On a dark night, he stood against the wall in Lambert's room on weekends. No one knew how long he had been standing here. The feeling of fatigue from his legs had made him feel numb, but he still had not changed his posture. ⊙,

tired?

Boring?

Lonely?

No, everything is far from the expectation from the bottom of his heart that makes the weekend excited. Whenever he thinks that someone will open the door of the room and rush in, he always has an uncontrollable excitement that will appear from his heart. This excitement makes him unable to lie on Lambert's bed for even a minute.

"Where is Charlotte?"

A familiar voice came from outside the door. When the voice slowly dissipated, Gaia's response also appeared: "Downstairs, look like she should be asleep. The key is, why didn't he go back to sleep upstairs?"

"Where is that Asian?"

"I didn't see him walking out of the room after dinner. He should still be in Lambert's bedroom, right?"

At that time, I took out my cell phone in the dark room on the weekend, and after sliding the screen to open the lock, I saw the last text message after the phone was muted: "Are you sure there is no problem?" The sender was Charlotte.

The weekend replied: "OK." By the way, I took a look at the time and saw that the time on the screen was: 10 minutes, and the phone was restored to the standby mode of light. Then, Lambert's room dimmed again.

"Don't let me wait too long."

I murmured this sentence in the lowest voice over the weekend.

Because he was waiting for someone to come and kill him.

In fact, this is the last step in the entire plan for the weekend. Since Roger's situation has fallen into an uncontrollable stage, it will be completely chaotic. Anyway, Roger can no longer control his mentality, why didn't he take over all this?

Time was once again in a meaningless loss. He could only wait quietly on the weekend. He could not pace back and forth in the room. The slight breathing sounds from the door proved that someone wanted to judge the situation in the room by the sound from the thin wooden door.

Click.

The sound of the door lock twisting appeared, and Zhouzhang's eyes immediately widened. The urge to open the door directly with this sound in his heart sounded in his ears like a demon's urging. However, he held back! Only Zhouzhang knew how difficult it was. If the surveillance equipment in Lambert's study had already shown Roger's patience, he would never have controlled his impulse so fiercely. After all, the only way to accomplish all this is to be more patient than Roger.

"Roger, you promised that as long as I twist the door lock of Lambert's bedroom for you, you will let me use your online banking account to buy a simulated gun."

It was Jisty's voice. Although Roger is very paranoid, he is not a completely brainless guy. No, no, Roger is a brainless guy, otherwise he would not be likely to commit crimes at his home with a knife. However, he seemed to stimulate Roger's potential. When facing an opponent with a higher level than him, this little guy began to pay attention to some detailed temptations. Of course, these are not important. It is impossible for mice to beat the elephant by strengthening muscles.

He laughed over the weekend. At this time when he should have taken a deep breath and sniffed a conspiracy, he raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was feeling the fun of this psychological warfare.

This is the original intention of forcing Roger at the dining table on the weekend. He must let Roger kill himself through the stimulation of words. Roger's paranoia is the trump card that can calculate everything on the weekend, and the pits dug to create a pressing atmosphere are to shorten the time when Roger appears.

Patience made the scene calm again. After Jisty twisted the door, it seemed that everything was the same as what she had experienced in the past few hours and weekends...

Suddenly!

Click!

The sound of the door lock twisting appeared again, and then the door was pushed open with force, and a figure suddenly rushed into the room. It was Roger!!

He still couldn't help it!

The moment I saw this figure rushing into the room on the weekend, I almost cheered up!!

Roger was here to kill people. The kitchen knife in his hand was the most convenient tool he could find. The impulse of adolescence pushed the most primitive darkness in his heart under the stirring of paranoia. The humiliation on the dinner table made Roger unable to hold on to his heart. Coupled with the last failure, Charlotte was held by the weekend. These scenes, sentences, and the expressions of this Asian kept hitting him in memories, embarrassing him.

Paranoid people always think of their past failures, embarrassment and memories with all negative emotions. Their anger will continue to overlap under the circumstances at that time. However, normal people can adjust themselves and slowly recover from their anger. People like Roger must do something, such as rushing into a weekend room.

However, when he rushed in, he was already stunned. There was no one on the bed in his eyes, and there was even no trace of being lying by someone.

Crunch.

The sound of the door closing made Roger turn back. The white door blocked the only passage that could be exited little by little as he moved along the inertia. After he saw the door "click" sound, he had a bad premonition. The premonition originated from the gap between the door before closing and the wall. There was a person standing!

Thumb!

The heart that had been beating violently twice almost popped out of Roger's chest, and the quick heartbeat that came immediately seemed like an unexpected blow when a gambler first opened the card and then lost to his opponent by a little difference.

“Teat-like-this?”

"Teat-like-this? Ha?"

Looking at him mockingly over the weekend, he said these two sentences in a weird black tone.

These were ridiculous in Roger's eyes, but in the mood on the weekend, I really couldn't find a language environment that could express my excitement in my heart, and then I remembered the common tone of my former black partner.

despair.

He moved forward on the weekend. He didn't seem to care about the black kitchen knife in Roger's hand at all. Otherwise, he would never have approached so easily. He stood opposite Roger without any precaution and poked out his hand and grabbed the other person's throat.

