

The Mr. Keller doesn’t seem to be a talking-and-laughingperson, but he apparently got along with Sameen very well for now. Kellersmiled and asked, “Ms. Shaw, you are no doubt a person who would enjoyromance,  in the early spring of Vienna,don’t you plan to take your Lady Sweet going out for a walk in the suburbs?”

“You mean Schönbrunn Palace, Princess Sissi?"

“It is a good place. I heard that Princess Sissi is always adream of girls. I don't know if you are interested in, but Lady Sweet wouldprobably be very glad to go there."

“Well, I actually want to go too.”

“Then go.” Reese raised his glass and drank the whiskeyinside, "Don't follow the damn fat old man anymore", of course, thesecond half of the sentence was silently said. Afterwards, Root came over withquick steps and a bad face, Sameen Shaw stood up and looked at her,"Mr.Keller just suggested that we should go to the suburbs for a walk. I think thisis a good idea."

"Okay, we’re going tomorrow."

 

"Samantha, that Mr. Keller is a good man, I have toadmit that I have a little biased against him on the flight."

“You may still be no wrong, he looks indeed like a dangerousman, a killer or something, God knows.”

"But this does not prevent him from being veryattractive. He seems to be familiar with Europe."

"Oh, well, let's go to Princess Sissi’s place tomorrow,and don't repeat the European stories of Mr. Keller, Sameen, now I'm sorry topique for you on the plane."

The young couple finally got out of their contradiction,thanks to John Reese, the true killer.

 

Reese returned to his room after ending the conversationwith the girls. Then, he remembered Bear once again. When he went out of townfor work last time, Bear stayed in a dog hotel. At that time, Reese didn'tthink of Bear so much, but this time, Reese couldn't help planning to call to him.

Perhaps it was the Hotel InterContinental that reminding Reeseof his past life. Thinking by this way, it may be fortunate for Kara’s notcoming, because there would be no different from the past if Kara was also here.

No, not really, at least Reese now had a dog.

At last, Reese called to Bear.  Of course he wouldn't use the hotel's phonebecause it leaves unnecessary marks. He used a disposable mobile phone anddialed into the reserved telephone in his apartment. No one answered.

It’s funny. You cannot expect Bear picking up the phone andsay hello, except that he can only erect his ear and listen to the ring bell.However, at least Bear can hear the ringtone, and he might know that this washis master's call back, the dog must be very happy. For now, Bear can be not athome, he was taken out for a walk by Finch, even Finch might have run with thedog.

Reese felt that the more he was thinking, the more absurdthere would be. It must be the issues that caused by jet lag.  After a while, he finally covered his quiltand slept. 

 

Early in the next morning, Reese sat two seats behindFudleyman in a diagonally direction. Fudleyman gorged as if he was a beast. Heate too much meat, too much salt as well as too much sugar, and he also smokedheavily.  Seeing the big belly when thefat old guy got up and went out to smoke, Reese can’t help thinking thatperhaps it doesn’t need him to do it at all, because Fudleyman would be sooneror later summoned to God by high blood pressure and high cholesterol, maybewith lung cancer together. 

Except that time would be the problem. The customer ofMark’s beautiful house in Yonkers will certainly not wish that Fudleyman couldlive till the day of his natural death. Someone wishes this fat old guy diedasap. Thus, Reese wiped his hands with the napkin carefully after finishing hisbreakfast, and decided to make it happen today.

Reese pushed over the chair and stood up. He walked towardsthe restaurant door, passing by the seat of Fudleyman. The green-eyed mistressgave a gaze to our Mr. Handsome when the old man was absent. The pretty womanshowed a seductive smile, looked not innocent anymore.

Reese pretended not to notice that. In fact, he didn’t caremuch about what the mistress would do. He planned to follow Fudleyman all day,to find an opportunity doing it. It should not be like a one-gun-shot style,because Reese didn’t want to engage in that eye-catching way. “American richman got shot in Vienna, suspected of a professional killer”, which would not bethe story that Reese want to read from local newspaper or website, he preferredto make everything look more like an accident.

Professional habits, you know that CIAs are usually doingtheir work outside the United States, so they must be cautious. And the mostfunny part is that, once they return, they will be more cautious, because theyare not allowed doing the work within the United States at all, isn't it?

Damn, Reese felt very uncomfortable about what he suddenlyremembered. He shook his head, tried to drive the bad feelings out, then he satin the hotel lobby, waiting for Fudleyman to appear again.

Fudleyman and his mistress returned to their room afterbreakfast. After half an hour, the mistress appeared in the lobby. But thingsdidn’t look good for Reese, the mistress actually hung around with the girlcouple and they showed up together. When they came out from the elevator, Rootstared at the earrings of Miss Mistress, “Luna, your earrings look so pretty, Ithink Sameen can have a try of the same paragraph.”  

“We are going to the suburbs today, Luna, what aboutyou?"

"Frank didn't have a plan. We don’t have anything to doduring the day, maybe going to the museum. At night we had made an appointmentto watch a modern opera."

"A modern Opera? What is that, something like Cat?"

"I don’t know, but I do know that the taste of an oldguy is usually strange." Miss Mistress shrugged, "Maybe I should alsolet him take me to the suburbs during the day, only that way I can have themood to accompany him for the "Cat" opera at night."

Don’t, don’t make things being complicated.

Reese cursed his bad luck of this time. On one moment, hecouldn’t help but want to call to Kara to complain, finally he held back andnow was driving slowly after Fudleyman’s car, keeping an appropriate distancefrom the fat old man. Yes, Fudleyman took his mistress going to the suburbs,too.

Reese looked down at his watch, it was not yet 10 o’clockfor now. He dialed a phone call to his apartment, but hung up immediately oncethe ring bell sounded. He didn’t mean to wake up Bear. It was all because of thathe damn forgot there was a thing called time zone, and now in New York, it wasprobably not yet 4 in the morning.”

 

“Don't worry, Frank is not interested in Princess Sissi, buthe will try not to be an obstacle to me." Miss Mistress said this to Rootand Shaw in the lobby earlier. However, Root didn't care this at all, actuallyFudleyman the old cheater hadn’t never seen her in personal, despite he didcheat her for a lot of money. Shaw stood beside, and couldn’t resist rollingher eyes to Root after hearing that the mistress decided to go to the suburbswith great enthusiasm. Half an hour later, the girls’ car were driving on theleft of Fudleyman, Shaw said to Root,” I really doubt if you are deliberate, evengoing the suburbs for a walk, you are still planning to swindle your moneyback, you’re terribly amazing.”

“It is purely coincidence. Now I’m thinking there may be alittle bit unusual for Mr. Keller also going out to the suburbs today.”

Root seemed to see Reese flashed by from the rearviewmirror, but after that, she and Shaw did never saw Mr. Keller and Mr. Keller’scar nearby. Shaw asked, “Samantha, do you have a little bit crush on Mr.Keller? Or should I say, I think you are also having a crush on Luna? Maybe Ishould go back to New York alone, trying not to become an obstacle to you.”

