Psychological Control

"No, you don't know, do you?"

Looking at their surprised expressions, I knew that even the FBI didn't find out.The existence of Dexter back then, the fact that there were actually two children in that cruel incident instead of just me, this fact has long been carefully wiped out by Sergeant Harry.

"It's ridiculous, even the FBI can't find something." I said coldly, "But you're right if you don't know, because it was the people in the local police station who concealed this matter! The person who was in charge of that case back then Sheriff, he wiped it clean."

"People from the local police station?!" Gideon and Hotchina looked at each other, and their tone became serious.This kind of use of public office rights for personal gain and fraud, no matter what the cause is, is illegal!

"When I was a child, my mother was brutally murdered in front of me. Is this the cause of my psychological shadow that you found out? But no one knows... Besides me, there was also my brother De, who was two years younger than me, in the case. Kester!" The first time I told this to other people, this obsession in Brian's heart for more than ten years made me unable to restrain my emotions.

"And Dexter was taken away and adopted by the sheriff after we were found and rescued by the police!" I said with red eyes, "I remember it clearly, because I haven't seen it since then." I can see him once!!"

"In front of me, he took away the last person in my heart who could be a pillar!!! And me? I am still sitting in a pool of lifeless blood, my own mother's blood... I just watched him take my dear brother away..." I heard my own voice, screaming out as if releasing the pain in my heart.

With a sound of "Great!", I clapped my hands on the table and stood up.I pressed my right hand to my face, covered my face and gasped for breath to suppress my emotions.None of Hotchner and Gideon on the opposite side made a sound, they were waiting for me to calm down slowly.Because they know that speaking out at this time will only cause a more violent backlash from me.

Standing there stiffly, I don't know how long it took, but I let go of the hand covering my face until the burning sensation in my brain had subsided.Only then did I realize that I had burst into tears.He tore up his sleeves indiscriminately and wiped away the tears on his face.

I avoided their eyes for the first time, and said hoarsely: "Sorry, I lost my composure. This is the first time I have said such a thing, and I can't hold it back..."

"...It's not your fault, Brian..." Gideon's voice unexpectedly softened, and he was like an enlightened elder looking at a rebellious child. "None of us thought there was such a reason..."

"But why did the sheriff only take away your younger brother?" Hotchner asked in a timely manner, "He adopted your younger brother, but threw you to the psychological evaluation staff, so that you were judged as a High-risk anti-social person, and locked up in a mental hospital..."

"Because he and I looked at each other." I paused and said hoarsely. While talking, I pulled the chair back and sat down. "Maybe it's his intuition? When he looked at me, he saw the eyes in my eyes that shouldn't belong to children. This is just my guess."

"...This is too messy, even if the sheriff is confident in his judgment, he shouldn't make such a judgment lightly on a child who is still in a state of shock..." Jason Gideon said with a frown .

"Oh, not everyone has the ability of your bau group." I said with a self-deprecating, "This is why I choose to study psychology. I just want to know more about this kind of thing, to control it, rather than being victimized by it."

"After my mother died, three gangsters locked me and my younger brother at the scene of the crime. We were not found until three days later. And in these three days of darkness and blood, I was Dex I only know that I want to protect him, and protect him at all costs." I was a little lost, and just said the softest thing in Brian's heart.

"So I put my arms around him, and we sat there without moving. We didn't move for three days, and every scene until now is so clearly etched in my memory. Dexter fell asleep so sleepy, I I also opened my eyes, knowing that I was tired and passed out. Even so, I didn't let go of the hand holding him."

"Actually, when I was rescued by them, if I let my younger brother stay with me instead of being locked in that mental hospital like a tomb alone, my mental condition would not deteriorate so quickly. So I Hate that sheriff for giving Dexter the perfect family life."

"Then... your brother..." Jason Gideon asked in a gentle tone, concerned about my emotions, "did you go to him after you were discharged from the hospital?"

I stared at the table and answered for a while, "I went to him...but I didn't let him know because he doesn't remember it at all. He doesn't remember those three hellish days, he doesn't remember his own life. His mother being chopped up in front of him... that's fine, but he doesn't remember me anymore either. He doesn't remember that he has a biological brother."

"So the solution you said is to meet him?" Aaron Hotchner asked in a deep voice.

"Yes," I finally raised my head to look at them, and I said firmly, "Maybe this is a selfish decision. But I can't hold it back anymore, I know I'm getting better. But if you want to really let go, you have to Pick it up again."

I said Dexter didn't remember, and he really didn't.But this does not mean that his subconscious has forgotten, and this subconscious longing for previous memories will only intensify his desire for blood.I didn't intend to tell them that.

Because no matter what, the police and the FBI, including the bau team, are people like us who should be on guard the most.

