Chapter 2471: 2471
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It was a very, very subtle feeling. Cameron only felt that the goose bumps on his back were slowly climbing, as if the cold air was gradually spreading, which made him unable to help but want to oppress and oppress again. Some, just like a game of cat and mouse, are enjoying the good show in front of them.
Eyes flickering from the depths of the drooping eyelids, the corners of the mouth that was gently squeezed unconsciously, the line of the shirt that was gently pulled reveals the tightness of the shoulders, and the seemingly relaxed but stiff right knee... those details, a The place is zoomed in in the sight and in the mind, presenting a whole new world.
A world like a black hole.
Then all Cameron’s attention was drawn to him. He could faintly perceive the gradual push, as if he was approaching Renly step by step, blood and danger signs were surging in his mind, but he They are not afraid at all, but enjoy it.
In a daze, Cameron couldn't tell whether he was Cameron or... Edmund, there was only one thought in his mind at this time:
"bloody."
He longed for blood.
"That report is not..." Horton tried to find an accurate vocabulary to describe his thoughts, but paused, the brain still did not provide enough help, or he could not explain his situation at all, which made He was in trouble.
Later, Horton realized that there was no answer and no explanation. At least, he could not give a reasonable explanation now, and it might be full of loopholes to find excuses forcefully.
Such thoughts made Horton a little frustrated, and the fatigue of nerves seemed to be spreading negative thoughts.
Hold your breath.
Horton made a breath-holding motion to avoid the large motion of deep breathing to cause Edmund's idea, and then directly cut off the negative emotions in his mind, did not let himself continue to sink in the drowning state, and then said, "I... drank some wine at the time."
There was no excuse, but he admitted his mistake frankly. This is the best stop loss method Horton can think of.
Edmund tilted his head slightly and asked enthusiastically, "What is the profile of your bragging behavior?"
"Hmm..." Holden folded his hands, his nerves relaxed a little, so that his speaking rhythm and biting rhythm were slowed down, which allowed him to buy time to sort out his words, "This is a kind of According to the crime scene and personality traits, the method of criminal psychology is determined."
"I really like it." Edmund's voice rose slightly, using a strong emotional expression vocabulary, "Love", and accented it.
Obviously, this is an irony.
But Edmund enjoyed such a moment very much, and there was a slight smile in his voice, "What are my psychological characteristics?"
"I can't tell you." Horton's gaze was finally able to face Edmond, but his thinking space has not been able to return to its original state, he is still in a passive defense state.
Edmund refused to relax, "You can't help it, or are you unwilling?"
"This is an industry term, Ed." Horton couldn't help it.
"My favorite." Edmund pressed on.
Horton leaned back and raised his head, his expression struggling a little, and tried to explain again, "Our research is still at a very early stage..."
"It's not too early." Edmond interrupted Horton's words directly-this is the first time since meeting today, he is pressing harder and harder, "After all, you can brag to the media. ; And you basically admit that I took you down this road. So... I think you owe me an explanation, Horton."
Edmund stared at Horton.
Horton also stared at Edmond, and both sides refused to give up during the confrontation. Edmond's calm gaze made Horton a little flustered.
In the end, Horton’s eyes flickered slightly, announcing that he was defeated, his hands were completely folded, and he could faintly notice that he was exerting force, doing all he could to get himself on a firm footing, "We classify you as organized. The killer." Horton finally opened his mouth and gave the answer.
"Huh huh." Edmond was satisfied, and then his gaze began to look carefully at the ward-the doctors and nurses who were in charge of monitoring outside the ward seemed to be leaving.
"Because you will plan carefully before committing a crime." Holden, facing the surveillance window, didn't notice these movements, and was still focusing on his own analysis. He couldn't take it lightly, because he knew it was on the edge of the cliff. Mad dance, a little carelessness, may happen... To be honest, he doesn't know what will happen, this is the first time he has revealed the results of their analysis in front of a psychoanalyst.
"You practice a few times first, let the girls hitchhike, and then choose your first victim."
Horton's voice finally stabilized, and his words and words finally became clear. Vaguely, he regained the initiative again, as if he was standing in the perspective of God, analyzing all living beings, the feeling of controlling the overall situation. Let Horton's mind become clear again.
Even the voice became stable and powerful.
