Chapter 2 Primer two

Mrs. Roger was wearing an apron and was still holding a spoon.A smell of food continued to flow out as the door opened.The appearance of the woman in front of him in casual clothes made his eyes shine. "Gift." Doctor Blank handed over the small gift. "It cost you money, obviously I wasted your free time." Mrs. Roger hurriedly took the gift and let the doctor into the room, "Please sit down first, the meal will be ready soon." "I'll go to Little Roger's bedroom first." Blank took off his coat and hung it on the hook, looking at the house.

The house is a bit old, about thirty years old.The layout is warm, and the interior reveals the exquisite life of the hostess. Why it was once is actually very easy to judge.The exquisite furniture looked quite old, and although the floor was tidy, it was obvious that there were traces of hastily cleaned.It seems that it was specially organized because of my arrival. When his eyes touched the walls, he trembled slightly, and saw strange pictures drawn with childish strokes and blood-red crayons all over the wallpaper on the four walls.Blanc took a closer look, but didn't distinguish much.

The painting must have been drawn by Little Roger, it should be some characters, but everyone he drew is terrifying.The two figures painted on the wall to the right were the only ones he could vaguely make out. The two men, a man and a woman, both wore crowns.The man should be a prince. He holds a sword in his hand and holds it high above his head, but his face is hideous, with crooked eyebrows and squinting eyes, giving people a vicious feeling.And the princess next to him, wearing a blood-red dress, with big sharp teeth, looked at the prince ferociously, as if she wanted to eat him into her stomach.

Blank looked at one by one with palpitations. Each crayon drawing had a strange color tone and mentality, which was extremely abnormal. Seeing him staring at the paintings on the wall, Mrs. Roger had a gloomy look on her face, "Every time I change the wallpaper, the next morning, I will find that it is covered with little Roger's paintings again, so I don't bother to change it at all. To be honest , These paintings are horrible, every time I see them, I feel chills all over my body.” Blank asked noncommittally, "Where is little Roger's room?" "Don't be so anxious, eat first and then go to his room."

Madame Roger forced a smile. "also." Blank nodded, he did feel a little hungry. The dishes on the dinner table are very rich, and the table is full, and Mrs. Roger's craftsmanship is also quite good.Blank sat at the dining table and looked around. He was the only one on the table. Mrs. Roger was diligently adding food to his plate. He couldn't help asking strangely: "Where is little Roger?" "The child has been reluctant to leave the room since two weeks ago. Every time I take him to the hospital for examination, it will take a lot of effort." Mrs. Roger sighed.

The dinner ended in a hasty chat without a word. Mrs. Roger took Blank up to the second floor, and came to the innermost room and said softly: "This is Little Roger's room, I hope you don't want to Be scared." As he spoke, he took a few steps back in fear. Seeing Mrs. Roger's strange behavior, Blanc scratched the back of his head.He stretched out his hand to hold the cold handle, unscrewed the door and pushed hard, and suddenly, a strange stench came out. He was not unfamiliar with that stench, which was found in the homes of some patients with severe fetishes—it was the smell of rotting animal corpses.Blank frowned. It seemed that Little Roger's problem did have psychological factors.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the corridor lights shone in, forming a strange light curtain projected on the floor.Little Roger squatted in the darkness beside the bed, holding something in his hands, and remained motionless. Blank fumbled to turn on the light, and the light immediately flooded the entire room.After his eyes adjusted, the scene that came into his eyes made the doctor with decades of experience in psychotherapy shudder. I saw dead birds and frogs everywhere in the room.He glanced at the little bird under his feet. The bird's beak was wide open, its stomach was ripped open, and all its intestines were pulled out.

This is obviously because someone used a knife to cut open the bird's belly alive before it died, and let this poor little animal suffer so much that it died. It was really cruel!Was it really all Little Roger's doing?What happened to him, and why did his heart become so dark? He had treated many fetishes and necrophiles, but none quite like little Roger.His symptoms include obvious fetishism, necrophilia, and sadistic tendencies.It's hard to imagine, what exactly has to be encountered to make such a big change in a child with a sunny personality within two months? Little Roger was curled up by the desk, a black book clutched tightly in his arms.His eyes were still dull and without any expression, and he didn't respond even when someone approached.

