Superstar

Malcolm stepped away cautiously. Anna behind him wanted to follow, but stepped on the glass shards by the window. Malcolm noticed something was wrong. He quickly raised his left hand to prevent Anna from approaching. The work of expedition is on my own body.

There was a faint sound from the bathroom, and the sound of teeth colliding with each other could be faintly heard. It seemed that the cold air in the air was beginning to tremble. This made Malcolm's footsteps more cautious.

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

It was a young man who seemed to be about twenty years old, with blond hair drooping on his head like a waterweed, and that pale face was almost transparent, and thin blood vessels could even be seen, as if he had just returned from hell. . He was wearing only a pair of underpants, t-shirts, sweaters, pants, jackets and socks were scattered on the ground. He was standing barefoot on the cold tiles in the bathroom, and his lips had been frozen into blue-purple. To make matters worse, there is a long wound on his thigh. It should have been cut when he broke the glass and climbed into the room. The blood that has been frozen to black slowly slides down the thigh onto the ground. It was a thick pool of blood.

He seemed to have noticed Malcolm’s eyes. The young man glanced up secretly and glanced at Malcolm. His entire complexion appeared to be erratic, his panic and his gaze was shaking sharply, and his gently undulating chest moved his whole body. A muscle was trembling. Even if he kept rubbing his right arm with his left hand, trying to keep warm, he still couldn't control the cold invasion. The whole person 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 opponent, which made him hold his breath and said softly but firmly, "Anna, don't move. , Don't make any noise!" Then he locked his gaze on the young man, trying to keep his voice as gentle as possible, "This is 47 Locks Street, you broke into a private house..."

The young man was stimulated by Malcolm's words. He stared at Malcolm with squinting resentment, "You don't know anything." The helpless eyes were already filled with crystal tears.

But Malcolm didn't see the grievance in the young man's eyes, he just speculated carefully, "There is no poison, substance or medicine." Because he didn't know the person in front of him, he could only be as cautious as possible and not irritate him. If this young man really sucks. Poisoner, then fall into crazy poison. addiction. It is possible for the patient to make any crazy moves—for example, just wearing a strip in front of the eyes. Trousers, standing in the bathroom shivering.

This sentence angered the young man again. He suddenly walked towards the bathroom door. The sudden urge to exert force made Malcolm back half a step, but he did not expect that there was a bed behind him. Sit down on the bed. Up, it makes him look very embarrassed. Anna was also frightened by the accident, she couldn't help holding the window lattice beside her, and her breathing stopped in an instant.

The young man saw Malcolm’s panicked expression, but did not go any further. Instead, he stood at the door of the bathroom. It seemed that he was hurt by Malcolm’s attitude. He was weakly leaning against the door with his eyes. His tears could no longer bear the weight, and faintly glowed in the corner of his eyes. 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 a familiar look in those eyes, and Malcolm was stunned by the torn apart soul. The young man's chest heaved slightly, looking at Malcolm earnestly, almost gritted his teeth and said to himself, "I know... I know!"

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

"He promised me!" the young man shouted angrily, as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff with life hanging by a thread. Obviously his emotions had reached the extreme, but he still clung to the door frame tightly. Not daring to relax at all, the trembling thin shoulders were almost crushed by despair. The fragile soul and angry emotions formed a strong contrast!

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

After the young man screamed, he opened his eyes again and looked at Malcolm full of resentment and despair. The oppressive eyes made a sense of familiarity blow over his face. Malcolm looked at the young man in disbelief. , "God, do I know you?"

"You don't recognize me? Hero?" The young man stared at Malcolm motionlessly, unwilling to look away, but the tears in his eyes could no longer be restrained, and slowly fell. The madness in those azure blue pupils swept like a tornado. "Don't you 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. It's just a gentleman, so the young man must have something to ask for, and he only needs to give him things, and it has nothing to do with him. But now that the other party is his own patient, then this means that this is not an accident, and that he is the other party's target, so things are extremely tricky.

Malcolm's face became stiff, trying hard to find information about each other from the thousands of patients in his ten-year medical career, but the number of patients was too much, it was too difficult. Malcolm was tense and found nothing.

"Urban clinics, single-parent families, may suffer from mood disorders..." The young trembling voice uttered keywords, gradually awakening Malcolm's memory, similar cases, similar backgrounds, and fuzzy impressions. Fragmented images began to emerge in Malcolm's mind. The young man started to hiccup slightly because he was too scared or too cold, and even his breathing became a little uncomfortable, but he still lifted his lungs. All the air was squeezed out, and I screamed with all my strength, "I was scared at the time!"

"You said I can't face my parents' divorce. You are wrong... You are wrong..." The youth's face was covered with tears, and his voice began to become hoarse, as if he would be very angry in the next second. Still persistently babbling, there was a trace of helplessness and fragility in his crazy eyes.

At this moment, Malcolm noticed that he wanted to help this young man. He knew that he had to help this young man, but there was no way in his mind to immediately wake up the young man's related files, which made him unable to start. Because Malcolm knew that in order to establish contact with the other party, he had to remember the other party's name, otherwise there would be no way to establish trust.

Malcolm held his breath, he needed time, he needed a little more time, his brows could not help but moved closer to the middle, his rapid breathing was completely held, his eyes fixed on the young man, he wanted to find out More memory, but the madness and helplessness in the youth's blue eyes forced Malcolm into chaos. He gritted his teeth and tried to calm himself down, but the youth pressed on.

"Look at me now!" the young man shouted desperately, his neck bursting with blue veins, his eyes turned red, "I don't want to be scared anymore!"

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

But even so, Malcolm's cautiousness broke the balance. The young man clenched his left fist fiercely, and kept beating the door of the bathroom, "I've been waiting for you for ten years!" Every word beats the door once, as if The whole house is vibrating, making people clearly feel every emotion in the youth's anger. The young man had completely lost control, his mouthful of saliva flowed down, his embarrassed expression was filled with desperate madness, and then his voice suddenly lowered, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was warning Marco "I won't wait for you anymore!" But after speaking, he suddenly looked at Malcolm and beat the wooden door of the bathroom again, "I won't give you anything!"

Malcolm's breathing is almost gone. He knows what the emotions in the eyes of the youth represent. He knows better than anyone ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ So, he needs his brain to be clear. There was fear between his brows, but his eyes kept forcing himself to calm down, "Ben Fecken? Ryan Summer?"

But the young man still didn't stop, as if he hadn't heard Malcolm's guess, muttering self-blamingly, "Some people call me a freak... I'm a freak, look at me..."

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

"Vincent Grey?"

Vincent's emotions fell to another extreme. His shoulders drooped completely, and he fragilely covered his cheeks, shaking his head constantly, "No, you don't."

Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief, "Of course I remember you." But this breath had not had time to relax to the extreme, and then his eyes were occupied with extreme sadness, because he truly remembered the youth in front of him, and the fear gradually Occupied by worry and care, he was no longer afraid, no longer hesitating, but returned to his position as a psychiatrist, trying to extend a helping hand to the youth.