"I'm leaving."

At night, Charlotte brought all three little guys to the bedroom to rest, only weekends and she was left in the huge living room. Under the light, the family atmosphere seemed particularly strong, and even the fruits on the table seemed to be looking forward to something happening. At that time...

"Week, wait a moment."

Charlotte, wearing a home T-shirt and denim shorts, looked particularly relaxed. The big earring pendant on her ears was also taken off. She turned her head and let her hair flutter on half of the face. After lifting up, her short hair quietly fell on her face: "Can you do me a favor?"

Looking at him over the weekend, he reached out to throw the suit he had put on his hand when he was about to leave on the armrest of the sofa, and looked at her and asked, "Tell me."

This was the first night he had contacted Charlotte. He was not that familiar and seemed a little restrained. Even when he was having supper just now, the table was terrible.

"I want to have a drink..."

Based on the weekend's understanding, this sentence is definitely a signal when it comes out of a woman's mouth. However, Charlotte's attitude completely denies the meaning that should have. What she said is only literal, and that firm gaze seems to be helping the weekend affirm the answer in her heart.

"Why didn't I understand?"

When Charlotte saw the weekend's expression, he waved his hand: "no, no, no, hell, no!"

"It's not what you think." She explained and said, "You know who I am, right? Then you can imagine how monotonous my world is, goddamn... I must be crazy." Charlotte pinched his waist and held his forehead with one hand, embarrassedly no longer knowing what to say.

On the weekend, I smiled when I looked at Charlotte with a embarrassed look, but I didn't know what to do with the current situation. Charlotte's expression was really funny. The media, which was wrinkled because of the rush, was faster because of the difficulty of explanation, and danced like the various gestures that the host would make when broadcasting on TV. It was so funny.

Suddenly, Charlotte gave up all physical activities and calmed down: "I have no friends."

This sentence directly lowered the indoor temperature a lot, but on the weekend I felt that the distance between the two people was much closer: "Go and get the wine glass."

On a warm night, Charlotte and the weekend sat at both ends of the same long sofa, leaning against the armrest of the sofa, explaining to each other what only people like them could say to each other.

"Okay, let's say something?" Charlotte took a bottle of cheap whiskey and put ice in the cup.

He was holding a cup and looking at the whole room through the amber liquid, saying without looking back on the weekend: "Tell me, why don't you have friends?"

Charlotte curled his lips. He held the wine glass with one hand and spread the other hand: "How could you become friends with other people when you discovered that you were using the same body as another guy on the first day of your adoption?"

"Split personality."

He didn't show too many surprises on the weekend. He saw too many things this year - he was no longer surprised.

"That's right. Her name is Yoda,————king Yoda." Charlotte swears: "Lambert told me that she can communicate with people in English, French and German. She also claimed that she was trained by the spy organization, similar to the KGB or something."

"Wait a minute." Charlotte's narration stopped over the weekend, "You mean, you and her have no idea about the other person's existence?"

"No, before Lambert told me, no one has ever mentioned the word split personality. It's just that I recorded four violent attacks on others in the orphanage archives. These things have never appeared in my world. It was Lambert who took out a video of a reporter interview and I realized the fact that there are two souls in this body. Do you know? When that video appeared in front of me, I could clearly see that the person on the TV was myself, but the damn thing was that I couldn't remember why that interview didn't exist in my memory."

"Otherwise, why wouldn't I be willing to be friends with other people?"

After nodding over the weekend, learning about the trouble that this experience has caused to Charlotte, he responded: "Now I can understand how monotonous your world is."

"Of course!" Charlotte emphasized his tone: "At the age of fourteen or five, the other girls were enjoying their ignorant first love. I had to act like a queen. Otherwise, I would know if the boys who were planning to be intimate with me would be beaten to another pig head by Yoda, just like the priest who was about to take advantage of me but had his hands broken. And I don't remember any priest who wanted to take advantage of me."

"Haha." She smiled secretly on the weekend.

