In the early morning, the sound of egg whisks in the kitchen and the rosy radiant on her eyelids stirred up Charlotte's dream. She woke up when she was extremely sleepy and couldn't even open her eyelids. I was reading a book?

"Little guys, don't go to the kitchen to make breakfast by yourself. Today's breakfast was cancelled. Go to my bag to get some money. Today's breakfast and lunch are sandwiches on the food truck." She changed her position lazily and lay on the sand and complained: "Damn why Lambert can't save some good wine at home? His inferior whiskey seems to have countless bombs stuffed into my head, and it is still detonating until now."

"You can sleep a little longer, and breakfast will be ready right away."

After hearing this sound, Charlotte reluctantly got up, rubbed his eyelids with the back of his hands and said, "Zhou, didn't you go last night?"

"Yes."

I didn't explain too much on the weekend, but changed the topic and said: "Charlotte, I'll use your computer later. Today I'll fill out a form for a re-examination gun certificate. I'm getting a temporary gun certificate now and I must complete this exam before the end of the holiday."

"No problem." Charlotte responded: "You can use Lambert's, in the second floor study."

When she saw the fried eggs and milk soaked oats in the kitchen, the weekend's voice came from her ears: "It's done, you're responsible for asking the children to have dinner. I'll go upstairs to download the form and then send them to school."

After turning around and walking towards the second floor at the weekend, Charlotte's voice followed: "It's the room next to Roger." So he pushed the door open and entered.

Lambert's study was very messy. Not only did there be no bookshelf in the study, but even books were thrown around the floor, not to mention various notes and papers for copying, which could be seen almost everywhere. Looking at the messy appearance of this study, you can even imagine Lambert's work on weekends. He must be the kind of person who likes to sit on the floor and be surrounded by various information.

He didn't move anything in the room. He took a few steps and finally got to the only desk in the room without destroying the existing environment. There was a computer on the desk. But the notebook on the desk attracted him.

There are many interesting words on the page of the notebook, such as ‘Roger should know that he is very powerful, just like a small athlete on the golf course can shoot 34o digits like Tiger Woods.’; there are also frustrating ones, like ‘God. How should I tell my children that they should use music and poetry to vent instead of big-caliber pistols?’.

It seems that this notebook should be the record of Lambert's treatment of children, and the two sentences he saw just now recorded the time.

I picked up the notebook on the weekend and wanted to see what was written on other pages. When I picked up the notebook, I accidentally touched the mouse next to me.

Buzz!

The sound of the computer host box appeared, which means that the computer in this study was not turned off and was always dormant!!

When the screen lights up, I saw several pictures on the weekend, including stairs, living rooms, dining rooms, and kitchens. The nine-frame pictures cover almost every corner of the home. There are also multiple options on the interface of these pictures, among which the "History Record" option was turned on on the weekend because he wanted to know what the children were doing when Lambert wrote down the two lines of text.

So, the scene was selected at that time on the weekend. The content of the first sentence corresponds to the scene where Roger was crying and describing to Charlotte. His hands were trembling and he was very excited, as if he had regretted something after making a mistake. Perhaps Lambert wrote this line to cheer Roger up; the time point recorded in the second line seemed much more playful. Jisty sat in the pile of dolls and used his thumb and index finger to aim at everyone in the room, which made Lambert write such frustrated words.

Thinking on the weekend, imagining the psychological pressure Lambert was under as the head of the family, he kept pulling the mouse pulley with his index finger, and when he fell into his mind like he was in a meditation, the camera on the screen continued to move backwards as the mouse wheel was wiggling. The degree was almost unimaginable, and the weekend's gaze completely dissipated and he never focused on the screen again.

This is a habit on weekends. He is accustomed to fiddling with something while thinking about problems. When he first came to this country and was still at the Texas Montek Police Station, he liked to fiddle with pens while thinking. Now, it is the unlucky mouse pulley.

"Get up for breakfast, kids."

Charlotte's voice came in the corridor on the second floor, and then Roger's voice also appeared: "Charlotte, do you really want to leave Zhou here?"

"What do you mean?" Charlotte asked back.

Roger explained: "There are 4O-year-old single women in the United States with over 20,000 yuan, which proves that in today's society, women no longer need marriage to live alone. You don't need a man to help you."

"Shut up, Roger." Charlotte responded angrily: "I'm reminding you at the end that I'm your sister, not your wife. My life, friends, and every man around me don't need your approval. Even if your data proves that American women can live well in this world, it doesn't mean you have the right to care about my affairs. On the contrary, if I really become those women who are 40 years old and still not married, you may not be within my consideration. Now, go to dinner downstairs for Jisty and aim your fingers at me, I will never be allowed to watch the spy! "

On the weekend, he was pulled into the real world by the sounds in the corridor. The chaos in this home made him feel real and not illusory.

He put his finger on the alt and tab buttons on the keyboard, intending to switch out the current surveillance screen. He does not intend to evaluate whether Lambert installs a camera at home on weekends. Now he just wants to download the form as soon as possible, but the screen on the screen stunned him.

It was the scene from last night. On the weekend, I saw myself sitting on the sand and drinking with Charlotte, but this scene flashed by in a fast-forward way of the maximum number. Then when Roger held a knife and stabbed him at the camera also flashed on the screen, he immediately looked at his upper body!!

If he hadn't scrolled the mouse and adjusted the fast-forward progress, he would never have seen the screen, nor would he have fallen into a prompt that there was no new record after just a few shots.

Cold sweats flowed down his forehead on the weekend. How did he know that he was so close to death last night!

