In the middle of the night, the branches by the window were dyed with white frost, and at first glance they were bleak, mixed with a little late night wind.

There were strange cries in his ears, and his back couldn't help but feel a chill.

In the room under the cold moon, almost all four walls are cast from a material that is as hard as diamond, about fifteen square meters, not big, and has a cold tone.

But in this fifteen-square-meter room, there is a single bed, white sheets and bedding, a table and a chair on one side, and a delicate small vase on the table, which contains a light blue orchid, and the whole room is inexplicably more humane.

In the corner is a cubicle, which is the bathroom.

Narrow, but surprisingly clean and tidy.

Directly opposite the bed, that is, in the direction of the doorway, except for the door of special material, the entire wall is floor-to-ceiling bulletproof glass, which can make it easier for some people outside to observe the people in the room.

It looks like a small room, but it's more like a ...... Cage.

The man in the room sat on a chair by the table in a clean and spotless shirt, holding a book in his slender hand, and the yellowed cowhide material lined the hand more smooth and white, it was an amazing hand, the joints were well-proportioned and beautiful, even more beautiful than a woman's hand,

The light of the incandescent lamp above the head of the room sprinkled on the side of the man's face, and the curled eyelashes were just right, slender and thick, just one side face could not help but be amazed, as if God had carved it thousands of times.

He always looked at the book quietly, and although his picturesque eyebrows and eyes did not seem aggressive, they revealed a kind of detachment and distantness.

Squeak –

The door made of special iron material was opened from the outside, and a man about forty years old walked into the room, his eyes on the man froze slightly, and he obviously hesitated, but he still walked in and stood in front of the man.

"Mr. S.T., can I delay you for a late night visit?" Richard looked at S.T., who was sitting quietly in the chair like a painting, this man didn't seem to have any offensive power or threat, but he was guarded against by many, many people.

He really didn't understand what was so special about this 26-year-old hairy boy that could make him go out in person.

Richard thought of the reminders of the men before he came in: "Be careful, don't be fooled by S.T., be careful with everything he says, don't pay attention to anything he says." ”

Richard actually scoffed at it, he has been in the psychology field for more than 20 years, and there are only a handful of people who can stand side by side with him in the world, isn't it just to find out if this hairy boy has criminal tendencies, and those people are still so serious?

S.T. raised his eyes and looked at Richard lightly, his pure black pupils did not have any impurities, and his extremely delicate and beautiful eyes were warm and heavy, as if they were hiding vast stars, but there were no major emotional waves.

Although Richard in front of him had a serious face, there was a kind of arrogance in his eyes that did not care about him, although he concealed it well.

He continued to let his eyes fall on the pure French book in his hand, and opened his mouth lightly, his voice was as moist as a watery stream of bluestone, cold, thin.

"Did they tell you to be wary of me?"

Richard nodded, "yes, do you mind if I do some interview work with you?" ”

The man seemed to hook his lips, warm and sweet: "What if I say I mind?" ”

Richard's expression froze.

S.T. continued, as if he hadn't said anything, "Ever heard how they describe me? ”