"And Rodriguez...Schille Rodriguez!"

"A damn murderer, a pervert!"

"You damn agent! Haven't you been looking for the murderer you were the one? I can tell you that the murderer was Rodriguez. He killed two people! He also dismembered one of them! I saw it with my own eyes!

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When Annell came to pronounce the name Rodriguez, all kinds of negative emotions were vented from his teeth like a flood.

This is the first time Benjamin has felt that human emotions can really become a knife with a solid substance, making people feel like a ray of light on their backs.

If the emotions of hatred can really turn into substance, then Annell might have had the sharpest weapon in the world, but unfortunately, this kind of thing is impossible.

Therefore, he could only clench his fists in this reception room, stomp his feet constantly, and vent his negative emotions against Schiller to Benjamin as a victim.

When Benjamin heard that when Annell said "Schiller killed at least two people", his brows frowned deeply.

At this time, the snow outside the window began to get heavier and heavier. Through the dancing snowflakes, the warm light spots lit up again. The mayor's mansion, which was of different style, appeared in the sky with snow, and time flew back two years ago.

This time, the brilliant lights fell, and the blood in the living room had not been wiped clean. The body of the deputy speaker was lying in the corner on the side of the hall, covered with white cloth. All the doors in the mayor's mansion were closed tightly, and everyone was turned off the lights and hid in the bedroom and did not dare to make a sound.

Because just now, two more deaths occurred, and even the police could no longer maintain order. Everyone could only hurriedly hide back into their small room like a mouse chased by a cat, trying to gain some sense of security.

A violent snowstorm surrounded the manor, turning it into a prison for ordinary people, and at the same time, it also became a hunting ground for serial murderers.

On the dark corridor, there was only a trace of light in a room at the end. The light that shone through the crack of the door was like a sharp knife, cutting the end of the corridor into another cold and cold space.

Lai Annell tiptoed in the corridor and came to the door where a ray of light was shining. He stopped and held his breath. He heard a cold sound from the door:

"...It seems that this is the last one... It's a pity that there is still nothing I'm looking for."

When Annell heard the sound of cutting meat in the room that made him creepy, then there were some sounds of water, and the "dick" sound of leather shoes pacing on the floor. All of this made him feel extremely frightened, but he still suppressed this emotion and continued to listen.

"That's a huge treasure... Dong, Dong... It seems that I have to leave here, but before that..."

The sound from the room was intermittent, and Lai Annell continued to hold his breath, trying to hear it clearly, but soon the sound in the room stopped, and Lai Annell's body trembled a little.

Just as he calmed down through deep breaths, stood up, and was about to leave, he heard a "creak" sound and the door opened.

A figure in a suit standing among the light cast from the room, but it was like a black hole that devoured all the light. It was Schiller Rodriguez.

Lai Annell fell to the ground, he tried to move his body, took a few steps back, and let out a short sniffle from his mouth, saying, "Professor Rodriguez..."

"Did you see it?" Schiller asked him expressionlessly.

"No, I didn't, I saw nothing!"

"You saw me killing Nelson." Schiller used a confirmation, saying, "You saw me come to him, asked him those questions, and then killed him and threw him down from the building, so you followed me all the way here to hear what I was looking for."

Lai Annell turned over hard and got up from the ground. He held his hands in his hands and said with his body hunched: "No, no, Mr. Professor, I didn't see anything. I can keep it secret, really..."

"Then why did you come here?"

The evil tone exudes a heart-warming coldness. When Annell didn't even know how to answer, he tried to squeeze out a little smirk, and Schiller also showed a smile, but the smile looked creepy.

"Uh... that's right. I'm here to find you. Actually, I just want you to treat my son. He is suffering from autism. I have hired many experts, but I think their professional level is not as good as yours..."

"Where is he?"

Come to Annell, he didn't seem to expect Schiller to ask this question directly. He showed a very hesitant and embarrassed expression, and said: "It's too late now, and..."

"If you're not for this, then you're really seeing something..."

As Schiller said this, he came to Annell to see a trace of blood flowing out of the crack of the door. He swallowed his saliva, and the expression of fear on his face could hardly be suppressed. Finally, in order to save his life, he still said: "...No, I'm serious. If you think so, then follow me..."

Lai Annell and Schiller walked through the dark corridor of hand, climbed the spiral stairs, and came upstairs until they came to the reception room.

Laix Luther, wearing a suit, was waiting there. At that time, he was even younger and was just a teenager.

Schiller walked forward, bent down, staring at Laix, who also looked up at him. His eyes were a little numb, and he seemed to have a little distracted consciousness and could not think independently.

Schiller narrowed his eyes, and Annell walked up and asked in a polite manner: "Professor, how are you? Is my son in good condition?"

Schiller stood up straight, pretending to be thinking, turned around and walked back, and began to pace the room.

