In the living room, an 11-year-old boy sat on the sofa holding a map and marked something in great detail, and the weekend stood face to face with the doll-like Christy on the porch, and the seemingly quiet but chaotic scene in front of him made him, a police star, completely confused. Why didn't she look a little scared? Didn't you say Roger was going to kill her?

Weekend glanced into the living room, slowly squatted down and reached out to support the shoulder of Christie, who was only about eight or nine years old, and asked, "What the hell is going on?" Isn't Roger going to kill you? Why aren't you scared at all? ”

"Afraid of what?" The little girl's eyes widened and she said something unbelievable: "He did the same thing last time." ”

"Last time?"

"That's right, he killed his own goldfish last time."

"Why?"

"Because Roger's cat is dead."

The weekend is going crazy, and he didn't understand a word of what this little girl named Heaty said!

Don't say it's him, no one can understand it.

"Wait a minute." Weekend felt that there seemed to be a story here, so he asked again, "Gisti, can you tell me how these things are connected?" ”

"Lend me your gun."

The words came out of Christie's mouth as if the whole thing had nothing to do with her, and an extremely coping look appeared on the face of a little girl who was only eight or nine years old.

Click.

Weekend watched as Christy sighed and unloaded the magazine, checked it carefully again, and made sure that there were no bullets left in the gun hall before saying, "Don't go out of this house with a gun." ”

“OK。”

Christie was a treasure, though it was clear from the way she fiddled with the gun that the little girl had never touched it. But. The unconcealable affection in his expression was already on his face: "That's it." A week earlier, Roger's cat had died, and he was so sad that Roger squatted under the stairs where the cat loved to play and couldn't get out. At this time, Charlotte comforted him, sat down the stairs and hugged Roger for two full hours, and went to his bedroom to put him to sleep. The next day. Charlotte gave Roger two goldfish because goldfish wouldn't come out of the house and eat something unclean. ”

"Roger was so happy, he was laughing, and then, when Charlotte came back in the evening, both goldfish died."

Charlotte scolded Roger, she rarely scolded so angrily, and from then on, she ignored Roger for almost a week, so. He cut his arm with a knife just today, got blood all over it and threatened me to kill me. ”

"That's it."

Gisty's brief narrative left the weekend in deep thought. In these words, there are thunderous metaphors hidden everywhere!

There was nothing wrong with the first stage of the story, but the second stage began, and the weekend seemed to see a familiar shadow again, because Roger's fish died. For a child who has just lost a pet, like a man and woman after a broken love, he will be in the sad stage, when a new emotion comes in, he will feel the novelty, that is, the so-called freshness dilutes the sadness, at this time, Roger will not let his goldfish die anyway.

"Roger doesn't know how to keep fish?" I asked a question over the weekend.

"He deliberately fed too much fish food, 12 times a day when Charlotte told him he couldn't feed more."

Roger just wants those goldfish to die!

Weekend understood it perfectly, because he found the clue in the first stage of the narrative, and in this way, the whole story became incredibly smooth and no longer difficult to understand.

First of all, Charlotte gave Roger too much love after his cat died, which made Roger very happy, and he liked to live in this comfortable feeling, so he longed for this second coming, so he killed the fish he had just gotten. In this regard, Charlotte could not have seen it, and after scolding Roger, she took a cold approach to make Roger realize his mistake. But Roger misunderstood, he thought that he was not strong enough, and the two goldfish could not attract Charlotte's attention, so he cut himself and threatened Heaty to bring back the warm Charlotte.

In other words, Roger is a paranoid guy with serious psychological problems.

"Why aren't you afraid?" Weekend asked, looking at Christie.

Gisty said without any worry on her face, "As long as I call Charlotte, Roger won't do anything to me." ”

Heaty understands Roger's way of thinking!

Not only did she understand, but she could also understand everything that had happened between Roger and Charlotte before, but she couldn't describe it all in words at a young age.

"What if you don't call?" Asked on the weekend.

"Then ......," Christy thought for a moment, and she whispered, not knowing what death was, "maybe Roger will kill me." ”

Christy ran away and walked down the porch into the next room, only to see a visible dripping blood on the floor of the living room, and the bloody knife thrown next to a pile of dolls.

An 11-year-old boy sat on the brown floor on the sofa playing by himself, while the little girl Christie returned to the doll with her weekend gun and kept fiddling with it, letting the bloody kitchen knives around her fall to the ground, and the blood dripping dried up a little in the sunlight.