"You use your own car to kidnap and abandon your body; you follow your case through the media, which proves that you have continued illusions." Horton finished the description and paused, but Edmund is still waiting for more , "Uh-huh" again, signaled Horton to continue to explain.
"Probably that's it." Horton was a little helpless. He thought they had the key to it, but when they really analyzed it, there didn't seem to be much, and Edmond's reaction attitude made him taste frustrated--he He thinks he is a god, but all his knowledge and information comes from Edmond. In other words, he is a student, a researcher, and an explorer, but he is not the **** he thinks. .
"Do you think you can sum up me with one adjective?" Edmond said.
"Of course not." Holden eagerly defended, but immediately realized his eagerness, so the pace of discourse slowed down deliberately, "This is just a way to classify features."
The ups and downs of moods are immediately visible as soon as they are rushed and slowed down.
There was a kind of joking in Edmond's steady tone, "Are you an expert now?"
"No." Horton denied immediately.
"It sounds like it is."
"I am not an expert."
"But you want to be an expert, don't you?" With the aggressive back and forth, Edmond raised the end slightly, firmly gaining the upper hand.
That condescending tone hit Horton severely: He fell silent.
It seems that he is thinking, but his brain is blank. Horton is in a dilemma. All the mixed thoughts in his mind begin to dissipate, but he is in a complete blankness, as if... as if all his disguise was completely blank. Being taken apart, Chi Guoguo faced doubts.
In front of Edmund, his embarrassment and helplessness exposed his vulnerability.
"Yes." Horton said, in a nearly breath-like way, he seemed to be answering Edmund, and he seemed to be waking himself up, but the completely blank brain didn't work, it just replied like a wandering soul.
Edmund looked at Horton silently. For a long time, for a long time, he could perceive that Horton’s focus and focal length were gradually spreading, immersed in his own thoughts, and that kind of defenseless fragility. It's like the heart that shows up in front of you after opening your chest, puff! Puff! Is beating.
He knew that the opportunity was here.
Edmund turned his head, raised his left hand, and while speaking calmly, he tore the tape on his wound, "The temperature of human blood is very high." This attracted Horton's attention, and he raised his head. Come, and then saw Edmund's movements, his body couldn't help but leaned back.
"On a damp and cold morning, you can see human blood steaming." Edmund seemed to be reading a poem.
"What are you doing? Ed?" Horton smelled an unpleasant strange breath, and seemed to be able to detect the **** breath coming toward him.
Edmond ignored it at all, "Someone left a ballpoint pen on my court papers. I used the metal case of the pen."
Then, the wound was exposed in front of Horton's eyes, and Edmund took the initiative to show Horton his left wrist, as if he was showing his success.
The scar that twists and twists like a centipede, the wound is tender and pink, and the wound line is jet black and deep black, reflecting Edmund’s white skin that has not seen the sun for a long time, forming a strong The visual impact continues to enlarge in the pupils.
Horton held his breath for an instant, tried to look away, but couldn't do it, staring at the wound intently, and then a feeling of nausea rolled in his stomach, as if hundreds of insects were wriggling in the stomach. The feeling of tumbling over the river squeezed him in place.
"Is this what you want to see?" Edmund's tone remained the same, calm.
Only then did Horton react, and was finally able to control his movements again, quickly lowered his gaze, avoiding the picture, and then turned his gaze to look at Edmond again, "Why would I want to see this?" But his sight was lingering. He was still able to capture the wound scene~www.novelhall.com~ which allowed him to hold his breath, and then, the accident further happened:
Edmond uncovered his bedding, sat up straight, and actively placed his left arm under Horton's nose, and said in a low voice, "Look closer."
Horton lowered his eyes, rejecting the picture of the wound, and his muscles tightened. Although the alarm in his heart had been sounded, he could not escape from the wasteland. He tried his best to suppress himself and stay in a sitting position, still staying in place. But the involuntarily tightening fingers couldn't hide his emotions at all, and even his breath was completely held, pretending that he was a wooden person, without feeling at all.
But Edmund still didn't want to let him go.
"Snapped!"
Edmund stood directly on the ground with his bare feet, and the sound of the soles of his feet colliding with the ground exploded like thunder in Horton's ears.
Horton opened his eyes abruptly and tilted his head slightly. The first reaction was to cast his gaze toward the monitoring window, and then he saw that the doctor and nurse seemed to be leaving.