Charlotte turned around and glared at him: "What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't expect to meet a virgin girl like you in a place like the United States. It's harder than making a rookie who doesn't even have basic acting skills become a star."

"Hey, are you laughing at me? I don't need to laugh at me now."

On weekends, I usually don’t make jokes too much before I get in touch with Charlotte, so I ease the atmosphere and say, “Okay.” But I don’t know why I always want to tease Charlotte: “Tell me when you need to mock it.”

"hat?" Charlotte stared at her eyes and slowly raised her middle finger little by little for the weekend.

This environment will feel awkward, but I couldn't hold back my laughter on the weekend and laughed out loud again: "Puff...hahahaha..."

After a few laughs, even Charlotte began to become more relaxed.

"I have not only no friends, but since I was a child, I have never attended any classmate's birthday party and invited anyone to my home. Over the years, I have been treating myself, including studying criminal psychology, medical psychology, micro-expression, and not even a minute of my life every day. Lambert told me that in a stable and busy environment, it is very helpful for my condition."

"These days are indeed fulfilling, but I'm used to them. Zhou, can you understand what I mean?"

After saying this on the weekend, Charlotte said: "It's understandable. In this environment, you will not take the initiative to get close to you because the boy is handsome, nor will you let those sweet words penetrate your ears. If they can't really understand you, don't think of holding your hand and kissing your lips."

Pick up the wine glass on the weekend: "hey-daddy's-girl."

bite.

Charlotte handed over the wine glass and made a sound when the two cups collided together.

"I'm afraid that's why I stayed for you to have a drink?" I took a sip of the wine in the glass over the weekend: "You need to look at you personally, at least you have to know that you have nothing to do before you can leave after you have drunk too much. Otherwise, after losing your control, as long as there is a little guy in this room that doesn't fall asleep... I'm afraid it will cause a disaster."

Charlotte, who did not respond, started another topic: "I can't hold on anymore. The pressure brought to me by Roger is too great, and even Lambert can't change his paranoia. I have been very tired these days." Turning her head. She smiled at the weekend: "So I want to relax."

"At least you are a policeman or a police star."

"You are not stupid."

Charlotte drank the second glass of wine through his voice, and then saw the woman holding the wine in her mouth for a long time. People who often drink know that this way of drinking is to taste every slight taste in the wine. A woman who has never drunk alcohol will definitely not be like this. Most of the time, she will choose to swallow the liquid directly under the impact of the smell of alcohol.

I remembered the weekend. When I first came to this house, I saw Charlotte standing at the window outside the house with a cup in his arms. He still remembered the shape of the cup. The cup was the square thick-soled whiskey glass he was holding now. No one would pour coffee or juice into this cup!

After this idea appeared in my mind, I almost started to reason about occupational diseases on the weekend. If Charlotte and Yoda who appeared after the split personality would not share their memories, then Charlotte probably wouldn't know that she had drunk alcohol when Yoda appeared. What's more, the guy she split was a woman who claimed to be from a similar KGB spy organization. Would such a woman have never drunk alcohol?

"Why don't you talk?" Charlotte asked.

"nothing."

He looked at Charlotte, thinking slowly, imagining everything that was laid out in his mind, when the self-righteous answer was about to come together...

"Forget what's in your mind, I won't have anything to do with a man when I meet the second time."

Charlotte felt a sense of disgust, and only then did he get rid of the thoughts in his mind on the weekend. When his eyes became clearer, he found himself staring at the round and round part of Charlotte's T-shirt: "Uh..."

It can be seen that Charlotte hates purposeful approaching, and this kind of woman will only accept everything that happens when it comes to life, and don't even think about anything else.

On the stairs on the second floor, Roger secretly glanced into the living room at the corner. In the darkness, a fruit knife was being pinched into his hand.

"Tell me about you."

Hearing this sound over the weekend, he put the wine glass on the coffee table in front of him and said, "I have anything to say..."

He found that Charlotte had just put down his psychological armor was dressed neatly again. This woman had a strong defense. If she was not a policeman, she would never ask for help. If she had not been hyped by the media recently, Charlotte would not have been able to sit on the sofa and drink with you. Self-control, even her contact with herself was a follow-up only when she saw the existence of super self-control with her.

