Chapter 812: Targeted by a Demon
A good man did not talk about his past achievements.
As they watched the young policeman leave angrily, they thought that this person would become as insensitive as them sooner or later.
…
No matter what the people outside said, Herbert always believed that the mental patient did not jump into the sea to commit suicide.
His matter was definitely related to Robert.
That guess was confirmed the next night. That night, Robert brought Herbert to the basement again. Herbert saw the missing man. He was pale and looked like he was asleep. He was lying on the bed, very quiet and obedient.
Robert was wearing gloves as he shaved the man’s head with a razor.
Herbert stood aside and listened quietly to Robert.
Robert was like a professor giving a lecture, explaining to him how to open the patient’s skull to preserve the patient’s nerves in the most intact manner. Herbert listened to him finish his lecture and then listened to him show off his research results…
At that moment, Herbert realized that Robert had done these heartless things to study the human brain. What was different?
Robert said, “Before, there was a question that always puzzled me. Why is it that although we’re both human, some are smarter than others, while others are born stupid?” He wiped the hair off the man’s head with a towel. After doing this, he suddenly looked at Herbert.
“The human brain is really magical. I can’t figure it out, and no one can give me the perfect explanation. Then, I have to seek this answer myself.” As he spoke, the paring knife had already cut the man’s scalp. Robert had cut it sideways so that it was easier for Herbert to observe.
Herbert looked calm, like a calm and scary little demon.
But in his heart, Herbert scolded Robert for being crazy. But in order not to be punished by Robert’s abuse, Herbert had to ask him calmly, “Then Daddy, what answer did you get?”
Robert said, “The brain is too magical. I haven’t figured it out yet, but it’s not like I came up empty-handed.” With that, Robert used the electric knife to cut open the man’s subcutaneous tissue. Then Herbert watched him pick up an electric drill.
Herbert clenched his hands behind his back.
He wanted to shout at Robert, shout at him to stop, and call him a beast, but he didn’t dare. Once he did, the person lying on the bed would be him.
Robert wanted to see Herbert’s reaction. He tilted his head and saw Herbert’s small face. It was cold and fearless. Robert clicked his tongue in satisfaction. “You surprise me, Herbert,” he said with feeling. “You’ve grown so fast recently.”
With that, he looked confused and murmured, “I think your brain must be interesting too.”
A cold feeling came from the soles of his feet and quickly spread throughout Herbert’s body.
But his gaze remained calm.
Robert did not see fear in his son’s eyes. He smiled and said, “You’re my pride, child.” He smiled wickedly and said, “But I won’t hurt you. You have to learn my skills well so that you can take over my career in the future.”
Herbert lowered his eyes and looked at the ground. He thought: But your pride doesn’t seem like accepting your mantle. He wants to kill you.
On the third night, with the moon high in the sky, Herbert buried another body deep in the soil. He knelt in front of the grave disguised as a lawn and said softly, “I’m sorry.”
In the distance, on the roof of the villa, a small figure held a pair of binoculars.
Clarice had noticed Herbert from the moment he appeared in the cold valley dragging a bag that was much bigger than him. When she saw the boy burying someone in the soil, she couldn’t help but curse.
“You actually guessed correctly!”
Clarice was looking at Herbert, but she did not notice that there was someone else in Herbert’s house, spying on her in the night.
Robert stood by the window in the attic. He also had a pair of binoculars in his hand. He stared at the delicate little girl in the camera. He didn’t know what the little girl was looking at, but he was extremely interested in her.
Clarice Lawson was the smartest child in the Lawson family’s generation. At a young age, she had helped deal with family matters.
This child’s IQ was the highest Robert had seen so far.
He was deeply interested in this child.
Her brain must be the most interesting brain.
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The next morning, when Clarice appeared in the dining room, she heard Hebe say, “Miss Lawson, someone delivered this to the door of the house.”
“Give it to me.”
Xi Bo handed the basket to Clarice.
Clarice held the basket with her small hands. When she saw what was in the basket, her expression was complicated.
Inside were purple seashells. Every one of them was perfect and beautiful.
The image of the little boy appeared in Clarice’s mind.
He was thin, and he had a pair of cold eyes. The way he knelt in front of the grave to repent…
Ever since she knew how to speak and could receive education, Clarice had been taught never to sympathize with strangers and never to be soft-hearted. But at this moment, Clarice’s heart ached for the boy.
He was so small and kind. Even though he was very introverted and blushed when they held hands, he was so cute that he would not be a murderer. Clarice firmly believed that the real demon was the person behind Herbert. She had to save him and bring him out of his misery.
After breakfast, Clarice returned 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 on a chair in front of his house, as if he was sunbathing.
Clarice walked over, her small body blocking the morning sun.
Herbert had to open his eyes. He met Clarice’s gaze and frowned. “What are you doing?” he asked coldly.
“I came to play with you.” Clarice sat down on the grass beside him and asked him, “Aren’t you going to school today?”
Herbert said, “It’s the holidays.”
“Oh, then we can play.”
Herbert did not reply.
He did not want to play with Clarice…
Not really. He actually wanted to play with Clarice. She was a rich girl from a big city. She was beautiful, lively, cheerful, and had a good personality. It was especially interesting to play with her. However, Herbert did not dare to interact with Clarice too often. He was afraid that Clarice would discover the truth.
No matter how smart Clarice was, she could not guess what Herbert was thinking.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in to sit for a while? Are you going to drink coffee or something?”
Herbert hesitated before saying, “No…”