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It was a very, very subtle feeling. Cameron only felt that the goose bumps on his back were slowly climbing, as if the cold air was gradually spreading, which made him unable to help but want to oppress and oppress again. Some, just like a game of cat and mouse, are enjoying the good show in front of them.
Eyes flickering from the depths of the drooping eyelids, the corners of the mouth that was gently squeezed unconsciously, the line of the shirt that was gently pulled reveals the tightness of the shoulders, and the seemingly relaxed but stiff right knee... those details, a The place is zoomed in in the sight and in the mind, presenting a whole new world.
A world like a black hole.
Then all Cameron’s attention was drawn to him. He could faintly perceive the gradual push, as if he was approaching Renly step by step, blood and danger signs were surging in his mind, but he They are not afraid at all, but enjoy it.
In a daze, Cameron couldn't tell whether he was Cameron or... Edmund, there was only one thought in his mind at this time:
"bloody."
He longed for blood.
"That report is not..." Horton tried to find an accurate vocabulary to describe his thoughts, but paused, the brain still did not provide enough help, or he could not explain his situation at all, which made He was in trouble.
Later, Horton realized that there was no answer and no explanation. At least, he could not give a reasonable explanation now, and it might be full of loopholes to find excuses forcefully.
Such thoughts made Horton a little frustrated, and the fatigue of nerves seemed to be spreading negative thoughts.
Hold your breath.
Horton made a breath-holding motion to avoid the large motion of deep breathing to cause Edmund's idea, and then directly cut off the negative emotions in his mind, did not let himself continue to sink in the drowning state, and then said, "I... drank some wine at the time."
There was no excuse, but he admitted his mistake frankly. This is the best stop loss method Horton can think of.
Edmund tilted his head slightly and asked enthusiastically, "What is the profile of your bragging behavior?"
"Hmm..." Holden folded his hands, his nerves relaxed a little, so that his speaking rhythm and biting rhythm were slowed down, which allowed him to buy time to sort out his words, "This is a kind of According to the crime scene and personality traits, the method of criminal psychology is determined."
"I really like it." Edmund's voice rose slightly, using a strong emotional expression vocabulary, "Love", and accented it.
Obviously, this is an irony.
But Edmund enjoyed such a moment very much, and there was a slight smile in his voice, "What are my psychological characteristics?"
"I can't tell you." Horton's gaze was finally able to face Edmond, but his thinking space has not been able to return to its original state, he is still in a passive defense state.
Edmund refused to relax, "You can't help it, or are you unwilling?"
"This is an industry term, Ed." Horton couldn't help it.
"My favorite." Edmund pressed on.
Horton leaned back and raised his head, his expression struggling a little, and tried to explain again, "Our research is still at a very early stage..."
"It's not too early." Edmond interrupted Horton's words directly-this is the first time since meeting today, he is pressing harder and harder, "After all, you can brag to the media. ; And you basically admit that I took you down this road. So... I think you owe me an explanation, Horton."
Edmund stared at Horton.
Horton also stared at Edmond, and both sides refused to give up during the confrontation. Edmond's calm gaze made Horton a little flustered.
In the end, Horton’s eyes flickered slightly, announcing that he was defeated, his hands were completely folded, and he could faintly notice that he was exerting force, doing all he could to get himself on a firm footing, "We classify you as organized. The killer." Horton finally opened his mouth and gave the answer.
"Huh huh." Edmond was satisfied, and then his gaze began to look carefully at the ward-the doctors and nurses who were in charge of monitoring outside the ward seemed to be leaving.
"Because you will plan carefully before committing a crime." Holden, facing the surveillance window, didn't notice these movements, and was still focusing on his own analysis. He couldn't take it lightly, because he knew it was on the edge of the cliff. Mad dance, a little carelessness, may happen... To be honest, he doesn't know what will happen, this is the first time he has revealed the results of their analysis in front of a psychoanalyst.
"You practice a few times first, let the girls hitchhike, and then choose your first victim."
Horton's voice finally stabilized, and his words and words finally became clear. Vaguely, he regained the initiative again, as if he was standing in the perspective of God, analyzing all living beings, the feeling of controlling the overall situation. Let Horton's mind become clear again.
