Psychological Control

A few days later.

I lay blankly on the bed, staring at the ceiling of the small rental house without blinking.Everything that happened that day is like a dream in retrospect.

At the last moment, the fbi finally arrived.I was treated like a victim by them, and got the same treatment as Jessica and the others.A big thick blanket was draped over my shoulders.A female police officer helped me out of the scene and put me in the back of the ambulance.

Until I sat in the ambulance, after a long 10 minutes.I just realized that the one who helped me out and sat next to me to comfort me for a full 10 minutes was not a female police officer, but Al Greenoway.In the bau where I did an investigation in advance because of my precautions, there was a well-known sex crime expert.

So, bau found me.

I don't know what kind of mood I used to think of this.

Under their questioning, I calmly described the process of being held hostage by David without any pause.I even remember mentioning at the end, Jessica's mistreatment of Tommy.

In fact, they didn't ask me right away, and they even persuaded me that if I don't want to recall it now, I can go home and rest for a day.

But I refused, and I stubbornly explained the ins and outs of the matter overnight.I feel like it's only when I fully say it that I let it go completely and get a good night's sleep.

Unexamined, the feeling of being so nervous that my eyes are dim, I finally expressed it.After so many years, finally someone can let me talk properly.

Since the rebirth five years ago, the shadow of being killed, the memory of Brian, everything suffocates me.I have only now realized that I have spent so long in a state of psychological suffocation.

Then, I drove steadily through the downtown area at night in a police car.Derek Morgan sent me home.

Thinking about it now, how embarrassing it was to be seen by a group of people at the scene of the crime.Wearing a nondescript OL outfit, he stood up from the ground covered in ashes.She even cried with snot and tears.

I rolled over and plunged my face into the pillow, my head was in a mess.The neatly folded clothes on the bedside table were lent to me by Spencer Reed, the elementary school bully of the bau group, his own clothes.Because the clothes I took off at the scene of the crime and the ol' clothes on my body were left in the police station as evidence.

I never saw David again.Although I knew from the few words of the passing policeman, he asked to see me more than once.But the police are obliged to separate the victim from the prisoner, which is to prevent the victim from being harmed again.

It was already certain that he would stay in prison until he died.

Because in addition to the case three years ago, the place where he dumped his body in Miami was also found.A total of 86 women were killed before and after.There are girls, college girls, and even underage girls.

Finally, after David's matter came to an end.The day of the Stanford University report has arrived.

I went out early in the morning.I, who had already experienced the start of a university term, was stunned because I stepped into one of the most outstanding universities in the world for the first time.

This is the first time Brian's mind hasn't come out to make trouble, maybe that's what he wants?Standing out from more than 3 applications for admission may also just satisfy Brian's arrogance that is unwilling to be lonely.

Walking through the Qianmen Avenue of Stanford University, the palm groves are like soldiers standing guard, watching the new and old students come and go every year.Standing in front of the iconic red tile and adobe brick arch, I couldn't help clenching the hand that was holding one side of my backpack.

I wore the same clothes I had worn when I first walked out of the mental hospital two years ago, and the two-year-old Martin boots were old, but they were very durable. I wore them and set foot on Stanford University again.

Although Stanford University waived my tuition due to my financial problems and received a Pell Grant, apartment rent and living expenses were still an issue.Because I don't intend to do extra odd jobs during college.

In order to save my wages and accumulate these expenses, I have never bought anything other than the necessary clothes for each season in the past two years.The clothes all over the body can be packed in a small travel backpack, and there are only two or three pairs of shoes.

But I don't care, because as long as you have enough confidence and ability, no one here will look down on you because you are poor.

On the first day of school, there is an activity where old students bring new students to familiarize themselves with the campus. There are also various clubs setting up stalls to recruit people. If you are lucky at the stalls, you can get free small things, such as mugs, t-shirts, notebooks and other objects.

