Psychological Control

Chapter 75

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!!!" Dexter suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs. "Why are you doing this?! If I forget, why do you force me to remember? Aren't you being too selfish?"

Dexter's words made my originally steady breathing confused for a moment. Under his questioning, I managed to make myself speak calmly.I smiled and answered him word by word: "Yes, I'm just too selfish. But so what?!"

"You were adopted by the damn police, and you have a group of fake family members. How would you know like this? When I finally managed to control myself to lie to those white coats and leave that isolated tomb. But I found these The only psychological pillar in the past year, my brother who is connected by blood, has completely forgotten my own feelings??"

I finally couldn't bear it and lost control in front of him. The part of my body that belonged to Brian screamed his pain frantically.But I still smiled gracefully and spoke softly.Although only I know how much truth there is in this smile. "We stayed in the pool of blood for three days. The idiot police headed by your adoptive father didn't find us until the blood had coagulated into two centimeters thick scabs."

"You were taken away at the scene of the crime that was exactly the same as this scene at this time. Because those so-called experts believe that you are not yet old enough to remember. So you will gradually forget about this incident, and you will not be responsible for your future. Life has an impact." I laughed out loud, as if the words I said were not controlled by myself, but by Brian.The real Brian was speaking.

"What a ridiculous conclusion? Look at you now! What's the difference between you and me who was judged to be crazy at the time?! It's not even better than my current state. Thanks to the Harry Police The long blessing is also because he forcibly took you away from my arms, which makes me unable to forget every scene at that time!"

"So, in order to get revenge on me who forgot all of this... did you deliberately approach me and force me to remember all of this?" Dexter's voice was a little lost, and he looked at me like I was under the moon. Like the ghost of my own, lifeless.

"Ha, is this your understanding of what I've done?" I suddenly had a pitiful urge to feel sorry for Brian, who had been replaced by me and gradually disappeared from my body. "Is it true that you have never had love in your heart?... As long as it disappears in your memory, you will never feel it again, right?"

"What remains in me, the love that was sealed away more than ten years ago, the four-year-old little Brian's love for you. He forced me to do all this for you... In the end, what you get is what you think is revenge?"

"Sociopaths don't have love, and you should know this kind of thing very well." Dexter's tone suddenly became low, and he stopped trembling, but threw me off and covered him The hands on the backs of the hands clenched their fists and slowly stood up. "You're just selfish and don't want to bear all this alone..."

I watched him look down at me from top to bottom, and said lightly: "Then even if I don't tell you all this, what's the difference in your previous mental state? Before you, you were obviously the same as me. A monster without two, but because his eyes were blinded, he thought he was the only demon in this world. I just let you see more clearly."

"Look, you're not the only monster in this world that's been hell to us. I'm your brother, am I? Then let me teach you that when it comes to facing your inner demons, there's nothing better than being horrified by In addition to controlling your desire, you can also control it..." I smiled and stared at Dexter's bloodshot eyes.

"Mental trauma can be relieved and treated... You don't have to really become a terrible bloodthirsty hunter. Sheriff Harry underestimates us too much, the Moss family won't... um..." My eyes suddenly darkened, and my jaw twitched It's a pain.

Dexter kicked me out with a whip kick, and I was cut off mid-sentence.I felt myself rolling a few times in the pool of blood, until my whole body was covered with blood on the ground, and then I felt my back hit the wall at the bottom of the container.The sound made by the impact of the iron sheet, rumbled, and the lingering sound trembled.

I tasted blood from my mouth, not the disgusting pig's blood, but the reason for the rupture of small blood vessels in my own mouth.Dexter strode towards me, grabbed my collar and lifted it up against the wall.His hands pinched my neck, getting tighter and tighter.

I saw Dexter's eyes, and instead of madness, there was a dead silence in his eyes.How similar to what I saw from David Vincent's eyes at the beginning, these are the eyes of a cold-blooded killer.

I suddenly felt that I was careless. I was influenced by Brad's perception of Dexter that remained in my mind, but I forgot to look at all this from a more rational perspective with my own eyes.What have I been doing these days?So reckless, I forgot that although to Brian, Dexter is a brother who has been lost for more than ten years.

But for Dexter, approaching him suddenly and forcing him to recall my childhood memories, I was just a stranger with blood relationship.My weight in his heart, not to mention Harry Morgan, maybe even that stupid sister Debra who is not related by blood?

