And when he retracted his gaze and sensitively noticed the horror that flashed on Sanchez's face, his heart tightened, what kind of thing, or rather, what kind of person would make the serial killer Sanchez feel terrified?!

He vaguely understood something in his heart, the thought that made him restless became stronger and stronger, and even when Sanchez walked back to his seat bored, he had a strong desire to communicate with people.

He looked around the circle, this time, he saw more, these people, although they were all around the long table, each of them kept a certain distance from the others, obviously, every guy here was extremely dangerous, so that they themselves had to be vigilant at all times.

Wolf frowned and withdrew his gaze, and the next second, he looked suspiciously at the other end of the hall, where there was a roaring fireplace, the flames poking out from time to time, licking the brick wall above the fireplace, it was the only place in the entire gloomy hall that made people feel warm.

The fireplace was so bright that he almost ignored the figure leaning on the chaise longue in the shadows by the fireplace.

He didn't say anything when Sanchez and Petty were arguing, and he didn't say anything when the old gentleman protested that Rollo was too loud, and Wolf's instinct was that this man, unlike everyone else in the hall, was more indifferent, and nothing seemed to move him.

Wolf subconsciously raised his feet and walked towards the figure by the fireplace.

He didn't notice that after he had walked a few steps, everyone sitting around the long table raised their heads again, and their faces showed ghost-like expressions, Sanchez even lowered his voice and leaned over towards Petty, who was not far away, with a faint gloating on his face: "Hi, the lucky one's brain can't be in the water, right?" How dare he go to that guy? ”

Petty didn't speak, silently stared at Wolf's back, the corners of her mouth twitched violently twice, glanced at the figure by the fireplace, and quickly withdrew her gaze.

Wolf's firm footsteps slowed involuntarily as he approached the fireplace, and now the distance was close enough for him to see the figure by the fireplace, and he looked suspiciously at the other man, who was a little emaciated with a snow-white robe on his body, a large book with a thick book on his knees, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his eyelids hidden behind the glasses drooped, as if he were asleep.

Kind of familiar.

Just as he was trying to catch the memories in the depths of his mind, the young man sitting by the fireplace raised his eyes and looked at him, his blue eyes were cold and ruthless, the same blue, growing on Leohard's face, would only remind people of the blue lake formed by the melting snow under the iceberg, but on the face of this young man, it was unprovoked to remind people of the ice on the iceberg, which would not melt for thousands of years.

Wolf shuddered, and he remembered who this man was! He subconsciously wanted to step back, but under the gaze of the other party's cold blue eyes, he seemed to have lost the ability to walk, and he couldn't take a step out of his feet.

"Mr. Wolfe?" The young man slowly opened his mouth, his voice low and magnetic, like a solo double bass with a hypnotic effect, "Since you're here, sit down!" ”

Wolfe was horrified to find that he could no longer control his body, as if he was being hypnotized, he nodded slowly, and obediently sat down on the small chair next to the young man.

This small chair is boxy, without a backrest, and the height is less than his knees, a bit like a children's chair for children in the kindergarten, when he sits down, it is very uncomfortable, he can only put his knees together, and put his hands on his knees, which makes his sitting posture extremely honest and pitiful.

"Now, are you wondering if you are an independent soul from another world, or a character played by Leohard, a split sub-personality?" The young doctor looked into his eyes, and his voice opened slowly but clearly, and as soon as he spoke, it struck him directly into the depths of his soul.

Wolf gritted his teeth, this devil, this made "The Psychiatrist" the first movie to be classified as R as soon as it was released, and the famous guys, many people even suggested that there should be a limit of thirty years old on the film classification system for adults and minors!!

Wolf was silent for a moment, then asked rhetorically, "Do you think that you are a sub-personality that he has split from?" ”

The young doctor still looked at him without any expression, and said softly, "You ask this because your heart has been shaken?" You actually know that you are his sub-personality, a character who appeared in the movie. ”

Fear struck him, and Wolf jerked to his feet, glaring at the young doctor like a wounded beast, and roaring, "No! I'm not! I am human, a real person! ”

Worf struggled to wake up at the sound of his rage, he was sweating profusely, his pajamas were soaked with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water, he sat up with one hand, gasping for breath, his eyes staring ahead, as if there were a pair of ice blue eyes calmly watching him, silently mocking him.

Wolf put his hands in his hair and muttered, "How is it possible, I am obviously a real person!" ”

……

After half a month of work, Jian Han has developed a good work and rest time, and at six o'clock, she opened her eyes on time and decisively pressed him before the mobile phone alarm rang off.

She stretched, and as usual, after breakfast, she picked up the cleaning tools and began to be busy, probably because her heart was full of hope, and she did not find this job very hard.

still left the living room for the last cleaning, and Jian Han arrived in front of the living room at half past eight.

Pushing open the door and sweeping it away, she was now much more familiar with the living room than the guy who called himself Wolf.

First of all, in front of the wine cabinet, he pulled out the bottles and checked them, and it was good, he didn't drink yesterday.

Well, the messy books on the desk are sorted out, put back on the shelves, there is a bit of soot on the desk, wipe it clean, etc!

When Jian Han used to clean the room, she would never go through the documents on the desk, and she would never give Wolf the handle to get rid of her, but when there were documents scattered all over the table like this, she would inevitably glance at the desk or two when she wiped the desktop.

This time, she didn't hesitate to pick up all the scattered documents, quickly sorted them out in order, and flipped through them one by one.