In the early morning, the sound of the whisk in the kitchen and the ruddy glow of the sun on her eyelids disturbed Charlotte's good dreams, and she woke up so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyelids.

"Little ones, don't go to the kitchen to make breakfast yourself, today's breakfast is canceled, go get some money in my bag, today's breakfast and lunch are sandwiches on the food truck." She lazily changed her position, lay on the couch and complained, "Damn, why can't Lambert keep some good wine at home, his bad whiskey is like a bunch of bombs stuck in my head, and it still keeps exploding." ”

"You can sleep a little longer, and breakfast will be ready in no time."

Charlotte reluctantly got up after hearing this voice, rubbed her eyelids with the back of her hand and said, "Zhou, didn't you go back last night?" ”

"Yes."

I didn't explain too much over the weekend, but changed the subject and said: "Charlotte, I'm going to use your computer in a while, and today I have to fill out a form for retaking the gun license, I am now holding a temporary gun license, and I must get this test before the end of the vacation." ”

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

When she saw the omelette and milk-soaked oatmeal prepared in the kitchen, the voice of the weekend came to her ears again: "That's it, you're in charge of getting the kids to eat, I'll go upstairs and download the form first, and then send them to school." ”

Weekend turned and walked to the second floor, and at this moment, 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 bookshelves, but even the books were thrown on the floor so casually, not to mention all kinds of notes and paper for cheat sheets, which could be found almost everywhere. Look at the mess in this study. On weekends you can even imagine what Lambert would look like at work, he must be the kind of person who likes to sit on the floor and be surrounded by all kinds of materials.

He didn't touch anything in the room, and after a few steps, he finally managed to get to the only desk in the room without destroying the existing environment, and on that desk was a computer, but the notebook on the table attracted him.

The pages of the notebook contain a lot of interesting words, such as, 'Roger should know that he is powerful.' It's like a small player on a golf course, who can hit 340 yards like Tiger Woods. ’； There are also more frustrated ones, like, 'Oh God, how the hell am I supposed to tell my kids that they should use music and poetry to vent instead of big-caliber pistols?' ’。

It seemed that this notebook was supposed to be a record of Lambert's treatment of the children, and the two sentences he had just seen recorded the time.

I picked up my notebook over the weekend to see what was written on the other pages, but when I picked up the notebook, I accidentally touched the mouse next to me......

Airplanes!

The sound of the computer's main chassis is there. In other words, the computer in this study is not turned off and has been dormant!!

When the screen was on, I saw several pictures on the weekend, including stairs, living rooms, dining rooms, and kitchens, and nine screens covering almost every corner of the home, and the interface of these screens. There are also several options, among which the 'History' option is turned on on the weekend. Because he wanted to know what the kids were doing when Lambert wrote those two lines.

So, the weekend selected the scene according to the time, and he found that the content of the first sentence corresponded to the picture of Roger crying and describing something to Charlotte, his hands were shaking and emotional, as if he was remorseful after making a mistake, perhaps Lambert wrote this line to cheer Roger up; The time points recorded in the second line are much more playful. Sitting in a pile of dolls, with her thumb and forefinger gesturing her pistol at everyone in the room, Lambert wrote such frustrated words......

As he pondered over the weekend, imagining the psychological pressure Lambert was under as the head of the family, he kept flicking the mouse wheel with his index finger, waiting for him to sink into his thoughts. The camera fast-forwards backwards with the swipe of the mouse wheel, which is unimaginably fast, and the weekend's gaze is completely lost and never focused on the screen again.

It's a weekend routine, he's used to fiddling with things while thinking about things, he likes to fiddle with his pen when he first came to this country, when he's still at the Montek Police Department in Texas, and now, he's the unlucky mouse wheel.

"Wake up for breakfast, kids."

Charlotte's voice came from 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 by that?" Charlotte asked rhetorically.

Roger explained: "There are more than 20 million single women aged 40 in the United States, which proves that in today's society, women no longer need marriage to live alone, and you don't need a man to help you at all." ”

"Shut up, Roger." Charlotte responded with some anger: "I'm reminding you one last time, I'm your sister, not your wife, my life, my friends, and every man who appears around me don't need your approval, even if your data proves that women in the United States can live well in this world, it doesn't mean that you have the right to take care of my business." On the contrary, if I really become one of those women who do not marry at the age of 40, as you say, you are probably not in my consideration. Now, go downstairs for dinner...... Heaty, aim your finger at me again and I'll never be allowed to watch Spy Heavy! ”

On the weekend, he was pulled back to the real world by the voices in the hallway, and the chaos of this home made him feel real, not unreal.

He put his finger on the ALT and TAB buttons on the keyboard, intending to switch the current surveillance footage, and now he doesn't plan to evaluate whether Lambert is ethical to install a camera at home this weekend, and now he just wants to download the form quickly, but the screen screen makes him stunned.

It was last night, and I saw myself sitting on the couch drinking with Charlotte on the weekend, but this scene flashed in a way that was fast-forwarded by the maximum multiple, and then the shot of Roger stabbing himself with a knife also flashed on the screen, and he immediately looked at his upper body!!

If he hadn't scrolled the mouse to adjust the fast-forward progress, he would never have seen what was on the screen. It's also unlikely that just a few shots will be caught up in the cue that there is no new record.

Cold sweat was running down his head over the weekend, how did he know he was so close to death last night!

He even began to hastily examine his body after he had recovered his senses, and it was not until he found any injuries that he slowly calmed down.

