"But I'm more interested in clean and ever-changing bloodstains than dead bodies." Dexter's tone of reply was finally less stereotyped. This may be the first time, after Sheriff Harry's death, that Dexter talks about his wants and interests. So he finally got angry when he spoke.
This kind of remark was completely incomprehensible to his classmates, who basically went to the medical department in order to become a commendable surgeon. Not to mention the "friends" made to cover up their anomalies, and that's even more impossible to talk about.
After all, he made himself seem popular in the eyes of others, just to keep others from seeing his weirdness. But he's less nervous when he's in front of a stranger, a stranger.
But what I heard was not the tone of his voice, but the bloodstain mentioned in his words. Blood, the relationship between the word and our brothers, has been impossible to eradicate since that day. The chainsaw killer, who killed Brian and Dexter's mother, used the chainsaw rudely and indifferently, causing the blood of his victims to splatter, turning the original dock container into a sea of blood.
It seems that even if Dexter doesn't remember anymore, he still has a subconscious impression of the sea of blood that soaked him for three days. If it is said that Brian's appeal for blood is to suppress the fear caused by the shadow in his heart and release the hatred of degeneration that has been accumulated in his heart. So Dexter's appeal for blood is to find lost memories.
"Bloodstain identification?" I thought for a while and then raised my eyebrows and said, "From the bloodstains at the crime scene, can you interpret the time and space information of the crime? What's the fun in this, the scene of an ordinary murder case, the victim sheds There's only so much blood. The smell of blood can't cover the smell of corpse."
Hearing me say the career information he was interested in, Dexter finally turned around, put down the food in his hand, and looked at me squarely. I didn't make eye contact with him, and the two were silent for a while.
Dexter laughed suddenly and said: "You missed a point, blood can also decipher the criminal information and personal information contained in it. Including the walking route, the circumstances of the murder, the fingerprints and DNA. Think about it, just So many things can be analyzed with just a little blood. Doesn't blood have its magical charm?"
"What if the victim's blood turns into a pool of blood?" I suddenly added a sentence when he had just finished. "The blood from the aorta in the neck and neck spurted out and splashed on your face. ... Are you saying that the blood of a person's body is enough to fill the floor of a room?"
"Gada" Dexter accidentally knocked off the textbook on his right, and it took him a while to bend down and pick it up.
"The total blood volume in a person's body is about 8% of body weight, and only 80% of the blood flows in the blood vessels. So, to fill the entire room with the blood of one victim, It's unrealistic." Dexter's voice was low and gloomy. "And I don't recommend you do it either."
I don't know if what I said just now had any images that aroused the subconscious memory feedback in his mind. But from what he said, I was amused to find that he seemed to regard me as a potential murderer? Well, although in a way he wasn't wrong.
"No one said to do this!" I deliberately raised my voice, making the grievance of being innocent and wronged. "Only, think about it... For a child, even the surrounding furniture is twice as large as what he saw when he grew up. Then an adult's whole body blood, it is estimated that he will also give that child one, himself. How does it feel to be immersed in a pool of blood?"
With a bang, the coffee in my hand fell on the table. Fortunately, it was taken out, and it was covered with a lid and did not spill. One of Dexter's hands grabbed the wrist of one of my hands before I could react.
"Go on kids, whatever excuses you have. I'll send you to hell..." Dexter warned in a low, hoarse voice that only the two of us could hear.
Unaffected by the tense atmosphere he created, I suddenly laughed. "Hahaha, what are you thinking? I'm just talking about seeing a scene in a game. Sometimes I think this kind of game scene is really cruel." Dexter was told by my response. I was stunned, and it took him a while to let go of my hand.
"Sorry, what you said was too rambunctious. I misunderstood." Dexter explained with a polite apology. Thinking that in just ten minutes of conversation today, I let him disconnect several times, and I can't help but feel better.
"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I saw you and your father go shopping at that fishing tackle store," I mentioned casually. "Have you changed your interests?"
While spying on Sheriff Harry and Dexter, I've noticed that they go fishing every once in a while. Following them, I found out where they bought their tackle and bait, and the boat dock. And because of this, I have come up with a more detailed relationship plan that is similar to approaching Debra.
