Chapter 3: Bug Catching

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

The blue-eyed boy sat up irritably and pounded his blanket. He had planned many escapes over the past few days, but whenever he tried to pull out the needle and slip out, the handsome doctor would suddenly appear in the ward like he had known his actions already.

He began to wonder if Carlisle was a superpower who had mutated after being bitten by a spider.

If he had known this, he shouldn't have followed Dr. Cullen and become a good boy! Next time, he must make him look good! Lose his temper at him! Throw things at him! Punch him and bite him to death! But whenever he faced Carlisle's pair of purest honey-like eyes, he would give in reflexively. It was as if a puppy was having fun when it met its owner, and it was as docile as death.

"Oh, no, darling. I don't think so." The elderly nurse who hugged him a while ago touched his head affectionately like a pet cat at home. "Doctor Cullen said you shouldn't get out of bed yet."

Edmund swore that the old nurse's eyes were inexplicably bright when she said the word "Dr. Cullen".

Well, Dr. Cullen has unknowingly dazzled thousands of women.

The boy was sure that once Dr. Cullen got divorced, the female nurses would be able to flatten the threshold of his office.

But this has nothing to do with Edmund.

He just wants to get some air now.

"Sneak me out for a walk! Just a moment! Doctor Cullen has just finished checking the room and won't be coming back any time soon!" The boy widened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him with a look of anticipation.

Annie revealed a hesitant expression.

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

"Oh … well, Doctor Cullen shouldn't be angry if it's only for a while. And strictly speaking, you're not walking on your own, are you?"

"Yes, of course!" The boy smiled quite brilliantly.

But just as his trick was about to succeed, the door to the ward opened. Two visitors walked in.

Those are two cops.

"Hello, my dear child." One of the brown, curly-haired male officers sat in the armchair Carlisle used to sit on by the bed. "I'm the town sheriff. My name is John. She's my assistant, Vera."

"Hello, sir, well, and Miss.-What can I do for you?"

Edmund scratched his hair irritably, reached out to shake the sheriff's hand, and immediately let go.

'--Well, I know it's painful for you to recall it, but I hope you'll cooperate with us in catching the murderer sooner.'

Edmund raised his eyebrows.

"What do you need?"

'That scumbag's appearance and some other traits. Well, you know. It's hard to find him in Alaska just because with only an index finger. There's no high-tech equipment like in Washington State, and most of us wear thick gloves.-Can you tell us everything you know?'

"My family are all dead?" The boy replied absentmindedly. He said this with a very calm expression. It looks like we're talking about the weather today.

"Oh.--Yes. I'm sorry." Sheriff John said guiltily. But Edmund swore that he did not feel any guilt in the sheriff's words.

The ward suddenly quieted down.

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

John and his assistant exchanged looks. Just as they were about to speak, they were interrupted by a sudden voice.

"I think you need to inform the attending doctor before visiting the patient."

The boy turned his head abruptly to look at the handsome surgeon who had just entered the ward.

"Doctor Cullen looks a little angry. Oh, that's not a good sign." Annie thought silently.

Carlisle? Dr. Cullen was a very gentle and good-tempered man. He had worked in the hospital for so long that almost no one had ever seen him angry. But since Edmund came, he seemed to get angry more often. Well, the main reason is that the little boy is not obedient.

"Perhaps Edmund is Dr. Cullen's nemesis." --Annie got the truth by accident.

"Oh, I'm sorry.--My fault. Forgot that." John naturally knew who was standing in front of him."I'm John, John Chris, the town sheriff."

"Carlisle Cullen."

The two of them reached out and shook hands.

"I'm sorry, sheriff.-It's not a good time to visit." Carlisle pulled out the almost empty bottle from the silver drip rack and replaced it with a new one. 'He's just woken up and needs a series of complicated examinations. Perhaps you can wait until he's better.'-As for when you can come again, I think we can go out and talk and make an appointment. '

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

"I think I should be the one to tell if he is well or not."

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

"I understand your anxiety, but I'm sorry.-No." Carlisle said without concealment.

"I'm just saying a few words. I won't ask too much."

"No." Carlisle said briefly.

"Edmund is still a child." Annie finally understood the seriousness of the situation. She shifted her gaze away from Carlisle and said with a frown, "You can't force him to think about that!"

"Still a child? Ha!" John stood up angrily. "That's no excuse!--a murderer is at large! All we can do is catch him as soon as possible to keep the residents safe! For that, the testimony of the person involved is of highest priority!"

"Sheriff--calm down." The female assistant said.

"This is a hospital, not a police station." Carlisle pressed her hand on Edmund's shoulder, still unyielding. "If you keep shouting like this, I can only ask you to leave."

"Huh? Huh?" John jumped up like he had eaten explosives, his originally pale face flushed red, "Invite me out? You have no right, Dr. Cullen!"

"Please watch your language, Mr. Sergeant. Of course he has the right--"

"He's just a doctor! what right!"

'Oh! John Chris! You're a sheriff! How can you say that-' said Annie angrily.

"The man has gray hair and green eyes. He's about your height and looks about 40 years old. He escaped after I cut off his index finger.-That's it." Edmund, who had been temporarily ignored by the three adults, clenched his fists and said expressionlessly.

There was a strange silence.

Annie grabbed the clothes on her chest and panted heavily, as if she was enraged by the sheriff. And Carlisle--not paying any attention to what the little boy had just said--lowered his head with slight worry, observed Edmund's expression, and then was lost in thought.

"… I'm glad you're finally willing to cooperate with us." John smacked his lips and glared fiercely at Carlisle. Then, from nowhere, a black pen and a notebook of the same color appeared, and he wrote down a few strokes with all his might. "You see, I am helping you-revenge. Well, he ought to pay for his crimes."

"I don't need him to pay for his crime." The boy snorted in disdain. It could be seen that he looked down on the officer's shallow puddle-like thinking.

"Huh?" John widened his eyes. "No need?!-Are you kidding, son? That scum killed your family!"

"What is the point?" Edmund narrowed his eyes.

"What is the point?!-Vera, did you hear that?-Is that a normal reaction? what is the point? Ha! Tell me honestly, Edmund Pace." John's expression was like a giant toad" "Did you hire that man to kill your family anonymously? And then pretend to be a victim-"

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

"Of course I have a reason." John cleared his throat. "According to our investigation, you and your family have been having a bad time … so you planned to kill them and get a lot of money-"

Before John could finish speaking, Edmund jumped out of bed as if he had been electrocuted.