"No, you don't know, do you?"
Looking at their astonished expressions, I knew that even the fbi had not checked them out. The existence of Dexter, the fact that there were actually two children instead of me in that cruel incident had already been carefully wiped out by Sheriff Harry.
"It's ridiculous, even the fbi can't find things." I said coldly, "but it's right that you don't know, because it was the people in the local police station who hid this matter! Sheriff, he wiped the matter clean."
"People from the local police station?!" Gideon and Hotchner looked at each other, and their voices became serious. This kind of fraudulent use of public power for personal gain is illegal no matter what the cause is!
"When I was a child, my mother was brutally murdered in front of me. This is the reason you found out that caused my psychological shadow, right? But no one knows that... In addition to me in the original case, there is also my younger brother Derek, who is two years younger than me. Kester!" This was the first time I told others about this, this obsession that had been lingering in Brian's heart for more than ten years, made me a little unable to restrain my emotions.
"And Dexter was taken and adopted by the sheriff after we were found and rescued by the police!" I said fiercely with red eyes: "I remember it very well, because I haven't seen it since then. I can meet him once!!"
"In front of my face, he took away the last person in my heart who could be the support!!! And me? I'm still sitting in a pool of cold, lifeless blood, in my own mother's blood... I watched him take away my dear brother..." I heard my own voice, screaming like I was releasing the pain in my heart.
"Great!" I clapped my hands on the table and stood up. I pressed my right hand on my face, covering my face and breathing heavily to suppress my emotions. On the opposite side, neither Hotchner nor Gideon made a sound. They were waiting for me to calm down. Because they know that speaking out at this time will only cause me to react more violently.
Standing there stiffly, I don't know how long it took, until I knew that the burning sensation in my brain had subsided, and then I put down my hands covering my face. It was only then that I realized that I had actually burst into tears. He casually tugged at his sleeves and wiped away the tears on his face.
For the first time, I avoided their gaze and said hoarsely, "Sorry, I lost my temper. This is the first time I have said such a thing, and I can't help it..."
"...It's not your fault, Brian..." Gideon's voice actually softened, and he was like an enlightened elder looking at the rebellious child. "None of us thought there was such a reason..."
"But why did the sheriff only take your brother?" Hotchner asked in a timely manner, "He adopted your brother, but left you to the psychological evaluation personnel, so that you were finally judged as a A high-risk sociopath and put in a mental hospital..."
"Because he and I looked at each other." I paused and said hoarsely, and while speaking, I pulled the chair again and sat down. "Maybe it's his intuition? He looked at me and saw in my eyes something that shouldn't belong to a child. This is just my guess."
"...It's too messy, even if the sheriff is confident in his judgment, he shouldn't make such judgments lightly on a child who is still in a state of fright..." Jason Gideon frowned and said. .
"Oh, not everyone has the ability like your bau group." I laughed at myself, "That's why I chose to study psychology. I just want to know more about this kind of thing, to control it, rather than being harmed by it."
"After my mother died, three gangsters locked me and my brother at the crime scene. It took three full days before we were found. And in the darkness and blood of these three days, I am Dex I only know that I want to protect him and protect him at all costs." I was a little lost, so I said the softest thing in Brian's heart.
"So I put my arm around him and we sat there motionless. Not moving for three days, and every scene from now on is so vividly etched in my memory. Dexter was sleepy and I He also opened his eyes, knowing that he was tired and fainted. Even so, I didn't let go of the hand holding him."
"Actually, when I was rescued by them, if my brother stayed with me instead of being locked in that grave-like mental hospital, my mental condition wouldn't deteriorate so fast. So I Hate that sheriff, even if he gave Dexter the perfect family life."
"Then... your brother..." Jason Gideon asked in a slow and gentle tone, scrutinizing my emotions, "Did you not go to him after you were discharged from the hospital?"
I stared at the table before replying, "I went to him...but I didn't let him know because he doesn't remember it at all. He doesn't remember the hellish three days, he doesn't remember his own life. My mother was chopped up in front of him... that's fine, but he doesn't remember me anymore. He doesn't remember he has a biological brother."
"So the solution you said is to meet him?" Aaron Hoechner asked in a deep voice.
"Yes," I finally raised my head to look at them, I said firmly: "Maybe this is a selfish decision. But I can't hold back anymore, I'm getting better I know. But to really let go, only Pick it up again."
I said Dexter didn't remember, he really didn't. But this does not mean that his subconscious has forgotten, and this subconscious desire for previous memories will only intensify his desire for blood. I didn't intend to tell them this.
Because in any case, the police and the fbi, including the bau group, are the people like us who should be most guarded against.