I just escaped from the mental hospital, and I didn't intend to turn around and send my own brother there.Even for the better, I'm still a sociopath.Just because I'm less likely to break down doesn't mean I'm less selfish.I'm just betting it all that I alone can get Dexter back on track.

"Ugh..." Jason Gideon sighed before hearing him say, "You've done a great job, Brian. I thought you were just pretending to be too good and putting those horrible things It was covered up under the surface. But I misunderstood, you have really improved. Because you can say these things, it is already a great improvement."

I turned to look at him, motionless but did not respond.Then I saw him turn around and nod to Aaron Hotchner, indicating that there was no problem, stood up, opened the door and walked out.It was just Aaron Hotchner and me left in the room.

Although Hotchner was still frowning as before, I could see a trace of relaxation in his overall expression and movements.He pulled away the chair Gideon had been sitting in and sat down.

"Brian, I'm glad to know that you have no intention of becoming a criminal. And we also know that you have nothing to do with William Zhou's death this time, as Rhett can prove." Aaron Hotchner finally opened the On the desktop, it is basically a decorative notebook.

"But I hope you can recall your impression of Georgia Abel." Hotchner said to me, which surprised me. "Because you also study psychology, and Rhett told us that you are also good at psychological profiling. So we want to know your speculation more than what Inspector Jack said so superficially."

...This is the first time I have had a crush on the bau group.They didn't hang on to it because of me, at least they were people who knew how to work around it.I was slightly relieved, like they were relieved that I might not be such a bad prisoner.

"Okay," I put on my smile again, this time with more sincerity. "What I can tell you is that I knew Georgia Abel was a sociopath from the first moment I met him."

Hotchner raised his eyebrows and glanced at me, then he picked up a brush and wrote it down in the notebook.He asked, "How are you sure about this?"

"You all know that anti-social personalities will have an unnatural intercommunication. It's like an intuition, just like a mature old policeman will have an intuition about the existence of a prisoner." I said lightly Said: "And I studied psychology, and I also majored in motion psychology and micro-expression language. So I was sure of him the first time I saw him."

"George Abel is a sadistic antisocial personality. The long-term gray and turbulent life made him unable to blend in with the crowd at all, which made him gradually pushed to extremes over time." I put my finger on the table. A little reasoner, "The character I played in William's script was based on him. So after meeting him in person, I have a more intuitive understanding."

"The existence of William Zhou is an inhibitor and a way of relief for Georgia Abel. I don't know when they met, but from the frequency of Georgia Abel's daily phone calls to check on the post, he has a very strong relationship with William Zhou. Desire to control." I suddenly realized that I had said so much at once, and looked at Aaron Hotchner.

But I saw Hotchner seriously recording what I said on the paper. Hearing my pause, he raised his head and glanced at me to signal me to continue, with a sense of satisfaction in his expression.The strange feeling of being appreciated by someone who I thought I could avoid before had infected my heart.

I made up my mind secretly, and I continued: "Because William was busy with the shooting of his graduation project, he postponed the meeting with Georgia Abel several times. Maybe he thought that William wanted to escape from his control, so his mental state became even more uncomfortable. Steady. They got into an argument and when he came to see William, he bumped into me again."

I frowned and said, "Maybe it's just my personal speculation, but I think he also sensed that I was like him. In William's film, I played a role that was based on him. This made him feel that he had been replaced by someone else, and this allowed him to go to the point of killing under the influence of drugs."

"No, I think your guess is very reasonable." Aaron Hotchner responded, touching his chin and thinking, "This gives us a clearer understanding of his motives for committing the crime. Do you think that after the fact, Where will he flee to?"

"Do you think he must have gone abroad?" I turned my head and thought for a while, then asked.

"Yes, because we tracked the whereabouts of his car and found that the car was lost at the San Francisco Airport. But he should have used a false ID, we need to check one by one through the airport camera, and in the case of his intentional evasion, we It will take a while to find the results. If you can give us some speculation, it should be able to speed up the investigation." Hochner replied.

"Is that so?..." I thought for a while and said casually: "Speaking of which, George Abel had a well-known shooting partner a year or two ago, and they had a good relationship. Later, his shooting partner quit this business and moved to France .Similar to David Vincent, maybe you can look up French flights specifically?"

"Crack!" Aaron Hotchner put the Bibi down, and it fell on the table with a crisp sound.He stood up with a serious face and nodded at me. "Thank you very much for your cooperation, we will immediately investigate and try in this direction."

He took a few steps to the door, and before opening the door, he turned his head and said something. "Before you leave, maybe you want to talk to Rhett. I heard from Rhett that you met someone you like among the survivors, and you made an appointment to meet later? Is the other party a soldier... This also makes us feel relieved ..."

Seeing Aaron Hotchner muttering in a low voice, opened the door and walked out, the corners of my mouth twitched uncontrollably.Didn't expect the little doctor to be such a gossip?