[The Twilight Saga·Carlyle] Hidden God

"Annie, I don't want to be in the house, I want to go out and play."

The blue-eyed boy sat up from the bed a little irritably, and beat his quilt until it sounded loud. ——In the past few days, he has planned many escape operations, but whenever he tried to pull out the needle and slip out, the handsome doctor would always suddenly appear in the ward, and the timing was accurate.

So much so that he now began to wonder if Carlisle was a superpower who had a genetic mutation after being bitten by a spider.

If he knew this earlier, he shouldn't have followed Dr. Karen to be a good baby!Be sure to make him look good next time!Get mad at him!throw things!Pounce on him and kill him! ——But whenever he faced Carlisle's pair of eyes as beautiful as the purest honey, and was stared at by them, he would reflexively compromise.Just like a puppy having fun meeting its owner, it is so docile as hell.

“Oh no honey. I don’t think so.” The elderly nurse who held him a while ago stroked his head very lovingly, like a family cat,” Dr. Cullen said You can't get out of bed yet."

Edmund swore the elderly nurse's eyes brightened inexplicably when she said the word "Dr. Cullen."

Well, Dr. Karen has unknowingly harvested the hearts of thousands of women. - Both large and small.

The boy bet that once Dr. Cullen divorced, all the female nurses rushing to pursue him would knock down the threshold of his office.

But that had nothing to do with Edmund.

He just wants to get out and get some air right now.

"Take me out secretly! Just for a while! Dr. Karen just finished his room check, and he won't be back in a short time!" The boy widened his eyes and looked in front of him with an expectant expression. people.

Annie showed a hesitant look.

"Annie." Edmund blinked his beautiful cat eyes, and stretched out his hands to the female nurse.

"Oh... well, Dr. Cullen shouldn't be angry if it's just for a moment. And you're not technically walking, are you?"

"Well, of course!" The boy smiled brightly.

But God is not good. ——Just when his "trick" was about to succeed, the door of the ward opened.Two visitors came in.

Those are two policemen.

"Hello, my dear child." One of the brown-haired male police officers sat in the armchair Carlisle used to sit beside the bed. "I am the sheriff of the town, and my name is John. She is my Assistant, Vera."

"How do you do, sir, well, and miss.—what can you do for me?"

Edmund scratched his hair irritably, reached out and took the sheriff's hand and shook it, then let it go immediately.

"—Cough, I know it's painful for you to recall that incident, but I still hope that you can cooperate with us to catch the murderer earlier."

Edmund raised his eyebrows.

"What do you need?"

"That bastard's looks and some other traits. Well, you know. It's hard to find him in Alaska just because he's 'missing an index finger'. It doesn't have the high-tech equipment here in Washington State, and everyone basically with heavy gloves on.—Can you tell us all you know?"

"My family members are dead?" the boy asked irresponsibly. ——When he said this, his expression was very indifferent.Looks like it's talking about today's weather.

"Oh.—yes. I'm sorry," said Inspector John guiltily. —but Edmund swore he didn't catch enough guilt in the sheriff's words.

There was a sudden silence in the ward.

Edmund turned his head to look out the window, his pair of Aegean blue eyes were as dazzling as beautiful gemstones, and hard.

John and his assistant looked at each other, and just about to speak, they were interrupted by a sudden voice.

"I think you need to notify the treating doctor before visiting the patient."

The boy turned his head abruptly and looked at the handsome surgeon who had just walked into the ward.

[Dr. Cullen looks a little annoyed.Oh, that's not a good sign. 】——Annie thought silently.

Dr. Carlisle Cullen was a very gentle and good-natured man, and he was almost never seen to be angry in the long time he had been working at the hospital.But since Edmund came, he seemed to get angry more often. —Oh, the main reason is that boys don't want to listen.

【Perhaps Edmund is Dr. Cullen's nemesis. 】——Annie accidentally revealed the truth.

"Oh, I'm sorry.—my fault. Forgot that." Naturally John knew who was standing before him. ——Since he entered this hospital, eight out of ten [I don't know why this word is still harmonized] nine out of ten heard the name "Carlisle Karen". "I'm John, John Cleese. Sheriff of the town."

"Carlisle Cullen."

The two reached out and shook hands.

"I'm sorry, Sheriff.—this is not the time for a visit." Carlisle pulled the nearly empty vial from the silver drip rack and replaced it with a new one. "He has just woken up, and needs a series of complicated examinations. Maybe you can wait until he is better. ——As for when you can come back, I think we can go out and talk and make an appointment."

"I don't think it's necessary. He looks fine now," John said.

"I think it's up to me whether he's good or not."

"You have to understand that a murderer is at large..."

"I understand your anxiety, but I'm sorry.—No," said Carlisle openly.

"Just say a few words, don't ask too many questions."

"No," Carlisle said curtly.

"Edmund is still a child." Annie, who was out of the situation, finally understood the seriousness of the matter.She averted her eyes from the "brilliant" Carlisle and said with a frown, "You can't force him to think about that!"

"Still young? Ha!" John stood up a little angrily, "This is no reason! - A murderer is getting away with it! All we can do is to catch him as soon as possible to ensure the safety of the residents! For this reason, the testimony of the parties must be It matters!"

"Sheriff—calm down," said the female assistant on the side.

"This is a hospital, not a police station." Carlisle put his hand on Edmund's shoulder, still refusing to budge. "If you keep shouting like this, I can only ask you out."

"Huh? Huh?" John jumped up as if he had taken dynamite after hearing these words, his pale face flushed red, "Ask me out? You have no right! Dr. Cullen!"

"Watch your wording, Mr. Sheriff. Dr. Cullen certainly has the right to—"

"He's just a little boy doctor! Fuck the rights!"

"Oh!!! John Cleese!!! You're a sheriff!!! How can you talk like that—" Annie said angrily.

"The man had leaden hair and green eyes. He was about your height and build, and looked about forty years old. I cut off his index finger and he ran away.—That's it." By three Edmund, whom the adults ignored for a while, clenched his fists and said expressionlessly.

There was an eerie silence.

Annie grabbed the clothes on her chest and gasped for breath, as if she was very angry at the sheriff.And Carlisle—not paying attention to what he said just now—he lowered his head slightly worried, observed Edmund's expression, and then showed a thoughtful expression.

"...I'm glad you're finally willing to cooperate with us." John smacked his lips, glared at Carlisle, and then conjured up a black pen and a notebook of the same color out of nowhere, and wrote on it vigorously. I made a few notes. "You see, I'm helping you—revenge. Well, he should have killed for it."

"I don't need his life." The boy snorted disdainfully.It could be seen that he looked down on the police officer's shallow thinking like a small puddle.

"Huh?" John's eyes widened, as if he saw the scene of aliens invading the earth, "No need?!—Are you joking, kid? That scumbag killed your whole family!"

"So what?" Edmund narrowed his eyes.

"So what?!—Did you hear, Vera?—Is this the reaction a normal boy should have? So what? Ha! Tell me the truth, Edmund Pace." John's The expression is like a huge toad [I don't know why this word is still harmonized] toad just swallowed a delicious and juicy fly, "Is that man you hired anonymously to kill your family? Then Pretending to be a victim—”

"Please don't make unfounded guesses, Sheriff." Carlisle looked away from Edmund.A pair of pure golden pupils were staring firmly at the man with a distorted expression.

"Of course I have a basis." John cleared his throat, "According to our investigation, you and your family have not been getting along well... so you planned to kill them, and then get a large amount of property—"

Before John could finish speaking, Edmund jumped up from the bed as if he had been electrocuted.

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