I just escaped from the mental hospital, and I didn't plan to turn around and send my own brother in. No matter how much I get better, I'm still a sociopath. Having a reduced risk of a mental breakdown doesn't mean I'm no longer selfish. I'm just betting it all on me alone to get Dexter's psyche back on track.
"Ugh..." Jason Gideon sighed before he heard him say, "You've done a great job, Brian. I thought you were just too good at disguising yourself and taking those horrible things Covered under the skin. But I misunderstood, you really improved. Because you can speak these words, it is already a big improvement."
I turned to look at him, motionless but not responding. Then I saw him turn around and nodded at Aaron Hoechner, indicating that there was no problem, stood up, opened the door and walked out. Aaron Hoechner and I were the only ones left in the room.
Although Hotchner was still frowning as before, I could see a hint of relaxation in his overall expression. He pulled away the chair Gideon had been sitting on and sat down.
"Brian, I'm glad to know that you have no intention of becoming a criminal. And we also know that you have nothing to do with William Chow's death this time, and this Rhett can prove it." Aaron Hoechner finally opened the On the desktop, it is basically a decorative notebook.
"But I want you to revisit your impression of Georgia," Hochner said to me, to my surprise. "Because you also studied psychology, and Rhett told us that you also have a good grasp of psychological profiling. So we want to know your speculation, rather than the superficiality of what Inspector Jack said."
...this is the first time I've had a crush on the bau group. They didn't hold on to it because of my business, at least they were the ones who knew how to work around it. I was slightly relieved, like they were relieved that I might not be such a bad prisoner.
"Okay," I put on my smile again, more sincere this time. "What I can tell you is that when I first saw George, I knew he was a sociopath."
Hotchner raised his eyebrows and glanced at me, then he picked up the brush and recorded it in the notebook. He asked, "How are you sure about this?"
"As you all know, there will be an unnatural mutual feeling between sociopaths. It's like an intuition, just like a mature old policeman will have an intuition about the existence of prisoners." I faintly Said: "And I studied psychology, and I also studied movement psychology and micro-expression language. So I was sure at the first sight of him."
"George Abel is a sadistic sociopath. And the long-term gray and turbulent life made him unable to integrate into the crowd at all, which made him gradually pushed to extremes over time." I put my finger on the table. A little reasoner, "The role I played in William's script is based on him. So after seeing him, I have a more intuitive understanding."
"William Zhou's presence is an inhibitor and a relief for George. I don't know when they met, but judging from the frequency of George's daily calls to check the post, he has a very strong feeling for William Zhou. Controlling." I suddenly realized that I had said so much all at once, and looked at Aaron Hoechner.
But I saw Hotchner taking what I said on the paper quite seriously, and when he heard my pause, he raised his head and glanced at me to signal for me to continue, with a sense of satisfaction in his expression. It's a wonderful feeling to be appreciated by a person I thought I couldn't avoid before.
After calming myself down, I continued: "William postponed his meeting with Georgia several times because he was busy with his graduation project. Maybe he thought that William wanted to escape from his control, so his mental state became even more disturbed. Steady. They had a fight, and when he came to see William, he bumped into me again."
I frowned and said, "Maybe it's just my personal-centred guess, but I think he senses that I'm a lot like him. In William's film, I played a character based on him. It made him feel that he was being replaced, and that's what made him, under the influence of drugs, come to the point of murder."
"No, I think your guess makes sense," Aaron Hoechner responded, rubbing his chin in thought, "it gives us a much clearer understanding of his motives. You think in hindsight, Where will he flee to?"
"Do you think he must have gone abroad?" I tilted my head and thought for a while, and then asked.
"Yes, because we tracked the whereabouts of his car and found that the car was left at the San Francisco airport. But he should have used a false ID. We need to check them one by one through the airport cameras, and in the case of his intentional avoidance, we It will take a while to find the results. If you can give us any guesses, it should speed up the investigation,” Hochner replied.
"Is that so?..." I thought about it and said casually, "Speaking of which, George had a well-known shooting partner a year or two ago, and they had a very good relationship. Later, his shooting partner quit this line of business and moved to France. . Similar situation to David Vincent, maybe you can check the French flight specifically?"
"Crack!" Aaron Hoechner put the bee down and fell on the table with a crisp sound. He stood up with a serious face and nodded at me. "Thank you very much for your cooperation, we will try to investigate in this direction immediately."
He took a few steps to the door, and before opening the door, he turned his head and said something. "Before you leave, maybe you want to talk to Rhett. I heard Rhett said that you met someone you like among the survivors, and you made an appointment to meet them later? Is the other party a soldier... This also reassured us a little bit. …”
The corners of my mouth twitched as I watched Aaron Hoechner open the door and walk out in a low voice. Didn't expect the little doctor to be such a gossip person