Do not perceive

chapter 2

    "You're older than me..."

    "But I can't buy wine yet! You selfish bastard!" Sean said, his eyes were a little red, "Do you know how I live these days? Do you know how many times I've been questioned? ? Now they finally let me go. I have to go to a psychiatrist twice a week again. My training was in vain, and I couldn't play in yesterday's game... Only you can prove that I didn't lie, but you actually "..." The two children were chattering non-stop. Levi showed great patience and sat aside with his arms folded, trying to wait for them to finish their argument.

"That's all I can do," Jerry said aggrievedly. "You're the top of the school. Your grades don't matter. You're also the captain of the basketball team. No matter what you say, people will understand you...even if you're wrong. They will also find a way to help you out of the predicament... I am different, if I talk nonsense, what will they think of me? First of all, my parents can't spare me. Maybe they will send me to a mental hospital Like to Laird..."

    Hearing this, Levi finally couldn't help but interject: "Wait, what did you say? Laird was sent to a mental hospital? Didn't you just say he was sent to his grandmother's house? Is it?"

    Jerry slumped his shoulders: "It's a mental hospital...he just broke down, or my dad wouldn't just let him go. He lived there...maybe until he was fifteen? And then He was discharged from the hospital and went to his grandmother's house. Why, is this important?"

    Levi touched his chin and nodded: "It is very important... He has seen that door too, and he also showed great fear, Right? You said just now that he screamed as soon as he saw the door, like he saw something terrifying."

    "Yes. That's what the nanny said."

    Levi looked at the two children: "You've both seen it, too. Strange door, and how did you children do it? Some of you went in directly, and those who didn't go in waited outside until noon the next day... No one thought about it at all. No one was mentally ill when they fled for their lives on the spot. As for the two of you, one was in the mood to contact our program team, and the other took the initiative to return to the scene of the crime and was ready to beat someone... You are both active, healthy, and not broken at all. You and your brother reacted completely different."

Jerry said: "I was actually quite scared, really, just not that much...I think it must be because Laird was so young. I was sixteen and Sean was eighteen. , and the nanny, she was in her 60s, and she wasn't scared to collapse."

    Levi didn't speak, just shook his head.

    Sometimes, the younger the child, the harder it is to detect danger. Laird's reaction to the "door" was extremely violent, and this should not be because of his young age.

    Either he saw something from the "crack in the door" that others couldn't see; or he had seen such a door more than once and already knew its horror.

    The air was silent for a few seconds. Sean couldn't help but ask: "Uh...wait a minute, who is Laird? Who broke down?"

No one answered him for the time being. After a while, Levi said, "I have to see Laird, and the babysitter."

    Jerry asked, "Why? Is it necessary?

    " Yes"

    "But... the crime scene is my house..."

    Jerry's eyes drifted to Levi's hand: the producer assistant picked up the recorder on the table and put it in the pocket of the camera vest He started to look at the backpack...

 Levi felt a reluctant look in his eyes, and he suddenly understood the concerns of this little liar.

    So he sighed and said, "Our show is about digging out every detail and letting them come together into a logically compact and complete thread. We don't like monotonous scenes and overly straightforward cases. Generally speaking, we need a The core clue character that runs through the entire topic selection - this core character is you, Jerry Cates. In addition to you, we also need to contact all kinds of people related to the event, each of them has their own story, but in the end all clues will be Pointing to your house..."

    Jerry immediately jumped up from the sofa: "I see! I understand the pattern! Wait, I'm going to look for my dad's contact book. I don't have Laird's number on my phone. …”

    He walked around the coffee table, for fear of getting too close to Sean, and Sean asked again blankly, "So, who is Laird?"

    Just as Sean finished speaking, the doorbell rang in the room. Once again his question was ignored.

    Jerry just got up, just in time to open the door.

    "You? How could..." After opening the door, he was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Sean and Levi, "Uh, someone you are curious about appeared..."

    "What?" Levi stood up.

    "Don't you want to see Laird," Jerry paused with a complicated expression, "but... you must not be mentally prepared... neither did I..."

    Jerry's attitude was a little strange. It seems that the half-brother he talks about not only had an unfortunate childhood, but also has some unspeakable problems now.

    When Jerry finished speaking, the people outside just put away their umbrellas.

The legendary Laird smiled at his half-brother and stepped in the door humming a song.

    The Cates family is blonde and blue-eyed, as is Laird Cates, whose hair is lighter than Jerry's, giving it a subtle metallic hue even in rainy weather.

    He pulled all his hair back to form an overly docile, overly formal hairstyle, paired with gold-wire glasses with dangling chains and a black lacquer slim-fitting robe, creating a nervous and suspicious aura.

    Yes, he was wearing a black robe...the kind of clothes that priests wear. However, instead of wearing a white collar, he wore a dark gray vintage velvet scarf. A thin chain stretched out from under the scarf. The chain hung down to his waist, with a small white crystal pendulum hanging at the end.

    He held a long-handled umbrella in one hand (the handle was a silver skull) and a medium-sized metal lockbox in the other (the kind used by the bad guys in the movie to put money), humming songs,