Chapter 2472

It was a very delicate feeling. Cameron only felt that the goose bumps on his back were climbing slowly, as if the cold air was gradually spreading. He couldn't help but want to oppress some more, just like a cat and mouse game. He was enjoying the good play in front of him.

The drooping eyelids, the flickering eyes, the corners of the mouth, the shirt lines, the tight shoulders, and the stiff right knee, all these details, one by one, are magnified in the eyes, presenting a new world.

A world like a black hole.

Then all of Cameron's attention was drawn to the past. He could vaguely perceive the gradual push, as if he was approaching Langley step by step. The smell of blood and danger were surging in his mind, but he was not afraid. Instead, he enjoyed it.

In a trance, Cameron couldn't tell whether he was Cameron or... Edmund. At this time, he had only one idea in his mind:

"Bloody."

He was hungry for blood.

"That report is not..." Horton tried to find an accurate word to describe his idea, but after a pause, his brain still could not give enough help, or he could not explain his situation at all, which made him in a dilemma.

Later, Horton realized that there is no answer and no explanation. At least, he can't give a reasonable explanation now. Instead, he may be full of loopholes.

This kind of thought makes Horton a little depressed. Nervous fatigue seems to be spreading negative thoughts.

hold one 's breath.

Horton made a movement of holding his breath to prevent the deep breathing from arousing Edmond's idea. Then he cut off the negative emotion in his mind and didn't let himself continue to sink in the drowning state. Then he said, "I... Drank some wine at that time."

There is no excuse, but frankly admit their mistakes, this is Horton can now come up with the best way to stop.

Edmond tilted his head slightly and asked excitedly, "what is the profile of your boasting behavior?"

"Well..." Horton's hands crossed and his nerves relaxed a little bit, so that his speaking rhythm and pronunciation rhythm slowed down, which allowed him to gain time to clarify his words. "It's a way to determine the criminal psychology according to the crime scene and personality traits."

"I love it." Edmond's voice rose slightly, using a strong emotional expression word, "love," with stress.

Obviously, it's a satire.

But Edmond enjoyed the moment very much, with a light smile in his voice. "What's my psychological characteristic?"

"I can't tell you." Horton's vision can finally face Edmond, but his thinking space has not been able to return to the original, he is still in a passive defensive state.

Edmond refused to relax. "You have no way, or you don't want to?"

"It's industry language, ed." Horton was a little overwhelmed.

"My favorite." Edmond pressed on.

Horton looked back with a little struggle, trying to explain again, "our research is still in a very early stage..."

"It's not too early." Edmond directly interrupted Horton's words - this is the first time since we met today, he is more and more pressing, "after all, you can boast to the media; And you basically admit that I took you down this road. So... I think you owe me an explanation, Horton. "

Edmond watched Horton.

Horton also looked at Edmond. In the eye fight, both sides did not give up. Edmond's calm vision made Horton a little flustered.

In the end, Horton's eyes flickered slightly, declaring that he was defeated. His hands were completely crossed, and he could be vaguely aware that he was exerting himself, trying his best to get a firm foothold. "We classify you as an organized killer." After all, Horton gave the answer.

"Well." Edmond was content, and then his eyes began to look carefully at the ward, where the doctors and nurses in charge of surveillance seemed to be leaving.

"Because you plan before you commit a crime." Horton, with his back to the surveillance window, didn't notice the movement. He was still focusing on his analysis. He couldn't take it lightly because he knew it was a wild dance on the edge of the cliff. If he didn't pay attention, it might happen... To be honest, he didn't know what would happen. This was the first time he disclosed the results of their analysis in front of the psychoanalytic objects.

"You practice a few times, give girls a lift, and then choose your first victim."

Horton's voice has finally stabilized, and his pronunciation and use of words have finally become clear. Vaguely, he has regained the initiative again, as if he was standing in the perspective of God to analyze all living beings. The feeling of controlling the overall situation makes Horton's mood clear again.

Even the sound became steady and powerful.

