At night, there was no light in the retro restaurant on the corner of Charlotte's street, but there were still endless guests here, as if the candlelight on each dining table was attracting people to sit at the dining table involuntarily and enjoy the romance that only darkness could bring.

I sat here on the weekend, and Yoda sat opposite me.

"You're very beautiful today."

I praised her on the weekend when I was in a good mood, but this sentence aroused Yoda's suspicion.

She looked down at herself. The black slim evening dress on her body looked very slim with one side of the slit, and the cross-body design of the shoulder strap just made the not particularly large round and rolling faintly... She was indeed very beautiful. Yoda reached out and tweaked the short hair on her forehead. However, would a policeman with a handle bench show the pleasure of a date at this time? Yoda didn't feel that way.

“Your taste is also good.”

When Yoda's words came into his ears on the weekend, he smiled, as if he was promoting the owner of the restaurant: "Thank you. But I still have to praise this restaurant, look at the design, separate guests with a table larger than the average dining table, so as not to touch the candlestick when you feel deep in love or other actions that are too big to touch the candlestick. The distance between each dining table here is large, although this will make the restaurant look a little empty and there will be no more dining tables. This ensures that the candlelight on each table can only make the person sitting opposite you appear in the light and shadow."

"wow." Yoda exclaimed in surprise: "You almost made me mistakenly think this was a date."

The weird response on the weekend said: "It's a date, but it's my own date."

"What's the meaning?"

He raised his hands over the weekend, and in this room everyone was whispering, trying to create a quiet environment, saying softly: "Waiter, order food."

Yoda looked at the weekend and asked, "You're not going to ask what I'm going to eat?"

“It is more important to satisfy me now than to satisfy you.”

The weekend smiled mysteriously and slowly opened the menu. The eyes only lowered and looked at the order of arrangement on the menu and raised up. They lifted their eyelids at a very slow speed that Yoda could see clearly. In the end, they looked at her eyes... They said without looking at the menu at all: "25 years of Sancer white wine, crab meat patties, roasted roe deer, cabbage, spiced almonds and..." Yoda's face changed a little. The face began to become more and more bizarre, and her eyes were staring at her as if she wanted to see through something: "Italian ham." The weekend added.

On the weekend when he slowly closed the menu, he handed the menu to the waiter. After the waiter left, he responded to Yoda with a smile, which was as calm as if the other party was not holding any handle in his hands.

"I've read your information. I know that when I was in Texas, you showed unexpected refusal quotients, but I didn't expect this refusal quotient to be so powerful for you." Yoda suddenly relaxed and said, "Did you have already brought out the takeaways of those little guys? No matter what, I should still say thank you."

The two of them secretly competed and confronted each other since they sat on the dining table. Yoda concluded that the calmness he pretended to be on the weekend was definitely not the mentality he should have. After all, this guy had shown resistance that he could not suppress in the hands of many strong people. Therefore, she did not feel that she had lost control on the weekend, but continued to recite the tight-knock spell, reminding the other party to care about something, such as the criminal record.

Under the candlelight, I took a look around the weekend and said quietly: "Hey..." He used a very oriental opening remark: "I have understood something a little recently."

“This change gave me a particularly clear feeling.”

The weekend didn't keep mysteries, sitting on the tie on the lace shirt: "Did you know? This feeling made me begin to understand another person's mental state, the transformation from the first detective in Los Angeles to the murderer."

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Seeing Yoda slightly move away from his body and smile friendly, the waiter brought the white wine to the table and opened it. On the weekend, only the two of them were left in the candlelight, he continued: "It's like Adam, when he didn't have enough power to uphold justice, and when he was trapped in the mud algae, he saw the criminals still not being punished. His spirit had a problem. Adam chose to kill people to solve the problem. Adam, who had killed people, knew his mistakes, and he began to carry out an infinite cycle to solve the problem."

