It was a very, very subtle feeling. Cameron only felt that the goose bumps on his back were slowly creeping up, as if the cold air was gradually spreading, tempting him. Some, like a cat-and-mouse game, are enjoying the good show in front of them.
The slightly flickering eyes in the depths of the drooping eyelids, the unconsciously pursed corners of the mouth, the gently pulled shirt lines revealing the tightness of the shoulders, and the seemingly relaxed but stiff right knee... Those details, one by one The ground is magnified in the sight and the mind, presenting a whole new world.
A world like a black hole.
Then all Cameron's attention was drawn, and he could faintly sense the gradual push, as if he was getting closer to Renly, blood and red flags surging in his mind, but he But not at all afraid, but enjoy it.
In a trance, Cameron couldn't tell whether he was Cameron or... Edmund, there was only one thought in his mind at this time:
"bloody."
He craved blood.
"That report doesn't..." Horton tried to find an accurate word to describe his thoughts, but when he stopped, his brain was still not able to give enough help, or he couldn't explain his situation at all, which made him got into trouble.
Later, Horton realized that there was no answer and no explanation. At least, he could not give a reasonable explanation now, and trying to find excuses might be full of loopholes.
The thought frustrates Horton, and his nervous exhaustion seems to be spreading the negative thoughts.
Hold your breath.
Holden made a gesture of holding his breath to avoid taking a deep breath and causing Edmund's idea, and then directly cut off the negative emotions in his mind, not letting himself continue to sink in the drowning state, and then said, "I… drank some alcohol at the time."
Instead of defending, he frankly admitted his mistake. This is the best stop loss method that Horton can come up with at the moment.
Edmund tilted his head slightly and asked enthusiastically, "What is the profile of your boasting behavior?"
"Um..." Holden folded his hands, his nerves relaxed a little, so that his speaking rhythm and articulation rhythm slowed down, which allowed him to buy time to sort out his words, "This is a basis for Crime scenes and personality traits, to determine the way criminal minds work."
"I really like it." Edmund's voice rose slightly, using a strong emotional word, "Love," with emphasis.
Obviously, this is an irony.
But Edmund enjoyed this moment very much, and there was a slight smile in his voice, "What are my psychological characteristics?"
"I can't tell you." Horton's eyes were finally able to face Edmund, but his thinking space was not able to return to its original state, and he was still in a state of passive defense.
Edmund refused to relax, "You can't do it, or you don't want to?"
"It's an industry term, Ed." Horton couldn't resist.
"My favorite." Edmund pressed step by step.
Horton tilted his head back, with a little struggle in his expression, trying to justify it again, "Our research is still in a very early stage..."
"It's not too early." Edmund interrupted Horton's words directly - this is the first time since we met today, he is pressing more and more, "After all, you can brag to the media; And you basically admit that I led you down this path. So… I think you owe me an explanation, Horton."
Edmund watched Houghton.
Houghton also looked at Edmund. During the exchange of eyes, both sides refused to give in an inch. Edmund's calm gaze made Houghton a little flustered.
In the end, Horton's eyes flickered slightly, announcing that he was defeated, his hands were completely crossed, and he could faintly perceive that he was working hard, trying his best to keep himself on his feet, "We classify you as organized. The killer." Horton finally gave the answer.
"Hmm." Edmund was content, and then his eyes began to carefully survey the ward - the doctors and nurses who were monitoring outside the ward seemed to be leaving.
"Because you plan carefully before committing a crime." Holden, who had his back to the surveillance window, did not notice these movements and was still focusing on his own analysis. He couldn't take it lightly, because he knew it was on the edge of a cliff. Dancing wildly, if you don't pay attention, it may happen... To be honest, he didn't know what would happen. This was the first time he revealed the results of their analysis in front of a psychoanalyst.
"You practice a few times and let girls hitch a ride before you choose your first victim."
Horton's voice finally stabilized, and his words and words finally became clear. Vaguely, he regained control of the initiative, as if he was standing in God's perspective, analyzing all living beings, the feeling of controlling the whole situation, It made Horton's mind clear again.
Even the sound became stable and powerful.