Even the voice became stable and powerful.
"You use your own car to kidnap and abandon your body; you follow your case through the media, which proves that you have continued illusions." Horton finished the description and paused, but Edmund is still waiting for more , "Uh-huh" again, signaled Horton to continue to explain.
"Probably that's it." Horton was a little helpless. He thought they had the key to it, but when they really analyzed it, there didn't seem to be much, and Edmond's reaction attitude made him taste frustrated--he He thinks he is a god, but all his knowledge and information comes from Edmond. In other words, he is a student, a researcher, and an explorer, but he is not the **** he thinks. .
"Do you think you can sum up me with one adjective?" Edmond said.
"Of course not." Holden eagerly defended, but immediately realized his eagerness, so the pace of discourse slowed down deliberately, "This is just a way to classify features."
The ups and downs of moods are immediately visible as soon as they are rushed and slowed down.
There was a kind of joking in Edmond's steady tone, "Are you an expert now?"
"No." Horton denied immediately.
"It sounds like it is."
"I am not an expert."
"But you want to be an expert, don't you?" With the aggressive back and forth, Edmond raised the end slightly, firmly gaining the upper hand.
That condescending tone hit Horton severely: He fell silent.
It seems that he is thinking, but his brain is blank. Horton is in a dilemma. All the mixed thoughts in his mind begin to dissipate, but he is in a complete blankness, as if... as if all his disguise was completely blank. Being taken apart, Chi Guoguo faced doubts.
In front of Edmund, his embarrassment and helplessness exposed his vulnerability.
"Yes." Horton said, in a nearly breath-like way, he seemed to be answering Edmund, and he seemed to be waking himself up, but the completely blank brain didn't work, it just replied like a wandering soul.
Edmund looked at Horton silently. For a long time, for a long time, he could perceive that Horton’s focus and focal length were gradually spreading, immersed in his own thoughts, and that kind of defenseless fragility. It's like the heart that shows up in front of you after opening your chest, puff! Puff! Is beating.
He knew that the opportunity was here.
Edmund turned his head, raised his left hand, and while speaking calmly, he tore the tape on his wound, "The temperature of human blood is very high." This attracted Horton's attention, and he raised his head. Come, and then saw Edmund's movements, his body couldn't help but leaned back.
"On a damp and cold morning, you can see human blood steaming." Edmund seemed to be reading a poem.
"What are you doing? Ed?" Horton smelled an unpleasant strange breath, and seemed to be able to detect the **** breath coming toward him.
Edmond ignored it at all, "Someone left a ballpoint pen on my court papers. I used the metal case of the pen."
Then, the wound was exposed in front of Horton's eyes, and Edmund took the initiative to show Horton his left wrist, as if he was showing his success.
The scar that twists and twists like a centipede, the wound is tender and pink, and the wound line is jet black and deep black, reflecting Edmund’s white skin that has not seen the sun for a long time, forming a strong The visual impact continues to enlarge in the pupils.
Horton held his breath for an instant, tried to look away, but couldn't do it, staring at the wound intently, and then a feeling of nausea rolled in his stomach, as if hundreds of insects were wriggling in the stomach. The feeling of tumbling over the river squeezed him in place.
"Is this what you want to see?" Edmund's tone remained the same, calm.
Only then did Horton react, and was finally able to control his movements again, quickly lowered his gaze, avoiding the picture, and then turned his gaze to look at Edmond again, "Why would I want to see this?" But his sight was lingering. He was still able to capture the wound scene~www.novelhall.com~ which allowed him to hold his breath, and then, the accident further happened:
Edmond uncovered his bedding, sat up straight, and actively placed his left arm under Horton's nose, and said in a low voice, "Look closer."
Horton lowered his eyes, rejecting the picture of the wound, and his muscles tightened. Although the alarm in his heart had been sounded, he could not escape from the wasteland. He tried his best to suppress himself and stay in a sitting position, still staying in place. But the involuntarily tightening fingers couldn't hide his emotions at all, and even his breath was completely held, pretending that he was a wooden person, without feeling at all.
But Edmund still didn't want to let him go.
"Snapped!"
Edmund stood directly on the ground with his bare feet, and the sound of the soles of his feet colliding with the ground exploded like thunder in Horton's ears.
