১৫২. রাতের গভীরে পিছু ধাওয়া করে হত্যা

অন্য anake, suyan ebong lin qingyue gari kore barite firechilen.
lin qingyue antorik vabe krito জানিয়েছে, bolechen, "apnake onek dhonnobad je apni ekhuni amar sahopathider restaurant theke niye gelechen."
ajker ai sahopathider milonela kono anander bisoy chilo na, tobuo gurutwopurno somoye suyer er samne dariye para lin qingyue ke santona diyechilo.
tar hridoe se shotti ekta gorber anubhuti pachhilo.
suyan sahaje bollo, "amake dhonnobad dite hobe na, ami shudhu cai na apnake keu apotoke fele."
dui jon nijeder basabari fire gelo, suyan lin qingyue ke abasaner nichotola porjonto niye gelo, kintu sathe upore gelo na.
"apni agey jan, amar kichu kaj ache."
lin qingyue ete ektu obak hoye bollo, "eto rate apnar abar ki kaj thakte pare?"
suyan sahaje bollo, "kichu baiyoktik kaj."
lin qingyue ektu bhuru kunchale, dekhte paoa gelo se ektu obhsiman hoyeche.
suyan hese bollo, "niscinth thakun, ami onno kono meyer kache jacchi na."
lin qingyue er mukh laal hoye gelo, ghurie mukh bekiye bollo, "apni beshi bhabchen, apnar kar kache jawa uchit ta apnar swadhinota, amake bojhate hobe na."
kotha shesh kore, lin qingyue tar sundor mukh laal kore druto siri mukher dike doure gelo.
suyan ektu hese, lin qingyue ke chole jete dekhe, ghurie abasaner probeshpather ekta goli r kache chole gelo.
goli r mukhe ese, suyan dhire dhire thame gelo, tar chokher drishti niye goli r bhitorer andhokarer dike takalo.
goli r sheshe, dhire dhire ek jora purush o nari aschilo, purushter mathe ekta cap chilo, ja tar mukhotike dhake rekhechilo, nariti ekta tight poshak porechilo, ja tar shorirer bhenge gora aakar ke dhake rekhechilo, kintu tar chokh dujonate ekta thanda vhab chilo.
deri pa bes soft chilo, tader drishti suyan er dikeo chilo.
suyan ekta cigrette tanlo, tar chokhe ekti koutukey vhab niye aschey purush o nari r dike takiye bollo, "shudhu dui jon elo? mone hocche keu amake abar choto kore dekheche."
jokhon suyan kotha bolchilo, tokhon dujon e suyan er samne ese porlo, tader dharalo drishti suyan er opor chilo.
tarpor tara eke oporer dike takiye, isharay tader obhijaner kotha bolchilo.

suyan er thoter kone hasi fute uthlo, na thamiye se ghurie doure palate laglo.
tara jokhon dekhe suyan paliye jacche, tara sathe sathe tar pichon pichon dourlo.
"amader luoshen villa r biruddhe jaower shahosh dekhaecho, ajkei tomar mrittur din!"
tara dujon e joy-er moto luoshen villa r dhoronor shikhore chilo.
luoshen er adesh chilo bole, tara suyan er upor kholakhuli bhabe akromon korte parchilo na, kintu ajke joy-er phone asar por tara suyan er obhijan khobor peyechilo, tai tara gupone pichon pichon ese, suyan ke hotta korar prostuti nichilo.
suyan hasi diye bollo, "luoshen villa shudhu boka gulo ke poshe rekheche, eto taratari keu ki nijer matha dite chay?"
"amader oi abojonoder sathe tulona korbe na, ajke amar dharalo churi tomar pran niye nabe."
kotha shesh hite na hite, ekta thanda alor churi sohor suyan er mukher dike chole elo, tar goti eto druto chilo, jeno ekta guli r moto.
sposhto je, ei churi r goti ager oi bideshi bonudoyer thkeo druto chilo, ar akromon o shokto chilo, tader kache thik e kichu koushol chilo.
shudhu durbhaggobosh, suyan er shokti tader kolponar baire chilo, oi churi asar shomoy, suyan ekside ektu sorie gelo, churi tar nak er upor diye chole giye pichoner deyele gnte gelo.
shomogro churi ti deyele dhuke gelo, kintu deyele kono fatora chilo na, eta thekei bojha jay je hand power ti thik moto bebohar kora hoyeche, ek najorei dekha jay je lokti churi chalate khub bhalo.
dharalo li jokhon dekhlo je suyan tar akromon er theke beche geche, tokhon o tar mukhe ekta uttejona fute uthlo o bollo, "shottei kichu koushol ache!"
ar tar onno thanda nari shongi tishe tar shongir ei kaver upor oshontusto hoye, rege giye bollo, "tumi ki kichu korte parbe naki? eto deri hole luoshen jene gele amader sobar obostha kharap hobe."