There was no regret on my face on the weekend, as if I had solved the very difficult math problems, and I was a little proud: "I am not talking about this, I mean, when dealing with things, stress disorder has given me a new method, that is, I don't need to stand in the place where the problem arises to see what needs to be solved, but to pull myself out and stand in a higher place to see what is going on."

Yoda's face changed. The responses she said on the weekend were because the things that this woman had experienced and were not new. Until the weekend talked about this, Yoda found that the direction of the weekend was completely different from the development of her spiritual world. People around her, including herself, believed that schizophrenia was a disease and needed treatment. What about Yoda's most dissatisfied with treatment was that Lambert suppressed the body of this body, and he had always existed when he had never had the disease. He chose Charlotte, who was kinder and harder, a completely different person. But what about Zhou? This bastard did not regard stress disorder as a disease at all... He regarded the distortion of the spiritual world as evolution!

The dish was slowly brought up by the service staff. On the weekend, I put a glass of white wine with great interest, and a gentlemanly poured a glass of Yoda: "Since you left, I have been in trouble. The policeman who was pinched with a braid is the most restless person in the world. I haven't walked out of the room for a few days. This kind of depression made evil things appear in my mind again. Yoda, I'm going to tell you, there are a few moments. I want to kill you, kill your family, and use Adam's way."

"I appreciate this idea of ​​suicide." Yoda laughed at the weekend, with reason to be so proud.

He stretched out a finger on the weekend and continued like Yoda pointed out the topic: "You are right, it is your ability that saved me!"

"You made me kill people disappear, and even stronger mental torture began to appear. I tried my best to control myself and warned myself that if I chose to kill someone to vent, I would become a coward like an addict. They just couldn't solve the real problem and chose to use drugs to enter this vicious cycle to satisfy their waste."

"So, I did nothing."

"You almost made me go from stress disorder to depression. The most difficult thing in the world is that you don't know what the person who can threaten you will do, but you are a guy who is suppressed by another personality and cannot appear in this world for a long time."

Yoda raised her wine glass, her upper and lower lips squirmed slightly, and the red lips covered with lip gloss flashed with a faint gloss under the candlelight: "On weekend, you have to know that you are in danger in this situation."

"No."

bite.

He raised his glass to collided with Yoda over the weekend: “I would never let myself get into that situation.”

The wine glass was pressed on the weekend's lips. He could not wait and put it down and said, "In this case, I regained my identity as a policeman and found the flaws in the whole thing. I wanted to rely on myself to deny the video in terms of forensics. Unfortunately, I failed. Fortunately, I am a person who will never admit failure, and even if I do it ten thousand times again, I will achieve the ultimate goal."

"I couldn't find the flaw and decided to push the whole thing forward. I mean to use your mental history to deny the evidence. In the end, I can't solve a video that is objective and has not been modified."

"Then..." He spoke faster and faster: "I keep moving forward, starting with the people around you, I considered Jisty, but I didn't think you would give her such an important thing, maybe it was just a bait; then I thought of Gaia, and then he was denied. Knowing that everyone in your house was denied, I could only start with the person I first came into contact with. He was Lambert. Lambert's document was my first impression of him, and Lambert was the starter of your house... Huh." The weekend seemed a little stuffy and breathed a long sigh. Yoda, opposite, held the wine glass and fixed his eyes on the man.

That was a surprise, surprised by the other person's thoughts**********. According to Yoda's understanding of this kind of person, it is impossible for such a person to get out of it once he falls into a horn. This is the difference between point thinking and surface thinking. If the wise man's thinking is a 3D three-dimensional image, then the ordinary person's thinking is a 2D plan view, then the way of thinking is a straight line extending from the point, which is also the reason why most perverts are high IQ crimes. The simpler the thinking, the easier it is to control, and vice versa.

"Yoda, you still lost!"

bump.

Yoda landed the glass that she had never drunk before on the dining table, and the faint and dim candlelight was trembling.