"You use your car, carry out kidnappings and dump bodies; you follow your own case through the media, which proves that you have ongoing fantasies." Houghton finished his description, pausing, while Edmond waited for more , said "Uh-huh" again, signaling Horton to continue his elaboration.
"That's probably the case." Houghton was a little helpless. He thought they had the key, but in real analysis, there didn't seem to be much, and Edmond's reaction made him even more frustrated - he thought He is God, but all his knowledge and information come from Edmond. In other words, he is a student, a researcher, and an explorer, but he is not the God he thinks.
"Do you think you can sum up me with one adjective?" Edmund said.
"Of course not." Horton argued eagerly, but immediately realized his eagerness, so the rhythm of the speech slowed down again, "This is just a way to classify features."
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The ups and downs of the mood are immediately clear at a glance.
Edmund's calm tone carried a kind of joking, "You're an expert now?"
"No." Holden denied immediately.
"Sounds like it."
"I'm not an expert."
"But you want to be an expert, don't you?" The aggressiveness of the back and forth, Edmund raised his tail slightly, firmly gaining the upper hand.
That condescending tone hit Horton hard: he fell silent.
He seemed to be thinking, but his brain was blank. Horton was in a predicament. All the mixed thoughts in his mind began to dissipate, but he was in a complete blank, as if... as if all his disguise had been Opening it up, Chiguo faced doubts.
In front of Edmund, his embarrassment and helplessness exposed his vulnerability.
"Yes," Horton said. He seemed to be answering Edmond in an almost airy way, and he seemed to be alerting himself, but his completely blank brain was not able to function, and he just replied like a wandering soul.
Edmund looked at Houghton so silently, and for a long time, for a long time, he could sense that the focus and the focal length of Houghton were gradually spreading, immersed in his own thoughts, and the unsuspecting vulnerability Just like the heart that unfolds in front of you after opening your chest, puff! Pfft! is beating.
He knew the opportunity had come.
Edmund turned his head, raised his left hand, and said calmly, while tearing the tape over his wound, "Human blood is very hot." This attracted Horton's attention, and he raised his head Come, and then saw Edmund's movements, and his body couldn't help leaning back.
"On wet, cold mornings, you can see human blood steaming." Edmund seemed to be reciting poetry.
"What are you doing? Ed?" Horton smelled an unpleasant smell, and seemed to be able to perceive the bloody aura coming towards him.
Edmund ignored it. "Someone left a ballpoint pen on my court papers, and I used the metal case of the pen."
Then, the wound was exposed in front of Horton's eyes. Edmund took the initiative to show his left wrist to Horton, as if he was showing his victory.
The wound was twisted like a centipede, the wound was pink and pink, and the wound line was dark black, which reflected Edmund's white skin that had not seen the sun for a long time, forming a strong scar. The visual impact continued to expand in the pupils.
Horton held his breath for a moment, tried to look away, but couldn't do it, staring at the wound, and then the nausea rolled in his stomach, like hundreds of worms squirming in his stomach, That feeling of overturning the river firmly held him in place.
"Is this what you want to see?" Edmond's tone remained the same, calm.
Only then did Horton react, and he was finally able to control his movements again. He quickly lowered his eyes, avoided the screen, and then turned his eyes to Edmund again, "Why would I want to see this?" But out of the corner of his eyes He was still able to capture the wound picture, which kept him holding his breath. Then, the accident happened further:
Edmund uncovered his bedding, sat up straight, put his left arm under Horton's nose, and said softly in a low voice, "Look closer."
Horton lowered his eyes, rejected the picture of the wound, and his muscles tightened. Although the alarm in his heart had sounded, he couldn't escape, he tried his best to suppress himself and keep sitting, still staying in place, But the fingers that were involuntarily tightened couldn't hide his emotions at all, and he even held his breath, pretending that he was a wooden man, not feeling at all.
But Edmund was still reluctant to let him go.
"Snapped!"
Edmund stood directly on the ground with his bare feet, and the sound of the collision between the soles of his feet and the ground exploded in Horton's ears like thunder.
Horton opened his eyes suddenly, turned his head slightly, and his first reaction was to cast his eyes towards the monitoring window, and then he saw that the doctor and nurse seemed to be preparing to leave.
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