Chapter 2471

He closed his eyes, stood in the same place, and slowly straightened his waist. His breathing rhythm gradually stabilized, and his whole brain entered into a state of ethereal. The disorderly sounds in his ears were gradually moving away. He knew that they had not disappeared, and the gibberish was lingering all the time, just like whispering in the water. But he successfully kept his concentration, calmed down his core strength, and then faintly, You can sense the butterflies in your chest flapping.

Open your eyes and the light comes in. "I'm ready."

With Langley's voice, the waiting crew began to work quickly. This is the reason why Bill and Wendy had countless opinions on him in the past. Now Edmond is involved. But he can't even squeeze out a bitter smile. Needless to say, he can guess, "Atlanta charter."

"That story was reprinted by the associated press." Edmond further explained.

"..." is right by bill and Wendy. Horton immediately realized this. He tried to explain, he tried to refute, he tried to do something, but the deep sense of powerlessness just made him close his eyes, hold his breath, looking for a second of purity, and all the sounds disappeared directly.

But Edmond didn't want to let him go. "You said we were friends."

"..." Horton's nerves were stirred by Edmond. The conditioned vigilance awakened his defensive instinct. He put his hands on his chest and made a defensive posture. He knew that he should be tense at this time, but his deep tiredness hindered the rotation of his brain. He found that he could not fight back, and finally just said "... Yes", In order to delay time, trying to get more space for their reaction.

Edmond noticed, he carefully captured the difference of reaction speed, the tone remained unchanged, but the rhythm of the speech was closely followed, "are we friends? Horton

That little breathing space, finally let Horton recover a little bit, "in the context of our cooperation, yes." The use of words and pronunciation are again rigorous, and the organization is gradually clear, but the discourse is still short, adhering to the principle of saying more and making more mistakes, saying less and making less mistakes.

"Our cooperation." Edmond repeated, as if chewing carefully, the smile slowly flowing out of the bottom of his eyes, "this is really beautiful, if it was me, it would be like this." He was closely aware of Horton's change, and kept up with him from words to tone.

"However, our research is not over yet." It's an affirmative sentence, and Edmond came to a direct conclusion.

"All right." Horton said only one word, still not much.

Edmond didn't care, "as I said in the letter."

Horton recalled, gently jaw head, "... You still have more," Horton stopped, as if looking for a more suitable word, and as if he was recalling the contents of the letter, his brow could not help frowning up, the feeling of fatigue invaded again, so that the language became difficult, "... Opinion." He said so.

"Indeed." Edmond replied dryly.

Horton didn't speak. He just held out his right hand and made an invitation, expressing the meaning with his eyes.

Edmond didn't buy it at all. "I won't throw my opinions out to show off, especially when you're still talking about me behind my back and using the information I've given you to prove yourself reasonable."

Bang!

The calm words hit Horton's stomach like a heavy fist. He just felt that his whole body was cramped and curled up, as if his most private and hidden secret had been torn open. That kind of pain emptied his last strength in an instant, and he couldn't breathe in an instant.

Horton tried to hide his confusion - the remaining reason issued a red alert, dangerous! DANGER! Never show weakness in front of Edmund!

The confused brain gives an alarm. Faintly, Horton realizes his mistake. He shouldn't come to visit Edmond, at least not in such a state. However, his confused thoughts can't be sorted out at all. The emotion of fatigue and pain completely empties the brain's energy. The only thing he can think about now is: Alert! He needs to be on guard! Otherwise, in front of Edmond, he really has no chance.

As a result, Horton lowered his eyes to hide the confusion in his eyes. At the same time, he bent his body and sat down in the chair at the end of the bed to ease his slightly trembling knees. The strength originally used to support standing can provide more energy for his brain to face Edmund.

Horton leaned on the back of the chair and folded his right leg over the knee of his left leg, trying to show his strength in controlling the whole game. However, his inner confusion made him unable to calm down completely. His movements and eyes revealed a kind of guilty feeling. His body language, which should have been relaxed, was too tight.

At this time, he finally realized what Bill and Wendy meant. There was something wrong with that report... That damned report. Before, he was just immersed in the joy of "aura and glory", but ignored that the report might expose himself. As Wendy said, it might expose himself to all interviewees and potential criminals, He was exposed in front of Edmond, so what should he do?

"That report is not..." Horton tried to explain, but the words stopped, because he didn't know how to explain. Everything he was proud of now became Edmond's weapon to attack himself. His hands and feet were tied, which made him desperate.

Edmund - to be exact, Cameron noticed subtle changes, such as the evasion of eyes, the rigidity of shoulder lines, the hesitation of words, and so on.

Those subtle changes are gradually exposing his weakness and luring him to attack. It's not a fierce and brutal frontal attack, but a ghostly approach. It's like... It's like the darkness is slowly engulfing the soul, invisible, even imperceptible, so it's slowly being assimilated.

Langley's performance, like a black hole, vaguely has a power to wake up Cameron's bloody and cruel dark soul, which makes him start to sniff it - like a dog's nose, he is looking for the bloody smell, like a hunter in the forest.