Sheriff Harry, out of surveillance control, had Dexter go to college in Miami, where he studied medicine and surgery. Maybe Harry wanted Dexter to spend his time in college in the first place, and the regular commute time made it easier for him to monitor. But I didn't expect that the day did not come true, but I went early, which cheapened my arrival.
Although he was anxious to meet Dexter, let this younger brother truly realize his existence. But think carefully, before Sheriff Harry died, it was impossible not to let those who knew the inside story take more care of Dexter.
Even if they didn't directly reveal Dexter's psychological problems, it's very possible that they would continue to help conceal Dexter's true life experience. Like the fat woman who showed up at Dexter's that night after I paraphrased Debra yesterday.
After a little bit of checking on Sheriff Harry's interpersonal relationship before his death, the fat woman is a female police officer who has not retired yet and is a police officer in the police station file room. Of course, she, who was in charge of file management, must have been the one who knew Dexter's true origins.
So, in order not to alarm the unimportant, I decided to get to know Dexter in disguise. Approaching him first, and then telling the truth at the end, is better than saying those words straight to the point at the beginning, which is more convincing. It can also reduce the distress caused by Dexter's vigilance.
I had talked to Dillon about going out with friends for a few days, so instead of going back to his house to rest, I found a motel after all. Lying in bed at night, I was carefully planning what to do the next day.
Early the next morning, I didn't check out and didn't bring anything else. I only brought my wallet and mobile phone, and most importantly, the fake documents I had done at the old man's place, so I left the hotel. There is no doubt that I want to use this fake ID, I have to first disguise myself as when I took the fake ID photo.
First, I found a relatively large supermarket and bought four or five boxes of black temporary hair dye. The kind that fades after a few washes. I went to the store where girls often go, and bought a hair straightening tool there. This is also the dress I made when I took that ID photo last time. Black straight hair, covering his eyes, looks particularly gloomy.
Immediately afterwards, I bought a heavy black-rimmed pair of glasses at a roadside stand. Although I only wore black contact lenses when I took the ID photo before, it is still a good disguise to wear a pair of glasses if I really come into contact with people. At least the changes in the eyes that do not conform to the character's setting are easily ignored by the other party.
Finally, I went to the fairs that sold all kinds of groceries at cheap prices, and bought some rustic clothes that didn't fit. Looking at the pile of shopping bags in my hand, I simply bought another school bag that was only carried by the student union, and packed all the miscellaneous things in the bag.
After buying these things, it took me half a day. The door that was out at nine o'clock in the morning is now one o'clock in the afternoon.
Now all that's left is to disguise and go back to the motel where you didn't check out before. In the bathroom, I dyed my hair black by myself, and used a lot of wax to make my hair feel dirty, strands hanging in front of my eyes, blocking my eyebrows. Then I put on black contact lenses to cover the original pupil color, and then put on black-rimmed flat glasses.
Looking at himself in the mirror, his head is almost gone, and finally he changed his clothes. The appearance of the whole person is completely different.
Of course, camouflage is still not that simple. This kind of disguise in front of people is like acting. The kind that is in front of the camera every minute, every second. The back that was originally standing straight, I deliberately adjusted and bowed forward, my hands drooping. The line of sight that was originally looking at him was also fixed on the ground five steps away in front of him.
I pursed my lips and looked at my posture in the mirror. Now not only the appearance, but also the spirit of the whole person is different. But something is still missing. I thought about it, then raised my hand to support my glasses with the back of my hand. The original stereotyped characters have a little more vitality.
Different people will definitely have different actions. Although some people's small movements may be similar and repeated, people who do not have small movements basically do not exist. Even after rigorous training, there are still small movements that are habitual.
So for this role, we made up some unique little actions that I would never do when I was Brian, which could easily confuse the public. Looking at his movements in the mirror again, a complete Karl Black appeared.
On the new document, Carl Black, a nerdy student with black hair and black eyes.
I took a taxi to the university where Dexter attended, at the end of the normal class time. I can only hope to meet Dexter in the eating area near the school.
