2031 Chapter 2031

Malcolm stepped forward cautiously, and Anna behind him wanted to follow, but stepped on a shard of glass by the window, which made Malcolm aware that something was wrong. He quickly raised his left hand to stop Anna from approaching, and put the The work of exploration was taken on by myself.

There were subtle sounds from the bathroom, and the faint sound of teeth colliding could be heard, as if the cold air in the air was beginning to tremble. This made Malcolm's steps more cautious.

The goose-yellow light from the bathroom fell down, dispelling the cold moonlight in the room, as if it was the only light in the whole world. But when Malcolm walked over, he only saw a thin and slender figure trembling in the faint light, which completely stunned Malcolm.

It was a young man in his twenties, with golden hair drooping on his head like a weed, his pale face was almost transparent, and thin blood vessels could even be seen, as if he had just returned from hell . He was only wearing a pair of underpants, and there were T-shirts, sweaters, trousers, coats and socks scattered on the ground. He stood barefoot on the cold tiles in the bathroom, his lips were frozen blue. To make matters worse, there was a long wound on his thigh, which should have been cut when he smashed the glass and climbed into the room just now. The blood that had been frozen black slowly slid down his thigh, onto the ground. It was a pool of thick blood.

As if aware of Malcolm's eyes, the young man secretly glanced at Malcolm, his whole face seemed to be vacillating, his anxious eyes were shaking sharply, and his gently undulating chest touched every part of his body. A muscle trembled. Even though he kept rubbing his right arm with his left hand, trying to keep warm, he still couldn't control the invasion of cold. His whole body was like a wisp of smoke, which seemed to dissipate in the breeze at any time.

Malcolm couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was a human or a ghost. The amber eyes touched the other person, which made him hold his breath, and said softly but firmly, "Anna, don't move!" , don't make a sound!" Then he locked his eyes on the young man, trying to keep his voice gentle, "This is No. 47 Rocks Street, you broke into a private house..."

However, the young man was stimulated by Malcolm's words, and he squinted at Malcolm full of resentment, "You don't know anything." Those helpless eye sockets were faintly filled with crystal tears.

But Malcolm didn't see the grievance in the young man's eyes, he just speculated carefully, "There are no drugs or drugs here." Because he didn't know the person in front of him, he could only be as cautious as possible not to provoke him. If this youth really sucks. Poisoners, then fall into crazy poison. addiction. Patients can do anything crazy—such as wearing a pair of underwear in front of them. pants, standing in the bathroom shivering.

These words angered the young man again, and he walked towards the door of the bathroom suddenly. The sudden impulse made Malcolm take half a step back, but he didn't expect that there was a bed behind him, so he went straight Slumped on the bed. It made him look very embarrassed. Anna was also frightened by such an accident, so she couldn't help holding onto the window lattice next to her, her breathing stopped for an instant.

The young man saw Malcolm's panicked expression, but he didn't go any further. Instead, he stood at the door of the bathroom, as if he was hurt by Malcolm's attitude. The tears could no longer bear the weight, and the corners of his eyes glowed faintly. He bit his lips tightly and stared at Malcolm with accusing eyes, "Do you know why people are afraid when they are alone?"

Malcolm noticed the familiar look in those eyes, and the disintegrating soul made Malcolm stunned. The young man's chest was heaving slightly, he looked at Malcolm earnestly, almost gritted his teeth and said to himself, "I know...I know!"

Anna was frightened by the resentment in Malcolm's eyes, and asked in a trembling voice, "What do you want?"

"He promised me!" The young man shouted angrily, like a person standing on the edge of a cliff, his emotions had reached the extreme, but he still clung to the door frame tightly. Not daring to relax at all, the shivering thin shoulders were almost crushed by despair. The fragile soul is in sharp contrast to the angry mood!

"I want him to do what he promised me!"

After the young man yelled, he opened his eyes again, and looked at Malcolm full of resentment and despair. The oppressive eyes made the familiar feeling come over him, and Malcolm looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief. , "God, do I know you?"

