In the dark of night, Lambert stood against the wall in his room, no one knew how long he had been there, the fatigue of his legs had made him feel numb, but he still hadn't changed his position.

Tired?

Boring?

Lonely?

No, everything was far from the excitement of the weekend that came from the bottom of his heart, and whenever he thought that someone would open the door of this room and rush in, he always had an irrepressible excitement from the bottom of his heart, and this excitement could not lie in Lambert's bed for even a minute.

"Where's Charlotte?"

A familiar voice came from outside the door, and when the voice slowly dissipated, Gaia's response also appeared: "Downstairs, look at that he should be about to fall asleep, the point is, why doesn't he go back upstairs to sleep?" ”

"What about the Asian?"

"I haven't seen him come out of the room since dinner, so he must be still in Lambert's bedroom, right?"

At that time, the weekend took out his phone in the dark room, slid the screen lock, and saw the last text message after the phone was muted: "Are you sure it's okay?" "The sender is Charlotte.

The weekend replied: "Sure." By the way, he glanced at the time, and saw that the time on the screen was 23:10, and the phone was restored to a dull state of standby, and then the room in Lambert was once again darkened.

"Don't keep me waiting too long."

The weekend muttered this in the lowest voice.

Because, he was waiting for someone, waiting for someone to kill him.

In fact, this is the last step in the whole plan for the weekend, since Roger's situation has fallen into an uncontrollable stage, then it is completely chaotic, anyway, Roger can no longer control his mentality, why doesn't he take it all over?

Time is once again lost in a meaningless way, and the weekend can only wait quietly. He couldn't pac back and forth in the room, and the slight sounds of breathing coming from the door several times proved that someone was trying to judge the situation in the room by the sound of the thin wooden door.

Click.

The sound of the door lock twisting appeared, and Weekend's eyes immediately widened, and the urge in his heart to take advantage of this sound to directly open the door and rush out rang in his ears like a demon's urging, but he held back! How hard that was only known to the weekend itself. If it weren't for the surveillance equipment in Lambert's study, Roger's patience would never have been so fiercely controlled, after all, the only way to accomplish all this is to be more patient than Roger.

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

It was Heaty's voice, Roger, a kid who, despite being paranoid, wasn't a completely brainless guy, no, no. Roger is a brainless guy, otherwise he would not have carried a knife to commit murder in his own home, but he seems to have stimulated Roger's potential, and when facing opponents of higher rank than him, this little guy began to pay attention to some details of the temptation. Of course, none of this matters, it is impossible for a mouse to beat an elephant by strengthening its muscles.

Laughed over the weekend. At a time when he should have taken a deep breath and gasped for breath to avoid a machination, he raised the corners of his mouth. It seems to be feeling the joy of this psychological warfare.

This is the original intention of forcing Roger at the dinner table on the weekend, he must let Roger kill himself through verbal stimulation, Roger's paranoia is the hole card that calculates everything on the weekend, and the pits dug in order to create a tight atmosphere are to shorten the time for Roger to appear.

Patience brought the scene into calm once more, and as Christy screwed the door, it seemed as if everything had been the same as it had been for a few hours of the weekend......

Suddenly!

Click!

The sound of the door lock twisting is heard again. Then the door was pushed open, and a figure suddenly burst 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 didn't cheer!!

Roger had come to kill, the kitchen knife in his hand was the most handy tool he could find, and the impulses of adolescence pushed the most primitive darkness in his heart under the stirring of paranoia. The humiliation at the dinner table made Roger unable to hold his heart down. Coupled with the last defeat and Charlotte's hand being held by the weekend, these images, sentences, including the Asian man's expression, kept hitting him and shameing him in the memory.

The paranoid person will always remember the failures, embarrassments, and memories of all the negative emotions in the past, and his anger will continue to stack up in the situation, but normal people can adjust themselves and slowly regain their composure under anger, while people like Roger have to do something, such as rushing into the room on the weekend.

However, he was already stupid the moment he rushed in, and there was no one on the bed in his eyes, not even a trace of being lying.

Crunch.

The sound of the door closing made Roger turn his head, the white door was moving with inertia and blocking the only way to exit, and he had a bad premonition after he saw the door 'click' close, and the premonition came from the gap between the door and the wall before it closed, that there was a man standing!

Wow!

The heart that beat violently almost jumped straight out of Roger's chest, and the rapid heartbeat that followed was like the unexpected blow of a gambler who had lost completely to his opponent by one point after opening his hole cards.

“You-like-this？”

“You-like-this？ Ha? ”

Weekend looked at him mockingly and said these two words in an eerie black tone.

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

Click.

Weekend walked forward, 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, without the slightest defense, and stood opposite Roger and reached out and directly grabbed the other party's throat.

At this second, Roger regretted that he didn't give him a look when he leaned over, but the face that walked step by step in the darkness to the moonlight...... A calm face that looks like it has just been ironed...... How could he suddenly be stunned when he saw someone come to kill him, and he was not in a hurry and did not let out any warning shouts?