"Oh, dear Sameen, you know that Frank Fedleyman is theman I am the most interested in. I can't just let it go. Think about it, Me,the Root, actually was cheated by a stupid old man?!"

The girls drove to the Schönbrunn Palace, quarreling all theway. Shaw showed less interest to the Palace because of the bad mood, whileRoot was definitely not much better. They didn’t take long to “encounter” Luna,with Fudleyman beside. The old man’s hairstyle was blown worse by the wind inthe suburbs, all made the atmosphere there not good.

Reese appeared in time and saved girls from being awkward,”Hey, Ms. Shaw, what a coincidence to meet you here, and your sweet ladySamantha. “

Shaw and Root didn’t know if there was an illusion, but theyboth thought Mr. Keller’s way of speaking was a bit different from before,slightly frivolous and more like flirting. Shaw started to feel uneasy,fortunately Reese quickly turned his attention to Fudleyman and the mistress.He asked Root,” Samantha, is this your friend?”

Reese is apparently asking of Miss Mistress. And themistress answered with a sweet smile before Root start speaking, “Luna, my nameis Luna, Mr., I think we had met in Hotel InterContinental just this morning,at the restaurant.” She said.

"Oh, that's true, ma'am," Reese pretended workinghard to recall, by the way showing some appropriate surprise, then he gave hisname, Keller, of course Keller. Then, he glanced at Fudleyman who stood beside,"Luna, are you traveling with your father? It seems that your accent isalso American."

As he thought, the old man was blown up to furious.

Things up there was as embarrassing as Reese expected. Reeseapologized and then found a reason to leave. Before leaving, he happened toshow the girls and Luna some pictures that he just taken, looking likeunintentionally. “There is the zoo not far behind. They have three pandasliving there, the two of them are no more than 1 year old, they are reallycute."

“Dear God, they are so adorable. Mr. Keller, I didn’t knowyou are an animal lover!” Root finally gave her comments.

"My wife loves them, she used to be a huge fan of theselittle cuties."

"Oh? I can't tell that you are married." Shawsaid.

"Well, for now I am not in a state of marriage, my wifehad left me forever since a few years ago."

"Oh, sorry, I am sorry."

"It's okay, girls. Go to watch the pandas. Jess, I meanmy wife could have been watching them all day long, let's say the fluffy littlebears can sometimes make you feel calm."

Reese suggested the girls to go watching pandas, of course hewas on purpose. He also suggested Fudleyman and Luna going to the zoo forpandas. "Mr. Fudleyman, I think Luna will also love pandas, if it is notin a hurry this afternoon, I might stay there for a whole day."

Fudleyman would not listen to Reese, but the mistress wasgoing with Root and Shaw for pandas. Very good, the spot is clear. 

There was no problem even with Fudleyman also going to thezoo. Reese was sure that the old fat guy would sooner or later come out for histreatment using nicotine. In fact, when Reese learned that the mistress decidedto come here together, he knew that Schönbrunn Palace would not be a good placeto avoid for irrelevant people anymore. Fortunately, there are pandas who areadorable.  

 

Reese made it happen to Fudleyman in an out-of-way place,kind like those with a label of "smoking can finally be permitted"place, outside the zoo, clean and quiet. Then he drove back to the city center,he already told the girls, he would be in a hurry in the afternoon.

It was in the afternoon when Fudleyman was found dead. Andit is true that people can easily be immersed in the calmness that created bythe fluffy little bears. When Luna had thought of Fudleyman, it was at least 2hours past since the poor old man breathed his last.

Acute cerebral hemorrhage leading to a fall, with a bruiseon the arm. It is expected that the heart had stopped beating in a very shorttime. He did not have the time to call for help, or he did have called forhelp, but no one knew.

The perfect accidental death.

Luna was questioning by the police, "Jesus, I said thathe ate too much salt and meat. He even smokes!"

"Of course he is not my husband, but the old guy isalways too jealous."

"Who knows, even I just say hello to a handsome man, hecould be angry enough to have a heart attack."

"I asked him to accompany me to watch the cute pandas,but he wanted to smoke. How terrible he was!"

"Oh, poor old Frank," the mistress finally shedtears. "He is pretty good to me, except for giving me the fake diamonds.”

 

For the sudden death of Fudleyman, Shaw gave no comments.However, it was a bit exceed Root’s expectations. Despite this, Root didn’taccount the old liar’s death as an accident.

It didn’t take the girls much time to go back to the HotelInterContinental after learning that the old man had passed away. When enteringthe door, Root saw Reese checking out at the Hotel Reception, with no luggageby his side but the Mr. Handsome was apparently ready to go. Reese looked backand saw both girls, he came over after expressing his thanks to the receptionstaff, asking Shaw, "Is it fun to watch pandas?"

"Of course, they can't be cute anymore."

"Well, there is another place where you should takeyour sweet lady to go," said Reese, who picked one from those brochureswhich introducing local excursions at reception. He handed the booklet to Shawwith his gloved hands, “Votive Cathedral, built for thanking God”. Mr. Handsomesaid as he walked towards the gate, and squinted at Root before leaving thedoor, ”you won’t waste your time.”

 

Reese drove directly to Schwechat, on the way, he made acall to his apartment in New York, he believed that Bear should be awake atthis moment.

After the phone rang four times, someone actually answered,"Mr. Reese?"

It was Finch's voice showing a little bit restless, and Reeseasked, "Finch?"

Reese didn’t expect that Finch would be there. He swearsthat he dialed this phone without any meaning of surveillance of hisemployee.  In fact, Finch at the otherend of the phone didn’t noticed the surveillance thing at all, he rushed toapologize, "Mr. Reese, I guess it may be that you called back. I didn'tmean to listen to your call. I know that you could be a very privateperson."

“It’s okay, I just called to hear Bear’s voice.”

So Finch let Bear barked to the phone receiver, Reese smiledand hung up.

You have to say that when you go out, it feels good that someonecould pick up your call at home. 

 

Reese bought the most recent ticket back to New York, thistime for Air France, stopping by Paris.

More than 2 hours later, Reese, who shuttled among differentterminals at Charles de Gaulle Airport, remembered to call Kara. Paris in theearly spring, um, if Kara came together, maybe they would stay in Paris for afew more days, just like before.

They are actually no different from the old days. Reesethought that John Reese might have a different career only if Jessica didn’tdie, but now, taking money, helping people out of their trouble that theycouldn’t speak out, which seems no bad at all.”

Kara’s phone was connected, and the signal came from theVoIP phone at Charles de Gaulle Airport, “John, I know it is you.”

"Of course it is me, Kara, actually I should acceptyour suggestion this time, you should come together."

"Hah, Paris in the early spring, is that right?"

"It seems that you really understand me, everythinggoes well, I have enough time to be drunk in Paris in the early spring."

“Well, the customer has received the death of the target.Mark just mentioned it, clean and neat, seems to be a real accident, a heartattack?"

"Maybe it is a real accident. He eats too much salt,too much meat, as well as smokes too much."

