"It's so strange, the record shows that you downloaded the picture." Haley browsed Jeff's computer record, and the sound of clicking the mouse was like the sound of a sharp dagger rubbing against the rope of life.

Jeff's facial expression was completely stiff, without any special emotions, and even his eyes were calm, as if he didn't care about Hayley's movements at all. But when the light on the side was cast, he could vaguely see the lines on his chin tightening little by little, as if driven by the lines of his shoulders. The gradually tightened muscles made the facial expressions solidify, and even the soft lips began to become stiff; the blue eyes, as if they were as clear as the sea, looked straight ahead, motionless, and the focal length and focus slowly spread, and the delicate changes in the dizzy pupils seemed to be clearly seen between the interweaving light and shadow.

It was silently dispersed like a drop of thick ink dripping into clear water.

In a blink of an eye, I missed the details. For the first time, Emma understood what acting skills meant. Even if she was facial paralysis, the slightest changes in breathing, muscles, and pores all told about emotions. Without any expression, it was better than any yelling expression.

"But... I can't find it." Hailey's voice came over, and Jeff's eyes blinked, just to make people realize that he was still alive. His almost stopped rising and falling chest indicated that he seemed to have stopped breathing, but at this moment, a blink of an eye dispelled this worry, "Oh my God, that's really strange." Jeff's voice was calm, as if the robot's electronic synthesized sound was spoken flat, and a strong irony came from the strange tone.

What's even more strange is that the expression without any emotion and without any change reveals a subtle emotion, which seems to be angry, angry with Haley's slander; it seems to be fear, fear of the secret's revelation. The mixed taste rippled in the deep eyes, but it is difficult to distinguish.

"Smart people will not leave pictures on the computer." Haley seemed to have not heard Jeff's sarcasm, "because that is the first place where policemen usually search." Jeff's lips gently tugged, revealing a hint of disdain, mocking Haley for herself, refusing to obey his explanation, "You like souvenirs very much, so where are the things you downloaded hidden?"

The smile gently pulled, and then turned into a sarcastic smile, but he couldn't tell whether it was targeting Hailey or himself. He lowered his eyes, blocking the emotions in his eyes, leaving only that weak smile responding to Hailey.

But Haley ignored it at all and still speculated with self-centeredness. She tilted her head and looked at Jeff on the side. The soft voice sounded in Jeff's ear, "Is there a secret room?"

Jeff did not answer immediately, first raised his eyes, leaned back slightly, then turned his head and looked at Hayley. The light fell down the bridge of his nose. He looked at Hayley's eyes motionlessly, as if he was protesting silently, and his eyes complained, "I am innocent." However, Hayley was still indifferent and raised her eyebrows, looking like she would never give up. This made Jeff pull the corners of his mouth, and his low voice rang helplessly and tiredly, "I live alone." The anger hidden in the voice was gently surging in his eyes. "Why do I need a secret room?"

Hayley stared at Jeff's eyes, "I'm thinking about this problem too." Then she took a small step and walked around Jeff's front, bent down slightly and looked at the slightest change in Jeff's expression, but Jeff looked at Hayley without any scruples, and used his eyes to tell silent protests, "I searched the whole house, every place, but I didn't find any erotic/erotic film!" Hayley put her hands on the armrest of Jeff's chair, leaned forward slowly, and said word by word, "Not at all!"

Jeff frowned slightly, as if he was confused about what Hailey said, but vaguely, there was a little smugness in his eyes. He raised his chin without even realizing it, trying to confront him and Hailey on the same level. That kind of arrogant smugness penetrated out as if nothing had happened.

Emma couldn't help but hold her hands tightly, a little slippery. At this moment, she saw not Lance, but Jeff, and Hannibal, played by Anthony Hopkins, all over her body: I'm guilty, but you can't find any evidence to prove it. That kind of high and complacent radiates a faint halo in those translucent eyes.

Hailey pursed her dry lips gently, but she didn't have any timidity. On the contrary, the smile on the corner of her mouth slowly outlined, "Men all like / porn/erotic/films, aren't it? I'm not disgusted with these things, but everyone comes here like this." Jeff seemed to be a little confused about what Hailey meant when she mentioned this topic. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes firmly locked in every detail of Hailey's expression. "Seriously, if men know they can hide it, every man will have some / porn/erotic/films, at least a little."