The two children never had any intersection, the 11-year-old boy was not attracted by the gun in Gisti's hand, and the two children in the room seemed to be completely isolated by different auras, and no one cared about each other.

It's weird, children are naturally playful, and this purpose brings them together, they have their own world, just like the children in the park will play together, and the adults will gossip about themselves, but none of this is happening in this house.

Weekend leaned over to the couch and saw a few drawings scattered on the map, depicting hamburgers, meat floss and other foods that didn't look like them, and the map marked the routes.

"Hey, did you see what just happened?" Asked over the weekend.

The boy responded, "Roger is going to kill Gisti." ”

I don't know what to say on the weekend when I choked on a word: "You, don't plan to stop?" ”

The little boy looked up at him and responded normally: "I don't plan to do that." ”

What kind of family is this!

The weekend was going to drive the two kids in front of him crazy, because every expression he saw was extremely familiar.

Call......

Call......

The weekend forced yourself to take a deep breath while asking, "What are you doing?" ”

"Planning for the future."

"Do you plan to work in the restaurant industry in the future?"

The little boy barely wanted to talk to the weekend and looked up at him, as if the little guy had been insulted: "Am I that inferior?" ”

"And what are you?"

"It's my business." The little boy reluctantly explained: "After this family collapses, I have to support myself." ”

"Crash?"

"Or else?" The little boy took advantage of the weekend's doubts: "My adoptive father, Mr. Lambert, was hospitalized, and during this time Roger began to deteriorate, and Charlotte obviously couldn't cope with all this. ”

"You're all adopted?"

"That's right, Roger, Christie, me, and so is Charlotte."

The weirdness in this room became even more evident when I saw a little boy who was so cold that he was trying to save words in his conversation over the weekend: "OK, cool, then tell me what is your career?" ”

"My kingdom of crime."

The little boy didn't mean to joke at all, there was a faint sense of pride, and the following explanation made it even more obvious that this was a complete plan after field investigation and various evaluations, and it was definitely not whimsical: "-- Drugs -- products -- are the main economic income of many low-end criminal organizations, but these people are stupid and have never thought of using the high-tech ...... in this society."

“WOW。” The weekend was a little shocked by the little boy, and he reluctantly retorted: "Didn't you hear the news that when the Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Bureau pounced on the den of the criminal organization yesterday, those people had already transported things away with flying machines?" ”

"Next time? Could these policemen have aimed their shotguns at the sky before rushing in? Some things are a surprise attack once and an idiot a second time. The little boy said coldly, "I'm different. He pointed to the location marked on the map: "This is a medical-large-hemp-sales center, you have to have a doctor's prescription to buy it, they didn't roll the large-hemp-to-cigarette into paper to sell cigarettes, these guys made the large-hemp-stuffed food, sticky videos, large-hemp-oil, cookies." ”

"Got it?"

Weekend pointed to the not-so-good food on the paper and said, "You, you, this is ......"

"Exactly!"

Of course, the little boy knew what he was talking about: "Lambert took me to a GMO restaurant where the ice cream could be in the shape of foie gras, the bread could be turkey, there was anything you couldn't imagine, and I was thinking, why can't I change my goods to something else through GMO, so that even if I trade in front of the police station, they will only think I'm selling pizza." ”

Thankfully, he's only 11 years old!

I don't know what to say about this little boy over the weekend, I feel like I'm stuck in the living room of the Devil's House, and even the air flowing around me is full of evil smell, who is this Lambert?

"Now do you know why I need your help?" Charlotte and Roger stood at the door, her hand on Roger's shoulder, at this moment, Roger's hand was already bandaged: "Listen, now I want to talk to Officer Zhou, you are not allowed to cause any trouble during this time." ”

“WHAT！” The cold little boy got up from the couch and looked at the door of the living room, and exclaimed, "I-he---just told him a perfect plan of crime!" ”

Charlotte didn't mean to apologize, and tried to make her mouth as obvious as possible and said, "SORRY! ”

Syllable.

There was a soft sound, and the little girl Jisti pulled the bolt of the gun at some point, and at this time, her face was as cold as ice and pulled the trigger at the 11-year-old boy.

Under the sound of gunfire, there was a chill like electricity all over the weekend! (To be continued.) )