The business district near Bogle Street has changed completely unrecognizable in the past ten years. The most noticeable difference is the nearly doubled street width. The buildings on both sides of the street were not in the style of bungalows made of old wood for this purpose, but were changed into board houses.
I stood on the commercial street and looked around, comparing what Brian remembered in my mind. The memory of the place he and Dexter used to go together, and the memory of my mother buying them an ice cream to share is the only thing I can find, Brian's impression of this commercial street.
Dexter is a very punctual man, and as we approached our appointment time, he appeared across the street. Apparently Dexter had no memory of this high street, so he didn't show any reaction. After all, even Brian's own memory had a vague impression of this place, let alone his younger brother who was not old enough to remember at the time.
"Carl, morning." Dexter trotted across the road, came to me, raised his hand and said hello. In fact, it's almost noon now, but I didn't mean to talk too much, just nodded to signal him to follow.
"I haven't really visited this old town." Dexter followed me, gradually walking through most of the commercial street, towards the nearby Bogle Street. After the two of us were silent for nearly five minutes, he finally couldn't bear to speak.
Of course he hadn't been around, and Harry had been trying very hard to keep him out of the area where he lived with Brian and his mother before that happened, in order to keep him from touching memories of his childhood. Even because of this, when he was buying a new house, he moved his home as far as possible from here.
But looking at Dexter, who wasn't too composure, he's a little more immature than I imagined. Maybe only after he actually started those killings and turned into a cold monster. Under the fake smile mask, it will really become unpopular. His performance now shows that it is not too late for me to intervene.
"It is said to be the old city, but it has been completely renovated. The scene in your eyes now has no resemblance to the one ten years ago." In response to his words, I did not hide my words, indicating that in fact I am right Facts about what this neighborhood looked like more than a decade ago. In fact, that's what I'm trying to make him suspicious of.
Take him through the prosperous center of the commercial street, gradually approaching the end of the street to a crossroads. Across the corner from the intersection is a red fire hydrant. Although the pavement has long since been resurfaced, the fire hydrant still sits on the familiar street corner.
As I watched the fire hydrant, Brian's memory flashed through his mind. He and Dexter were naughty and mischievous from the front, chasing and fighting. Then Dexter stumbled and fell next to the fire hydrant, nearly hitting his head on it. In the end, the culprit, Brian, was beaten on the ass by his mother.
Just as I was staring at the fire hydrant, Dexter gave me a sudden push and said, "The light is green, let's go. What are you looking at?" He also looked in the direction I was looking at.
Hearing his voice, I subconsciously replied: "You have to look left and right before you go." Then I stopped abruptly, Dexter's face was filled with a blank expression, he looked at the zebra crossing The fire hydrant on the opposite street corner looked a little out of focus. And my words that came out of nowhere were the words that Brian's mother used to say when she was crossing the road with her two brothers.
In the past three days, although I have also been here with Dillon and the real estate agent, I have been here a few times to rearrange the old house. But maybe it's because the people I follow are different, so I don't have any special memories flashed.
But on the way back with Dexter today, maybe the people and scenes around me finally overlapped, and the memories of Brian in my mind kept popping up like I had opened a Pandora's box.
I watched Dexter's absent-mindedness for a while until the green light turned to a flashing red light, a reminder to pedestrians when it was time to change. In turn, I pushed his arm and said, "Let's go now, or you'll have to wait another round." Dexter then came back from his lost state, and he avoided my sight. , buried his head and took the lead.
Maybe it was the two of us on the way out of order, or maybe it was because I was waiting for Dexter's answer, and Dexter was waiting for my explanation. So we didn't say a word to each other until we got to 103 Bogle Street.
Finally, at this moment, standing in front of their former home. Although the old house was already a bit run down, the familiar feeling that made my eyes and nose sore, still filled my five senses. I looked at Dexter's expression. There was some confusion and doubt on his face, and there was a look of panic in his eyes.
He still couldn't remember it for a while. But it doesn't matter, I remember every scene here so well. In other words, in his ten-year career in a mental sanatorium, these memories that supported Brian's failure to collapse have long been firmly engraved in his soul.