The weekend continued: "I climbed out and started thinking from Lambert, and I almost discovered your weakness at the moment of inspiration. That is, Lambert installed surveillance equipment in the house to observe you. As a healer, he has no reason to monitor himself as a mental patient."

"So, where was the incident? In Lambert's bedroom, in other words, this is just a game you and Jisty cooperated through tacit cooperation, because of that video file..." The weekend smiled, lowered his head, and looked up at Yoda. His face flickered in the candlelight, and his chin became a little sharp as the light and shadow swayed: "It doesn't exist at all!"

...

At Doko's home, he was holding a wine glass under the desk lamp alone. The night was already deep. He was still excited and could not extricate himself when he was sent back from the underground boxing ring. This was his first victory over SAS. It was like a person who had failed for more than ten years and finally won a victory. Then, without this feeling, he would probably imagine the rise of an underground empire from this victory.

That's what Duoke thinks, just like an outline set up in his mind before writing. What's important is that this outline is exciting and can devote itself to creation. That is to say, at least some key points can be held here. Duoke's outline has key points that can be held. He saved his subordinates and had the opportunity to show off his subordinates. While gaining more subordinates to surrender, the business in Beverly Hills can be made bigger and bigger! After that, the plan that had been set long ago should work, and the economic laws will force Saas to crawl at his feet!!

"You are back?"

The lights in the room were turned on. The old lady appeared in the living room in her pajamas and didn't look like she had just woken up. She sat slowly next to Doko, looking at her son's excited expression and said, "Win?"

"Yes." Doko said self-deprecatingly: "Am I too obvious?"

The old lady nodded: "I finally took the first step."

Then, the weathered two people laughed, but the smile did not last long.

"Doko, I have to tell you something." The old lady took the lead in breaking the good environment that was finally available in the family, and said worriedly: "Damas, it surprised me..."

"My performance also surprised me. Mother, there are few such talents in our family. He may have inherited your wisdom." When Duoke was happy, he was naturally willing to praise his younger brother who always got good grades in school.

The old lady was even more worried. She raised her hand on her legs, pointed a finger at Duoko, and said as if she was denying his words: "That's what I'm talking about!"

"I don't know why, but I've become suspicious recently." Hearing this, Doco lowered his head. They all knew why, but no one said: "After Damas guessed my plan, I entered his room when he was in school. There was no book about economics in that room..."

"Mother!" Duoke said this unexpectedly, as if parents entered their children's room to read something that was unacceptable to them.

"Listen to me!" The old lady stopped Doko's complaining, "Your brother Damas is indeed very smart. He can get the best results in school, but this does not mean that he is a genius. Do you know, your brother's extracurricular books are just books like "Madame Chatterey's Lover" that were once forbidden (which is a book you search for yourself, and Mad Men Season 1 and Episode 3 also has corresponding introductions. From the expressions of the girls, you can tell what book it is). The computer records are just downloading some 'hee'. Even the paid channels are midnight versions. I just can't figure out how he knows what I want to tell you?"

Doko turned his head and said with dissatisfaction: "Do you know that doing this is too much?"

"I only know that if your brother was taken advantage of, and I didn't tell you about this, you would think I was even more overdoing!" The old lady fought back hard, and the atmosphere just now disappeared instantly, and the two of them seemed to be about to quarrel.

Duoke stopped and heard the old lady's words and asked, "Mother, are you talking?"

"Who else would be willing to contact the Doko family now? Who would be willing to tell the Doko family this road I thought of after so long? Armenians?" Doko began to be alert: "Russian?" Doko was even more incredible: "Are they El Salvadorians? No matter who it is, it is not a good thing for us, do you understand?"

How could he not understand!

If it was the heyday of the multi-college family, it wouldn't matter who cares about the multi-college family, because the multi-college family has a value that can be used by others. Now this value has disappeared. At this time, there are still people thinking about the multi-college family, which is terrible!!

"No matter who it is, you must know his purpose when you find it out. Do you understand?" The old lady looked at Duoke and stared at her.
Chapter completed!