"Come on, John, even the customer knows that this can'tbe a real accident. What have you done?"

"I said something that could make him angry, forexample, he looked like his girlfriend's father, which made his blood pressurerise, and then, a small tube of vasoconstrictor, it was as simple asthat."

"Oh, it turned out to be a cerebral hemorrhage, so isthere a needle eye on the body?"

"It happens to have a bruise on the arm, which causedby falling down."

"Well, you are still cautious. In fact, no one willcheck it. Not to mention that they can't find you."

"Thanks for your compliment."

Kara at the other end of the phone suddenly laughed."John, do you know? The customer just called to thank for our profession.Mark seemed no happy after hanging up. The bald muttered, who are we, how canit be unprofessional? ”

"We are ex-CIAs."

"We were already stars on the Langley wall."

Then they both stopped and didn't talk anymore. After awhile, Kara said, "John, don't forget to come to Yonkers to drink ice teawhen you come back."

“My pleasure”, John replied.

 

Reese got off the plane at JFK. It was already 11 pm at NewYork time. When he took a taxi back to Manhattan, it was almost in the earlyhours of the morning, but his apartment was still lit.

Reese inserted the key into the keyhole, and when he openedthe door, Finch jumped like a frightened rabbit. "Mr. Reese? Oh, bad, Ididn't expect you to come back today."

Bear had been snoring at Finch's feet. Now that Reese isback, he immediately slams into Reese's side, screaming at him cheerfully.

"Mr. Reese, I stayed here just to take care of Bear. Iam a bit reluctant to leave Bear alone in the apartment. You know that he isvery pitiful when he rolls.”

“Oh, I don't want to deceive you. I was here yesterday. Islept for one night, but you can rest assured that I have never touched yourbed. In fact, the couch is good."

"God, since you are back now, then I will leave."

"Mr. Reese, I hope you are not angry, I have no otherintentions."

"Oh, I have to go."

Finch’s words suddenly became too much, which is hard tobelieve even for himself, and Reese, who had been standing by the door, had noexpression at first, then he raised his hand and let Bear return to his kennel,and laughed unconsciously. “Relax, Finch, I didn't blame you. Of course you canstay if you want, I am very happy that Bear can rely on you."

Reese's words made Finch take a sigh of relief. In fact, hereally took a long sigh of relief. Then he took up his coat from the couch,"Mr. Reese, I am very grateful that you treat my unprofessional behaviorwith tolerance, I think I’d better go."

"Finch, I said that you are welcome to stay, since youthink the couch is comfortable enough. Besides, it is very cold and not safeoutside. You may have already guessed that I have just experienced a long trip,I’m not sure if I want to drive you back for now."

Reese's words made Finch feel a bit strange. Apparently, Mr.Handsome was laughing at him, the middle-aged dog walker, who would have noself-protection ability at midnight in New York. However, Finch listened toReese’s words and stayed for some reasons that he even didn’t know.

Unfortunately, the staying was only a beginning. In fact, itwas so bad that Finch didn’t even sleep on the couch on that night. 

This all blamed Bear. Just a few days, he has got sofamiliar with Finch and couldn’t decide if he was supposed to stuck at hisowner's feet or nestled around Finch. Bear screamed in a small voice, whichmade Finch making gestures getting the dog back to Reese. As to Reese, he wasvery sleepy after the long journey. Mr. Killer lie straight into the bed aftertaking a hot shower. He may have been asleep for a little while. 

Reese was upset by Bear’s whispering, but he couldunderstand the poor dog suffering a choice disorder. Reese must be too sleepy. Anyway,Mr. Handsome reluctantly moved to one side of the bed and then said to Finch,"Mr. Finch, you can sleep here if you don't mind, the bed is large enough,and don't let the puppy bark again."

Reese’s voice was all along low and charming, and now withslightly vague because of the drowsiness, which indeed made Finch felt too muchembarrassing.

Finch moved to Reese's bed and sat upright. He thought thathe would spend all the night figuring out how to quit his job tomorrow, but onthat night, he probably only counted the long eyelashes of Mr. Handsome for awhile, and then fall asleep in the snoring of Bear.

 

The next morning, Finch felt almost frustrated to findhimself wake up after Reese. He even wasn’t sure what kind of expressions hehad at the time, when Reese stood in front of him with his collars opening atwill and asked him what breakfast he wants. He should ask for resign, but hedidn’t make it, because of Bear. At last, he heard Reese say to him, “Finch,don’t forget to come this Friday.”

Finch was sure that he must have nodded. Oh, Jesus, he feltthat he was simply too silly.

On Friday afternoon, Finch sneaked into Reese's apartmentlike a thief. Reese wasn't there, Bear rushed over. Finch was relieved when hesaw only Bear in the apartment, with some other complex emotions coming up inhis mind, which even himself may not realize.

When Finch walked Bear in the park, he received a call fromRoot. "Uncle Harold, Sameen and I will come back at New York tonight, wecan have dinner together, gonna to tell you a wonderful story."

“Well, I am free tonight.” Finch answered, seems not thathappy. He was not sure if he wants to listen to Samantha’s story, he has hadsome trouble for himself these days.

“"Cheer up, Harold. Did you know that the old villain Fudleymandied? saying it was an accident."

“That’s good. You no longer need to waste your time with himin the future.”

“Hah, I’m telling you that it cannot be an accidental death,I am sure the old villain was killed by a tall cool and handsome guy."

"Samantha, you must have been in your delusions again."

"This is not a delusion. Sameen is also convinced thata Mr. tall cool & handsome we met on the plane cleaned up the old villain. Thegentleman claimed to be Keller, God knows if he is suggesting that he is actuallya Killer. Well, see you tonight, there are more clues."

“All right.”

Hanging up the phone, Finch didn't care too much about Root,but the word “Mr. tall cool & handsome” has always kept flashing in hismind, huh, it sounds just like describing Reese. 

Finch felt embarrassed that he suddenly thought of Reese, sothat he ended Bear's walk 15 minutes earlier that day and sent Bear back to theapartment. Fortunately, Mr. tall cool & handsome has not returned.

In fact, Finch didn’t have to worry about this, because Mr.tall cool & handsome wouldn’t be back till the evening, he went to Yonkersfor Kara’s ice tea.

 

In the evening, Shaw didn't come over to dinner with Root.Root said that Shaw had exploded because of the backlog of her work.  It is better not to mess with her these days.Finch nodded, then, Root talked about what she called clues.

“He was also there before the Fudleyman died, and it seemsthat he had been trying to put me, Shaw and the mistress off from the oldvillain.”

“Sounds not convincing.”

“Yah, I know that those cannot be treated as evidence, buthe later asked Sameen to take me to the Votive Cathedral, which definitelymeans something.” 

“Votive Cathedral? The Cathedral that built to thank God forsaving the Emperor's life from an assassination? “

“Yes, my Uncle Harold is always so erudite! Harold, thinkabout it, he let us go to the Cathedral, which might suggest us to thank God,for that we didn't hinder him from killing, and thus to save our own lives.”

