In the living room, the 11-year-old boy was sitting on the sofa holding a map and marking something very detailed. On weekends, Jisty, who was like a doll, stood face to face on the porch. The scene in front of him seemed quiet but was actually a chaotic one made him, a police star, completely confused. This little girl staring at her pistol was Jisty? Why didn't she look scared at all? Didn't she say Roger wanted to kill her?

On weekends, he looked into the living room, slowly squatted down and reached out to support Jisty, who was only about the age of 19, and asked, "What the hell is going on? Isn't Roger going to kill you? Why are you not afraid at all?"

"What are you afraid of?" the little girl widened her eyes and said an incredible sentence: "He did this last time."

"Last time?"

"Yes, he killed his goldfish last time."

"Why?"

"Because Roger's cat is dead."

He was going crazy on the weekend, and he didn't understand a word about this little girl named Jisty!

Not to mention him, no one can understand this.

"Wait a minute." The weekend felt that there seemed to be a story here, so he asked again: "Jisty, can you tell me how these things are connected?"

"Lend me to play with your gun."

The words came out of Jisty's mouth as if the whole thing had nothing to do with her. A very coping expression appeared on the face of the girl who was only * years old.

Click.

After watching Jisty sighed, she removed the magazine and checked it carefully again, and then she confirmed that there were no bullets left in the gun hall. Then she said, "Don't walk out of this house with a gun."

“Ok.”

Jisty was jealous. Although she could tell at a glance that the little girl had never touched the gun, her expression was unstoppable love on her face: "That's right, a week ago, Roger's cat died, and he was very sad, so Roger squatted under the stairs where the cat loved to play the most. At this time, Charlotte comforted him. She sat under the stairs and hugged Roger for two hours, and went to his bedroom to coax him to sleep. The next day, Charlotte gave Roger two goldfish because the goldfish would not go out of the house to eat something unclean."

"Roger was very happy at the time, he was laughing, and then, when Charlotte came back in the evening, both goldfish were dead."

"Charlotte scolded Roger. She rarely scolded people so angry. From then on, it took nearly a week to ignore Roger. So, he cut his arm with a knife today, making the knife full of blood and threatened me to kill me."

"That's it."

Jisty's simple narrative made the weekend fall into deep thought, and these words contain metaphors like thunder everywhere!

There is no problem with the first stage of the conversation, but at the beginning of the second stage, it seems that I see a familiar shadow again on the weekend. Because Roger's fish died. For children who just lost their pets, they are in the sad stage like men and women after a broken heart. When a new emotion comes in, he will feel novelty, which is the so-called freshness that dilutes the sadness. At this time, Roger will not let his goldfish die in a bad life.

"Roger can't raise fish?" asked a question over the weekend.

"He deliberately fed too much fish food, and when Charlotte told him that he couldn't feed it more, he fed it 12 times a day."

Roger just wanted those goldfish to die!

The weekend fully understood because he found clues in the first stage of this narrative, so the whole story became extremely smooth and no longer difficult to understand.

First of all, Charlotte gave Roger too much care after Roger's cat died, and this care made Roger happy. He liked to live in this comfortable feeling, so he longed for the second time of this care, so he killed the fish he just got. In this regard, Charlotte could not see it. After scolding Roger, he adopted a cold approach to make Roger realize his mistake. But Roger misunderstood. He thought he was not strong enough and the two goldfish could not attract Charlotte's attention, so he cut himself and threatened Jisty to make Charlotte's return that day.

In other words, Roger is a paranoid guy with serious psychological problems.

"Why aren't you afraid?" asked Zhouzhang, looking at Jisty.

Jisty said without any concern on her face: "As long as I call Charlotte, Roger will not do anything to me."

Jisty understands Roger's way of thinking!

Not only did she understand, but she might also understand everything that happened between Roger and Charlotte before. However, she was young and could not describe all this in words.

"What if you don't call?" asked over the weekend.

"Then..." Jisty thought for a moment, and she had no idea what death was, and she whispered: "Maybe Roger will kill me."

Jisty ran away and turned along the porch into the room next to her. After following her weekend, she saw obvious dripping blood on the living room floor. The bloody knife was thrown next to a bunch of dolls. The scene was shocking.

