After a moment, the boy laughed happily, but at that moment, Jeff jerked his right foot up and kicked Roger in the lower abdomen...

Roger didn't move, looked down at the shoe prints on his clothes, and his face suddenly became ugly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The same foot was imprinted on the man's chest, kicking him and the chair into the air, hitting the wall behind him, and the wooden seat suddenly fell apart.

Jeff vomited a mouthful of blood, leaned against the corner and fainted again.

"What the hell are you kidding me?ha? This is Lao Tzu's new clothes today!" Roger rushed over with a gloomy face, and looked at his face and feet.

Jeff's nose was directly stepped on, and there were probably not a few teeth left in his mouth.

Hermione hurriedly grabbed the boy who was in a bad mood: "Enough, Roger... He's already fainted, and he won't feel anything if you hit him again..."

Roger gritted his teeth and reached out to dust the footprints on his clothes.

"Come on, leave him alone for now, come and help me find those 'little secrets' you said. Hermione took the boy by the hand and rummaged around the living room to distract him.

Diverting the subject is always the best way to divert attention, and after scuttling the two cabinets, Roger has begun to observe the clues in the living room intently.

Sofa covers, mezzanine drawers, locked cabinets, obscured walls everywhere, but nothing to gain.

"I can't find them all, what should I do?" Hermione's tone tinged with a hint of anxiety.

Roger pointed unhurriedly to the ceiling and the ground: "If there is no around, then it will be the turn of going up and down, and..."

Looking up for a while, Roger pointed to the corner on the right side of the living room that served as a dining room and said, "Look at that, don't you think that unlit square lamp lampshade is very clean?"

Hermione followed and immediately reacted, "You mean that the lamp is often wiped... Be touched!"

Roger raised his eyebrows and grinned: "That's it~"

So saying, the boy took the last piece of furniture in the whole house, two wooden chairs, and walked under the lamp, stacked them on top of each other, and climbed up... The height problem is really sad.

The lampshade was rudely smashed, and the bulbs and wiring inside had apparently been altered, except for a pull-down, one-foot-square wooden door with a latch on it.

Pulling out the latch, the door drooped down, and when I looked up, I could see a drawer-like handle on one side of the dark lattice, and an iron lock hanging from it.

Roger reached out and grabbed the lock, twisting it hard, and the lock was intact, but the door nose nailed to the drawer was completely removed.

The boy pouted, threw the lock in his hand, pulled out the drawer and jumped out of the chair.

Hermione, who was waiting at the bottom, immediately came up.

Inside the drawer were small file bags, and Roger took out one of them and opened it, finding that there were negatives and photos in it.

"It's an anthology of the many victims! So much... And the movements are very bold, alas......" Roger looked at it with squinting eyes, and commented from time to time.

"You can't look at !!" Hermione next to her was also looking at the photo, and when she saw the contents, she punched the boy with a crimson face.

Roger touched his nose and ran to the kitchen, picking up the bottle of strong rum that he had drunk a few sips before, but he was especially careful not to smash it... He sat leisurely in his chair and poured two sips from time to time.

Hermione looked at the photo hastily, her face gradually turning from red to black, and became gloomy and terrifying.

"That's why it's customized, it's so perverted!" the girl walked over to Roger in a calm tone, angrily snatched the liquor from his hand and spilled it on the file bag in the drawer, and pulled out matches from the kitchen... Burn the photo to the ground.

The virtue of the Silent Lambs, Roger, still understands it, and he will not treat the child who was sold there as a human being at all, and it is conceivable what kind of goods Jeff with a high-level VIP is.

Roger, who had no alcohol to drink and no photos to look at, finally remembered the culprit.

Jeff was leaning against the corner, his mouth half open and breathing hard, his face had swollen into a pig's head, and the right rib was broken, fortunately the broken bone was not inserted into the internal organs, otherwise he would have died of internal bleeding if he had been left alone for so long.

"What do you want to do with him, how about waking him up and pulling out his fingernails one by one?" Roger asked Hermione with his arms crossed his arms and pointed at Jeff with his chin.

Hermione hesitated, obviously angry at the photos, but sanity was still reminding her to leave this scumbag to the law.

As soon as Roger saw the girl hesitating, he knew what she was thinking.

Slowly walking up to Hermione, close to her ear, Roger said in a slow voice, "What are the consequences of a pedophile being caught? Maybe he'll go to jail, but more likely, he'll just be punished for psychological or medication, brainstorming, maybe letting the others know when he's moving..."

Roger moved a little further away from Hermione's ears, and his voice gradually returned to its normal volume: "Don't think this will ruin him and his job... It doesn't matter!!Didn't Roman Polanski win an Oscar?"

"Think about what he's going to say when he's caught?' She's showing off her sexiness, she's trying to pretend to be a woman, 'Even though she's a girl, she insists on pretending to be a woman'..."The boy's voice slowed down again, gradually pulling Hermione's reason to the edge of anger: "It's easy to blame the child, isn't it?, and I guess those pictures express more than that, 'The Silence of the Lambs' is a place that smells of blood..."

Hermione bit her nails with her teeth and was silent for a long time before she slowly asked, "How can people be so brutal?"

"As long as you accept the fact that there is no God in the world, man can do anything. The corners of Roger's mouth twitched, answering the girl's question.

Hermione changed a fingernail and bit it, "Then what is the difference between us lynching him and him? the same cruelty, the same inhumanity..."

"The difference is in the starting point... He hurts others for the sake of desire, and we are different... We have faith. Roger said vaguely, this topic can't be talked about deeply, and he has to try not to get closer to anything 'the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility'.

If little Hermione is trained to be a superhero, it will really add to the blockage, and Roger knows exactly what kind of person he is.

"Faith?" Hermione was drawn to the word, "I didn't know you had this... What do you believe?"

Roger pondered for a long time before he said slowly: "The scientific concept of development..."