"I still think you are in your delusions. Maybe thehandsome gentleman is only enthusiastic to recommend you to the sights ofVienna."

“No, the Mr. tall cool & handsome has nothing to do withenthusiasm. You’ll know what I’m talking about if you can have a meet with him.At that time, he handed Sameen the booklet with gloves, ah, he was so cleverand didn’t want to leave his fingerprints at all!  Speaking of this, If I have his fingerprint,I’m sure I will try to locate him. ”

"Samantha, you need to find a serious job."

"What do you mean by serious job? Harold, unless youturn your machine out and let me try to fix it, or else, do you think that Ishould walking dogs for someone just as you?"

“Samantha, it is good and not easy to walk a dog.”

Finch thought that Samantha had delusions again. When hecame back home, he said to himself that it was not easy to walk a dog , andthen suddenly remembered that on that day, there seemed something like half ofa candle fallen from Reese’s coat pocket, a church candle which was delicate, engravedwith a string of letters that are not in English.

At that time, Finch was a bit out of state because ofReese’s sudden return. He thought that the letters on candle was Dutch, or hedidn’t care about it all, but now think about it…

"Don't eat that," Reese stopped Bear at the time.He probably said something to Finch after taking the candle, "Sometimes I puta candle in the church that I pass through, for some dead people."

But Finch didn't quite understand why he brought back acandle that day. After a little while, the computer genius recalled the line onthe candle, start with the letter V, seemed to be German, will it be"Votivkirche", which means Votive Cathedral?a


Fin.


云颂

Reese the Killer 之 遛狗人(中)

Reese叫了出租车去火车站,然后搭乘火车去杨克斯。

Mark Snow在杨克斯买了栋漂亮房子,这两年他头秃得厉害,于是越来越不喜欢出现在城里,成天躲在杨克斯的这栋房子里,似乎让他找到了某种自信。Reese到的时候,Kara已经坐在Mark的漂亮庭院里,她据说是戒酒了,现在改喝茶。

“要来一杯吗,lover?”

“不了,我喝咖啡就好。”

“你的神奇狗狗呢?你该把他带到这儿来,Mark没准儿愿意照看他。”

“我想没那个必要了,有人在照看他。”

“哦,是吗?”

“是的”,Reese答得很快,似乎并不愿意就此话题与Kara深谈,而Kara识趣地没再多问,“Mark在楼上,他等你半天了,...

Reese叫了出租车去火车站,然后搭乘火车去杨克斯。

Mark Snow在杨克斯买了栋漂亮房子,这两年他头秃得厉害,于是越来越不喜欢出现在城里,成天躲在杨克斯的这栋房子里,似乎让他找到了某种自信。Reese到的时候,Kara已经坐在Mark的漂亮庭院里,她据说是戒酒了,现在改喝茶。

“要来一杯吗,lover?”

“不了,我喝咖啡就好。”

“你的神奇狗狗呢?你该把他带到这儿来,Mark没准儿愿意照看他。”

“我想没那个必要了,有人在照看他。”

“哦,是吗?”

“是的”,Reese答得很快,似乎并不愿意就此话题与Kara深谈,而Kara识趣地没再多问,“Mark在楼上,他等你半天了,这次如果你想的话,我可以陪你一起去哦。”

Reese上楼去跟Snow谈了大约二十分钟,他走下来的时候,Kara又给自己倒了一杯冰茶,“怎么样?”

“我一个人能搞定,Kara,你的内勤工作同样出众。”

“好吧,John,下次记得带上我。”

“没问题,下次。”

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当天晚上,Reese在JFK搭乘汉莎航空的航班去维也纳,中途经停法兰克福。在法兰克福,航班上上来了两个姑娘,她们的座位在Reese的前排,这会儿正在将行李往行李架上放。不过,她们似乎在闹些小别扭,高个的姑娘走近坐在后排的Reese,她低下身扯了个近乎刻意的笑容,“Mr,能帮个忙吗?这箱子有点重。”

帮个忙当然没问题,Reese站起身来刚准备提起行李箱,但有人比他更快,那位矮个的姑娘不知道从哪里冒出来,三下五除二,行李箱闪电一般就摆好在行李架上了。

“这一点儿都不重,Samantha。”

名叫Samantha的高个姑娘有点尴尬,“真不好意思,先生。”

Reese耸了耸肩,表示不会在意。

然后,整个空中旅途,前排的姑娘们都没有停止闹别扭,听上去矮个的那位叫Sameen,她非常不满同伴突然想要去维也纳的决定,“得了吧,Samantha ,那个胖老头不过是敲了你一笔,你没必要像个跟踪狂一样地满世界追着他跑,你想干什么,浪费生命?在纽约,我还有36个病人预约等着呢。”

好吧,这是一对小情侣,在听了近两小时的打情骂俏之后,Reese确信。

飞机抵达后,机场出口处有人举着牌子接纽约来的John Keller先生,Reese知道那是来接他的,来人递给他一个信封,里面有两张信用卡和目标的照片,还有一把车钥匙,很好,车也租好了。

“弗兰克•弗德利曼和他的情妇会住在洲际酒店,他们的房间是0323,订了两周,其余的,你知道该怎么办,嗯,我是说,你是专业的。”

Reese点了点头,他接过信封和钥匙,从施威夏特机场开车到洲际酒店,然后住了进去。

一切顺利,除了在酒店前台,他又碰上了飞机上那对闹别扭的小情侣。

“Hi,Mr. …”

“Keller,John Keller。”

“哦,Mr. Keller,能再遇见你,真是太高兴了”,名叫Samantha的姑娘有些太热情,Reese确定她跟她的Sameen之间的小矛盾还没有搞定,不过,Reese实在没兴趣被当作某种情侣之间闹别扭的即兴道具,于是杀手先生勾起唇角,笑得颇有危险意味,“可是Samantha,我很确定你的女朋友不会很高兴。”

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姑娘们不过是个小插曲,在经过跨洲旅行后,Reese到房间后先洗了个热水澡,这样会让时差造成的糟糕感觉轻一些,这让他想起了以前的生活,接到命令,然后满世界跑,只为了执行命令。当然,现在也没好到哪儿去,不过,现在他至少养了条狗,嗯,Reese倒在枕头上睡上一觉前突然想起Bear来,天知道这个时候他居然想给Bear打个电话,他确信Bear会乖乖等候在电话机旁,“哦,come on,正常点,John。”

Reese睡了差不多两个小时,起来的时候正好赶上晚餐,他在酒店的牛排屋里见到了目标弗德利曼,当然,还有他的情妇。弗德利曼是个胖老头,身材壮硕,头很大,眉弓突出,脸上全是肉,老头的金灰色头发向后梳,但发丝从脑门开始就不服贴,这让他看起来像一头滑稽的老狮子,而他的情妇身材娇小,有一张充满异国风情的漂亮脸蛋,绿眼睛忽闪忽闪,看上去意外的天真无邪。

