For the final mission before the turnaround, James and Sid chose the road mission because none of them could row a boat. And Dillon and I chose the water mission after taking into account the generally twisty, twisty, alleys and streets that can get lost in the UK.
It's very easy to find the small rafts and poles prepared by the Fast Forward program team for the mission on the moat in Oxford, because there are countless streets in the whole town, but the moat is so conspicuous. As long as we don't spend too much time rowing, we can still guarantee the lead.
After leaving the train station, we quickly found the mission location of the water detour mission with the help of the travel brochure and map we bought earlier. Because the previous roadblock mission was a two-person mission, this time the detour mission is just the opposite. This time, only one person can punt the boat from start to finish, and the other person is a passenger.
Dillon, who had more physical strength, chose to punt, while I sat on the other side of the boat to guide. The boats here are not rowed with double wooden oars, but more like those in Venice, propelled by a long pole.
"I thought about the previous question, Dillon." Sitting on the bow, watching Dillon skillfully push the wooden boat very smoothly, I still opened my mouth to break the silence and said: "I prefer work related to my professional technology, otherwise Didn't I get my Stanford BA in Psychology for nothing?"
After I finished speaking, I smiled and spread my hands to him who came over: "And I have to take into account my stupid brother. Although his mental state has stabilized because of my treatment before we set off, I know that it is only superficial. subsided. He needs longer observational supervision."
"Dexter said he wanted to finish his medical-surgery career, and then instead of being an intern, he was going to be a bloodstain appraiser at the police station where his cheap dad was? Forensic?" Dillon heard me mention The factor of relatives, I recalled and said.
"Yes, and in the police station, if he really gets out of the water in the end, he can still make it dark under the lights." I said half-jokingly and half-seriously. In fact, although we don't say it, the three of us, including Dexter himself, cannot be 100% sure of the future direction.
After all, things like mental illness are sometimes completely beyond the scope of human change. Perhaps with the help of knowledge, pdst patients can learn to suppress and ease, but the pathogen, which has been caused by previous external factors, is almost impossible to completely eliminate.
More than a decade ago, Dexter, who still can't remember clearly, was forced by a psychiatrist to suppress his inner shadow before he realized what had happened. However, after more than ten years, it still broke out? Now, before he broke out, I was once again combing that shadow and urge again, suppressing it again. But who knows what will happen to stimulate him more than ten years later.
"Brian," Dillon's eyes showed a helpless smile, "I am a retired soldier and a good citizen who abides by the laws of the country. You told me so blatantly that your brother may evolve into a criminal in the future, is it really okay? ?"
"That's why we have to keep an eye on his situation." I shrugged indifferently, "If Dexter really wants to become a forensic doctor, maybe I will also become a civil servant and become a police counselor. good."
"Then your instructor is probably crying overkill, right?" Dillon shook his head and the brow between his eyebrows expressed his disapproval. "And does it really satisfy your intellectual curiosity? A nine-to-five civil servant, you're a lot like Dexter, but very different."
I froze for a moment and then sighed: "I know. Dexter's adoptive father Harry Morgan raised him to hide himself among the general population. But my living environment has always told me to go out... rush Get out of those shackles..." In the more than ten years of the mental hospital, in addition to teaching me to pretend, there is still a trace of unwillingness to be ordinary.
The shaping of the performative personality may be the reason why I choose to be in the reality show.
"Have you thought about going the way of Spencer Red?" Dillon suddenly suggested, "It's also using your professional knowledge and skills, but joining the fbi." I looked up at him in amazement. His expression looked hesitant yet thoughtful.
"I have a record of mental illness." Although I was a little moved for a moment, Brian's natural disgust and subconscious avoidance of people like the police made me immediately pull out a reason. "You should also know the FBI's review process, but they all make the net worth of all test-takers extremely poor."
