Psychological Control

After officially confirming the relationship with Dillon, although the "relationship" they think may be different, the tense nerves in my heart still relax a lot.One potential shadow in my heart has been resolved, and I plan to eliminate the second and most important one. The shadow in "Brian's" heart, Dexter.

But in the past two days, I didn't leave in a hurry, I was anxious to complete what I thought in my heart.Instead, he stayed in Dillon's shop obediently, soaking with him.After all, it is a newly confirmed relationship, and I don't want to lay a foundation that was full of loopholes and not solid at the beginning because of my unnecessary impatience.

The relationship between the two of us is actually no different from that of the survivors.Maybe it's because we tend to keep our mouths shut unless we have to.So there is no need to talk about love words and sweet chats.But even just sitting next to each other, enjoying each other's presence, and then doing my own thing, gives me a rare physical and mental pleasure.

When the three days I set for myself arrived, even if I didn't want to, I still restrained myself and temporarily said goodbye to Di Lon.The excuse was that I wanted to hang out with some friends for a few days.God knows that during the more than two years of working and studying in Miami, I didn't make anyone who can be called a friend, or an acquaintance who would make me willing to waste my time to get along with Dillon.

The reason I'm away from Dillon these days is just to update my Dexter observation diary again.It had been almost a year since I left Miami for America's Next Top Model, and I didn't really get to know what was going on around Dexter.The only recent situation that can be regarded as an update is by monitoring the updates of his "sister" Debbie on social networks.

Although it is not intuitive, I can still easily infer the current situation of their family from Debbie's status update and some messages on the Internet.What's more, Debbie sometimes complains to her friends about her brother's inhumanity.

By the way, I call Debbie Dexter's "sister."Insincere.In Brian's personality, some people would only hate Dexter's adoptive parents, but how could he treat this woman in a friendly way, occupying Dexter's place where he should have been.

"I'll be back in a few days, remember to miss me." I was carrying a small handbag in my hand, which was a gift from a magazine shoot when I was a model.Standing in front of Dillon's gun shop, he stepped forward to give the man in front of him a hug, and then gave Dillon a superficial kiss on the lips on the pedestrian walkway like a villain.

"I don't know when you became so..." Although the tone was a little helpless, I could easily see that there was some connivance in Dillon's eyes.

"This is an act of swearing sovereignty and territory." I smiled and spread my hands. The bag I was carrying was a bit heavy, and I quickly let go of my hands. "Don't think I don't know, your muscular body and handsome face make many women in the neighborhood covet."

"Are you a wild animal?" Dillon became a little dumbfounded, the expression on his face melted his usual expression like a marble statue.The image of the whole person has also become lively.

"Just take me for you!" I turned around and took a few steps, then turned around and waved to him.Although we rarely have this type of dialogue on weekdays, I know that if I want to maintain a good and not rigid relationship with this taciturn man, at least I can't be taciturn when necessary.

I had no intention of agreeing to borrow a car from Dillon, so I still took a taxi and left.Because of what I'm trying to do, driving a car that's uncommon, and in some ways conspicuous, isn't a good idea.

Dillon's car is a damn cool Hummer.The surface of the army green, the boxy look is particularly imposing, which is similar to the feeling of Dillon himself.Should it be said that it is the owner-like type?It can also be seen from this that although Dillon is the kind of taciturn man, his sense of presence is hard to ignore.

Maybe that's what attracted me to him.

Taking a taxi, I asked the driver to drive to a business district not far from what is now Dexter's home, where he dropped me off.Because the exact address was reported directly, wouldn’t it be too suspicious if the driver put me directly at the door of his house, but I didn’t enter the door after getting off the car.

It is said to be a commercial district, but it is actually just a street where some daily necessities stores, cafes and restaurants gather.Although it has passed the club head, I still bought a cup of Mocha coffee and drank it.While leisurely carrying the bag in his hand, he strolled close to Dexter's neighborhood like a young man who goes shopping alone in the afternoon.

If I recall correctly, Debbie was in her final year of high school at this time, and was already heading home from get out of class.Normally, she would get off at this bus stop if it wasn't for the retired Sergeant Harry to pick her up.

I thought about it, and stopped at the bus stop closest to Dexter's house.I found a place to sit in the shelter of the bus stop, just like other people waiting for the bus.It's just that they were waiting for the next bus, while I was waiting for a person.

