At dinner time, Roger reached out to pick up the bread on the dining table and felt the atmosphere was strange, because Charlotte had never looked at him or said anything to him today.∷,

"Gaia, you have to eat more beans."

"Jisty, finish your bread!"

It was not that Charlotte didn't speak at all, but just treated Roger as a transparent person at the dining table, which made Gaia and Jisty look up from time to time to see the siblings who had obviously become estranged, waiting for subsequent development in a bystander manner.

Roger glared at Gaia and spoke tentatively, "Charlotte, I have a tennis game tomorrow. Can you come and participate?"

bite.

The only one response to Roger was the sound of Charlotte when he used a spoon, soup and beans to serve one spoon, followed by only elegant chewing.

Roger slowly put down his tableware, took a deep breath and said, "OK. What's wrong? When I left this house in the morning, Gaia and Jisty had lunch, and I had nothing... What's wrong now? Did I stimulate my potential after being hungry for a whole day and become a guy who would be invisible in the superhero?"

For a moment, Jisty and Gaia turned their heads and looked at Roger, while Roger was paying attention to Charlotte, but Charlotte had beans in his mouth that seemed to be endless.

“sorry,i’m-late.”

The moment the sound appeared, the three little guys in the room turned their heads and looked over, because the weekend was so natural.

He started to open the screen door of the house and was already like a part of the house. The extremely relaxed take off his suit and untied his tie seemed to take off his fatigue from work. Throwing his clothes and tie on the sofa made him look even more lazy that he could only show when he returned home. Then, he walked into the house on weekends and walked straight into the restaurant along the corridor and stood beside Charlotte.

This situation is very abnormal. When a person is willing to appear in a place where danger occurs after his life is threatened and is completely voluntary, it is a bit like a gambler at the gambling table who casually bet on all his wealth and laughing and saying to his opponent, "I want to bet on your life." It is a kind of control that dares to play with the most dangerous things in the applause. People with this control either know the result of winning; or it is not normal.

"Zhou. Why are you..." Charlotte looked at him very surprised, showing surprise that he didn't know he would come back on the weekend.

He raised the corners of his mouth on the weekend and said lightly: "You didn't prepare dinner for me, are you?"

Charlotte felt a very stiff approach. Although the weekend was natural, this approach that surpassed their existing relationship would make people feel uncomfortable: "I'm sorry..." She held the sleeve of the weekend's shirt with her hand. This was just a small action that he did not know how to face the weekend and how to make him forgive Roger who had wanted to kill. However, this action without profound meaning was used by the weekend, which was not worth it at all.

The weekend's hand easily grabbed Charlotte, held her finger and said, "No need to say sorry, you have said too much apologies. Leave the rest to me."

Charlotte was surprised by the weekend. When he looked up at the man's eyes, he found that the man was staring at Roger.

Swish.

Charlotte began to observe Roger's expression for the first time since supper began. She found that Roger was completely stimulated by this action on the weekend. Her glaring eyes and her eyes that completely fell on the weekend's hands seemed to make people see the anger burning on him.

"When did you two get together? I absolutely disagree!"

The low roar and the trembling head when talking were matched with each other. Roger said this sentence too hard and directly spit out the spitting stars that could be clearly seen in the sunset, which shows that his anger is extraordinary.

The weekend responded: "So I didn't apply at all."

In anger, Roger completely didn't understand the level gap between him and the weekend. One was the police who were forced into this form by several super-perverted cases in succession; the other was the children who had been treating mental illnesses after experiencing some human tragedies. Their confrontation was equal to the biting of wild wolves and domestic dogs in absolute anger.

"Charlotte, where is my tableware?"

Over the weekend, I let go of Charlotte's hand and walked casually to the other end of the dining table. During the process, I reached out and unbuttoned the sleeves of my shirt.

What can Charlotte say now?

She could only get a set of tableware in such an environment, and then served the rest of the dinner for the weekend, then asked in a low voice: "You can't continue to stimulate Roger..."

"Is that right? You seem to have forgotten why you invited me into this house." After saying this, I found Jisty, who had been staring at the pistol in the holster on the weekend, shook my head and said, "Well, don't think about it anymore. Jisty, I won't lend you my gun, but I can tell you what I'm going to do today. This is a story as interesting as a pistol." He lied.

Charlotte looked at the weekend in confusion, not understanding why he started talking about it.

"Today, I got a file inside the police station, which was a long time ago case about a serial killer. This guy killed six people, five women and one man, two of whom were disabled, three were not over sixteen years old, and one died in a sneak attack..."

As soon as the story went on, Gaia showed disgust: "It's so disgusting. Why don't these guys fight face-to-face duels with normal people? Even like a gang fighting for territory, it's much better than this kind of way that is not a man at all."

Gaia also fell into the pit after Roger. He was just a child. Even if his mentality was abnormal, his heart that could sympathize with the weak still existed. What's more, Hollywood has been using personal heroism to poison the hearts of every teenager on this land. Therefore, it is normal for him to have such an answer.

"You're right!" On the weekend, he put his hands and elbows on the dining table, and explained as if he was chatting at the dining table at home: "Do you know, according to police data, these guys called 'serial killers' rarely kill their opponents in the duel because of head-on conflicts with others. 99% of the people they killed have never resisted, followed and attacked the back of the head, lured the victims to use drugs, and broke into other people's houses with guns..." Speaking of this, on the weekend, he met Roger's gaze, and stretched his eyebrows, and said with a evil smile: "Or, while someone was asleep, wearing pajamas and holding a fruit knife to stab someone's heart, these are their dirty tricks, and they have never been open and honest."

The weekend was too cruel. He started to stimulate Roger. He first violated Roger's sovereignty as a man in this house, and then took advantage of Gaia's admiration for personal heroism. Finally, he directly told what happened last night like a question. In the middle, Charlotte was wrapped around him, holding a gun and a stick, and sat opposite Roger step by step, not only to say it, but also suppressed him and could not move.

His control is improving and his layout ability is constantly increasing. All this is not obtained through learning. After accumulating enough experience under the pressure of Adam and Ted, he picked up the attribute point that can be called "auxiliary skills" after the psychological darkness broke out. This is like a child born in a family in the Liyuan family and was influenced by him since childhood. When he was adults, he finally stood on the stage. All those waiting for him were a lot of lottery.

"Born." Jisty was obviously not interested in these things at all.

"I'm right again." The weekend continued to put pressure without any vagueness: "I think those files are boring and didn't let me experience any drama." This was a kind of contempt, using Jisty's insensation to use all the skills that were used with additional damage. This made him immediately fight back after Roger's ultimate move that he made a killer weapon that was ssed last night.

I slowly picked up the spoon over the weekend, put it down easily under Roger's gaze, as if I was doing this to attract him, and said, "I'm still not eating anymore, I'm not hungry. Charlotte, can I borrow Lambert's bedroom to rest? I'm so tired today."

He said it was a loan, but on the weekend he didn't wait for Charlotte's answer and turned around and walked up the stairs.

Invisibly, the weekend was getting closer and closer to Adam, and his innate insight and other abilities forced out in his life continued to stimulate his growth.

When he was lying in Lambert's bedroom on the weekend, his heart was thrilling in the ups and downs, and no one could feel the pleasure he could feel.
Chapter completed!