"I'm leaving."

At night, after Charlotte brought the three little ones to the bedroom to rest, only Weekend and her were left in the huge living room, and under the lights, the family atmosphere was particularly strong, and even the fruit on the table seemed to be expecting something to happen, at that time......

"Zhou, wait a minute."

Charlotte, who was wearing a home T-shirt and denim shorts, looked particularly relaxed, and the big earring pendants on her ears were also taken off, she turned her head and let her hair flutter in half of the face price, and the short hair was slightly lifted and fell quietly on her face: "Can you do me a favor?" ”

Weekend looked at him, reached out and threw the suit he had put on the arm of the sofa when he was leaving, looked at her and asked, "Say it." ”

It was his first night with Charlotte, it wasn't so familiar, it seemed a little reserved, and even when he had dinner just now, the table was eerily quiet.

"I want a glass of wine......"

With the understanding of the weekend, this sentence is definitely a signal when it comes out of a woman's mouth, but Charlotte's attitude completely negates the meaning that it should have, what she said is just literal, and that firm gaze seems to help Weekend affirm the answer in her heart.

"Why didn't I understand?"

Charlotte saw the weekend's expression and hurriedly waved: "NO, NO, NO, Hell, NO!" ”

"Not what you think." She explained, "You know who I am, right? Then you must be able to imagine how monotonous my world is, goddamn...... I must be crazy. Charlotte pinched her waist with one hand and held her head with the other, embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Charlotte's expression was really funny when she smiled at the end of the week as she looked at Charlotte's embarrassed appearance of not knowing what to do with the current situation. The media wrinkled up because they were in a hurry, the speed of speech that was accelerated because they couldn't explain clearly, and the gestures that the host would only make when he was broadcast live on TV. It's so funny.

Suddenly. Charlotte gave up all physical activity and quieted down: "I have no friends. ”

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

On warm evenings, Charlotte and Weekend sat at opposite ends of the same couch, leaning together on the armrests of the couch and explaining to each other words that only a man like them could say to each other.

"Gotta say something, shall you?" Charlotte took a bottle of cheap whiskey and put ice cubes in the glass.

Zhou Zhou, who was holding a glass and looking through the amber liquid, said without looking back, "Tell me about you, why don't you have any friends?" ”

Charlotte pouted. Holding the wine glass in one hand, spread out the other: "How can you become friends with other people when you find out that you are using the same body with another guy on the first day of adoption by your adoptive father?" ”

"Split personality."

The weekend didn't show too many surprises, and this year he had seen too much--perverted--metamorphoses--it was no longer strange.

"That's right. Her name is Yoda, F-U-C-KING Yoda. Charlotte burst into a foul language: "Lambert told me that she is fluent in English, French, and German to communicate with people, and she also claims to be a cutting-edge talent trained by a spy organization, similar to the KGB or something." ”

"Wait a minute." Weekend stopped Charlotte's narrative and said, "You mean, you and she don't know each other exists? ”

"No, before Lambert told me. The word split personality has never been mentioned, but I have a record of 4 violent attacks on people in the orphanage's archives as if they were haunted. These things have never been in my world at all. It was Lambert who pulled out a video of a reporter's interview that I understood the fact that there were two souls in this body, you know? When that video appeared in front of my eyes, I could clearly see that the person on the TV was myself, but damn I couldn't remember why that interview didn't exist in my memory. ”

"Why wouldn't I want to be friends with anyone else?"

Weekend nodded, taking in how much the experience had bothered Charlotte, and responded, "Now I can understand how monotonous your world is." ”

"Of course!" Charlotte accentuated: "At the age of fourteen or fifteen, when the other girls are enjoying their first love, I must pose as a queen, or the devil knows if the boys who are going to make out with me will be beaten into another pig's head by Yoda, like the priest in the orphanage who tried to take advantage of me but was broken by his hand." And I don't remember a priest trying to take advantage of me. ”

"Huh." Weekend snickering.

