Stella Grace went to a shopping mall and bought some clothes, cosmetics, and a new bag.
Her entire self was splashed with luxury. She was wearing branded clothes and a designer bag, complimented by her youthful and refreshing makeup.
She turned heads, even at an exquisite hotel.
She sent her room number to Frederick Addington and made a call to Ryan Lameer.
“State Mayor Lameer, this is Stella Grace. Sorry for the delay. I have time this afternoon, is it convenient for me to go to your house?” Stella asked politely.
“Yes, hurry up, my child…” Ryan paused. “The child’s mother can no longer control him. He tried to commit suicide.”
“Ok. Send me the address, I’ll go over now,” Stella said with a smile. She took her bag and stuffed it with medicine and a baton.
Within half an hour, she arrived.
Ryan was not at home, but his housekeeper answered the door.
“Hello, I’m the tutor hired by State Mayor Lameer,” Stella greeted with a smile.
When Ryan’s wife heard that the family tutor had arrived, she hurried to the door.
She knew that Ryan had invited a psychologist to pretend to be a tutor.
“It’s Teacher Grace, right? Come quickly. My child is making a scene. He hasn’t eaten for two days and the door is locked. I’m really worried that something bad will happen to him,” Ryan’s wife said worriedly.
Stella put on the slippers given by the housekeeper and entered the house.
She walked to the door and knocked on it.
“Go away, I don’t want to see anyone! I don’t want to eat anything! If you imprison me again, I will make sure I die!” Bobby Lameer shouted.
“Teacher Grace, what do you think I should do?” Ryan’s wife was on the verge of tears.
“Could you please go to the kitchen and bring me some food?” Stella said to Ryan’s wife.
Ryan’s wife looked at Stella hopefully.
Stella motioned for her to leave with her chin.
Ryan’s wife had no choice but to retreat into the kitchen with the housekeeper.
Stella knocked on the door and said softly, “Your mother has left. I’m the new tutor. It’s just you and me now. Aren’t you bored sitting in your room alone? Would you like some company?”
After a moment, Bobby creaked the door open and peered at Stella. Surprise filled his eyes. He continued to stare at her like a predator sizing up its prey.
Stella gave him a thin smile. “Aren’t you a sensible child.”
“You, you… are my tutor?” Bobby stammered.
Stella saw that his hands were shaking as he stared at her with a smile.
He was not trembling because he was nervous, but rather because he perceived it as the thrill of the hunt. He even had a… physiological response.
He was like a growing demon.
“Let me tell you, I may be a tutor but I’m also with the police. The police station had sent me to observe you, but I think you are very well-behaved. They probably just misunderstood you. You have to perform well as I have to report to them every day.” Stella said gently.
There was a flash of panic in Bobby’s eyes. “You’re a police officer?”
Stella nodded. “If you behave yourself, I can take you out to play.”
Bobby restrained himself. “Oh, I’ll behave then.”
Stella turned to the messy desk and casually flipped through the books scattered on it.
They range from school textbooks to adult magazines and science fiction novels.
She watched Bobby from the corner of her eye.
Bobby had his eyes locked on her. His brows were furrowed and his fist clenched as though he was fighting back a tide of impulses.
Stella turned around, leaned on the desk, and looked at him.
Bobby quickly unclenched his fist and scrambled to get a hold of himself. “Teacher, which class do you want to start with?”
Stella looked at him.
The child had a very high IQ and he was remarkably perceptive. He was a psychopath with a rational mind.
He could analyze and adapt really quickly.
When he first saw her, his first reaction was excitement. It had been a long time since he committed a crime, every cell in his body was quivering with anticipation.
As soon as she said that she was with the police and had to make a report every day, he knew that he couldn’t do anything to her. The excitement disappeared without a trace.
When she turned her back, the excitement returned though he kept it under control.
When she turned to face him again, his excitement disappeared as before.
There was once a psychological experiment where subjects were given a hypothetical scenario. A wallet was placed on a table and no one was around. Ten percent said they would definitely take the wallet, ten percent said they would never take the wallet, and eighty percent were not sure whether they would take the wallet.
Therefore, most crimes happen when the victims had given the perpertrators a chance to commit the crime.
For women who were afraid of being raped, it would best if they refrained from dressing provocatively.
For women who were afraid of being robbed, it was best not to flaunt their wealth.
For women who were afraid of being killed, they should not do anything to provoke anyone.
Therefore, knowing that Bobby was an extremely dangerous criminal, she could not turn her back to him.
“Which class do you like the most?” Stella asked.
“Biology,” Bobby answered without hesitation.
Stella flipped open a biology book and saw that it was filled with his notes. “Do you want to be a doctor?”
Bobby paused for a moment and lowered his head. “Hmm.”
“Well, being a forensic doctor has its benefits too. If you were an ordinary person who is interested in the human body, you might find yourself in trouble before you could even get yourself a cadaver to do any research on. After all, cadavers are hard to come by for ordinary people. If you killed a person, you might even be arrested before you could even conduct any research on the body. All your effort would then be in vain.
“It’s different for forensic doctors. They could perform dissections in college. Not only on animals but on people too. It’s very interesting,” Stella said.
“Do you also find autopsy interesting?” Bobby asked excitedly.
Stella sat down with a smile, tapping on the table rhythmically with her fingers. “Of course! Imagine unveiling the mysteries of the human body. The future just might be within our reach.”
“My main interest is the human brain. Why do people have memories? Why do they have so many emotions? What is it in their brain that causes these things? Are they connected to the universe?” The more Bobby spoke, the more excited he became.
Stella latched on to the conversation. “If you understand the composition of the human brain, you may be able to create super-humans and change the world.”
“Yeah, yeah! Why are people so impulsive, why do they want to get married, why do they fall in and out of love? Why are some people smart, and others stupid? If we can answer these questions, it’ll be a great step forward for mankind,” Bobby said excitedly.
“You will be the savior of the world, you will be remembered in the history books. Your success will be unprecedented,” Stella praised.
Bobby’s eyes were shining. “Yes, yes, yes, that’s what I want to be!”
Stella smiled.
She might just have done it before the three months were up. She might even wrap this up within a week.