Roger regretted it this second, regretting that he didn't give it to him when he leaned over, but the face that walked step by step into the moonlight in the darkness... was as calm as if it had just been ironed... I was still not anxious or impatient when I saw someone coming to kill me, and I had never made any warning shouts, so how could I suddenly be stunned?

But it was too late. I had noticed the knife in Roger's hand on the weekend. After pinching Roger's wrist with his other hand, he pressed the back of the other person's hand towards the railing at the end of the single bed in Lambert's room.

Sorry.

The severe pain from the bumps surged into Roger's heart along the back of his hand. The unprepared pain made him unable to hold the scar at all, which led to the sound of the kitchen knife falling to the ground becoming extremely shocking in such a quiet environment.

Roger was either afraid or couldn't quite understand. He remembered that the horror of ordinary people in horror movies after seeing serial killers was the source of power for the killers. Why did this weekend, this guy seemed like an insulator and would never show that he would feel like he had any advantage??!!!

Well……

Roger made a low voice as his hand increased and his palms tightened over the weekend. The numbness on his body caused by the pinching of the big tendon on his neck. The suffocation feeling of Adam's apple being stuck and pushing it inward began to make him blush while he couldn't breathe.

"You like to solve problems with violence, right?" Over the weekend, he pinched Roger's neck and forced him to bend down a little bit, and finally he slipped back and fell on the bed at the limit. The sound of "touching" from the back and the bed body seemed to announce the complete failure of the operation. The next second, over the weekend continued: "Let me guess. Before that, you must have liked to imagine the story that has not happened on issues that cannot be solved. As a male pig's feet, you always use a rude and unreasonable solution to solve all this. This is the reason why paranoia is full of violence, right?"

Over the weekend, he pressed Roger, and pushed his hand that stuck to the other person's throat and shook forward with this thrust: "Do you know what you were like at that time?"

"As as energetic as you imagined?" The brows of the weekend frowned, and the corners of his mouth began to curl upward in a twist. The wings that kept twitching and the eyes that had already stared up in a situation that he had no idea formed a scene like a demon possession: "look-at-me!"

This is the only threatening word in the whole process. The voice when this sentence is spoken is like a big hand tearing apart the sound of cigarettes, alcohol and smoke, and it is not something that people can make.

"Look at this face. See if this uncontrollable face is the same as you imagined, and then think about whether you are ready to become like this." After a brief pause over the weekend, Roger said again, as if he was leaving enough time to consider it: "Once you become like this, believe me, you will never go back. Charlotte will not stay with the murderer, and Lambert will not continue to patiently tell you how to fight the darkness in your heart. You will become a person, face the whole world alone, and be touched by this expression again and again in the endless killing."

"Do you know what this darkness is? You are sent to prison - bitch. You are a prisoner sleeping in prison. She uses unexpected ways to make you feel the fast between your lips when you are asleep. When you wake up, orgasm is also coming. From then on, your mind that has not yet developed is all about these bad things every day. Do you still want to know what will happen in the future? From then on, you will keep asking for this - bitch - to make you feel happy once. Maybe, maybe she will satisfy you when she is in a good mood, but you have to kill people for it and satisfy the distorted worldview in the cruelest way. When you experience the sweetness, sorry! You are already addicted."

"That addiction will make you lose your mind, just like you just stepped into the door of this room, but you didn't even know that this was a death trap that you had prepared for a long time."

Roger's face turned purple as he spoke on the weekend, and the pain began to expand his nose. He opened his mouth and even stretched out his tongue!

But these are not as good as those words said on the weekend!

He could imagine what the weekend said because people like them knew what kind of world it was.

On the weekend, when you can still control all this, he changed his tone and said, "Do you know? The brain is the most changeable organ in a person's life. Every time you experience something, your brain changes. This change is to simplify your thinking and turn things that need to be thought into things that need not be thought. Roger, this is science. You'd better think carefully. If you form a fixed mindset and turn killing, something that requires extreme thinking, into something that needs to be decided without thinking, do you still have life?"

"Why not take advantage of this half-dream and half-awake feeling and not give darkness any chance to manipulate you?"

On the weekend, he found that Roger seemed to be gradually calming down. He didn't know if his words had worked, but he had to slowly stop his hand, otherwise Roger would definitely die. On the weekend, he let go of the palm of his hand that was pinching Roger's throat, but this action made him suddenly find that the excitement and excitement in his body were disappearing.

Cough, cough!

Roger was coughing, this was a reaction that only after the pain was relieved... It was just...

“no,no.”

On the weekend, he started to dislike himself who calmed down. He felt like he had just had a bad injection of "Quick-Ke" and had no energy yet!

This feeling is very bad, and it is so bad that it is very annoying.

He forgot that the orgasm that Roger had never experienced had been experienced by himself. The key was that he had never tried on the weekend before whether he could control himself after such a thing happened.

That second, Zhouzhang raised his hands and stared at him under the moonlight. After losing his restraint, Roger planned to slowly move away from this dangerous Asian person. But at this moment, Zhouzhang suddenly raised his head and saw Roger's face again...

He understood that the previous excitement was the pleasure released in advance because of the darkness that was about to happen. Once this dark behavior was terminated, everything would disappear.

“no.”

Over the weekend, I raised my chin under the moonlight and glared at Roger at an angle of 45°. This time, it’s hard to say who will kill whom.

call!
Chapter completed!