But it was too late, and Weekend had already noticed the knife in Roger's hand, and after squeezing Roger's wrist with his other hand, he slammed the back of his hand against the railing at the foot of the single bed in Lambert's room.

Duh.

The sharp pain from the bump rushed down the back of his hand to Roger's heart. The unsuspecting pain made him unable to grasp the scar at all, which caused the sound of the kitchen knife to hit the ground to become extremely intimidating in such a quiet environment.

Roger is either scared, or he can't figure it out, he remembers that the horror of ordinary people after seeing the serial killer in horror movies is the source of power that makes the killer powerful, how come it is the weekend, this guy seems to be an insulator and will never show the appearance of making you feel that you have any advantages??!!!

Belch......

Roger's voice came out in a deep voice as his hands increased and his palms tightened over the weekend. Half of his body was numb due to the pinching of the big tendons on his neck, and the suffocation feeling of his Adam's apple being stuck and pushing in began to make him blush when he couldn't breathe.

"You like to use violence to solve problems, don't you?" Weekend grabbed Roger by the neck, forced him to bend down a little bit, and finally slipped on the soles of his feet and fell back on the bed at the limit, the sound of 'bump' from the back and the bed seemed to announce the complete failure of the operation, and the next second, Weekend continued: "Let me guess, before that, you must have liked to imagine stories about unsolvable problems that have not yet happened, and as a male pig's foot, you always use brutal and unreasonable solutions to solve all this. That's what makes bigotry violent, right? ”

Weekend pressed Roger, the hand stuck in the other party's throat pushed down hard, and his body shook forward with this blow: "Then do you know what you were like at that time?" ”

"As spirited as you imagined?" Weekend's brow furrowed, the corners of his mouth began to twist upward, and the constant twitching of his nose and his eyes that had been glared at him formed a demonic possession-like picture: "Look-at-me! ”

It was the only threatening word in the whole process, and the voice of this sentence was like a big hand tearing through the throat of tobacco and alcohol, and it was not a human movement at all.

"Look at this face. See if this face that is not controlled at all is what you imagined, and then think about whether you are ready to be like this. "There was a slight pause for a few seconds over the weekend. As if to leave enough time for Roger to think about it, he spoke again: "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." Alone in the face of the whole world, in the endless killing again and again by this expression on the face. ”

"Do you know what this darkness is? ——,You're a sleeping prisoner in prison, and she's letting you feel the pleasure between your lips in a way you didn't expect when you're asleep——, and when you wake up, the high-tide comes, and after that, your yet-yet-developed mind thinks about these every day. Still wondering what will happen in the future? After that, you will keep begging this--son-let to let you be in - cool - once, maybe, maybe she will satisfy you when she is in a good mood, but you have to kill for this, and use the most cruel way to satisfy the distorted worldview, and wait for you to experience the sweetness, sorry! You're addicted. ”

"It's an addiction that can make you lose your mind, like when you just stepped through the door of this room and didn't know it was a death trap that had been prepared for a long time."

Roger's face turned purple as he spoke over the weekend, and the pain began to make his nose widen, his mouth open violently, and his tongue sticking out!

But that's not enough to match what I said over the weekend!

He could imagine what the weekend was talking about, because people like them knew what it was like.

Weekend changed his tone when he was still in control of it all, "You know what? The brain is the organ that changes the most in a person's life, and every time you experience something, the brain changes, and this change is to simplify the thinking, so that what needs to be thought about becomes something that does not need to be thought. Roger, this is science, and you better think about whether you still have a life if you form a fixed mindset and turn murder, which requires extreme thinking to make a decision, into something that doesn't need to be thought about. ”

"Why don't you take advantage of this half-asleep feeling and fall asleep directly, and don't give the darkness any chance to manipulate you?"

Over the weekend, he found that Roger seemed to be gradually regaining his composure, and he didn't know if his words had played a role, but he had to slowly retract his strength, otherwise Roger would definitely die. Weekend let go of the palm that was pinching Roger's throat, but the action made him suddenly realize that the excitement and excitement in his body were disappearing.

Ahem, ahem!

Roger was coughing, a reaction to pain relief...... It's just that......

“NO、NO。”

And the weekend began to dislike himself when he calmed down, he felt like he had just been prick a shoddy '-fast-gram-', and he had no stamina before the refreshment came up!

It's a bad feeling, it's so bad that it's very annoying.

He had forgotten that what Roger hadn't experienced - high - tide - had already been experienced by himself, and the point was that he had never tested whether he could control himself after this kind of thing had happened.

At that moment, Weekend raised his hands in the moonlight and stared, Roger was about to slowly move away from the dangerous Asian after losing his restraints, but at this moment, Weekend suddenly raised his head and saw Roger's face again......

He understood that the previous thrill was prematurely released because of the darkness that was about to happen, and once this dark act was terminated, everything would be gone.

“NO。”

Weekend raised his chin in the moonlight, his head glaring at Roger at a 45° angle, this time, it was hard to say who would kill whom.

Call!

Under the moonlight, Weekend pounced again, pinched Roger's throat with both hands, and wanted to send Roger directly to hell without preaching or retraction! (To be continued.) )