There was a sofa on the brown floor, and an 11-year-old boy was playing on his own. The little girl Jisty returned to the doll with the weekend gun and kept fiddling with her, letting the blood-carpet knife around her throw it on the ground, and the blood dripped in the sunlight.

The two children never had any intersection. The 11-year-old boy was not attracted by the gun in Jisty's hand. The two children in the room seemed to be completely isolated by different auras, and they didn't care about each other.

It's so weird. Children's nature is to play. This purpose will make them gather together. They have their own world. It's like children in the park playing together and adults will gossip themselves, but nothing happened in this room.

On the weekend, I leaned over to the sofa and saw a few pictures scattered on the map next to the sofa. The pictures were painted with hamburgers, meat floss and other foods that were not very similar, and routes were marked on the map.

"Hey, did you see what happened just now?" asked on the weekend.

The little boy responded: "Roger wants to kill Jisty."

I was so choking that I didn’t know what to say on weekends: “You are not going to stop it?”

The little boy looked up at him and responded normally: "No such plan."

What kind of family is this?

The weekend is about to drive the two children in front of him crazy because every expression he sees is extremely familiar.

call……

call……

Forced himself to take a deep breath over the weekend and asked, "What are you doing?"

“Planning for the future.”

"Plan to start in the catering industry in the future?"

The little boy was almost reluctant to chat with the weekend and looked up and gave him a blank look, as if the little guy was insulted: "Am I that inferior?"

"Then are you?"

"This is my career." The little boy explained reluctantly: "After this family collapses, I want to support myself."

"Crash?"

"What else?" the little boy analyzed through the weekend's doubts: "My adoptive father, Mr. Lambert, was hospitalized. During this period, Roger began to deteriorate. Charlotte obviously couldn't handle all this."

"All of you were adopted?"

"Yes, Roger, Jisty, so do I, Charlotte."

When I saw a little boy who was so cold that he tried to save words when he talked about it, the weirdness in the room became even more obvious: "Okay, cool, then tell me what career is this for you?"

"My criminal kingdom."

The little boy had no intention of joking, and he was a little proud. The explanation below seemed to be a complete plan after field investigation and various evaluations, and it was definitely not a whimsical idea: "———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"o." He was a little shocked by the little boy on the weekend. He retorted reluctantly: "Didn't you hear the news that when the Anti-Drug and Anti-Drug Department rushed to the den of the criminal organization yesterday, those people had already transported their things away with aircraft?"

"What next time? Will these policemen aimed at the sky with their shiny guns before rushing in? Some things are used as surprise attacks, and the second time they are idiots." The little boy said coldly: "I'm different." He pointed to the marked location on the map: "This is a medical-big-ma-sales center, which requires a doctor's prescription to buy. They did not roll the big-big-ma-in-paper into paper to sell cigarette rolls. These guys made big-big-ma-in-filled soup food, sticky video, big-big-ma-oil, cookies."

"Do you understand?"

On the weekend, I pointed to the food not very good on paper and said, "You, you, this is..."

“Totally correct!”

The little boy certainly knew what he was saying: "Lambert took me to a GM restaurant, the ice cream could be in the shape of foie gras, the bread was turkey, there was anything you could imagine, I was wondering why I couldn't change my goods to other things through GM, so even if I was in the police station, they would just think I was selling pizza."

Fortunately, he is only 11 years old!

I didn't know what to say about this little boy on weekends. I felt like I was trapped in the living room of the Devil's House, and even the air flowing around was filled with evil. Who is this Lambert?

"Now do you know why I need your help?" Charlotte and Roger stood at the door, putting her hand on Roger's shoulder. At this moment, Roger's hand had been bandaged: "Listen, now I want to chat with Officer Zhou, you are not allowed to cause any trouble during this period."

"hat!" The cold little boy stood up from the sofa and looked at the living room door, exclaiming: "I - he - mom - just told him the most perfect crime plan!"

Charlotte had no intention of apologizing, and tried to make the lip shape particularly obvious and said, "sorry!"

Bang.

A light sound came, and the little girl Jisty pulled the bolt at some point, and pulled the trigger at the 11-year-old boy with cold face.
Chapter completed!