Because the university class time is not fixed, even if it is the same course, the class time of the large class will be divided into morning and afternoon, or different days of the week. Not to mention that students in different groups have completely different time for small classes. So getting Dexter's class schedule really took a lot of effort.
First, search the Internet for students who have the same major as Dexter by setting Dexter's university as a keyword. Then, by looking at the messages and photos of the previous students on the Internet, I can find out the classmates who have close contact with Dexter on weekdays. Through the online meeting, the class schedules on weekdays were extracted from the mouths of these classmates, so as to infer Dexter's class time.
Modern young people are closely related to the Internet. Since the police can hunt down fugitives through the Internet, it is very convenient for people with malicious intentions to use the Internet to find victims. This is the reason why you should not use positioning when posting on the Internet. It is best not to leave too much personal information on the Internet.
Dexter takes this very seriously, he doesn't have much of a social network. The only Facebook page is never posted on it. It is only used as a communication tool for contacting classmates and doing group homework. Otherwise, if Dexter is also posting on his social network, it would be much easier to find information about him.
Also because of this, I only vaguely know part of his school hours. So I'm not so sure that I'll run into him the first time I come here to try my luck.
But obviously sometimes things like luck can still happen.
In the distance, I saw a ginger-haired man approaching. It's not too tall. According to my standard, he should be less than 1.8 meters, but he is very strong. You can tell by the way that the shirt, which should not be tight at first, is now held tightly by the muscles.
Dexter, who has lived his life under the teachings of Sheriff Harry, has always been a beloved character. I watched him come all the way, and greeted the classmates I knew passing by with coffee and a salad. There was a decent smile on my face, neither arrogant nor impetuous, but I couldn't help frowning.
Because the last time I followed him a year ago, the appearance I saw did not have the feeling that it has become a big thing now. He is more mature, and if there was Sheriff Harry in the past, he would still be more impulsive and popular. Now Dexter, it looks like the smile on his face is a fake. Still a very rigid, impersonal mask.
This added a lot of difficulty to my plan to get acquainted with him. Fortunately, he at least had to scruple about the appearance of the project. He won't flip the image of a good man he portrayed in front of everyone, otherwise he probably won't accept my tentative approach at all.
I saw Dexter say goodbye to the two classmates who had been beside him before, sitting alone in the corner with food. After thinking about it, I casually ordered a salad, took it and walked to sit next to him.
Dexter felt it the first time someone invaded his realm, and I noticed him giving me a look. But perhaps due to the generality of a sociopathic personality, Dexter had no intention of taking the initiative to speak. And in my nerdy outfit these days, it's not good for me to pretend to be familiar.
After thinking about it, I looked at the textbook Dexter put on the chair on the right, and said, "Medical student? Go out after eight years of study, and then become an intern in the hospital. , get angry with the superior." This sentence is quite ironic, with a feeling of angry youth who is dissatisfied with the society. It can also be thought of as jealousy of those top medical students.
Compared to the usual approach, Dexter was really interested in responding to such a sudden remark from me. He glanced at me, with the same masked smile on his face, and said, "Your intern is very opinionated?"
"No." I lowered my voice and replied gloomily. Although it is negative, the dissatisfaction in the tone is very obvious. "Just a friend... Seeing him as an intern, he's had a rough time. Of course, if you like it that's fine..."
A very annoying character, but for the kind of Dexter who has been very tired with friendly courtesy on the surface all day, it is very rare for him to suddenly have a channel for him to vent his stress.
Dexter glanced at me and said with a smile: "Actually, you can be a surgeon, anyway, because you have some understanding of the human body, it is very easy to be a forensic doctor."
"Really?" I said in a strangely surprised tone, "You must know that those who study surgery are not all bad surgeons. They are all arrogant and arrogant, and finally they were beaten during the internship and could not take care of themselves.
"And facing those horrific corpses all day long, disemboweling them... Your preferences are really unique." Then he sneered weirdly, but the point of each sentence was to provoke him. place of interest.
"It's true." Dexter didn't look at me, just took a sip of the coffee in his hand, and responded in a flat tone.