"Morning, Carl." Dexter parked his car in a parking space on the side of the road, got out of the car and greeted me who had been waiting. "You are really light, and you didn't bring any tools."
"I brought a hamburger fast food for two," I smiled and held up the plastic bag in my hand, "Let's go, let's rent fishing gear first."
When renting fishing gear, the clerk needs the customer to register with the certificate, which avoids the loss of fishing gear and the problem of compensation. I noticed that Dexter deliberately walked over to take a look out of the corner of the eye as he took out his ID. But this is just useless work, because the craftsmanship of the person recommended by Mrs. Nan can even hide the old cat of the white-collar crime department who is very proficient in counterfeiting.
Grab the fishing gear and follow Dexter to the pier. I was finally lucky enough to see the inside of this ship that once belonged to Sheriff Harry. Before, I could only watch him and Harry get on the boat and leave the port from afar. And now Harry's death is like making way for me.
That kind of sour feeling that you took my brother away from my arms back then, who is it now or who is it, and that Lao Tzu is back, makes my mood brighter. It is estimated that it is also this kind of happiness, so that the atmosphere between the two of us is not as rigid as we imagined.
Skillfully helping Dexter start the ship and guide the departure from the port, every action is as skilled as a veteran. The doubt in Dexter's eyes has long since vanished. Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that I had never actually sailed to sea before.
Fishing was almost practiced during the month the survivors were filming. But the thing about sailing and manoeuvring is because I've watched Dexter do it over and over, so I'm familiar with it.
With the boat we were on, we went through the waterway to the deep waters. Along the way Dexter was like a very amiable young man, greeting and smiling to the people on the boats he came across. Several people still knew Dexter, and as the two ships passed by, they couldn't help but chat.
To be honest, even if I wasn't pretending to be Carl Black, but Brian as usual, I couldn't have put on that warm smile that made me goosebumps. It's not that Dexter's disguise is too embarrassing for his phobia to strike, it's that he's disguised too well, just too thoroughly.
Dexter's usual mask to people, and the real him hidden underneath, are almost two extremes. That is to say, he is always tensing the nerves in his mind at all times. No wonder it was getting harder and harder for him to control his desire to release. My mask at least mixes with some of my true self underneath, not someone else outright.
"Speaking of the pier I used to go to, it was really a disaster." After I saw that the ship had sailed into the wide waters, and the nearest ship around us was at least tens of meters away, I started talking. .
"Oh? How to say?" Dexter asked as he sorted out the tackle he was going to use later. "Although environmental pollution is a big problem, that's a problem, right?"
"Natural and man-made disasters, both of them are concentrated over there. What is more than more disasters?" The reason why I started this topic was to bring the focus of our talk into a range that both he and I would be interested in. "David Vincent, you know what?"
"..." Dexter didn't respond to me right away, he paused, and then put the bait in his hand on the hook, pretending not to care. "The serial murderer in the Eastern District who was caught after escaping for several years? Of course I know, it looked like it was very violent in the newspapers."
"Yes," I said with a smile, "but do you know that after the case was solved, the police found the place where he had escaped and murdered and hid his body through his confession in prison. In the waters, dozens of body bags sank to the bottom of the sea. Thinking about the people who have been fishing there over the years, maybe many of the fish they have eaten have eaten human flesh."
Dexter had a warm smile on his face as he greeted people passing by, and responded, "Oh yes? That's really unfortunate, no one will have a psychological shadow and never fish again, right?" He talked about the topic as if he were discussing the weather with someone.
"Maybe, I'm not as familiar as you and the strangers passing by." I said in a meaningful way. "So I have no way of knowing if anyone is so unlucky. Do you know what David Vincent's method of murder is?"
Dexter seemed to be sarcastic in my words, and I couldn't hear it at all. He still replied naturally: "I really don't know much about this. Even if the newspapers reported that the report was fierce, but because the body was not found immediately, those media could not report these things."
"Oh, what a pity they didn't report." I chuckled and pushed my glasses with the back of my hand. "The media's careful reporting of the means of harm can give many potential criminals a good idea. Murderers generally don't have mentors, so they can figure out the truth by groping and practicing by themselves. And the victim is already dead, and the media picks up the dead person. If you fry it, the dead will not be able to say no to it."