Sure enough, Dexter paused again when he heard my words, and then asked suspiciously, "Have we met before?"
"No..." I calmly shook my head and said, "It's just that I worked part-time at Burger King around that fishing tackle store and met you a few times. If you want to say why I have a deep memory of you, it's just my colleague and the little girl at the time. I've nagged a few times that you're handsome. I resigned from there a week ago, and I just wanted to drop by when I saw you."
There was indeed a Burger King around the tackle shop, and Sheriff Harry and he had a habit of buying something to eat on the boat before going fishing. While I was following Dexter, I did see a waitress accost him. It is best to tell a lie that it is 90% true and 10% false in order to appear credible. The only false point, but it will be a decisive change.
"Burger King? ... Do you work there, I haven't seen you." Dexter's suspicions were significantly reduced after I unintentionally revealed the time, place and person who knew him, and he made the final determination. .
"Of course, because I work in the back kitchen. I'm not very suitable for the job of communicating with customers, so the supervisor left me in the logistics. I have seen you a few times, you are holding fishing tackle, because I also like to go out to sea A fisherman, so I took a special look. Later I found out that you are the one the little girl said." I took a sip of coffee and replied calmly.
"Is that so," Dexter nodded, confirming the credibility of my words. He then turned to explaining: "My father passed away, so no one asked me to go fishing with me, so I never went there again."
"Ah sorry...I don't know," I said the reaction everyone would have, and then asked: "Which waters did you fish in before? There aren't many people in the west because of the recent pollution. Dare to go. I also want to change places."
Half a month ago, the newspaper reported that the waters west of Miami were polluted by the spilled crude oil. If there were fewer fish, even those who fished would not come. A whole bunch of associations are protesting, so the question I'm asking makes sense.
Dexter now also understands the recent violent things, so he has no doubts and said directly: "We are in the Eastern Waters, and it is not affected there. If you want, you can go there. "
"East? I heard that there is no chartered boat there..." I showed an embarrassed look on my face, "I even rented fishing tackle on the spot, which is really difficult. Living in the only outdoor sports center There is no way to go."
Dexter's brows loosened a little. Obviously, in his previous impression, a person who needs to earn money from part-time jobs for living expenses cannot have the money and spare time to do such a thing. The first is that there will be no ships.
"Why don't we go together at an appointment, I can drive my father's boat, so I don't have to let it rust." For some reason, Dexter actually said the invitation. "By the way, what's your name? We haven't exchanged names yet. I'm Dexter Morgan." He held out his hand.
Dexter's sudden invitation was completely out of my script. After all, how could Dexter be so accessible? According to my comparison, it is impossible for me to invite a person who is just chatting with each other for a while during lunch time, and hang out with them.
Could it be the power of those ridiculous bloodlines? But isn't he still damn can't remember what happened? So why exactly? If you are still suspicious of me...
Because the goal that was originally set to be achieved after a lot of procedures was achieved in a while. Instead, I hesitated for a while before replying: "Karl Black. ... Although I say thank you very much for your invitation, it's a bit sudden. I'm very happy, yes, but can you tell me why?"
Perhaps it was my hesitation that dispelled some of Dexter's doubts. He smiled and replied, "Because I think the two of us get along quite well, don't we? It would be too boring if we were fishing in silence. Harry should be happy that I made some good friends before... Friends to pass the time."
Dexter hasn't broken his ring yet! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but admire the sheriff. His influence on Dexter was so profound that even after his death, Dexter still didn't shoot right away. I know Sheriff Harry made a rule for Dexter to only kill the people who deserve to be killed. Because that kind of person doesn't care, it reduces the risk of being discovered.
But the rules are the rules of killing, but the agreement between Dexter and Sheriff Harry during his lifetime was the agreement not to kill before Harry died. It's been a while since Harry's death, and Dexter still hasn't done it. It has to be said that Sheriff Harry really has a high place in his heart.
"It's a bit unexpected for your reason, but I accept this explanation." Some jealous thoughts were suppressed by me, I smiled lightly and said: "Exchange contact information, we can go back and set a time."