"You use your own car to kidnap and abandon the body; You pay attention to your case through the media, which proves that you have persistent fantasy. " Horton finished the description and stopped. However, Edmond was still waiting for more. He said "Hmmm" again and motioned Horton to continue.

"That's about it." Horton felt helpless. He thought they had mastered the key, but it didn't seem to have much to analyze. Edmond's reaction attitude made him feel frustrated. He thought he was God, but all his knowledge and information came from Edmond. In other words, he was a student, a researcher and an explorer, But not the God I thought I was.

"Do you think you can sum me up with one adjective?" Said Edmond.

"Of course not." Horton argued eagerly, but then realized his eagerness, so the rhythm of the discourse slowed down. "It's just a way to classify features."

As soon as you are in a hurry, you can see the ups and downs of your mood immediately.

There was a banter in Edmond's steady tone. "Are you an expert now?"

"No Horton immediately denied it.

"That sounds like it."

"I'm not an expert."

"But you want to be an expert, don't you?" With the aggressiveness between coming and going, Edmond raised his tail slightly and firmly gained the upper hand.

That condescending tone of voice, hard hit Horton: he fell silent.

It seems that he is thinking, but in fact his brain is blank. Horton is in a dilemma. All the confused thoughts in his mind begin to dissipate. He is just in a complete blank. It's like... It's like all his disguises have been taken apart and he confronts questions on the ground.

In front of Edmond, his embarrassment and helplessness exposed his vulnerability.

"Yes." Horton said that he seemed to be answering Edmond and alerting himself in a way close to breath, but the completely blank brain was not able to work, just like a wandering soul.

Edmond just looked at Horton quietly. For a long time, he could see that Horton's focus and focus were gradually spreading, immersed in his own thoughts, and the unprepared fragility was like the heart unfolding in front of his eyes after opening his chest! Poop! It's beating.

He knew it was an opportunity.

Edmond turned his head, raised his left hand, said calmly, tearing the tape from his wound. "Human blood is very hot." This attracted Horton's attention. He looked up and saw Edmond's movement. He could not help leaning back.

"On a wet, cold morning, you can see human blood steaming." Edmond seems to be reading poetry.

"What are you doing? Ed? " Horton smelled a strange smell, and seemed to be able to sense that the smell of blood was coming towards him.

Edmond didn't pay any attention. "Someone left a ballpoint pen on my court papers. I used the metal shell of the pen."

Then, the wound showed in front of Horton's eyes. Edmond took the initiative to show Horton his left wrist, as if he was showing his own results.

The twisted scar, like a centipede, was pink on the wound, while the wound line was dark black, reflecting Edmond's white skin, which had not seen the sun for a long time. It formed a strong visual impact and kept enlarging in the pupil.

Horton immediately held his breath and tried to look away, but he couldn't do it. He was staring at the wound, and then the feeling of nausea rolled up in his stomach, just like hundreds of insects were wriggling in his stomach. The feeling of tumbling over the river held him in place.

"Is that what you want to see?" Edmond's tone remained the same.

Horton responded, and finally he was able to control his movements again. He quickly lowered his eyes, avoided the picture, and then looked back at Edmond. "Why do I want to see this?" However, he could still capture the wound image from his sight, which made him hold his breath. Then, the accident happened further

Edmond opened his bedding, sat up straight, put his left arm under Horton's nose, and said in a low voice, "look closer."

Horton bowed his eyes and refused the scene of the wound. His muscles were tense. Although the alarm had been sounded in his heart, he could not escape. He tried his best to suppress himself and keep sitting. He still stayed in the same place. But his fingers could not hide his emotion. He even held his breath completely and pretended to be a wooden man, There's no sense at all.

But Edmond was still reluctant to let him go.

"Pa!"

Edmund stood on the ground barefoot, and the sound of the collision between the soles of his feet and the ground exploded in Horton's ear like thunder.

Horton opened his eyes and tilted his head slightly. His first reaction was to look at the surveillance window. Then he saw that the doctor and nurse seemed to be preparing to leave.

What should I do?