Horton opened his eyes abruptly and tilted his head slightly. The first reaction was to cast his gaze toward the monitoring window, and then he saw that the doctor and nurse seemed to be leaving.
How to do?
It was a very, very subtle feeling. Cameron only felt that the goose bumps on his back were slowly climbing, as if the cold air was gradually spreading, which made him unable to help but want to oppress and oppress again. Some, just like a game of cat and mouse, are enjoying the good show in front of them.Eyes flickering from the depths of the drooping eyelids, the corners of the mouth that was gently squeezed unconsciously, the line of the shirt that was gently pulled reveals the tightness of the shoulders, and the seemingly relaxed but stiff right knee... those details, a The place is zoomed in in the sight and in the mind, presenting a whole new world.A world like a black hole.Then all Cameron's attention was drawn to him. He could faintly perceive the gradual push, as if he was approaching Renly step by step, blood and danger signs were surging in his mind, but he They are not afraid at all, but enjoy it.In a daze, Cameron couldn't tell whether he was Cameron or... Edmund, there was only one thought in his mind at this time:"bloody."He longed for blood."That report is not..." Horton tried to find an accurate vocabulary to describe his thoughts, but paused, the brain still did not provide enough help, or he could not explain his situation at all, which made He was in trouble.Later, Horton realized that there was no answer and no explanation. At least, he could not give a reasonable explanation now, and it might be full of loopholes to find excuses forcefully.Such thoughts made Horton a little frustrated, and the fatigue of nerves seemed to be spreading negative thoughts.Hold your breath.Horton made a breath-holding motion to avoid the large motion of deep breathing to cause Edmund's idea, and then directly cut off the negative emotions in his mind, did not let himself continue to sink in the drowning state, and then said, "I... drank some wine at the time."There was no excuse, but he admitted his mistake frankly. This is the best stop loss method Horton can think of.Edmund tilted his head slightly and asked enthusiastically, "What is the profile of your bragging behavior?""Hmm..." Holden folded his hands, his nerves relaxed a little, so that his speaking rhythm and biting rhythm were slowed down, which allowed him to buy time to sort out his words, "This is a kind of According to the crime scene and personality traits, the method of criminal psychology is determined.""I really like it." Edmund's voice rose slightly, using a strong emotional expression vocabulary, "Love", and accented it.Obviously, this is an irony.But Edmund enjoyed such a moment very much, and there was a slight smile in his voice, "What are my psychological characteristics?""I can't tell you." Horton's gaze was finally able to face Edmond, but his thinking space has not been able to return to its original state, he is still in a passive defense state.Edmund refused to relax, "You can't help it, or are you unwilling?""This is an industry term, Ed." Horton couldn't help it."My favorite." Edmund pressed on.Horton leaned back and raised his head, his expression struggling a little, and tried to explain again, "Our research is still at a very early stage...""It's not too early." Edmond interrupted Horton's words directly-this is the first time since meeting today, he is pressing harder and harder, "After all, you can brag to the media. ; And you basically admit that I took you down this road. So... I think you owe me an explanation, Horton."Edmund stared at Horton.Horton also stared at Edmond, and both sides refused to give up during the confrontation. Edmond's calm gaze made Horton a little flustered.In the end, Horton's eyes flickered slightly, announcing that he was defeated, his hands were completely folded, and he could faintly notice that he was exerting force, doing all he could to get himself on a firm footing, "We classify you as organized. The killer." Horton finally opened his mouth and gave the answer."Huh huh." Edmond was satisfied, and then his gaze began to look carefully at the ward-the doctors and nurses who were in charge of monitoring outside the ward seemed to be leaving."Because you will plan carefully before committing a crime." Holden, facing the surveillance window, didn't notice these movements, and was still focusing on his own analysis. He couldn't take it lightly, because he knew it was on the edge of the cliff. Mad dance, a little carelessness, may happen... To be honest, he doesn't know what will happen, this is the first time he has revealed the results of their analysis in front of a psychoanalyst."You practice a few times first, let the girls hitchhike, and then choose your first victim."Horton's voice finally stabilized, and his words and words finally became clear. Vaguely, he regained the initiative again, as if he was standing in the perspective of God, analyzing all living beings, the feeling of controlling the overall situation. Let