San Mateo City, the top of Mount Sakarcin, villa area.
Carl came at the right time.
The butler opened the door with sleepy eyes, and the security guard was listless.
The third villa, at the door of Lu Yisi's room, Wesley, an old warrior who was as strong as a mountain, wore a blanket and pillowed with his thick arms, and slept on the small couch at the door.
Carl's footsteps sounded in the front garden, and Wesley opened his brown-black eyes alertly and kept listening to the footsteps with his ears until Carl came upstairs.
The handsome old man opened the door. Although he was very upset about Carl's visit late at night, he still asked patiently:
"Inspector, is it okay? You said you suddenly want to see Lulu, what happened?"
Looking at Carl's whole body, he was safe and sound.
Just a dazed look, my whole body is indeed a bit bad.
"Sorry...Sir, if you don't see her, it might be a long night..."
Before Quark and San Ge cleaned up the end of the cultural reserve, Carl disappeared directly into the fireball, jumped back with space chalk, and stood at the door of the goddess' villa.
I called the goddess Gui Dad who was on standby for 24 hours before I could enter.
"Well, Lulu is not sleeping yet. She is in the inner room. Tim has something to do at home tomorrow and asks for leave. Not long after he left, Adella's hand was a little inflamed and she was hospitalized these two days."
The handsome old man asked Carl into the outer room and pointed to the door of the inner room and Lu Yisi's dormitory.
The implication is that the goddess finally came home today, and neither light bulb assistant was there.
But the handsome old man is not willing to be late at night, and the stupid girl meets a lover.
But no matter how unwilling he was, he had to respect his baby stupid girl, and she acted in a casual and tolerant manner as if she was "please give her own wishes", lay back on the sofa outside, crawled into the blanket, and said nothing.
Oppression will only lead to stronger resistance.
What is prohibited may be the secret Chen Cang.
The handsome old man tried his best to show his low attitude of respecting Carl's willingness to fall in love with the goddess so that he would not cause disgust of stupid girls and affect the deep love between father and daughter.
I was very kind before I let Carl get out of here after meeting him...
Usually Tim slept on the sofa in the outer room, and Adella had a small couch in the goddess' room.
Wesley guarded at the gate.
Today, the two assistants were not here, so the handsome old man had to squat on the sofa to guard the golden eggs by himself.
Carl knocked in the door and walked in. The goddess was covered in hair, barefoot, and rushed over happily and hung it on Carl.
"Inspector yell..."
The goddess with a large shoulder pendant was like a decades-old lottery player who had won the jackpot. She was so happy that she forgot what her ancestor's surname was, and she was as happy as a 324-month-old child.
"I miss you very much, so I came."
Carl's spiritual world was particularly confused. He hugged the light goddess and returned to the couch.
"Are you bullied?"
No matter how dull the goddess is, she still feels Carl's loss.
"No, I've bullied others."
Carl smiled so sadly.
"Then why are you sad and smiling?" The goddess stretched out her green onion fingers to break the corner of Karl's mouth and broke it up into a festive arc.
"Yes, I obviously killed the bad guy, why are you unhappy?" Carl asked himself.
"Are you injured?"
The goddess exaggeratedly attacked Carl, took off her clothes and pulled her belt.
"Not hurt," Carl grabbed Lu Yisi's restless hand, and was instantly diverted by the goddess Xiaojiujiu. He felt much better and said freely: "It's just... I feel like I'm a very inferior person. In order to avenge and to make the bad guys suffer the same pain, I... tortured him and forced him to face the most painful memories and past experiences. Of course, this is correct. I don't regret it at all. If I start over, I will choose to kill monsters without hesitation..."
"Since you are doing the right thing, why are you still unhappy? I don't want to see you unhappy."
The goddess shook her big and brainless head, smoothing her shiny brown and black hair, like a waterfall, enjoying the silky smoothness.
Carl's throat was tight and his eyes were deep. He stared at the goddess, and forced to look sideways, taking a deep breath...
"I just..." Carl gently wrapped the goddess's jade hand, and said with difficulty:
"I just feel that when I was slaughtering monsters, when I was using the same way to cure others, I became a monster and hated such a terrible and distorted self."
When Carl realized how happy he was when he was tortured and killed Walt, he felt guilty and had no guilt...
He should have a psychiatrist.
There are hundreds of agents in the entire federal bureau of investigations that need to receive psychological treatment every day.
The most common thing is to feel guilty about shooting a criminal suspect due to legitimate and correct job behaviors, and to resist work.
Those who are injured by accident and mistakes during law enforcement will need to be suspended for investigation, which will create a huge psychological shadow and urgently need psychological treatment.
Cocar was not guilty at all, and even refused to kill Waltz without hesitation, and never considered capturing it alive and handing it over to the federal government for handling.
Of course, the right solution is to kill a cunning and ruthless criminal like Waltz.
Carl tasted the sweetness and satisfaction from the process of killing the water god...
This is his desire to fight desperately.
He is fighting against his dark side.
Once self-doubt occurs, people will become pessimistic and fragile.
And Carl doesn't like the state bureau's psychological counseling room.
Compared to psychological treatment, it is more like a high-incidence area.
Similar to the fact that believers and priests express their guilt, the priests will report to the relevant departments.
Strictly speaking, this kind of irregular psychological counseling is all in a formal way.
Carl is unwilling to show his true self.
After all, Carl's distrust of the world and the Federation was cultivated from the process of abandoning himself, relying on himself and self-reliance.
Only in front of this greedy goddess can it be fully displayed.
"Hehe Inspector is not a monster, you are a warrior. I have never seen someone as handsome as you! You must be very handsome when you fight monsters, hehe."
The goddess once again showed her strength to climb along the pole and hung on Carl.
"I also wrote a song for you~"
The goddess pointed her index fingers to each other and twisted her left and right.
"A song about fighting monsters? New album?" Carl was always distracted by her, which was much more effective than psychological counseling.
"Come on, look, the lyrics are filled out, and it's still being tuned."
The goddess picked up the plywood from the dressing table and handed it to Carl.
At this time, the chaotic Carl glanced at the lyrics. Although he had no intention of appreciating the goddess' masterpiece, he also read the lyrics that the girl loved and admired the handsome man who rode a motorcycle to save her from danger.
"Reality... may not be that beautiful, but this works very well, I'm much better now."
"Hehe, I know, Inspector, you must like this very much."
The goddess leaned closer to Carl's face and gently grabbed the clothes on his chest, saying very seriously and unscrupulously: "Since we are already in a super friendly relationship now, why not... a super friendly event?"
"Puchi..." Carl laughed, and didn't expect Lu Yisi to be so proactive in order to coax him.
"Ahem! Cough..."
On the sofa outside, the goddess Gui Dad, who was erecting his ears and listening to the corner of the wall, made the biggest coughing sound in his life.
The sound insulation of the wall is very good, but these two people are not closed.
His father heard the goddess's heartless words just now.
Chapter completed!