Malcolm took a careful step. Anna behind her wanted to follow, but stepped on the glass fragments by the window, making Malcolm notice something was wrong. He quickly raised his left hand, stopped Anna from approaching, and took the adventure work on himself.

A subtle sound came from the bathroom, and the sound of teeth colliding could be vaguely heard, as if the cold air in the air began to tremble. This made Malcolm's steps become more cautious.

The goose yellow light in the bathroom scattered, dispersing 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 made Malcolm completely stunned.

He looked like a young man in his twenties, with golden hair hanging down on his head like aquatic plants, his pale face was almost transparent, and even thin blood vessels could be seen, as if he had just returned from hell. He was wearing only a pair of underwear, with T-shirts, sweaters, pants, coats and socks scattered on the ground, and stood barefoot on the cold tiles in the bathroom, with his lips frozen to purple. What's worse is that there was a long wound on his thigh, which should have been cut when he crawled into the room just now. The frozen black blood slowly slid down his thighs, and there was a pool of thick blood on the ground.

It seemed as if he could notice Malcolm's eyes. The young man secretly glanced at Malcolm and his face seemed to be wandering. His panic-like gaze was shaking rapidly. His gently undulating chest moved every muscle in his body trembling. Even though he kept rubbing his right arm with his left hand, trying to keep warm, he still couldn't control the invasion of the cold. His whole person was like a wisp of smoke, which seemed to dissipate at any time in the breeze.

Malcolm could not tell whether the person in front of him was a human or a ghost. His amber eyes touched the other party, 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 and tried his best to keep his voice gentle, "This is 47 Rocks Street, you broke into a private residence..."

The young man was stimulated by Malcolm's words. He stared at Malcolm with resentment, "You know nothing." His helpless eyes were already filled with crystal tears.

But Malcolm did not see the grievances in the young man's eyes, but just carefully speculated, "There are no poisons or drugs here." Because he did not know the person in front of him, he could only be as cautious as possible and not anger the other party. If the young man is really a drug addict, then he would fall into a crazy drug addiction. The patient might do any crazy behavior, such as wearing only a pair of underwear in front of him, standing in the bathroom trembling.

This sentence once again angered the young man. He suddenly walked towards the bathroom door. The sudden impulse of exerting force made Malcolm take a step back, but he didn't expect that there was a bed behind him and fell directly on the bed. This made him look very embarrassed. Anna was also frightened by this accident, and couldn't help but hold on to the window frame next to her, and her breathing paused for a moment.

The young man saw Malcolm's panicked expression, but did not move forward further, but stood at the door of the bathroom, as if he was hurt by Malcolm's attitude. He leaned weakly against the door. The tears in his eyes could no longer bear the weight and shone faintly in the corners 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 the disintegrating soul made Malcolm stunned. The young man's chest was gently undulating, looking at Malcolm earnestly, almost gritting his teeth and saying, "I know...I know!"

Anna was frightened by Malcolm's eyes 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 and his life was hanging on the edge of a cliff. Although his emotions had reached the extreme, he still grabbed the door frame tightly. Even if he was angry, he did not dare to relax at all. His trembling thin shoulders were almost crushed by despair. The fragile soul and the angry emotions formed a strong contrast!

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

After the young man roared, he opened his eyes again and looked at Malcolm with resentment and despair. The oppressive eyes made the familiarity come to his face. Malcolm looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief, "God, do I know you?"

"Don't you recognize me anymore? Hero?" The young man stared at Malcolm motionlessly, unwilling to look away, but the tears in his eyes could no longer be suppressed and slowly slid down. The madness in the blue pupils swept over 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. Just a gentleman, then the young man must have something to ask for and just give him something, it has nothing to do with him. But now the other party is his own patient, so this means that this is not an accident, he is the other party’s goal, and then things are extremely difficult.

Malcolm's face became stiff and he tried to find out the information of the other party from the thousands of patients in his ten-year career. However, the number of patients was too large. This was a difficult task. Malcolm was nervous and got nothing.

"Downtown clinics, single-parent families may suffer from emotional disorders..." The young man's trembling voice said one keyword after another, gradually awakening Malcolm's memory. Similar cases, similar backgrounds, and blurred impressions, fragmented images began to appear in Malcolm's mind. Because the young man was too scared or too cold, he actually started to burp slightly, and even his breathing became a little unsmooth, but he still squeezed out all the air in his lungs and roared with all his strength, "I was very scared at the time!"

"You said I couldn't face my parents' divorce. You were wrong... you were wrong..." The young man's face was covered with tears, and his voice began to become hoarse, as if he would be out of breath in the next second, but he still kept talking persistently, with a hint of helplessness and fragility in his crazy eyes.

At this moment, Malcolm noticed that he wanted to help the young man. He knew that he had to help the young man, but he could not immediately wake up the relevant files of the young man, which made him unable to get started. Because Malcolm knew that if he wanted to establish a connection 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 more time. His brows couldn't help but move closer to the middle. His rapid breath was completely held, and his eyes were staring at the young man, trying to find more memories, but the madness and helplessness in the young man's blue eyes forced Malcolm to be in chaos. He gritted his teeth tightly and tried to calm himself down, but the young man pressed step by step.

"Look at me now!" the young man shouted in despair, blue veins burst out of his entire neck, and his eyes turned red, "I don't want to feel scared anymore!"

Malcolm's lips began to tremble gently, clearly showing his panic and confusion. He needed time, and a little more time, so that he couldn't help but plead directly, "Let me think about it again!" The gentle tone did not dare to exert any force, for fear that his rash actions would break the current balance and let the young man rush out of the bathroom.

But even so, Malcolm's carefulness still broke the balance. The young man clenched his left fist hard and kept pounding the bathroom door panel, "I have been waiting for you for ten years!" Every word hit the door, as if the whole house was vibrating, making people clearly feel every trace of the youth's anger. The young man had completely lost control, and his saliva flowed down. The embarrassed expression was filled with despair, and then the voice suddenly lowered, as if he was talking to himself, as if he was warning Malcolm, "I won't wait for you anymore!" But after saying that, he suddenly looked at Malcolm and beat the wooden door of the bathroom again, "I won't give you anything!"

Malcolm's breathing was almost gone. He knew what the emotions in the youth's sight meant. He knew better than anyone else, so he needed his brain to become clearer. There was fear between his eyebrows, but his eyes kept forcing himself to calm down, "Ben Feiken? Ryan Shamo?"

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

Malcolm suddenly stopped and whispered a name, "Vincent?" The name was like magic, which made the young man's movements pause for a moment. Although he only paused for a moment and then took a breath, he was still caught by Malcolm. He knew that he guessed it right!

"Vincent Grey?"

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

Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief, "Of course I remember you." But before this breath could be at its peak, his eyes were occupied by extreme sorrow, because he truly remembered the young man in front of him, and fear was gradually occupied by worry and care. He was no longer afraid, no longer hesitated, but returned to his position as a psychologist, trying to lend a helping hand to the young man.
Chapter completed!