Charlotte glared back at him, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"I didn't expect to meet a virgin girl as big as you in a place like Mi Country, which is even more difficult than letting a rookie who doesn't even know basic acting skills become a star directly."

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

On weekends, when I didn't get along with Charlotte to a certain extent, I usually didn't let the joke go too far, and I lightened the atmosphere and said, "OK." I don't know why I always want to tease Charlotte: "Tell me when you need to taunt." ”

“WHAT？” Charlotte glared, and slowly, little by little, raised her middle finger towards the weekend.

This environment would generally feel awkward, but the weekend couldn't hold back a laugh and laughed again: "Poof...... Hahahaha......"

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

"Not only did I have no friends, but I never attended any of my classmates' birthday parties or invited anyone to my home since I was a child. Over the years, I have been treating myself, including studying criminal psychology, medical psychology, and micro-expressions, and I have not even had a minute of time every day. Lambert told me that having a stable and busy environment reduces the chance of stimulation has helped my condition. ”

"It's been a fulfilling time, but I'm used to it. Zhou, can you see what I mean? ”

After Charlotte's words were said over the weekend, she continued: "Understandable. You in this environment. I won't take the initiative to get close to the boy because he is handsome. And I won't let those sweet words get into your ears. If they can't really understand you, don't even think about holding your hand and kissing your lips. ”

Weekend with a glass of wine: "Hey-daddy's-girl." ”

Bite.

Charlotte handed the glasses over, causing the two glasses to collide and make a sound.

"I'm afraid that's why I stayed and had a drink with you, right?" Weekend took a sip of the wine in the glass: "You need someone to watch you, at least you have to know that you have nothing to do after you have drunk too much before you can leave, otherwise after losing your control, there will only be a little one in this room who has not fallen asleep...... I'm afraid it's all going to create a disaster. ”

Charlotte, who didn't answer, started another topic: "I'm kind of overwhelmed. Roger has put so much pressure on me, his paranoia can't even change Lambert, and I've been tired these days. "Turn your head. She smiled at the weekend: "So I want to relax." ”

"At least you're a police officer, and you're a police star."

"You're not stupid."

Charlotte drank the second glass of wine through the words, and then saw the woman holding the wine in her mouth for a long time, people who often drink alcohol know that this way of drinking is to taste every trace of the wine, a woman who has never drunk wine will definitely not be so harmonious, more often she will choose to swallow the liquid directly under the impact of the taste of alcohol.

Weekend remembered that when he first came to the house, he had seen Charlotte standing outside the window with a cup as he left, and he remembered the shape of the cup. It was the same square, thick-bottomed whiskey glass that I was holding now, and no one would ever pour coffee or juice into it!

After this thought came to mind. On the weekend, it seemed that she began to reason that if Charlotte and Yoda, who appeared after her split personality, would not share memories, then Charlotte probably didn't know that she had drunk alcohol when Yoda appeared, not to mention that the guy she had splintered from was a woman who claimed to be from a similar KGB spy organization, and such a woman had never drank?

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

"Nothing."

He looked at Charlotte, thinking slowly, imagining everything that lay out in his head, when the answer to that self-righteous result was about to converge......

"Forget the thoughts in your head, I'm not going to have anything to do with a guy on the second meeting."

A sense of disgust rose in Charlotte, and it was only at the end of the week that she shook off the thoughts in her head, and as her eyes became clearer, she found herself staring at the bulging round part of Charlotte's T-shirt: "Uh......"

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

On the stairs on the second floor, Roger sneaked around the corner into the living room, and in the dark, a fruit knife was being pinched in his hand.

"Tell me about you."

Hearing this voice on the weekend, he put his wine glass on the coffee table in front of him and said, "What do I have to say......"

He found that Charlotte had just put down the psychological armor and was dressed neatly again, this woman had a super defensive mentality, if she was not a police officer, she would never ask herself for help, if she hadn't been recently hyped up by the media as a police star, Charlotte would not have been able to sit on the sofa and have a drink with you. Self-control, even her contact with herself is a follow-up when she sees the existence of super self-control.