Reese本来的计划没太考虑到情妇的问题,如果情非得已,他并不排斥宰一送一,不过这顿晚餐后,杀手先生有些改变主意,或许该找个情妇不在场的时机。

晚餐后,Reese起身离开牛排屋,不无意外地又发现了Samantha和Sameen,这次Samantha依然对Reese摆出了恼人的热情,而Sameen埋头于自己的牛排,然后抬起头对Reese露出了一个好像不满又无奈的表情,Reese失笑,他有些后悔这次没接受Kara的好意,如果Kara一起来,至少他就不用被小情侣当作吃醋挑衅的道具了。

不过,随即Reese意识到了另外一件事,在飞机上他听到Sameen提到过Samantha正追着一个敲诈过她的胖老头满世界跑,再回头一看,高个姑娘坐着的位置确实是观察胖老头弗德利曼的好视角,哦,胖老头八九不离十就是弗德利曼了。

Reese回到房间后,不仅开始盘算怎么支开情妇,此外还要确保小情侣别跟着坏事,如果说宰一送一还能接受,可宰一送三就太不专业了。

++++++++++

Samantha,或者说公开名叫做Root的黑客在看见那个欺骗和讹诈了自己一大笔钱的胖老头弗德利曼果然带着情妇在欧洲风流快活后,气愤地往纽约打了个电话,电话那头是她那位身为计算机天才和隐形富翁的Uncle Harold。

“Hi,Harold,你那边是早上吗?我在维也纳,欧洲,弗德利曼那个老恶棍果然在逍遥快活,我真该想个办法把钱都骗回来。”

“Samantha?你还在跟踪那个弗德利曼?”电话里Harold的声音透露出意外,然后传来一阵狗叫声,“Bear,hou op. ”

没错,黑客Root的叔叔是Harold Finch,而这会儿Finch正忙着给Bear喂狗粮,于是电话这头的Root很惊讶,“Harold,你真的找了份遛狗浇花的工作?真想像不出是什么样的人才会雇你去遛狗。”

电话里又是一阵欢快的狗吠声,然后,Finch的声音响起来,“别惊讶,我的雇主很不错,英俊的爱狗人士,他付我一天100美金。”

“好吧,你交了狗屎运。”

“别再管那个弗德利曼了,他那样的骗子,会有太多人想给他教训,Samantha,你还是早点回纽约,我记得你说过Ms. Shaw这段时间应该挺忙。”

“哦,Sameen她确实挺忙,这一路上她都在跟我闹别扭。”

“那就回来吧,你被骗了多少?我让环球保险赔付你就是了。”

黑客Root和Uncle Harold的谈话并没有让她开心起来,不过当她挂了电话,走出房间,居然发现Sameen正跟Reese坐在一起喝酒,她的心情显然更加不好了。

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那位Keller先生明明看上去不该是什么会谈笑风生的人,不过这会儿他显然与Sameen相处得不错,Keller嘴边始终挂着笑意,“Ms. Shaw,毫无疑问你是个享受浪漫的人,早春的维也纳,你真的不打算带你那位甜美小姐去郊外走走吗?”

“你是指美泉宫,茜茜公主?”

“确实是好地方,我听说茜茜公主是女孩的梦,我不知道你是否对此感兴趣,但甜美小姐大概还是很乐意去看看的。”

“嗯,事实上我也想去。”

“那就去吧”,Reese举起酒杯,喝光了里面的威士忌,“千万别再跟着那个该死的胖老头了。”当然,这后半句是在心里默默说,然后,Root快步走了过来,Sameen Shaw站起身来,不明所以地看着脸色不佳的Root,“Keller先生刚才建议我们去郊外走走,我想这个主意不错。”

“好吧,我们明天就去。”

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“Samantha,那个Keller先生人挺不错,我承认在飞机上我是对他有偏见。”

“你说不准也没说错,他看上去确实像个危险人物,杀手什么的,天知道。”

“但这也不妨碍他很吸引人,他好像对欧洲很熟悉。”

“哦,好了,我们明天去看茜茜公主,别再给我复述Keller先生的那些欧洲故事了,Sameen,现在我开始后悔在飞机上跟你赌气了。”

小情侣终于走出了闹别扭,这多亏了John Reese,如假包换的杀手先生。

TBC

阿根是只小狐狸

肖根一起出任务的日常 (一)


 shaw接到了新的任务,要去好几天,TM安排她和reese一起。她打算在离开之前和root温存一会,哪怕只有一个晚上。

root刚去了墨西哥执行任务回来,shaw见到她的时候,远远的就像看到一个纸片人,轻飘飘的感觉。走近了,也是风筝一样的好像下一秒会被吹走。眼角下的青色很深,像是夜里树下的深影。唇色也是苍白的,即便特意涂了殷红色的口红,反倒衬得更加疲累和纤弱,root和shaw都知道这种掩饰没用,只不过给彼此一个不必担心的安慰。

风尘仆仆赶回来,和shaw见上一面,然后继续下个任务。这是她们的日常,奔波忙碌,疲于奔命是日常。

shaw表示希望和root换下任务,哪怕分担下也行...


 shaw接到了新的任务,要去好几天,TM安排她和reese一起。她打算在离开之前和root温存一会,哪怕只有一个晚上。

root刚去了墨西哥执行任务回来,shaw见到她的时候,远远的就像看到一个纸片人,轻飘飘的感觉。走近了,也是风筝一样的好像下一秒会被吹走。眼角下的青色很深,像是夜里树下的深影。唇色也是苍白的,即便特意涂了殷红色的口红,反倒衬得更加疲累和纤弱,root和shaw都知道这种掩饰没用,只不过给彼此一个不必担心的安慰。

风尘仆仆赶回来,和shaw见上一面,然后继续下个任务。这是她们的日常,奔波忙碌,疲于奔命是日常。

shaw表示希望和root换下任务,哪怕分担下也行,可惜TM和root一致认为,root作为TM的界面,执行这些任务有她不可替代的地方,不是说其他人不能胜任这些任务,只是值此关键时期,只有root有如此信念和坚定力,对TM对这场战役的坚信心,笃信不移。而且,root的能力真的很难找到替代者,那样不顾旁枝末节直中靶心的能力。shaw不得不承认,root在执行任务之时散发的魅力,邪魅狂狷,销神蚀魂,近乎无人能抵。

 

 

 

此时夜里一点,root靠在shaw的肩上寐着,睫毛狭长弯曲在眼睑上留下了如翦羽般的痕翳。shaw的手覆在她的脸上,却不敢放下去。本想轻轻抚摸她的眼睑,仿佛就能抚去那青色的疲惫,但是不想弄醒她,即便自己的动作如何轻缓。

亡命天涯十数载,root早已不复幼时的深睡熟寐,稍微有动静便觉醒。眠浅可不是健康的表现。shaw想,即便他们这群人能够永远躲过枪林炮弹,却也不得长寿。没有这个福祉,也没有这一资格。

马革裹尸不是他们荣耀所冀,却是最终的宿命。

 