I casually followed a team led by a senior to visit the campus, and was stopped several times by a few girls to take photos.They followed me all the way, playing and pointing at me, which made the boys around me always look at me with strange eyes, thinking about what I do.

In fact, it feels good to be watched by others, at least it shows the influence of America's Next Top Model, even if it hasn't been broadcast yet, it can bring a certain amount of popularity to the contestants.These girls just recognized me from the photos on the official website.

After telling them my twitter and YouTube accounts, and interacting with them on twitter without hesitation, I left satisfied.The ability to make fans has never been my weakness, but in the early stage of development, it is very beneficial for newcomers to have a few diehard fans to help you Amway and repost them on their Facebook, Twitter and Tangbure accounts.

There was no class on the first day of school. I received my student ID card and school network account, and left the school with a bag full of free stuff.

But my destination was not that small apartment, I transferred to downtown San Francisco.

After David's incident, although my mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, I was still clearly aware of the importance of a fake ID card.

Whether it's because bau was able to find my uneasiness in such a short time.Or the thrill of David's easily invisible alias.Through my previous landlord, I contacted a well-known expert in the industry within a week, an expert in making false certificates.The now retired specialist opened a watch shop in San Francisco.

Although I don't know why the original landlord has such connections.But on the day David was arrested, the tone of the landlord's consolation on the phone made me decide to seize this opportunity without hesitation.

In the past, I always thought that the old lady who could be honored as Mrs. Nan by the punks on the street might not have a simple background.But it still surprised me to meet such strange people.

The landlady who has been with me for two years knows me very well, and she knows that she can easily find out my uneasiness towards the police and the fbi.Before I became a thief, I felt guilty and anxious, worried that if I used my real identity to get close to Dexter, I would be expelled by Sheriff Harry.

When I was helpless for various reasons, Mrs. Nan saw it.She didn't ask anything, just like the kind of caring that I deliberately didn't mention two years ago when I had no money to pay the rent due to the embarrassment of life.She always delivers what I want silently when I need it so much.

This is a classic watch shop in a secluded street in San Francisco.

Pushing open the wooden door inlaid with glass, the wind chimes beside the door jingled, and the classical watch shop, which was supposed to be filled with the scent of wood and sandalwood, had a faint smell of blood.

I frowned and walked in, my footsteps were light, without making a sound.If the situation was normal at this time, the owner of the watch shop should have heard the sound of the wind chime and came out to entertain the guests.

I continued to walk in, opened the small door next to the counter and walked into the counter. I saw the body of the owner of the watch shop.And it seems to have been shot, with a hole in the head, the blood has dried, but it can still be seen that it was shot at close range.

I don't know what kind of dangerous task this boss took, and he capsized in the gutter after he was retired.I looked around the small workplace, took out a pack of tissues from my backpack, took out two folded in my hand, and started to search for the fake ID card I asked him to make.

It seems that the owner has already prepared the items in advance because he agreed to pick up the goods today in advance.I found the fake ID with my photo on it in a small stack of envelopes on the workbench.

The name on the fake passport was Karl Black, and apart from the photo, even the date of birth was different from Brian’s, but there was no difference from the real passport at all, and the identification machine when passing through customs could not detect the difference.The fake certificates produced by this store are even backed up in the police database, just need to be changed to the photo of the person who used the fake certificate.

I put away my papers and prepared to leave.It's better to leave it to the next kind person to call the police. I don't want to get in touch with the police.

However, as one wished, I just got out of the small door behind the counter, and when I was about to leave the small shop, the door of the watch shop was pushed open again.I turned my face to the side and took a glance without looking carefully. It seemed to be a man wearing a gentleman's hat and a haute couture suit, and a short, fat man with the appearance of a mechanic with eyes.

I passed behind them quickly, and just as I pushed open the wooden door of the watch shop and was about to leave, the man in the gentleman's hat suddenly shouted loudly: "Grab him, Peter!"

Before I could react, I heard a small sound of the safety of the pistol, and then a deep man's voice came from behind me, "Hold on! FBI, put your hands up!"

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