I don't know how long it has been, I don't know how much I drank on the weekend, and the drunken sleepiness that quickly hit under the erosion of this alcohol without any accompaniment, and then, the upper and lower eyelids of the couple desperately protested that they had been separated for too long to enjoy the power that husband and wife should have, and he finally couldn't stand it.

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

……

Roger on the stairs showed super psychological quality, and in this case, he sat on the stairs with a sharp knife in his hand, not in a hurry, let alone by the jealous anger in his heart.

Call...... Call......

Half an hour later, the faint snoring of the weekend resounded evenly in the living room, and Roger slowly got up from the dark staircase, and walked out of the staircase in the shadows of the light with the knife in his hand.

The scene was even more chilling than the movie's - perverted - homicidal appearance, Roger did not appear in a suit and leather shoes, he wore his pajamas and fastened his belt as he walked down the stairs, approaching the weekend in the most homely posture.

He didn't wake up in the middle of the night and pour a glass of water to drink, but the attitude of carrying a knife to kill people was exactly the same as walking downstairs to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, which easily made people wonder if the murder was a crime or not, and whether they needed to bear the psychological pressure of guilt.

Click, click, click......

The hands of the clock beat again and again in the silence of the night, sounding like a midnight lullaby, and in this rhythm, Roger took the last step down the stairs, turned around, and appeared in the living room.

No one would believe how natural the composure on Roger's face was, and the moment he approached the coffee table and stood in front of Charlotte slowly smiling appreciatively, the blade of the upside-down fruit knife bloomed with the essence of the light, which seemed to render another atmosphere.

"You're mine."

Roger said this in the smallest voice, and after he finished speaking, he turned to look at the weekend, who was snoring in a strange position with one hand on his stomach and the other hand under his lower back, but his eyes were not closed very tightly, of course, this detail Roger could not see at all.

Raising his legs, he slowly walked past where Charlotte was, and if it weren't for admiring the woman's appearance in her sleep, Roger could have leaned over from the other side of the couch in an easier way.

At that moment, Roger tilted his head contemptuously at the weekend and muttered, "I told you I wouldn't allow you to be together." ”

Swish!

The fruit knife was revealed, and he held the fruit knife upside down and raised his arm in an anti-L shape, stabbing directly without hesitation.

It's a one-shot move, and if you're pretending to be asleep on the weekend, it's probably the best chance to fight back right now...... It's just that!

Weekends are motionless under this action!!

The corners of Roger's mouth were raised, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and the expression of this stab was pleasant, like the first time a child has seen hundreds of LEDs lit up at the same time in Times Square in New York.

"Don't get me in trouble."

At the last moment, Roger had already seen the tip of his knife touch the slightly upturned shirt pocket on his chest, and a completely different voice from Charlotte came out, and the knife in Roger's hand suddenly stopped there with a sudden brake.

"Yoda!"

Roger lowered his posture and stabbed the weekend in a posture that was still there, but his mouth pronounced the names of anyone in the room who did not belong at all.

"Put the knife back in the kitchen, take off the pajamas I gave you, and ...... Go back to your bed and put on the covers, and pray in fear and trembling that I've drunk too much today and don't have much of a mood to pay attention to you. ”

Charlotte opened her eyes, leaned on the sofa and stretched out a hand to slightly flick the short hair blocking her eyes, and when her expressionless face was exposed to the light, she said in a tone that she had never heard in the weekend: "Standing here in three seconds, I'll kill you right away!" ”

"That's not the pajamas you gave me." Roger wanted to fight hard, but his body turned away disobediently.

No one knows why, however, Roger, who has been squeezed by the oppressive atmosphere in the living room, has no room to release his evil at all! (To be continued.) )

PS:Thank you for your support for a year.,The inside has been posted in the group and in the bar.,If you like it, you can see it yourself.,Thank you.,Thank you.。

By the way, I wish you all a happy new year and play cards to win.