 

 

第二天凌晨四点半未到,纽约的太阳还未升起,出任务的时间快到了,还有半分钟。shaw提前摁掉闹钟,然后倒计时,三、二、一。轻声在耳畔叫醒root,给她拿了外衣,而右肩尽量保持基本不移动,这一点shaw很自信。

root睁开眼,还没完全清醒之时就唤了一声,“Sweetie, good morning. ”

二人简单洗漱过后,各自穿上衣服,拿好包出了门。

没有告别,只是亲吻一下,毫不犹豫背对背离开,一个向左,一个向右。即便知道可能是最后一次见面,也没有哭哭凄凄的告别,不适合她们,也特别麻烦。二人很像的一点就是怕麻烦,那种拖拉的麻烦。

 

 

 

shaw临走前抢了一个私人组织的军火库,几乎把所有她觉得不错的枪火弹药拿走了,也就近乎一SUV车吧。毕竟需要点设备支持嘛。自从harold没有无限可取的资产之后,他们穷得连弹药都要精打细算。

shaw最后朝里面开了一枪,干净利落,直击引信。爆炸声此起彼伏,轰隆作响,她直接转身离开,没有回头。上了路上“顺来”的车,她开往和reese约定的地方,眼瞳里闪现右侧火光依旧,似电闪雷鸣。

 

 

 

shaw一边开着车,一边想着车后座和后备箱的枪弹,觉得开心了一点,暂时弥补了和root匆匆短聚的不愉快。车慢慢靠近约定的地点,墙下站着一个人。

长棕色的发,黑色针织帽,那人斜靠着路灯,背抵着灯柱,却不好好站着。 

shaw心里突然亮了。更加雀跃起来,越不敢确信,悄悄压抑着欢喜。

车疾驰骤停,在安静的街上响起刺耳的声音。shaw看清是root,车门都没关便跑过去,在root面前停下来。

“怎么是你”,语气里满是欢喜。“reese呢?”

“Hi Sweetie. 你这样一见面就问Reese我可是会难过的哟。”

root眼里狡黠,眨了下眼,凑到shaw面前,笑着。她仗着比对方高,突然转身左手撑着墙右手把shaw推到墙上。

“Root,你不是有任务吗?”习惯了root套路的shaw不直面回答问题,却还是默契如同接招一般笑着任由root挑逗她。

“reese临时被harold叫走了,TM安排的任务刚好有人提前插手了。”shaw知道这个“有人”是指government。

 

自从两位上帝大战之后,为了确保SM没有留有后手,他们忙着在TM的帮助下收拾残局,世界许多地方还有SM当时布下的棋局,包括作掩护用工厂企业甚至政府工程项目等等。所幸当局终于有个有好脑子领导意识到此前和德西玛合作的严重后果和后来一系列出乎意料不可控制的结局,开始启用原来的北极光项目。这次root本来是去处理相关号码的,既然有免费劳工送上来,那就陪shaw去度假吧。

 

听完root的解释,shaw笑着不语,直接利用上肢力量的优势把root反压到墙上,然后在root的期待转为惊讶的眼神中转身走向停车的地方。

“shaw!”root反应过来把手搭在shaw的肩上,像树懒一样趴着她,然后就这样被拖着前行了几步,宛若一只吊在shaw身上的长腿熊。

shaw掩不住嘴角的笑意,她亲爱的root有时候真的像只小狐狸一样喜欢无理取闹。shaw也不开玩笑了,站住,把root从自己身上扒拉下来,然后拉着她的手臂朝前走。

“死傲娇”,root一边腹议,一边反手扣住shaw的手指,十指缠绕。

双方都喜欢这日常里的小情趣,shaw偶尔故作不在乎或者生气以抵挡root那绵绵不绝的挑逗和纠缠,虽然她每次都败下阵来但是保持表面的矜持和节操还是要的。而root愈发不按章法道理,使出浑身解数要回之前shaw被撒马利亚人抓住后缺失的那九个月日夜的缱绻缠绵。

 

shaw开着车,而root呢,她继续盯着shaw。偶尔打开点零食,投喂一下。shaw本来不乐意被一直盯着,任谁被持续不停的盯着都觉得不舒服,但是看在root不断从不知何处拿出来的零食她就忍了。

到底这些零食从哪里冒出来的,root身上的衣服也没多少地方可装啊,shaw特意朝root胸前瞟去,仍旧一马平川,不是那里。

不过这些零食真的很好吃,看来在挑选零食上root和自己是差不多口味的,这一点shaw很满意。傻大锤此时不知道自己已经默默在今后和自己一起生活这一可能性为root又加上了一分,心里已经想着以后自己回去就有满满一冰箱的零食和牛排而雀跃不已。

 

root一边实施这些并不需要技术含量却需要许多精力和心思的小伎俩在悄悄给自己未来住哪这一问题安排妥当,她的Sameen可不容易被骗,得好好计划、徐徐图之。

爱本来就需要技巧,真爱的心意是夹心的糖蜜,而表达和相处技巧则是裹在外面的糖衣。她可得把这糖衣制作得最完美最妥帖,她可不想再像上次一样躺在地下那么久,真冷。即便她压根不怕自己一个人呆着,但是有她家Sameen陪着她会更开心。

 

TBC

 

#就知道我写东西很啰嗦很啰嗦,光是内心独白和细枝末节就已经上千字。总觉得很多细节才是感情至深的体现,献身是宏大象征,而一举一动深思熟虑为对方着想是最终解释和根本承诺。

#本来想完全写完再发,但是好懒啊所以先来一小段剩下的hhh以后再说。

#很多东西源于生活,写出来更像解剖,有痛有幸福。提前摁掉闹钟是曾经的体贴,后来那个人被放弃了,这个习惯却一直保留着。

#写文有时候是伤痛的再次揭发


太久没看poi了,淡忘得差不多,除了几个片段,其他的都忘却了。等我再看一遍再更吧。

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【肖根】All my love

*第一人称Shaw视角,以前的产粮

*一小篇糖,自己温暖自己


在没有太多体感的世上生存有时反而不会复杂,唯有喜欢的食物、军火和跑车不可辜负就好。


军队和组织教会我如何品鉴那些精密致命的机械,漆黑或迷彩包裹下的每一颗齿轮、卡扣,通过力学完美运作成夺取性命的武器。行于黑暗中没什么比它们更可靠,刀尖舔血,敌死或者我亡,在用生命博弈的交锋中往往能换回些活着的实感与激情。


我需要枪械,赖以生存并喜欢它们,越具破坏性的军火愈令自己着迷。虽然Finch百般嘱咐不要开枪,自从作为他的雇员后用枪的几率下降一半以上的百分点,但John总能搞到不少我满意的重家伙,姑且缓解了这份心理的不平衡。...