Horton's mind become clear again.Even the voice became stable and powerful."You use your own car to kidnap and abandon your body; you follow your case through the media, which proves that you have continued illusions." Horton finished the description and paused, but Edmund is still waiting for more , "Uh-huh" again, signaled Horton to continue to explain."Probably that's it." Horton was a little helpless. He thought they had the key to it, but when they really analyzed it, there didn't seem to be much, and Edmond's reaction attitude made him taste frustrated--he He thinks he is a god, but all his knowledge and information comes from Edmond. In other words, he is a student, a researcher, and an explorer, but he is not the **** he thinks. ."Do you think you can sum up me with one adjective?" Edmond said."Of course not." Holden eagerly defended, but immediately realized his eagerness, so the pace of discourse slowed down deliberately, "This is just a way to classify features."The ups and downs of moods are immediately visible as soon as they are rushed and slowed down.There was a kind of joking in Edmond's steady tone, "Are you an expert now?""No." Horton denied immediately."It sounds like it is.""I am not an expert.""But you want to be an expert, don't you?" With the aggressive back and forth, Edmond raised the end slightly, firmly gaining the upper hand.That condescending tone hit Horton severely: He fell silent.It seems that he is thinking, but his brain is blank. Horton is in a dilemma. All the mixed thoughts in his mind begin to dissipate, but he is in a complete blankness, as if... as if all his disguise was completely blank. Being taken apart, Chi Guoguo faced doubts.In front of Edmund, his embarrassment and helplessness exposed his vulnerability."Yes." Horton said, in a nearly breath-like way, he seemed to be answering Edmund, and he seemed to be waking himself up, but the completely blank brain didn't work, it just replied like a wandering soul.Edmund looked at Horton silently. For a long time, for a long time, he could perceive that Horton's focus and focal length were gradually spreading, immersed in his own thoughts, and that kind of defenseless fragility. It's like the heart that shows up in front of you after opening your chest, puff! Puff! Is beating.He knew that the opportunity was here.Edmund turned his head, raised his left hand, and while speaking calmly, he tore the tape on his wound, "The temperature of human blood is very high." This attracted Horton's attention, and he raised his head. Come, and then saw Edmund's movements, his body couldn't help but leaned back."On a damp and cold morning, you can see human blood steaming." Edmund seemed to be reading a poem."What are you doing? Ed?" Horton smelled an unpleasant strange breath, and seemed to be able to detect the **** breath coming toward him.Edmond ignored it at all, "Someone left a ballpoint pen on my court papers. I used the metal case of the pen."Then, the wound was exposed in front of Horton's eyes, and Edmund took the initiative to show Horton his left wrist, as if he was showing his success.The scar that twists and twists like a centipede, the wound is tender and pink, and the wound line is jet black and deep black, reflecting Edmund's white skin that has not seen the sun for a long time, forming a strong The visual impact continues to enlarge in the pupils.Horton held his breath for an instant, tried to look away, but couldn't do it, staring at the wound intently, and then a feeling of nausea rolled in his stomach, as if hundreds of insects were wriggling in the stomach. The feeling of tumbling over the river squeezed him in place."Is this what you want to see?" Edmund's tone remained the same, calm.Only then did Horton react, and was finally able to control his movements again, quickly lowered his gaze, avoiding the picture, and then turned his gaze to look at Edmond again, "Why would I want to see this?" But his sight was lingering. He was still able to capture the wound scene~www.novelhall.com~ which allowed him to hold his breath, and then, the accident further happened:Edmond uncovered his bedding, sat up straight, and actively placed his left arm under Horton's nose, and said in a low voice, "Look closer."Horton lowered his eyes, rejecting the picture of the wound, and his muscles tightened. Although the alarm in his heart had been sounded, he could not escape from the wasteland. He tried his best to suppress himself and stay in a sitting position, still staying in place. But the involuntarily tightening fingers couldn't hide his emotions at all, and even his breath was completely held, pretending that he was a wooden person, without feeling at all.But Edmund still didn't want to let him go."Snapped!"Edmund stood directly on the ground with his bare feet, and the sound of the soles of his feet colliding with the ground exploded like thunder in Horton's ears.Horton opened his eyes abruptly and tilted his head slightly. The first reaction was to cast his gaze toward the monitoring window, and then he saw that the doctor and nurse seemed to be leaving.How to do?
