Chapter 3 Part2 (1/2)

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Chapter 3.2

Jory promptly injected a shot of tranquilizer into his arm. Finally, Derer calmed down slowly. Olay made a gesture, “Can you let me deal with this?” n.o.body objected.

He slowly relaxed his grip, and let Derer lie on the sofa, panting limply. His eyes were confused and blank, and his curly hair spread everywhere. Even after being treated by its owner with such violence, it still shone a with charming and n.o.ble gloss, which showed that it was well cared for. When he was quiet, he really looked like a delicate doll.

“Okay, Derer, relax. ” Olay spoke softly, “How about we cut it for you right now? Yes, good boy, we’ll cut it all for you.”

“Cut it, cut it……” Derer said. His green eyes fixed on him seriously. Even though he’s still a bit tired, the speed he regained energy could alway surprise Olay. Derer reached out his hands and made a scissor gesture, “Cut it all, doctor, I hate this d.a.m.n hair!”

Olay raised him up, carefully as if he was treating fragile porcelain, and asked Jory, “Doctor, can we get scissors?” The latter nodded and went to look for them.

“Wait a minute, are you guys really cutting his hair?” Truman couldn’t believe that, “I don’t think this is a good idea. This is just some random impulse of a psycho. His hair is very beautiful……” He wanted to touch Derer’s hair, but the latter suddenly turned around, which scared his hands away. Olay had to go up and comfort him.

“I don’t think so, Sir. There must be a reason why he hates his hair, and this is our best option right now. There is no reason he has to have such long hair.” Olay said, “he’s in jail, not his family mansion.”

“But – you’re not going to shave all his hair, aren’t you?” Truman asked.

“I think that’s the best option.” Olay said, starting to use the scissors on Derer’s long hair. Wisps of hair fluttered to the ground, and soon piled up. Derer looked at them complacently, his expression was saying “Look, I’m finally getting rid of you”.

“Don’t cut all of it. I like him with hair.” Truman said. Olay looked at him in surprise as Truman picked up a lock of the cut hair and said softly, “Such a pity. Such beautiful thing.”

It took Olay three seconds to find his words. He kept cutting Derer’s hair while talking to Truman, “Sir, if I were you…… I wouldn’t try to lay my hands on him. He is the most dangerous person I’ve ever met, plus he is ill, poor man.”

“The doctors say he’s recovered.” Truman looked Derer’s slender body up and down, holding his chin.

“I don’t think so,” Olay shook his head, “I don’t understand why they sent him here. An asylum is the place for him. What on earth has he done? Because of killing his dad? With his mental state, even if he is a serial killer, he should only go to an asylum……”

“No, you can’t imagine how many he has killed. He is an very efficient killer.” Quincy said coldly, “Sorry, that information is cla.s.sified. But I can tell you he has killed at least tens of thousands.”

Olay’s eyes widened, “Are you joking?” The scissors in his hand shook and left a gap in Derer’s short hair. Olay thought for a while and decided to cut it shorter.

“He was not joking. It’s true……” Jory said. Derer’s frowned and interrupted him, “Those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds lied about the numbers. According to my estimate, the number is definitely higher than that……”