*第一人称Shaw视角,以前的产粮

*一小篇糖,自己温暖自己


在没有太多体感的世上生存有时反而不会复杂,唯有喜欢的食物、军火和跑车不可辜负就好。


军队和组织教会我如何品鉴那些精密致命的机械,漆黑或迷彩包裹下的每一颗齿轮、卡扣,通过力学完美运作成夺取性命的武器。行于黑暗中没什么比它们更可靠,刀尖舔血,敌死或者我亡,在用生命博弈的交锋中往往能换回些活着的实感与激情。


我需要枪械,赖以生存并喜欢它们,越具破坏性的军火愈令自己着迷。虽然Finch百般嘱咐不要开枪,自从作为他的雇员后用枪的几率下降一半以上的百分点,但John总能搞到不少我满意的重家伙,姑且缓解了这份心理的不平衡。

Well,相信这方面纽约膝盖侠和我感同身受,他对那包军火如数家珍。


至于Root,虽然起初她只用手枪并且还要两把令人忍不住嘲讽,但她的枪法不错,双持手枪的反应力很好,没有慌张也不拖泥带水,枪口交替开火节奏把控的得体自然。

…这些话她别指望我会亲口说出来,夸一句就足够了。Okay,that’s kinda hot.


跑车不必多讲,难道驾车在道路间穿梭与撞击死神次次擦肩而过,享受飙车的快感不够吸引人吗?如果不喜欢,那无话可说,That’s kinda lame.


最后,关于食物。


执行完任务通常第一件事是思考吃什么,Cole曾经对我能在开枪杀死目标后立刻沉浸在食物中表示诧异,他会先因为某个即将作恶的恐怖分子被击毙而失去胃口一会儿。一般这种时候我会自己啃着牛排一边听他回顾刚才的任务细节或是一些只有男人才爱听的故事,偶尔搭理他一两句提出几个无关紧要的问题,等我吃完当地的特色食物,他也正好讲完,最后我可以顺便喝掉他那杯分文未动的饮品,印象中他会笑着默许。


但John不同,处理完号码我们会挑一家不错的饭店吃点什么,他总会带着那戏谑的笑问我要不要来一份松露鹌鹑蛋。John的话远比Cole少,但很多时候都让自己想用公式化的笑容回敬,或是在嘴里塞满食物的时候还要嘟囔着反击,当我喝掉他那杯酒后准会看到他教科书式正经的微笑,附带一句:

“Shaw,you pay for it.”


和Root一起吃饭会多一些花絮,有时我感到比起对食物她更对我感兴趣。如果她能老老实实坐在对面安安分分看我吃完一顿饭,Thanks God. 尽管机器会帮她选出最合我口味的饭店,她依然能给我更多的惊喜——在沙拉里吃到十种调味酱,面包里咬出写满自己名字的小纸条,酒精度超标的威士忌(后来她大概半天没下床),藏着手榴弹的奶油蛋糕。


有一次Root把订婚戒指塞进了牛排里(鬼知道她怎么做到的),等自己皱紧眉吃出它时,抬头见她睁着闪烁着天真无害的眼睛看着我,将黑乎乎的枪口藏在餐巾下瞄准我的胸口不留余地,委委屈屈地逼问:

“你是选择牛排还是我,Sam?”


我没有答话,只是疑虑地看着盘中骤然多出的银色戒指,精细的纹路看上去价格不菲,大概是她特地准备的礼物。眼神在Root和戒指间游离,明白她的用意又不那么确信,即使交往了不少时日这个女人还会变着花样逗自己,谁知道今天她是真想送上一枚婚戒还是打算一笑而过。更何况用牛排和枪来威胁,顺从她意愿的选项在心里被画上了巨大的红叉。

撇撇嘴翻眼瞥了星辰遍布的夜空重新将戒指吞进嘴里,朝她歪了歪头拿起刀叉若无其事地继续享用剩下一半的牛排。


谁会在送戒指的时候用枪?虽然从口径就能看出这是自己喜欢的绝版家伙,但这场面看上去更像一个玩笑…当然开始就当闹剧彻底回绝自己也难以做到,毕竟是她主动邀我来最棒的露天餐厅共进晚餐——环境还不错,从来不怀疑机器的品味,这儿的牛排烹饪水平堪称一流,蘸着黑胡椒的牛肉带点血丝入口即化,是很经典的日式神户牛排,自己非常满意。


就这样在名枪的致命陪伴和她目光葵葵下吃着那块牛排,悠扬的钢琴曲放缓了微妙的气氛,不时咀嚼着抬头望见Root一身黑色系的晚礼裙,勾勒出不错的身材曲线赏心悦目,再低头看看自己随性的牛仔裤,小小翻个白眼继续叉起一块新的牛肉放入口中。等到最后一口食物下肚,把戒指吐进手边的酒杯里,看着银色首饰泛着微小的气泡沉入金色的液体底部。


她大概是沉不住气或想扳回一局,端起那杯酒毫不犹豫地一饮而尽,数秒后只剩戒指在空高脚杯中叮当作响。也许是喝的太快刺激了神经,餐厅斑驳陆离的灯光下仍能看得出Root的脸色涌上红晕,盯着自己的目光一瞬有那么点迷离,她有点醉了。


而后见她将握着酒杯的手臂伸出50层的护栏外,一阵夜风扬起她的长发遮挡起对方的面容,但自己当即明白她要做什么......


在半秒内迅速起身撞上玻璃把手伸出去,紧紧抓住了那个已经自由下落了十厘米的酒杯,松口气暗暗庆幸了这个围栏质量不错。忽视掉餐厅里其他客人们纷纷投来的诧异目光,拍打了衣服上的褶皱神态自若地与她面对面坐好,但心里的火气蹭蹭往上冒,望向她的眸子里藏着锐利的剑。

倒出杯里的戒指在手心里握紧,丢开空杯起身隔着餐桌拽起她的手臂伸向自己,捏住手腕不客气地把戒指戴到她的无名指上,目光似箭钉进对方眸底,咬紧牙狠狠吐出几个字:


“No way, Mrs.Shaw. ”


顿了顿,坐回去用更加低沉沙哑的嗓音警告她:


“现在,把那该死的枪收起来,我没见过求婚还用手枪胁迫的。”


她似乎是还没反应过来这一分钟内发生的事,仿佛那枚戒指已经掉下去无影无踪而不是正戴在她手上,酒精能麻痹神经。也可能是自己突然的恼火与行动令她不知所措,因为现在写在对方脸上的只有像小孩子被责备后的极度委屈。

见她将手枪光明正大摆上了餐桌中央,果真是把好枪,自己瞬间被它吸引连板着的脸都柔和了几分,但还是识趣地先将注意力放回Root身上。不出所料还是那副楚楚可怜的模样,两手叠放在膝上微微侧歪着上身,抿紧双唇正用那双诉说千言万语的漂亮眼睛看着我,无辜地摇了摇头。


“不,我没想打算威胁你娶我,亲爱的…”


我没有讲话,只是点点头用目光示意她继续。


“我原本是准备把它当礼物送你的,就在你收下戒指之后…”



“Well,这个主意很好,我接受了。”

说着不客气地将枪拿到自己的餐盘边宣誓主权,忍下了在餐厅试枪的冲动。单手撑着下巴眨眨眼接着问道:

“那牛排和你怎么解释?”