"You don't recognize me? Hero?" The young man stared at Malcolm motionlessly, unwilling to look away at all, but the tears in his eyes could no longer be restrained and slowly fell down. The madness in those blue pupils swept over like a tornado. "You don't remember your patient?"

At this time, Malcolm really felt the fear in his heart. He originally thought that the other party was just an addiction. A gentleman is nothing more than a gentleman, so the young man must have something to ask for, and all he needs to do is give him something, and it has nothing to do with himself. But now that the other party is his patient, then this means that this is not an accident, and he is the target of the other party, so things are extremely difficult.

Malcolm's face became stiff, and he tried hard to find the other party's information from the tens of thousands of patients in his ten years of medical practice, but the number of patients was too many, and this was too difficult. The task, Malcolm in the tension, got nothing.

"City clinics, single-parent families, may suffer from emotional disorders..." The trembling voice of the young man uttered key words, gradually awakening Malcolm's memory, similar cases, similar backgrounds, vague impressions, Fragmentary images began to emerge in Malcolm's mind. Because the young man was too scared or too cold, he actually began to hiccup slightly, and even his breathing became a little difficult, but he still held his lungs. All the air was squeezed out, and he screamed with all his might, "I was scared!"

"You said that I can't face my parents' divorce. You are wrong...you are wrong..." The young man's face was covered with tears, and his voice began to become hoarse, as if he would die in the next second, but he He was still persistently rambling on, but there was a trace of helplessness and fragility in those crazy eyes.

At this moment, Malcolm noticed that he wanted to help this young man, and he knew that he had to help this young man, but there was no way to immediately wake up the relevant files of the young man in his mind, which made him unable to start. Because Malcolm knows that if he wants to establish a connection with the other party, he must remember the other party's name, otherwise trust will not be established.

Malcolm held his breath, he needed time, he needed a little more time, his brows could not help but move closer to the middle, his rapid breathing was completely held, his eyes were fixed on the young man, trying to find out More memories, but the madness and helplessness in the blue eyes of the young man forced Malcolm into chaos. He gritted his teeth tightly, trying to calm himself down, but the young man kept pressing on.

"Look at me now!" The young man yelled in despair, with veins popping out of his neck and his eyes turning red, "I don't want to be afraid anymore!"

Malcolm's lips began to tremble slightly, clearly showing the panic and confusion in his heart, he needed time, a little more time, so much so that he couldn't help pleading directly, "Let me think again! "The soft tone did not dare to exert any force, lest one of his rash actions would break the current balance and make the young man rush out of the bathroom.

But even so, Malcolm's cautiousness still broke the balance. The young man clenched his left fist fiercely and kept beating on the bathroom door, "I've been waiting for you for ten years!" The whole house was vibrating, and every trace of the youth's anger could be clearly felt. The young man had completely lost control, his mouth was full of saliva, and there was hopeless madness in his embarrassing expression, and then his voice suddenly dropped, as if he was talking to himself, or warning Marko Tom, "I won't wait for you anymore!" But after he finished speaking, he suddenly looked at Malcolm, and beat on the wooden door of the bathroom again, "I won't give you anything!"

Malcolm's breathing was almost gone. He knew what the emotion in the young man's sight represented, and he knew it better than anyone else, so he needed his brain to clear up. There was fear between his brows, but his eyes kept forcing himself to calm down, "Ben Ficken? Ryan Summer?"

But the young man still didn't stop, as if he didn't hear Malcolm's speculation, he muttered to himself, "Some people call me a freak... I'm a freak, look at me..."

Malcolm stopped suddenly, and whispered a name, "Vincent?" The name was like magic, which made the young man pause for a moment, although it was only for a moment, and then fell down. He took a breath, but was still caught by Malcolm, he knew, he guessed right!

"Vincent Gray?"

Vincent's emotions fell into another extreme, his shoulders drooped completely, he covered his cheeks fragilely, and kept shaking his head, "No, you didn't."

Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief, "Of course I remember you." But before this breath could be fully relieved, his eyes were filled with extreme sadness, because he really remembered the young man in front of him, and his fear gradually Occupied by worry and concern, he was no longer afraid or hesitant, but returned to his position as a psychiatrist, trying to lend a helping hand to the youth.