I don’t know how long it has passed, and I don’t know how much I drank on the weekend. Under the erosion of this alcohol without any food and drink, I quickly felt drunken and sleepy. Then, the couple of upper and lower eyelids protested desperately for too long to enjoy the power that the couple should have. At that moment, he finally couldn’t stand it.

At that time, Charlotte had already fallen asleep on the armrest of the sofa.

...

Roger on the stairs showed super psychological qualities. In this case, he was sitting on the stairs with a sharp knife in his hand. He did not rush forward, nor was he rushing by the jealousy in his heart.

Huh... Huh...

Half an hour later, the slight snoring sounded evenly in the living room on the weekend. Roger slowly got up at the dark stairs, holding the knife in his hand and walked out step by step along the stairs in the shadows under the lights.

That scene was even more creepy than the appearance of a murderer in the movie. Roger did not appear in a suit and tie. He wore pajamas and tied his belt while walking down the stairs, approaching the weekend in the most homely posture.

He didn't want to pour a glass of water after waking up in the middle of the night, but his attitude of killing someone with a knife was exactly the same as his attitude of going downstairs to pour a glass of water in the kitchen. It made people wonder whether the murder was a crime or not, and whether he needed to bear the psychological pressure of guilt.

Click, click, click...

The clock's hand beating again and again in the quiet night, and the sound was like a midnight soul-tempering song. At such a rhythm, Roger took the last step down the stairs, turned around, and appeared in the living room.

No one would believe how calm Roger took for granted. As he approached the coffee table and stood in front of Charlotte, he slowly smiled in an admiring posture. The blade of the fruit knife was shining with a light shining brightly under the light, as if it was rendering another atmosphere.

"You are mine."

Roger said this in the least voice. After saying that, he turned over and looked at Zhouzhang. One hand was placed on his stomach and the other hand was snoring in a strange position, but his eyes were not closed very tightly. Of course, Roger could not see this detail.

Raising his legs, he slowly stepped past Charlotte's position. If he hadn't appreciated the woman's appearance in sleep, Roger could have leaned over from the other side of the sofa in an easier way.

Just at this second, Roger looked at the weekend with contempt and muttered: "I told you that I won't allow you to be together."

Swish!

The fruit knife was lit out. He held the fruit knife and raised his arm in a reverse shape, stabbing it directly without hesitation.

This action was done in one go. If you pretend to be asleep on the weekend, it would probably be the best opportunity to fight back now... just!

I remained motionless on this action on weekends!!!

Roger raised his lips and his eyebrows slightly raised. The stabbed expression was as pleasant as the first time a child saw hundreds of LEDs lit up in Times Square in New York.

"Don't cause me trouble."

At the critical moment, Roger had already seen the tip of his knife touching the slightly raised shirt pocket on his chest over the weekend. A completely different voice from Charlotte at this critical moment came out, and the knife in Roger suddenly stopped there with a sudden brake.

"Yoda!"

Roger lowered his posture and stabbed him at the weekend, but he still kept his name, which did not belong to anyone in the room.

"Put the knife back to the kitchen, take off the pajamas I gave you, and... roll back to your bed and cover it with a blanket, praying in fear and trembling that I drank too much wine today and was in no mood to pay attention to you."

Charlotte opened his eyes, leaned on the sofa and stretched out a hand and slightly pushed away the short hair that was blocking his eyes. When a face without expression was exposed under the light, she said in a tone she had never heard of on the weekend: "Stand here in three seconds, I'll kill you right away!"

"That's not the pajamas you gave me." Roger wanted to confront him hard, but his body turned around and left disobediently.

No one knows why this is, but Roger, whose suppressive atmosphere in the living room has squeezed, has no room to release his evil! (To be continued.)

ps: Thank you for your support for a year. The Lifan has been posted in the group and bar. If you like it, you can watch it yourself. Thank you, thank you.
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