"But there are special recruits, don't they?" Dillon said in a low voice, without giving up: "Even people with criminal records, as long as they have special abilities that others can't replicate, they will still recruit as special advisors."
Yes, I know he's right at all. Even a world-renowned thief and financial fraudster like Neil Caffrey can become a special advisor to the FBI's white-collar crime department because of the care of his police cat. The flexibility of the FBI's regulations is unquestionable. But my ability? Judging from the paperwork alone, I'm just a psychology student about to graduate from an Ivy League university.
In the real world, those few inconspicuous written documents are the things that judge your ability and qualifications in the eyes of others. If I really want to be able to make my written documents look different to the state. Further study in psychology is unavoidable if several clinical trial studies and reports can be completed and published successfully. That will be my chance to move up.
"Maybe it's time for me to start thinking about these things." My mind started to compose a new plan. Since the goal is Red's path, my research and presentations can focus on that aspect of criminal psychology.
And the previous personal experience, the notorious East End killer David Vincent, and the vicious video dismemberment case William's boyfriend, can become the material of my writing. Nothing is more convincing than a case that has been experienced firsthand. And the psychological research of antisocial personality, what is more accurate than the research of a person with this personality.
After completing my research and report, send it to well-known professors and well-known academic journals in various universities. This is the first step in my intention to build my reputation. And I don't have to worry that after completing these studies, Jiang Lang has nothing to write. There is nothing simpler than a sociopath, sensing the presence of another sociopath.
Think of being able to confront those humans who have released their inner monsters, and write them down one by one. Not only did my pupils dilate a little out of focus, but my adrenal glands became excited. When I came back to my senses, I noticed that Dillon looked at my reaction worriedly, and then raised a finger to my back.
It turned out that the raft that had been around Raohe had finally reached the end, and I saw the fast-moving clue card under the deck of the arch bridge in front of me, which was close to the top of the bridge hole. Slowly maintaining my balance, I stood up from the boat. When Dillon sent the boat smoothly under the bridge hole, he accurately tore off a clue card.
"Go ashore to the nearby Magdalen College, where you can see the turn card. If the turn card is empty, you can choose to turn a team of opponents. And if the turn card is your picture, that means you need to turn to the Another detour mission. After completing the detour mission, you can go to the end of this stage.”
After Dillon docked the boat on the shore, with Dillon's support, I read it out while looking at the clue card in my hand, and jumped off the boat and put on my luggage. As soon as we landed, we ran towards the gate of Magdalen College, and the photographer who followed us on the other boat, because the previous long-distance follow-up could not keep up, replaced it with the one who had been waiting on the shore for a long time. Photographer's relay shot.
When we rushed to the turn card with some breathlessness, the board was still empty. Taking care of the filming process of the show, I turned my head to look at Dillon deliberately and said, "Then according to the previous idea, we are going to turn back the police couple, Tevez and Vera."
Dillon responded to my gaze, and rarely responded, "No matter what you want to do, just let it go, and I will always stand behind you to support you." This sentence has a double meaning, and I was stunned for a while. After that, I understood what he meant.
Owning Dillon was like finding my own reins, at least not having to worry about over-playing myself and getting out of control. And no matter what happens, knowing that someone is watching over you feels unexpectedly good. Most importantly, safety issues are also guaranteed.
Before Harry Morgan died, Dexter had his own reins. His adoptive father held him firmly so that he would not easily lose control. After his adoptive father died, I took his reins as quickly as possible. And thankfully, I also found my reins. That feeling is as if, in the boundless prairie, I found the direction to go.
"Clap!" With a sound, I put the photos of Tevez and Vera on the turntable. I can almost imagine the annoyed look on those two people's faces when they came here after completing one of the detours and found their photo on it.
With a slightly evil and smug smile happily raised, I waved my hand towards the camera lens, and then pulled Dillon and started sprinting towards the end of this stop. I hope that these two guys can be eliminated smoothly this time. If not, then continue to toss at the next stop!