Laionel's attention was focused on Laiks, so he did not notice, Schiller, who walked behind him, picked up a vase from the decorative table.

"This child is not lucky. When his mother gave birth to him, she suffered from postpartum depression. I hired many doctors to take care of her carefully, but in the end she committed suicide..."

"Although I'm very sad, I know that for the sake of Little Laix, I have to hold on. But what makes me even more disappointed is that a few years later, he was found to have childhood autism, and he couldn't communicate normally with people, and his thinking was not normal..."

"Professor, you don't know how sad I was. At that moment, I almost wanted to go with my wife, but in order to take care of him, I persevered."

"For my son, I want to live..."

Lai Annell's voice was trembling, like an old father with great sorrow. Just as he stood up and looked back to see Schiller's reaction, what appeared in his sight was a huge vase.

With a loud "bang", Leonel fell to the ground. Schiller threw down the handle of the vase and did not look at Leonel, who was knocked out by him, but came to Leonel in front of Leonel.

He bent down and touched Lax's head, but Lax still didn't react and was still very dull.

Schiller rolled the eyelids of his eyes and whispered to himself: "Long-term excessive use of palliative drugs..."

He groped on Lax, and when he touched Lax's calves and knees, Lax instinctively shrank.

Schiller rolled up Lax's trouser's leg and found many old injuries on it. He asked Lax to turn it over. After lifting his shirt, he found that there were injuries on his back. Obviously, this could not be caused by accident, but traces left by being abused.

He turned his head and glanced at Lai Annell, his eyes became a little cold. Then, he tested Kers' various reactions again, then sighed, stopped and thought for a long time, and finally, he held Lai Ann's back and said, "... Come with me."

He patted Laiks on the back and guided him out the door, through the dark corridor, to the room before, facing the strong stimulation of bloody smell, Laiks still had no reaction.

Without looking at the indescribable mass in the middle of the room, Schiller crossed the pile of things, came to the bed, and flipped out a small box from his suitcase.

After opening the box, there was a very small reagent tube. Schiller looked at the less than a milliliter of liquid left in the reagent tube. He sighed deeply again and said to himself: "There were not many, but now there is only one left..."

"But just because there is only one little left, it seems that I can't do anything else." Schiller said as if he was comforting himself.

He looked up at Lax, glanced at his tender face and dull eyes, paused for a moment, and walked over.

He unscrewed the lid of the small reagent tube, and the moment the lid opened, a charming aroma of wine spread throughout the room.

He grabbed Lax's chin with his hand, letting him open his mouth, and poured the liquid from the test tube into his mouth.

The moment the liquid entered his mouth, Lax showed an extremely painful expression.

Schiller bent down and hugged him, stopping his struggle. Lax was like a dying fish that was shored from the sea, trembling constantly. After a few minutes, he began to vomit and cough.

When Lax finally stood up, his eyes began to shine and emitted a glimmer of light.

It was like a vegetable man who had been lying on the hospital bed for many years, suddenly woke up. He was confused for a moment, and then he stood there in a daze and began to accept the memories in his mind.

Schiller pressed his shoulder, looked into his eyes, and said to him: "I know you are a little confused now. I think you should have a memory of your own experience, but I still have to explain it to you."

"Your father should have been abused by you all the time, but I don't understand why he was taking you overdoses of calcification drugs for a long time, so that these drugs seriously affect your developmental system and thinking ability."

"But coincidentally, I have a very magical thing that can reactivate people's thinking. Although excessive use may make people crazy, if it is only a little bit, it should be effective for your symptoms."

"Of course, this thing will have some sequelae, which may make your thinking more active and crazy in some excited states, but it is still within the controllable range."

"Okay, kid, listen, I'll go and hypnotize your father later, so that he can forget that I knocked him out and treated you."

"Hypnosis is not omnipotent. If I have enough time, maybe I can do more, but now, for some reasons, I have to leave immediately."

Schiller looked into Laiks' eyes and said, "Remember, pretend that nothing has happened, so that you can protect yourself. If he gives you medicine, find a way to deceive him.

"Also, don't think about taking revenge before you are sure of it, goodbye."

After saying that, Schiller turned around, closed his suitcase, and was about to leave. Suddenly, he heard a slightly tender voice from behind: "Do you know why my father used drugs to control me?"

Schiller turned his head, staring into Laiks' eyes, and asked in confusion: "You can speak so soon? You..."

In his vision, bathed in the light, Laiks, who was standing in front of the sea of ​​blood, showed a somewhat crazy smile at him, and said:

"Because I'm a genius..."

"A super genius."

Behind him, the wind and snow outside the window were still there.

Shuttled between the wind and snow, time moved forward rapidly, and as he looked in through the window again, the atmosphere of Schiller confrontation with Benjamin became more and more intense.

The red-haired boy who had been standing behind Benjamin slowly raised the vase in his hand towards the person in front of him.
Chapter completed!