"Little Roger, I'm Doctor Blank. It's the one everyone knows..." Blank originally wanted to be humorous, but when he touched his eyes, his heart suddenly turned cold, and he couldn't continue to be humorous. Little Roger seemed unable to hear his own voice, he had already blocked his hearing, perhaps even his vision was also blocked.This kind of situation usually happens in families with serious domestic violence, but how could such a gentle person like Mrs. Roger have domestic violence? Perhaps, we should start from other aspects. Little Roger's room is more than four square meters, and the walls are covered with sky blue wallpaper, which looks very comfortable.He walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked out.It was dark outside, but if you think about it from the road, even if you can see the outside world, what you see is the trees and lawn on the first floor.

Generally speaking, this is a very ordinary house, which can be found everywhere in Germany, and there is nothing unusual about it.If the environment affected little Roger, it shouldn't be the environment around the house. Could it be that the impedimental change of his character came out in school?Well, I will go to his school to investigate again when I have time. Dr. Blank closed the curtains, turned around and looked at the room again.Suddenly, he felt that something was not quite right.There seems to be something missing in this room! What's missing?What is missing?Why do you feel a little surprised?

He observed the room over and over again, and finally found the answer, which was a crayon drawing.Little Roger used red crayons to paint almost all the walls on the first and second floors with extremely weird and terrifying crayon drawings, but the walls of his own room were clean and free of anything. Blank scratched his head. He has practiced medicine for so many years, and everything he saw tonight almost overturned his knowledge system.It is said that rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests. Could it be that little Roger subconsciously avoids his own small space because of his mental problems?This is too nonsense, people with mental problems usually start from the place they are most familiar with or the scourge of human pollution. This is so strange! He walked to Little Roger and asked softly, "Roger, do you like reading?" His eyes glanced at the black book tightly held in the child's arms.That book seemed a little old, and just making eye contact felt palpitating. As expected, Little Roger didn't respond. "I like reading too. Can you show me that book in your arms?" Doctor Blank tentatively said without hope. This time little Roger actually heard his words, he slowly raised his head, and glanced at him with gray eyes.Then he gently handed over the book in his arms. Dr. Blank was very excited, and Little Roger actually responded.Could this book be somehow related to him?The patient who has closed his heart because of psychological problems can only talk to him through the only window he has opened to the outside world.That window could be someone, or it could be something. And Little Roger's window turned out to be this black book.This book is very important to him?No, if it's really important, people with mental illness should guard it tightly and never let others touch it.Why did he hand the book to himself without hesitation? Blank was puzzled, finally shook his head, and took the book. The cover of the book is wrapped in brown paper, which is indeed very old.The black cover has no decoration, only the words "Grimm's Fairy Tales" are written on it.There is nothing surprising about the rest. Dr. Blank scratched his head as he was about to hand the book back.Suddenly, an elongated shadow appeared behind him.The shadow still held a sharp knife in its hand. He was startled, and rolled around on the ground forcefully, distanced himself from the shadow before turning around. Mrs. Roger looked at him with surprised eyes. She looked at him, then at the sharp knife in her hand, and said with a gentle "giggle" smile: "I just want to ask you what you want for supper. Doctor Don't you think I want to kill you?" Dr. Blank also smiled awkwardly, "How is that possible, haha. It's getting late, and I should go back." "Let's go back after eating supper, this house has not been patronized by men for a long time." Mrs. Roger blushed, "Maybe you can stay here tonight. You know, there are mountain roads ahead, and it's too dangerous to drive late at night." Blank felt a little joy in his heart, and said as calmly as possible: "What are you afraid of on this mountain road? When I was young, I was a racer." "Wow, I didn't expect serious psychiatrists to have such a wild side." Madame Roger exclaimed. "Who doesn't have another side?" Blank shrugged and followed her to the living room on the first floor. Mrs. Roger was preparing supper in the open kitchen. Although