Chapter 811

A hero is not brave.

They looked at the back of the young policeman who left angrily, thinking that sooner or later, this man will become as insensitive as them.

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No matter how the people outside spread it, Herbert always believed that the psychopath had never committed suicide by jumping into the sea.

He must have something to do with Robert.

This conjecture was confirmed the next night. That night, Robert took Herbert to the basement again. Herbert saw the missing man. He was pale and looked as if he was sleeping. He was very quiet and clever.

Robert, wearing gloves, is shaving a man's hair with a razor.

Herbert stood aside, listening quietly to Robert.

Robert is like a professor teaching, explaining to him how to open a skull to preserve the patient's nerves. Herbert heard him finish his knowledge, and then he showed off his research achievements

At this moment, Herbert knew that the reason why Robert did these immoral things was to study the brain of human body. What's the difference.

Robert said, "before, there was a question that always puzzled me. Why are the same people? Some people are smarter than others, while others are born stupid." He wiped the hair off the man's head with a towel. After that, he suddenly looked at Herbert.

"The human brain is really amazing. I can't figure it out, and no one can give me the most perfect explanation, so I have to seek the answer myself. " As he spoke, the scalpel had cut the man's scalp. Robert cut it sideways, which made it easier for Herbert to observe.

Herbert looked at him calmly, like a calm and terrible little devil.

But Herbert, in his heart, called Robert a lunatic. But in order not to be abused and punished by Robert, Herbert had to ask him calmly, "so Daddy, what's your answer?"

Robert said, "the brain is so amazing that I haven't studied it yet, but it's not nothing." With that, Robert cut the man's subcutaneous tissue with an electric knife, and Herbert watched as he picked up an electric drill.

Herbert's hands, behind his back, held tightly.

He wanted to yell at Robert, stop him and call him a beast, but he didn't dare. Once he did, the man lying on the bed would be him.

Robert wants to see Herbert's reaction. He looks sideways, but he sees Herbert's small face, cold and fearless. Robert said with satisfaction, "Herbert, you surprise me so much. You've grown up so fast these days."

After that, he showed a puzzled expression and whispered, "I think your brain must be very interesting, too."

A cold sensation came from the soles of his feet and quickly spread all over Herbert's body.

But his eyes were still calm.

Not seeing fear in his son's eyes, Robert laughed and said, "you are my pride, son." But I won't hurt you. You have to learn from me so that you can succeed me later

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

On the night of the third day, with the moon in the sky, Herbert once again buried a body deep in the soil. He knelt down in front of the cemetery disguised as a lawn and said softly, "I'm sorry."

In the distance, on the roof of the villa, a small figure was holding a pair of binoculars.

Chris noticed Herbert from the time he appeared in the lonely valley with a bag much bigger than him. When she saw the boy burying a man in the soil, she couldn't help scolding her mother.

"You guessed right!"

Chris was looking at Herbert, but she didn't notice that there was a man in Herbert's house, peeping at her in the dark.

Robert is standing by the window of the attic. He also has a pair of binoculars in his hand. He stares at the pretty 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.

Chris Rosen, the smartest child of the Rosen family, helped with family affairs at a young age.

The child's IQ is the highest Robert has ever seen.

He had a strong interest in the child.

Her brain, it must be the most interesting brain.

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The next morning, when Chris appeared in the dining room, she heard EBER say, "Miss Rosen, someone has taken this to the door."

"Here you are."

EBER handed the basket to Chris.

Chris held the basket in her little hands and looked a little complicated when she saw what was in it.

Inside, there are all purple shells. Each one is perfect and beautiful.

In front of Chris's eyes, the little boy appeared.

He is thin, he has a pair of indifferent eyes, he kneels in front of the grave to repent

Since she can speak and receive education, what Chris has accepted is that she should never sympathize with strangers and never be soft hearted. But at this moment, Chris felt a little sorry for the boy.

He's so small, so kind. Although he is very introverted, holding a hand will blush, he is so lovely, will not be a murderer. Chris firmly believes that the real devil is the man behind Herbert. She had to save him and take him out of the misery.

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

When she arrived, Herbert was sitting in a chair in front of his house, as if in the sun.

Chris walked over, her little body blocking the dawn.

Herbert had to open his eyes and look at Chris. He frowned and asked coldly, "what are you doing?"

"Come and play with you." Chris sat down on the grass beside him and asked him, "aren't you going to school today?"

Herbert said, "it's a holiday."

"Oh, then we can play."

Herbert didn't answer.

He didn't want to play with Chris

No, he really wants to play with Chris. The rich girl in this big city is beautiful, lively and cheerful, and has a good personality. It's very interesting to play with her. But Herbert did not dare to contact Chris too often. He was afraid that Chris would find out the truth.

No matter how clever Chris was, she couldn't guess what Herbert thought.

"Won't you invite me in for a while? Don't drink coffee or something? "

Herbert hesitated before he said, "no..."