The man did not mention the bravery of the year.

They looked at the back of the young policeman and left in anger, thinking that sooner or later this person would become as insensitive as they were.

...

No matter what those people outside, Herbert always believed that the mentally ill man was definitely not a suicide.

His affair must have been inseparable from Robert.

This assumption was confirmed the next night.That night, Robert took Herbert again to the basement, and Herbert saw the missing man, who looked as if he had fallen asleep and lay in bed, very quiet and well-behaved.

Robert wore gloves and razed the man’s hair with a razor.

Herbert stood by and listened quietly to Robert.

Robert is like a professor teaching, explaining how to open the skull in order to preserve the patient's nerves in the most intact way.Herbert listened to him finish his knowledge, and he listened to him show off his research results.

At this moment, Herbert knew that Robert had done these wonderful things in order to study the human brain, what was the difference.

Robert said, "Before, there was a question that puzzled me as to why people are the same, some people are smarter than others, and some people are born stupid."He wiped the man's hair off the man's head with a towel, and after finishing the movement, he suddenly glanced at Herbert.

“The human brain is amazing.I can't figure it out, and no one can give me the most perfect explanation, so I'll have to look for this answer myself."When he spoke, the cutter had already cut the man’s scalp.Robert was side-by-side, so it was more convenient for Herbert to observe.

Herbert looked at him calmly, like a cool and terrible little demon.

But Herbert, in his heart, scolded Robert for a lunatic.But in order not to be punished by Robert's abuse, Herbert had to calmly ask him, "Then Daddy, what answer have you come up with?"

Robert said, "The brain is amazing, I haven't studied it yet, but it's not something that's been achieved."With that, Robert cut open the man’s subcutaneous tissue with a knife, and then Herbert watched as he picked up a drill.

Herbert held his back his hands tightly behind his back.

He wanted to yell at Robert, call him, and call him a brute, but he did not dare, and once he did, the man in bed was him.

Robert wanted to see Herbert's reaction, and he glanced at it, but saw Herbert's little face, a cold, fearless.Robert, with a grin of delight, said, "Herbert, you are so surprised, you have grown very fast during this time."

With that, he put on a confused look, and he murmured, "I think your brain must be interesting too."

A cold feeling, coming from the soles of his feet, spread rapidly throughout Herbert's whole body.

But his eyes were still calm.

Without seeing the color of fear in his son's eyes, Robert smiled and said, "You are my pride, child."He smiled wickedly and said, "But I will not hurt you, you must study my ability well, and then you will succeed in my career."

Herbert looked down, looked at the ground, and thought to himself: But your pride is not like accepting your mantle, but he wants to kill you.

On the evening of the third day, the moon was in the air, and Herbert once again buried a corpse deep beneath the soil.He knelt down in front of the grave, disguised as a lawn grave, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

In the distance, on the roof of the villa, a small figure holds a telescope in his hand.

From the time Herbert dragged a bag much larger than he was, and when it appeared in that coldly taway valley, Kris noticed him.When she saw the boy burying a man in the soil, she could not help scolding her mother.

“I guessed it right!”

Kris was looking at Herbert, but did not notice that there was a man in Herbert's house who was spying on her in the night.

Robert stood by the window of the building, in his hand, also holding a pair of telescopes, and he stared at the delicate little girl in the camera.He didn’t know what the little girl was looking at, but he was very interested in the little girl.

Kris Rosen, the most intelligent child of the Rosen family, helped with family affairs at a young age.

The child’s IQ was the highest that Robert had ever seen.

He had a strong interest in this child.

Her brain must be the most interesting.

...

The next morning, when Kris was at the restaurant, she heard Heber say, "Miss Rosen, someone brought it to the door."

“Bring it.”

Heber handed the basket to Kris.

Kris held the basket with a small hand, and after seeing what was in the basket, her face was somewhat complicated.

Inside, they are all colored shells, and each one is perfect and beautiful.

In the eyes of Kris, the little boy appeared.

He was thin, he had a pair of cold eyes, he knelt on the grave to confess.

Since she can speak and be educated, Kris accepted never sympathy for strangers, never soft on the idea of education.But at this moment, Kris was a little distressed by the boy.

He was so small, so kind.Although he was very introverted, holding a hand would blush, he was so cute that he would not be a murderer.Kris was convinced that the real devil was the one behind Herbert.She must save him and take him out of the sea of misery.

After breakfast, Kris went back to the room to play with Julia for a while, and when the sun came out, she came to Herbert's house alone.

When she arrived, Herbert sat on a chair on his doorstep, as if in the sun.

Kris walked over, her little body blocking a piece of the morning.

Herbert had to open his eyes, and the gaze cast on Krishna, he frowned and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

“Come and play with you.”Kris sat down on the grass beside him and asked him, “You’re not going to school today?”

Herbert said, "It's a holiday."

“Then we can play.”

Herbert did not answer.

He didn’t want to play with Kris...

No, he actually wanted to play with Kris, the rich girl in this big city, beautiful, lively and cheerful, good character, it is very interesting to play with her.But Herbert did not dare to make too frequent contact with Kris, and he was afraid that Krishna would find out the truth.

Kris was no longer clever, and could not guess what Herbert had thought.

“Didn’t you invite me to sit in the house for a while?”“Don’t drink coffee or something?”

Herbert hesitated, then said, “No.”