He even began to rush to check his body after he recovered from his consciousness, and did not slowly calm down his breathing until no scars appeared.

On the weekend, I sat there and replayed the video in the "History Record" and adjusted the video to last night. When playing at normal levels, I deliberately adjusted the video to the original nine-frame playback on the weekend. He found that Roger was not sleeping at all. The moment when he and Charlotte were about to start drinking, the guy sat on the stairs with a fruit knife. The most annoying thing was that two little guys, Jisty and Gaia, were staring at the stairs at the door of the bedroom, as if waiting to see some exciting scenes, watching no one spoke.

Anger that no one can stop him simmered from the heart on weekends. That anger could make people feel its hot temperature like a burning flame.

Until now, no one knows who the most dangerous person in this room is, nor does no one know what to do if the guy who came to teach them how to control the evil thoughts in their hearts can't control it!

Don't forget that the weekend is not a cured patient. He is currently receiving treatment from a psychologist, and what Charlotte sees may not be the same as she imagined. After all, from the perspective of the picture rather than from the perspective of temperature, there must be some scene similar to that of dawn and dusk.

The screen continued to play, and he couldn't help but clicked the fast forward on the weekend. He knew that Roger had definitely not appeared before when he was not drunk, so he quickly advanced the screen to the last scene of chatting with Charlotte.

On the silent screen, Charlotte began to lean on the sand with his eyes squinting and slowly closed his eyes on the weekend, but at this time, Roger was still sitting on the stairs without moving.

The terrible patient-strapped weekend was played again. The moment Roger stood up from the stairs was half an hour later on screen time.

He widened his eyes in front of the computer on the weekend and watched Roger walk down the stairs step by step with his knife in his arms. His breathing began to be rapid, his chest was rising and falling, and the sound of his breathing became more and more serious from the opening and shrinking of his nose.

Swish!

Roger finally showed his knife on the screen, and his pupils suddenly dilated on the weekend, as if someone was holding the knife and was about to stab him. However, the reflected image in his eyes was extremely strange. Roger suddenly stopped when the fruit knife had stabbed the chest of the weekend. From the picture, the person he was watching in the second he stopped was Charlotte!!!

How is this possible?

Charlotte was even worse than him, and there was no reason why people who drank so much wine suddenly woke up half an hour later.

Damn it. Why is there no sound on the screen? What did Charlotte say to Roger?

"Charlotte."

I couldn't help it on the weekend. Instead of thinking so randomly, it would be better to call Charlotte up and ask.

"Is there any problem that stumps you? If Lambert had a password set on his computer, I wouldn't be able to help you. If my computer hadn't been sent to repair, maybe I could have you use mine, but you could have used Roger's." When Charlotte's voice came, footsteps gradually rang in the corridor.!" Roger directly rejected Charlotte's proposal.

"What did you give birth?" Charlotte stood at the door of Lambert's study and said to the room.

He tried to calm himself down on the weekend and said, "You know," he pointed to the computer.

"yesh" Charlotte interrupted the weekend with gestures and voices, and did not let him continue: "This is the common decision between Lambert and I. We do not raise ordinary people. We need to always grasp their psychological conditions, emotions, sensitivity and many other problems, so we need a comprehensive monitoring." Charlotte added: "The children still know nothing about these, but Lambert did not do anything shameful. I have read every note in this room."

"You've seen this, too?"

The computer screen of the weekend bar turned around, and the screen was frozen. Roger held a knife and stabbed the weekend without changing his posture, but just turned his head and looked at Charlotte.

“ho1y**!!!”

Charlotte stepped into the room and closed the door. He stood there with his whole body leaning against the door, not knowing what expression to hang on his face.

"I'm sorry, I." Charlotte's gesture was confused. He gestured for a long time but couldn't understand what she was trying to gesture.

"Are you sorry?" asked over the weekend.

When Charlotte watched the computer switch over the weekend, he spoke, "I'm sorry I was drunk yesterday. Zhou, you have to let me take a look at that picture. Was Roger talking to me at that time? Why didn't I have any impression of it?"

Don't have an impression?

Over the weekend, he looked at the computer screen again and frowned with a suspicion, "It's not surprising that I didn't have any impression after drinking so much wine." He asked the moment Charlotte walked over from the door, "What do you think Roger's should do?"

"This video is enough to send him to court. Judging from his premeditated actions, even if the judge thinks that he has reduced his punishment as a minor, he will at least go to a mental hospital."

"No, you can't send Roger to a mental hospital." Charlotte completely disagrees with the weekend's thoughts, "You can teach him how to restrain himself, don't you?"

Teach him?

He didn't say anything on the weekend because he had never been so impulsive. Just now, just as Roger stabbed him with a knife, a bloody thought appeared deep in his mind. This idea was not the first time that it had happened. Ted, Quinn, Roger wanted to kill someone, and wanted to pull out his gun and walk out of the room. Follow the stairs to the restaurant downstairs. When Roger picked up the bowl and drank all the milk in the bowl soaked oats, he directly shot through the bottom of the bowl.

No one knows better than him how difficult it is to restrain this idea, and even he himself doesn't know how to suppress it in the end. In this case, how can he hand over similar restraint methods to others?

"I have to see my psychologist."

I took a few deep breaths on the weekend, slowly got up and said this.

"I walked through the back door, and now I don't want to see Roger."

After saying that, I walked out of the room on the weekend.

Charlotte sat alone in Lambert's study, replayed the scene he had just seen on the weekend and muttered alone: ​​"How could this happen?"

At that time, Jisty appeared in front of the door, looked into the study with a sly head and said, "Charlotte, are you sending us to school today?" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!