Weekend sat there and replayed the video in the 'History', and adjusted the video screen to last night, and when it was played at normal speed, Weekend deliberately adjusted the screen back to the original nine frames and played it together, and he found that Roger hadn't slept at all. The moment he and Charlotte were about to start drinking, the guy sat on the stairs with a fruit knife. The most infuriating thing is that the two little guys, Heaty and Gaia, kept staring at the stairs at the bedroom door, as if waiting to see some exciting scene, no one said a word.

No one could stop the anger that steamed up from the bottom of the weekend's heart, and the anger could make people feel its scorching temperature like a burning flame.

Until now, no one knew who the most dangerous person in this room was, and no one knew what to do if the guy who came to teach them how to control that evil thought in their hearts couldn't control it!

Don't forget that Weekend is not a healed patient, he is currently being treated by a psychiatrist, and Charlotte may not see the same as she imagined. After all, the twilight of dawn and dusk must be similar from the perspective of the picture rather than the perception of temperature.

The screen continued to play, and he couldn't help but fast-forward on the weekend, knowing that Roger must not have appeared when he hadn't drunk much, so he fast-forwarded the screen directly to the last scene of chatting with Charlotte.

Charlotte began to squint on the couch on the silent screen, and Weekend slowly closed her eyes, but at this time, Roger was still sitting motionless on the stairs.

That terrible patience grinds the weekend and sped up again. The moment Roger got up from the stairs, it was half an hour after screen time.

Weekend eyes wide in front of the computer. Watching Roger walk down the stairs step by step with the knife, his breathing began to rapid, his chest rose and fell faster, and the sound of his breathing became more and more solemn from the opening and retraction of his nose.

Swish!

Roger finally showed the knife on the screen, and his pupils suddenly dilated on the weekend, as if someone was holding a knife and was about to stab him. But. The reflection in his eyes was very strange, Roger stopped abruptly at the moment when the fruit knife had already stabbed Weekend in the chest, and judging from the picture, the person he looked back at the second he stopped...... Charlotte !!

This, how is this possible?

Charlotte was more drunk than he was. There is no reason for someone who has drunk so much to wake up suddenly after half an hour.

Damn, why is there no sound on the screen? What the hell did Charlotte say to Roger!

"Charlotte."

I couldn't help it on the weekend, instead of thinking so cranky, I should just call Charlotte up and ask.

"Is there something that's stumping you? I can't help you if Lambert's computer has a password set, and if my computer isn't sent for repair, maybe I can let you use mine, but you can use Roger's. As Charlotte's voice came, footsteps began to sound in the hallway.

“NO-WAY！” Roger rejected Charlotte's offer outright.

"What happened?" Charlotte stood in the door of Lambert's study and spoke into the room.

Weekend tried to make himself appear calm, "You, you know......" He gestured to the computer.

“YE…… Shh......h Charlotte added, "The kids don't know anything about it, but Lambert doesn't do anything unseemly, and I've read every notebook in this room." ”

"You've seen this too?"

The computer screen of the weekend bar turned around, and the picture on the screen was frozen, and Roger's posture of stabbing at the weekend with a knife did not change, but he just twisted his head to look at Charlotte.

“Holy-sh――it！！！”

Charlotte stepped into the room, closed the door with her hand, and stood there leaning against the door, not knowing what expression to put on her face.

"I'm sorry, I ......" Charlotte was confused with her gestures, and she couldn't understand what she was trying to do for a long time.

"You're sorry?" Asked over the weekend.

Charlotte watched the weekend turn back to the computer and said, "I'm sorry I got drunk yesterday...... No, Zhou, you're going to have to show me that picture, was Roger talking to me at the time? Why I'm not impressed at all. ”

Not impressed?

Weekend glanced at the computer screen again, frowned with a skeptical attitude, and said, "It's not surprising that I drank so much wine." He asked the moment Charlotte walked through the door, "What do you think of Roger's?" ”

"This video is enough to take him to court, and judging by his premeditated actions, even if the judge reads that he will reduce his punishment when he is still a minor, at least he will go to a mental hospital."

"No, you can't send Roger to a mental hospital." Charlotte completely disagreed with Weekend's idea and said, "You can teach him how to restrain himself, can't you?" ”

Teach him?

Weekend didn't speak, because he had never been so impulsive, just now, just now, the moment Roger stabbed him with a knife, a bloody thought appeared in the depths of his mind, this idea was not the first time it had appeared, Ted, Quinn, Roger...... He wanted to kill someone, he wanted to pull out his gun and walk out of this room, walk down the stairs to the restaurant downstairs, and when Roger picked up the bowl and drank the milk and oats in the bowl, he shot directly through the bottom of the bowl.

No one knows better than him how difficult it is to restrain such thoughts, and even he himself does not know how to suppress them in his memory in the end, and how can he give similar restraint methods to others in this case?

"I need to see my psychiatrist."

I took a few deep breaths in a row, and slowly got up and said this.

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

With that, Weekend walked out of the room.

Charlotte sat alone in Lambert's study, replayed the footage she had just seen over the weekend, and then muttered alone, "How can this be?" ”

At that time, Christy appeared in front of the door, glanced into the study and said, "Charlotte, are you sending us to school today?" (To be continued.) )

PS: It's the New Year, I wish you all the best again, happy new year, all the best, all wishes, what and that...... For the sake of my pious wishes, can you come to 10 starting coins for a reward? After all, it's red, festive.