"amake korte dao!"
nariti ek pa agiye, nijei samne asar prostuti nilo.
dharalo li sathe sathe take thamiye diye bollo, "take mukabela korar jonno, amar ekjon e jotheshto!"
kotha shesh kore, dharalo li tar churi niye suyan er dike aghum korlo.
suyan taratari hat bodlate galo na, karon eta ekta residential area chilo, jodi ekhane loraie kore, tobe take tar pore beboharto kaj gulo korte hobe.
ghurie, se taratari garir modhye chole gelo, ek pa gas pedal e fele, gorjon kore chole gelo.
dharalo li ta dekhe, ekta kharap kotha bole, rastar pashe ekta gari churi kore, tar shongir sathe pichon pichon chole elo.
ei somoye, yodio eta office theke ferar busy time chilo na, kintu eta ratrer jiboner busy time chilo, rastay gari gulo onek chilo.
suyan er gari chalabar goti khub druto chilo, jeno ekta sap gari guler modhye diye chole jacche, pray onnor gari r gaye lege jabar obostha chilo, jar fole rastar lokjon o driver ra gari theke matha ber kore gari galaj korchilo.
engine er gorjon shohor o sristi korchilo, jeno roktorer moto, ratrer rastay chole jachilo, dekhte pare ekta car racing show er moto.
dharalo li ra oto ta bhaggoban chilo na, tara shob shomoy gari gulo r upor diye chole jacche, churi kora gari ti dhongsho hoye giyechilo, jodi suyan nije theke goti komie na dito, tobe tara kobe e hariye jeto.
dekhte paoa jacche jodi onnora pichon theke chole asche, suyan abar gari r goti bariye dilo, dane hate gear bodle, jhore r moto gari ti ber kore dilo.
"sho sho..."
suyan gari r janaa bondho korar somoy payni, kaner pashe hawa shabdo korchilo, ekta thanda hawa bhitor dhuke porchilo, ja take khub uttejit korchilo.
ar sei somoye pichoner garite, nari killer ti samne takiye bollo, "dharalo li, amar keno mone hocche ei cheleti amader sathe jeno khela korche?"
dharalo li rege giye bollo, "ami agei bujhechi, se amake ekhane khene eneche, jehetu eta shohor er baire, take mere felar por amader ar laash lukanor jayga khujte hobe na!"
nariti rege giye bollo, "matha kharap hoye jacche amar! amra eto gulo lok ke hotta korechi, keu kobe amader emon opoman koreni, ajke oboshoy ei bokachoda ke bhalo vabe shasti debo."
tader chokhe, suyan chilo tader shikar, kintu ekhonkar obostha holo, shikar tader nak diye tene niye jacche, emon anubhuti tader khub krodhito korchilo.
"na, ar shomoy noshto kora jabe na, ami take shesh kore debo!"
nariti bhuru kunchale, oshontusto hoye tar pichoner bag theke ekta M3 sniper gun ber korlo, tar shorirer adha ongsho gari r baire ber kore, sohojabe suyan er dike target korlo.
jokhon e se trigger tipbe, tokhon dharalo li hat bariye take thamiye bollo, "lanyu, guli chalio na, amra bar bar tar kach theke opomanito hoyechi, jodi ek guli te take mere feli, tobe to ta tar jonno onek shohoj hobe na ki?"
dharalo li dat e dat chepe, rege bollo.
"ei loktake amar kache chere dao, ami amar churi diye tar rokto shukano porjonto kebe debo, take emon ekta obosthay fele debo jeno tar jibon mrittur soman mone hoy."
lanyu kichu shomoy thame thaklo, tar mukh bhalo chilo na, suyan er dike takiye kichu chinta kore, sheshe se tar shorir bhetore tule nilo, thanda shore bollo.
"tomake ami dosh minit dilo, dosh minit por o jodi tumi take shesh korte na paro, tobe ei loktake ami hotta korbo!"