Blank felt that it was too early for supper, after all, he had dinner more than an hour ago, it was hard to refuse the host's invitation.What's more, in the long night, maybe something exciting will happen. "I'm going to the bathroom." Blank stood up. "Well, there's a bathroom just ahead past the master bedroom." Mrs. Roger responded while chopping vegetables. He nodded and headed towards the bathroom, stopping involuntarily as he passed the master bedroom.The door of the bedroom was open, although it was quite dark inside, but the corridor lights still slipped in and illuminated a large part of it.Black lace underwear was thrown everywhere on the ground, and there was a unique fragrance of Mrs. Roger. What a fascinating place.Unexpectedly, such a gentle lady would have the habit of throwing clothes around.He sucked his nose hard, and suddenly felt something was wrong.The fragrance in the room is indeed very fragrant, but there is a certain smell hidden in it. Some kind of strange smell. It's the smell of corpses.The smell of dead bodies is different from Little Roger's room. He hastily turned on the light in the master bedroom.The light immediately illuminated everything in the room, and the four walls of the master bedroom were painted with horrible red crayon drawings layer by layer, many times denser than the rest of the place. Someone seemed to be lying on the bed in the bedroom. He suppressed his sense of fear, walked to the bed step by step, and lifted the sheets vigorously.A naked mummy was immediately revealed.It was the corpse of a man, the skin and flesh on the corpse had been air-dried, and it must have been several years since he died.Looking at the facial expression of the mummy, it seemed that he was in extreme pain before death. The face of the mummy can still be vaguely recognized, and it seems quite familiar. It's Mr. Roger, the man of the house!Blank had seen the wedding photos hanging on the photo wall more than once in the living room just now, and the groom in the photo was obviously this mummy. Didn't he die from falling off a cliff two years ago?How did his dead body appear on Mrs. Roger's bed.Could it be that his death was not accidental, but murder? Corresponding to the crazy number of crayon drawings on the wall of the master bedroom, Blank's brain described the whole story bit by bit. It's probably not Little Roger who is dying of illness, but Mrs. Roger. That's why Little Roger's room is clean, without any crayon drawings.Because all the crayon drawings in the whole house were drawn by Mrs. Roger! She was the one who was sick, and she most likely killed her husband, made the corpse into incorruptible bacon, and hugged the mummy to sleep every night. Little Roger didn't know all this, until two months ago, he discovered it by accident, and that's why little Roger's personality changed so much, and he closed all his senses. Blank shuddered. At this moment, he wanted to open the window and escape, and fled back to Amber Town to call the police.The gorgeous fantasy when I came here is now nothing but disgusting. At this moment, a pleasant voice suddenly came from behind: "Did you see everything?" It was Mrs. Roger, holding a sharp knife in her hand, looking at herself with a smile. Blank trembled all over, turned around with a smile on his face, his eyes fixed on the kitchen knife in her hand, "Go and surrender, I can prove that you have mental problems, you will not be sentenced. Madam, if you treat your illness early, you will have a great chance of recovery." A weak woman, even with a sharp knife, shouldn't pose a threat to herself.Fighting to get a knife, rushed to subdue her.Blank pondered. "I'm not sick." Mrs. Roger's facial expression suddenly became ferocious, she looked at him without blinking, her face twisted, and she roared heart-piercingly.A few seconds later, the angry expression suddenly disappeared, and Mimi's gentle smile appeared again, "Are you thinking that I, a widow, must not be able to beat a strong man?" How does she know what I think?Blank was taken aback. Mrs. Roger looked at the watch on her wrist slowly, "It's about time." "It's time? What's time?" Braque had a bad premonition, and suddenly, his feet became unsteady in embarrassment.He felt dizzy, and his whole body began to go numb. Oops, there are tranquilizers in dinner.How did this woman get the dose of the sedative down to an hour before she had a seizure? His whole body fell down, only his eyes were still wide open. He saw Little Roger walk in and handed the black-covered "Grimm's Fairy Tales" to his mother.Mrs. Roger smiled and cut open the aorta of his neck with a sharp knife in her hand, and his blood spurted out. Mrs. Roger put the book on the blood, and a strange scene happened-the book was not stained red by blood, nor wet.It seemed to be sucking his blood. At the end of Blank's consciousness, he just felt that this world is too crazy...