“这个是真的,Sameen…我想要听你的答案。”


她投向自己的眼神更加真切和期待,好像这么很在意这个答案,但对自己而言这个问题简直不可理喻。没有可比性,如果非要一个直白的说法…深吸一口气缓缓叹出,这个小疯子总爱给人出难题,等着我先表态她才会放心地跟过来。不过自己不介意直来直去,就像射出的箭。


短暂的沉默中二人之间只流淌着一首小夜曲,不急不缓的乐曲舒展着思绪,晚风凉爽适时地吹散焦躁,不由自主在唇边勾出一个自然的笑容。坐正身子看着她,指尖有节律地敲着桌面,跟着乐曲明暗交替的旋律一字一顿:

“I want you, Root.”


低头看了看空着的牛排餐盘挑起眉向她补充:


“Both.”

说罢站起身牵起她纤细修长的五指,俯首虔诚地吻上此刻牢牢戴在对方指根的戒指,来自她肌肤的温度染上双唇传入胸腔。


现在除了那些,眼前的这个人一样不可辜负,直到自己不再存活于世上的那刻。


她,Root,Mrs.Shaw.



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【肖根】Evening.

*以前的随笔之一

*大概是一个肖根婚后的脑洞,梗来自朋友

*依然是Shaw的第一人称视角


夏夜的天空黑得很晚,抱起双臂倚在门厅外的走廊立柱上,橘色晚霞铺在半空久久不散带来时光停滞的错觉,让人误以为现在仍是下班吃饭的时候。隔着玻璃窗偏头看进屋内,墙上的钟即将指向数字九,等待与时间的流逝令自己微微蹙眉。

不早了。她向来准时,希望最后的几分钟不会让人多等。

街道上引擎熄火的声响拉回了自己的注意,便将视线集中在出入庭院的木门上。但整整一分钟内那门意料之中的保持纹丝不动,没有动静没有人影,几只麻雀依然落在那里喋喋不休。准点报时的木鸟从钟内滑出啄击着声音清脆的铃铛,频率恰好能盖住脚步声作为潜...

*以前的随笔之一

*大概是一个肖根婚后的脑洞,梗来自朋友

*依然是Shaw的第一人称视角


夏夜的天空黑得很晚,抱起双臂倚在门厅外的走廊立柱上,橘色晚霞铺在半空久久不散带来时光停滞的错觉,让人误以为现在仍是下班吃饭的时候。隔着玻璃窗偏头看进屋内,墙上的钟即将指向数字九,等待与时间的流逝令自己微微蹙眉。

不早了。她向来准时,希望最后的几分钟不会让人多等。

街道上引擎熄火的声响拉回了自己的注意,便将视线集中在出入庭院的木门上。但整整一分钟内那门意料之中的保持纹丝不动,没有动静没有人影,几只麻雀依然落在那里喋喋不休。准点报时的木鸟从钟内滑出啄击着声音清脆的铃铛,频率恰好能盖住脚步声作为潜入的最佳掩护。


她的确这样做了。我就知道。


一双手轻柔地遮去了眼前灿烂的霞光,手指微凉的触感覆上闭起的眼睑,耳边响起人如风的细语。

“I’m back.”


如果世上有谁能轻易绕过层层戒备,像这样肆无忌惮地站在身后却不触动任何本能的应激反应,令自己无条件接受零距离的肌肤碰触。

只有Root一个人。


“Well,时间刚好。”

在黑暗中平静地回应了她,握住人骨节分明的手指从眼前拉下,转身目光迎上对方甜美的笑容,微微在唇角勾起弧度。


“Welcome back?”

话音未落伸手揽上肩头将对方打横抱起步伐坚实地走回屋中,颈间环着人略显纤细的双臂,侧脸被她留下一个柔软的吻。在沙发前正想将人放下,只感到手臂上传来一阵细微的力道,敏锐地从那双棕色的眸中读出了不舍的意味。


很多时候Root表里不一,她会一边示意我放她下来一边靠绝妙的神情透露出相反的信息,时间久了即使是不擅研读表达的自己也能猜出她那点小心思。


“你可以不松手,但这样就不能用笔记本上网了。”


挑眉向她摆出另一个带着诱惑的选项——黑客的电脑与恋人的怀抱,还算是个旗鼓相当的抉择。


但Root也总能做出一个完美兼顾的选择。见她微愣一下咬住下唇大概是在犹豫,而后一只手不紧不慢拿出手机在我眼前晃晃,手指开始在几寸的液晶屏上飞舞。这仿佛挑衅的举止令自己抿紧双唇注视着怀中若无其事的人,故意减轻了双臂抱着她的力道让对方开始缓缓下滑。沉默中开始了反击,又淡淡补上一句:


“一只手挂着不累?”


“Hmm.你想做什么,亲爱的?”


极尽温柔的嗓音伴着询问的话语飘入耳际,再垂眸时下颚不偏不倚地抵在手枪坚硬的外壳上,Root正轻轻弯起唇角纯良地冲自己笑。


面对枪口冰冷的威胁下意识皱起眉,再看看怀中人极尽平和的模样不由得舒展眉宇同样勾起一丝笑意。习惯了她总是能把危险的事演绎得云淡风轻。想到这里便毫不犹豫地松开手任人霎时失重下坠到沙发上。


对待Root最关键的一点是不能大意,即便是对相处如此久的恋人她也能突然用开枪表达爱意。

在丢下她的一瞬头已经像一侧偏去,子弹撩开发丝在耳畔带出一阵迅疾的风。


和对方不约而同地扭头欣赏墙上新增的弹孔,和那些原先不幸射偏的各式枪孔快要组成一幅抽象画作。忍不住翻了白眼在心中抱怨当初就该让Harold把墙壁全订成防弹套装。


冷淡地回过头隔着漆黑的枪口俯视她透出纯良无辜的双眸,情绪稍有点愠怒。虽然不惊讶她真会开枪,但随意破坏家具的行为也该列入禁止事项之中。此时Root已经重新举起枪对准了自己的眉心,笑容更為甜膩無害。


“Opps.”

她的食指弯曲扣下扳机,子弹已空的响声自枪膛传出。


这个女人总能把平淡的生活变成连艺术家都要叹为观止的戏剧。她了解自己不畏惧枪支,不惧怕死亡,暴力与枪火只会响应彼此的默契燃烧起理智的神经。走在黑与白的边界,生与死的边缘让我们深知内心归属,最为珍贵,最为迷恋。


所以。

沉默凝视着她的面容直到世界陷入安静,直到彼此的眼眸中只倒映出对方的模样,直到声音不再被抑制,直到遵从本能的叫嚣。无奈而宠溺似地摇摇头,夺下她手中碍事的枪丢在地上,单膝跪上沙发弯腰捧起她的脸颊,阖眸深沉地吻上这个小疯子的红唇。


知道自己在乎她。


我爱她。

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