"Have you studied it?" Jeff tried to disrupt Haley's rhythm.

But Haley was not fooled, "Then I was thinking..." This forced Jeff to swallow the words behind him, and he looked at Haley, who was in a pissy manner, and then he found a glimmer of excitement in Haley's eyes, like a spike, which suddenly pierced his heart. "There are these photos on the wall, maybe these are his porn/erotic/films."

Jeff's eyes suddenly froze. The mockery at the corners of his mouth, the pride in his eyes, and the anger in his eyebrows disappeared in an instant. Instead, it was replaced by a mixed emotions that were inexplicably rippled deep in his clear eyes, and then his eyes began to become turbid because of Hailey's words.

"But nothing on the wall is a fatal blow. I bet that what you have must be like..." Hailey slowed down and said word by word, "Delicious and juicy."

The soft whisper slowly spread in the air, like a devil with its teeth and claws. This made Jeff's pupils slowly expand, slowly and vividly, like an aurora vortex. The deep culvert in the center continued to spread out with a halo, and the azure pupils became deeper and deeper, and the emotions of despair and fear were penetrated one after another, just as more and more ink, making the clear water start to become darker and darker.

"They need a small room to hide, am I right, Jeff?"

Jeff's eye sockets began to twitch. He widened his eyes, trying to cover up his true emotions, but Hayley did not give him a chance. Hayley's eyes, which were like grapes soaked in water, had a faint light, as if they could penetrate his mask, and his body directly attacked the softest part of his heart. The secret was peeping at the crisis that was about to be discovered, making every muscle on Jeff's face tense. He tried his best to keep calm and avoid leaking his trump card, but the speed of darkness swallowing was getting faster and faster. It was still on the soles of his feet in the last second, and the next second it had already invaded his brain, and the blood was frozen into ice, and even his breathing stopped.

Then… he blinked.

Haley captured the pain that flashed through Jeff's eyes and forbearance. The corners of her mouth suddenly turned out, and a smug smile flashed, and she got the answer she wanted. So Haley quickly left the room, rummaged through boxes and cabinets at Jeff's house, lifting every inch of the corner to search.

The messy voice made Jeff hold his breath, and he was stiff in place. The pride and pride between his eyebrows completely disappeared. Even the anger and grievance were gone, leaving only the extreme fear, as if it was a tight string, and any little force could make it break.

My throat was so dry that I couldn't even secrete any saliva. I pursed my lips, but only found a little white foam on the tip of my tongue. The sour taste made the muscles spasm again; the cold sweat on my forehead slowly penetrated out, and I could even clearly see that the dry skin became wet due to sweat, the blood on my cheeks gradually faded, and the paleness of fear appeared in the sockets of my eyes, and there was no blood at all.

The increasingly urgent and chaotic sound made his breathing shorter and shorter. The sound of the strings on the eardrum breaking one after another, and the roar seemed to be like the sky collapsed and the earth broke.

After reaching the extreme of despair, he overcame fear and his survival instinct began to burst out. Jeff twisted hard, trying to touch the rope tied to his feet with his hands, one after another, and another, he actually touched it! Jeff was twisted into a weird appearance, and then used the mere power of his fingertips to try to find the knot of the rope, but this was not that easy. He tried his best, but found that his fingers were loosened slightly and he had to start again.

Sweat flowed down, wetting the collar; the last bit of saliva that emerged from deep in his lungs began to flow down due to the weakness of his lips, and he was in a mess, but he had no time to pay attention to these things, so he could only accumulate strength again, and then touched the buckle with his fingertips, trying to complete self-salvation.

When he arrived, he touched it, gritted his teeth, held his breath and quickly used all his strength to break free from the rope. His right foot came out, and it seemed that he would succeed if he worked hard for a while! Then, he did it! His right foot was freed from the rope, but because he was bound for too long, the blood could not flow at all. The numbness swept over, forcing him to bite his lips tightly, endured the pain, and did not make any noise.

But at this moment, a "slam" sound came from the hall, as if it was the sound of stirring in the pebbly pond in the hall. Jeff's soul suddenly frozen, and even the pain was forgotten. He opened his mouth slightly, and saliva slowly flowed down, but he held his breath and listened with his ears. "slam, shra" sound came again, extremely clear.
Chapter completed!