Soon, the bus was about 5 minutes late as usual, and the bus carrying Debbie stopped at this bus stop.I pretended to be aimlessly watching the flow of people getting out of the car, searching for Debbie.Let's hope she wasn't driven home by Sheriff Harry today, so I can get something out of her mouth.

Fortunately, I was lucky enough to run into a day when Sergeant Harry was not picking up Debbie home.Debbie got out of the back door of the car while chatting with some of her classmates.

I noticed that although Debbie had her back to me, my gaze was picked up by a friend of hers, another girl who was facing this way.An excited expression appeared on her face, and although she wanted to make a small move, she made a big move so I noticed it, and she tapped the arm of the classmate next to her.

"Look!... There's a handsome guy over there, look over here...so sexy..." The words, which were not too soft and full of girlish feelings, flowed into my ears.There was a smile on the corner of my mouth, a surprised expression on my face, and I walked towards them.

"Ah!!! He's coming towards us!"

"Hi Debbie. How are you?" I said.

In fact, before this, although I monitored every social network account of her, I even learned about her without information because I followed Dexter.But we didn't really know each other.This sentence was originally a bait to strike up a conversation.

"Huh?" Debbie turned her head blankly and glanced at me.She obviously doesn't remember who I am. Of course, how can she remember someone I've never met? "...I'm sorry...you are?..."

"Don't you remember? We met at the eks bar last month!" I looked surprised and hurt, and my tone was very sure of the fact that we met.Because by monitoring Debbie's social network, I know that she was drunk with a few friends at the eks bar a month ago.

After being drunk, I sent several tweets, and when I was sober, I was embarrassed to explain another one.So a drunk person who doesn't remember who she's met is a perfectly reasonable explanation.

"My God, Debbie! You know such a handsome boy, and you don't introduce him to us!" Several friends beside her booed.This made Debbie's face subtly red.

Thanks to their booing, Debbie didn't have enough time and a calm mind to analyze my lies.She replied bluntly: "Ah... yes... that's right... what's your name?"

"William." I smiled and said William's name. "How are you doing recently? Are you still having trouble with your brother? You were drunk and complained to me a lot that day."

Because of his recent case, his name is always in my mind.But morally speaking, I shouldn't just use his name like this. After all, I only found out about his death not long ago.Unfortunately, because I have no feeling for such moral things, I subconsciously said it.

Also according to Debbie's social network situation, I noticed that she had posted some awkward statuses with Dexter before.So I took this as a topic and went straight to the topic I wanted to explore.

Unexpectedly, Debbie's face darkened at the mention of this sentence.The friends who were booing next to her before also showed a look of bewilderment and comfort.what happened?

"...We don't quarrel anymore..." Debbie's tone was low. "After my father passed away, I realized that now only my brother is the one who can support each other with me."

Sheriff Harry died? !I was overwhelmed by the sudden news.But I still subconsciously returned a polite reassurance, "Sorry Debbie...I don't know...something happened?"

Also, after all, no one would say something about the death of their closest relative on social media.When some little sorrows and sorrows happen, people generally like to let the people around them know and get attention.But when a real change occurs, it is the normal state of people to hide in the shadows and heal their wounds.

But to me, Sheriff Harry's passing and Debbie's grief, were none of my business.The only thing I know through this message is that Dexter's final reins are gone!

"...just two weeks ago... my father passed away in the hospital..." Debbie's eyes were red, but she suddenly realized that she had exposed her vulnerable side in front of strangers, and quickly changed the subject: " No William, it's not your fault. Thank you for your concern, but I don't think this is the best time to chat."

This sentence is equivalent to a rejection of my accost.Anyway, the original intention was not to really know each other with her, exchange contact information or something.Anyway, presumably the information has been obtained, and I can call it quits and play down the memories of my appearance in Debbie's memory.

Unlike Brian's original plan to get closer to Dexter, I don't want to use this frustrating way.

Because Brian hated Debbie, his previous plan was to get close to Debbie, gain her trust, and invade her family.And thus connect with Dexter.In the end it would be best to kill Debbie in front of Dexter and reawaken his brother's memories of himself and his real family.

This is the best way that Brian thought of at the beginning.Completely cut off the connection between Dexter and the fake family members, leaving only him and himself, as they did more than ten years ago, where the two supported each other.But I always feel that in this approach, there is a kind of inferiority that Brian faced Dexter.

When the last reins disappear, Dexter is at his most psychologically unstable.I can start to approach him now.