"103 Bogle Street." I smiled and said to Dexter, "Although it looks like such a run-down old house, it once had its youth."
I smiled and pointed to Dexter as the entrance was supposed to be a garden and lawn, but now there is only a clearing of loess. "There used to be pink and blue flowers here. The tall bushes, and my brother and I, who have long forgotten all about it, just played peekaboo here."
"Then mom would open the door from the room and come out, walking down the stairs and yelling... 'Two little bastards, got themselves dirty again. Wash your hands and eat...'" I looked at the empty space in front of me, And the dilapidated old house behind the vacant lot, ignoring Dexter's reaction and talking to himself.
I pushed open the white wooden railing door, which had some rotten paint, and was the first to walk in. As I walked around Dexter, I saw his expression. This is the first time I've seen such a...how to say...fragile expression on his face
Dexter just stared blankly at everything around, Yi Bu Yi followed behind me. He still didn't say a word until I opened the door to the house with the key.
Unlike the desolate and dilapidated appearance outside, the house is not empty and full of dust. After signing the house purchase contract, I spent a day hiring a cleaning company to help me clean, and went to the second-hand furniture market to buy furniture that was as close to what I remembered as possible.
So at this moment, the house in front of Dexter's eyes, after I turned on the warm yellow lights, was accompanied by the bottle of fresh carnations on the dining table. The entire space seems to have not changed in more than ten years. I watched as Dexter ambled past me to the center of the room.
He looked at the decorations and furniture in the living room and dining room in a panic, and then quickly pushed open the other closed doors one after another in the room. A room that was originally a baby room turned into our dollhouse. Apart from the garden, that room was our main base when we were young.
It's just that there is nothing in the room, and I only have time to decorate the living room and dining room in one day. But Dexter's abruptly frozen look let me know that memories that had been lurking in his mind for so many years had finally come back to life.
Dexter pushed open another room, which had been the bedroom of the two brothers. Brian and Dexter's mother bought the brothers a bunk bed. This is still the dream of most boys when they are young, hoping to have a bunk bed.
Brian slept in the top bunk, and Dexter's bed was the bottom bunk.
Brian once made fun of Dexter, the reason Dexter sleeps in the bottom bunk is because he wets the bed all the time. Sleeping under him, afraid of being woken up by the "rain" in the middle of the night. Because of this, Dexter once made a fuss about sleeping in the top bunk. In the end, it was the mother who presided over justice and asked Brian and his brother to share weal and woe and sleep on the bottom bunk together.
The other, the master bedroom of Brian and Dexter's mother. The two brothers didn't go into the master bedroom very often, because their mother didn't want them to have more access to the men coming and going.
That's right, in fact, the mother of the two brothers was not a gentle and tutored woman in the traditional sense. She lived in a slum since she was a child, and drug and pornography were the source of income she once lived for and supported the three-person family.
But the real reason she was brutally murdered was because she was Sheriff Harry's informant! The exposure of the police undercover has implicated the mother of the two brothers. Drugs worth hundreds of thousands of dollars were lost inexplicably, making her a scapegoat.
Could Sheriff Harry really adopt a victim's child just out of sympathy? Then he is going to open a welfare home. It's just the guilt in his heart that he can only use this kind of thing to atone for his sins. This is also why, Harry Morgan, who has been upright and straight all his life, will no longer kill his relatives righteously in the end.
Isn't this kind of thing too despicable? It's because of Harry that our two brothers are what they are today. But in front of Dexter, he has become a father who has brought up Brian's younger brother. The root of the injury is to let people be grateful to him.
This is the source of Brian's hatred for the Harry Morgan family.
"So, tell me, Dexter." I stood behind him, looking at his trembling back with clenched fists, and asked indifferently, "Have you found the lost thing you were looking for? What happened in the past, you How much do you remember?"
"... Beanie..." His inaudible voice reached my ears through the warm afternoon air. He slowly turned around and looked at me. I saw the mask of falsehood that he had been inlaid on his face for a long time, torn by the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Yeah, you always called me Beanie." I smiled, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of my eyes, I could only feel the burning pain in my eyes. "You always couldn't pronounce my name when you were a kid. So you probably still don't know, but Beanie was just a variation of Brian."