I didn't struggle, just looked at him calmly, looking into the depths of his pupils, as if I could see clearly the monster in his heart that was about to break out of its cage.Because the trachea was choked, the suffocation and shin pain seemed to have no effect on me at all.

Then, it was Dexter who panicked first.He pinched my neck even harder, and shouted loudly: "Don't lie! Don't look at me like this! I am no longer that cub who has no strength to be slaughtered... I can Kill you now! Don't tell me that kind of brazen lie, it's too late...I want to..."

"Boom!" A muffled sound suddenly pierced the air and reached my ears.I am very familiar with this voice. Dillon's teaching of basic firearms knowledge to me is not just verbal.During the free time spent with him, in addition to allowing me to understand the use of various firearms more intuitively, and showing me a lot of audio-visual videos, he also took me to commercial shooting ranges to shoot targets.

This is the sound of a pistol bullet with a silencer installed.When I heard what the muffled sound reflected in my mind, Dexter snorted in pain, let go of the hands that pinched me so that I almost lost my breath, staggered back a few steps and fell to his knees on the ground.He put his hand on the outer thigh of his right leg, and soon there was blood oozing there.

"It's a good thing I didn't come too late." The moonlight was behind the door of the container, and the figure of the man standing in the middle of the entrance was too familiar.Dillon, who was wearing a black leather jacket, raised his hands straight forward, holding a pistol with a silencer that had just been fired.

I didn't have time to think about how he knew I was here, and finally managed to be a hero for a while.Seeing him standing there and saying that sentence, the hand holding the gun has already moved and re-aimed at the target.Even if I just stand next to his target, Dexter, I can already easily feel that Ling Ran's killing intent.

In order not to let Dexter actually die under his gun, then Dillon and I became regulars at the police station again.I had to struggle, control my throat that was so painful that I could hardly speak, and shouted in a voice like tearing paper: "Stop, Dillon...cough, you can't kill him!"

"Bryan, you have to understand that he really wanted to kill you just now," Dillon's voice was cold and unquestionable, "The person in front of you is already an adult man. You can't protect him forever." At this time, he The image of a mature hunter was presented in front of me, as if a lion who had been sleeping soundly with its eyes closed had woken up because of disturbance.

I also understood the meaning of his words, not only was he saying that if he made a move at this time, it would be regarded as an overdefense at best.He understood this fact earlier than I did.The deeper meaning of the second half of the sentence is that Dexter is no longer the boy who knew nothing in Brian's memory.

The boy in Brian's memory that he could only protect in his arms has grown up now.The Dexter standing in front of me is no longer the kid who doesn't question what his brother says, but simply follows suit.

But without getting an affirmative answer from Dexter, I really can't give up.Not only because of Brian's instinct as an elder brother, but also because he wants to untie the knot, the two parties of the brothers need to face it together.All in all, it was the only way to get Dexter to say yes.

"...Since you have investigated me, you should know what I really look like by now, right?" Looking at Dillon, I forced myself to endure the pain in my throat, and said. "How similar I am to Dexter, I can't believe you can't feel it. The similarity is more spiritual than physical."

"If one day I lose control too, will you raise your gun at me without hesitation?"

Dillon seemed stunned by my rebuttal and didn't know how to respond, and it took him a moment to say, "You know I wouldn't do that...and there's no way you'd get out of hand in my opinion."

"Absurdly infinite confidence in the other party?" Dexter, who had been silent by the side, suddenly spoke at the end of Dillon's words.

"Bryan, if you think the same about me, don't you think it's too naive? How much can you understand me in more than ten years? Even Harry has given up on stopping me. Now he just Leave, and you pop up and say..."

"Because others gave up on you, did you give up on yourself?" I interrupted Dexter without hesitation. Facing my strange younger brother, no matter how much the other party has become, I guess I can't change from a polite to an unfamiliar tone.

"If that's the case, then I can only say that I'm too disappointed in you." This time, I was looking down from top to bottom at him, who was kneeling on the ground with one knee covering his shot right leg. "Dexter, even if I haven't seen you for more than ten years, I still understand you. There is no reason, just like understanding myself. People like Harry will never understand our hearts."

"Are you really unwilling to learn to control yourself with me?" I stared into his eyes, just wanting to show my sincerity. "Even if it's for your fake sister Debra? If one day she finds out that her brother has already turned into a serial killer, what will she think?"

It's almost humiliating that in order to get Dexter to say yes, I went against the idea that Brian was clamoring to kill Debra in my heart, and instead used the girl as the last bargaining chip to keep Dexter.