Because Dexter didn't respond to the previous hint, I didn't hesitate to take a heavy hand. Murderers generally don't have mentors, of course it's a matter of course. Not like a criminal who exploits legal loopholes, you can also find a legal counsel for consultation. Where can a murderer find a criminal counselor
But Dexter was different. He really had a mentor. And the mentor of a potential serial murderer turned out to be a policeman, something Dexter knew very well in his heart. The ironic fact was poked by me with a casual sentence, and I didn't believe that he would have no reaction at all.
Sure enough, Dexter's hand tightened tightly on the fishing rod. Then he sighed again and said, "You know so much about a serial murderer like David Vincent. This makes me have a question. If the media doesn't report it, how are you? Do you know so well about that?"
The counterattack, which was innocuous to me, made me smile inwardly. Even if his inner desires are in the dark, and the techniques he has trained to erase his traces are more proficient, he is far from me in terms of psychological attack.
"What's there to be suspicious of? Naturally, I was interested and learned about it. This kind of thing is not a secret, and if you want to know it, you won't be able to find it out." I answered very calmly, without any Without hesitation, a new and more in-depth topic was opened. "And you know what? David Vincent's method of killing is using fishing line."
As I spoke, I stirred the fishing line in my hands, imitating what I saw on David with my own eyes. The two ends of the fishing line are twisted in the hands a few times, and there is some loose space in the middle, but it can easily wrap a person's neck in a circle.
Dexter's originally very stable emotions were finally stirred up by me. I know that feeling very well, because that's how I felt when I knew I was being targeted by David Vincent. How similar, people who thought they were predators accidentally found themselves being targeted by a more powerful predator.
Every movement of mine imitated David Vincent so vividly that even if Dexter was sure I wouldn't do it here, he didn't feel like he stood up, took a few steps away from me, and reached a A safe distance from yourself.
Dexter fell silent for a while, before finally recovering from the sound of a seagull and speaking. "Murder by suffocation? As far as I know, this is the most inefficient and labor-intensive killing method. It's thankless to imitate such a person. After all, its user has been caught, isn't it?"
Of course, of course I know its user is caught. And I made it happen myself. The wickedness in my heart kept rising.
Inexplicably, I found that when I got along with this brother who was originally Brian, my mood was always in a dark and bright state. It is completely different from Dillon, who naturally attracted my positive personality. But this is the joy that ignited from the other side of the original Brian, who is a dark side personality.
"Don't worry too much, Dexter." I laughed, then said in a pleasant tone, "Did I tell you shortly when we first met? Blood is also my favorite... or I'll give it a shot. Video games can't kill people and see blood, isn't it too boring."
In the middle of the conversation, I also paused, and then changed the words that were almost equal to stating my desire to kill, and changed it to talk about video games like the usual teenagers chatting.
It's different from my whole being in a happy mood because I teased my younger brother. Dexter was in a state of defense because of my words. It is estimated that even he did not expect that when we met for the first time in college, I left a lot of energy to face him.
After all, if you want to invite Jun into the urn, it is the easiest way to first show weakness to let the other party underestimate the enemy, and then turn against the army.
After a long silence because of my words, Dexter finally couldn't hold back and said, "Karl Black, you are such a strange person." After a pause, he asked again. "Since you like the game of killing so much, can you tell me what you think is the most perfect way to kill?"
By the time we were both silent, I had already put the bait on the hook, stood back-to-back with Dexter, and fished the other side of the boat. Hearing that he finally spoke, a wanton smile appeared on my invisible face.
"Dexter, don't you understand? There is no perfect way to kill in the world." I said flatly: "As long as you do it, it will leave traces. Even if the murderer cleans up the crime scene, the body Hidden at the bottom of the water that never sees light, an alibi can also be obtained here. But the people who are close to him will one day realize that something is wrong."
"..." Dexter was silent for a long time, and then I heard a low, hoarse reply: "Why?"
"Because monsters covered in bloody smell, it is impossible to hide in the crowd forever. Let alone integrate into the crowd." I replied gently. Only this sentence, there is no hint of sarcasm in my tone.