Chapter 68
Chapter 68
"But I'm more interested in those clean and ever-changing bloodstains than corpses." Dexter's tone of reply finally became less stereotyped.This may be the first time, since the death of Sheriff Harry, that Dexter has talked about what he wants to do and his interests.So he finally spoke with life.
This kind of remark was completely incomprehensible to his classmates, those students who basically studied in the medical department to become a commendable surgeon.Not to mention the "friends" he made in order to cover up his abnormality, that's even more impossible to talk about.
After all, he made himself popular in the eyes of others, but just so that others would not see his weirdness.But if the person in front of him is a weirder person, and it is a stranger, he will not be so nervous.
But the point I heard was not his tone, but the bloodstains mentioned in his words.Blood, the word's connection to our brothers, was impossible to undo from that day on.The chainsaw killer who killed Brian and Dexter's mother was rude and unrefined when using the chainsaw, causing the victim's blood to splatter, turning what used to be a dock container into a sea of blood.
It seems that even if Dexter no longer remembers it, he still subconsciously has an impression of the sea of blood that soaked him for three days.If Brian's appeal for blood is to suppress the fear caused by the shadow in his heart and release the hatred of transgender 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 raised my eyebrows and said, "From the bloodstains at the crime scene, can we interpret the time information and space information of the crime? There's only so much blood. The smell of blood can't cover the smell of corpses."
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 meet his eyes, and the two were silent for a while.
Dexter suddenly laughed and said: "You missed a little bit, the bloodstains can also interpret the criminal behavior information and personal information contained in it. Including the walking route, the circumstances of the murder, handprints, footprints and DNA. Think about it, it's just It is such a little blood, and so many things can be analyzed. 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 speaking. "The blood from the main artery in the neck sprayed out and splashed on your face....Do you think the blood in a person's body is enough to fill the floor of a room?"
"Gada" Dexter accidentally dropped the textbook on his right hand, and it took him a moment to bend down to pick it up.
"The total blood volume in a person's body accounts for about eight percent of body weight, and only 80.00% of it flows in blood vessels. Therefore, it is unreasonable to fill an entire room with the blood of a victim." Practical things." Dexter's voice was low and dark. "And I don't advise you to do that either."
I don't know if what I just said has aroused the image of subconscious memory feedback in his mind.But from what he said, I found it funny that he seemed to regard me as a potential murderer?Well, although in a way he was right.
"No one said they would do this!" I deliberately raised my voice, making an innocent and wronged grievance. "It's just that, think about it... For a child, even the surrounding furniture is twice as big as it is when he grows up. Then the whole body blood of an adult will probably be given to that child. How does it feel to be soaked in a pool of blood?"
With a bang, the coffee in my hand fell on the table.Fortunately, it was a takeaway, and it was covered with a lid so that it didn't spill out.One of Dexter's hands grabbed the wrist of the other before I knew it.
"No matter what excuse you have for attacking a child. I'll send you to hell..." Dexter's voice was low and hoarse, warning in my ear at a volume that only the two of us could hear.
Unaffected by the tense atmosphere he created, I suddenly laughed. "Hahahaha, what are you thinking? What I'm talking about is just seeing a scene in a game. Sometimes I think this kind of game scene is really cruel." Dexter was shocked by my response. I was stunned, and it took him a while to let go of my hand.
"Sorry, you're being so ambiguous. I misunderstood," Dexter explained politely and apologetically.Thinking that I had him disconnected several times during the short ten-minute conversation today, I couldn'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 shop," I mentioned casually. "Have you changed your interests?"
When I was monitoring Sergeant Harry and Dexter before, I discovered that they would go fishing every once in a while.Following them, I figured out the shop where they bought tackle and bait, and the boat dock.And because of this, I have come up with a relationship plan that is similar to approaching Debra, but more detailed.
Sure enough, Dexter paused again when he heard my words, and then asked suspiciously, "Have we met before?"
"No..." I shook my head calmly and said, "It's just that I worked part-time at the Burger King near that fishing tackle shop and met you a few times. If I want to say why I remember you deeply, it's just that the little girl who was my colleague at the time and I have nagged you a few times that you are handsome. I resigned from there a week ago, and I just saw you and wanted to stop by and ask."
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.A lie must be [-]% true and [-]% false to be credible.The only false point, but it will be a decisive change.
"Burger King?... Do you work there? I haven't seen you before." After I seemingly inadvertently revealed the time, place and people who knew him, Dexter's doubts were obviously reduced, and he made the final confirmation .
"Of course, because I work in the back kitchen. I'm not very suitable for communicating with customers, so the supervisor threw me in the logistics. I've seen you a few times, you are holding fishing tackle, because I also like to go to sea You are a fisherman, so I took a special look. I found out later that you are the person the little girl said." I took a sip of coffee and replied calmly.
"Is that so?" Dexter confirmed the credibility of my words and nodded.He then went on to explain: "My father passed away, so no one asked me to go fishing with me, and I didn't do it again."
"Ah, I'm sorry... I don't know," I said the reaction everyone would have, and then asked, "Speaking of which waters you fished in before? There are not many people in the west because of the pollution not long ago. Dare to go. I also want to change places."
Half a month ago, newspapers reported that the waters west of Miami were polluted by the leaked crude oil, and there were fewer fish even if the fishermen stopped coming.A whole bunch of associations are protesting, so the question I'm asking is also valid.
Dexter now also has some understanding of the recent violent incidents, so he didn't have any doubts, and said directly: "We are in the east water area, and it is not affected there. If you want, you can go there. "
"East? I heard that there is no boat rental there..." I showed a embarrassed look on my face, "I even rent fishing tackle on the spot, which is really difficult. I live in the only place where outdoor sports can be done. 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 a part-time job for living expenses is impossible to have the money and leisure to do such a thing.The first is that there will be no boats.
"Why don't we make an appointment to go together, I can drive my father's boat, so I don't have to leave it to 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.How could Dexter be so accessible after all?In my comparison, it is impossible for me to invite someone who just chatted with each other for a while at lunch time to hang out.
Could it be the power of those ridiculous bloodlines?But isn't he still damned unable to remember what happened back then?So why exactly?If you still have doubts about me...
Because the goal that was originally set to be achieved after a lot of procedures was achieved in a short while.Instead, I hesitated for a moment before responding: "Karl Black...Although I thank you very much for your invitation, it is really a bit sudden. I am very happy, yes, but can you tell me why?"
Maybe it was my hesitation that dispelled some of Dexter's doubts.He smiled and replied, "Because I think the two of us can get along, don't we? It's pretty dull when one is fishing in silence. Harry should be glad I handed in some energy before... Friends who pass the time."
Dexter hasn't broken the ring yet!Thinking of this, I couldn't help admiring the sheriff.His influence on Dexter was so profound that even after his death, Dexter still didn't make a move right away.I know that Sheriff Harry made a rule for Dexter to only kill people who deserve to be killed.Because no one cares about that kind of person, the risk of being discovered is reduced.
But the rules are the rules of killing people, but the agreement between Dexter and Sheriff Harry was an agreement not to kill people before Harry died.Not long after Harry's death, Dexter still hasn't done anything. It has to be said that Sheriff Harry really has a high position in his heart.
"I'm a little surprised at your reason, but I accept this explanation." Some jealous thoughts were suppressed by me, I smiled lightly and said: "Exchange contact information, we can set a time later."
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