Psychological Control

"Morning, Carl." Dexter parked the car in the parking space on the side of the road, got out of the car and greeted me who had been waiting by the side. "You really traveled lightly, you didn't bring any tools."

"At least I brought a hamburger fast food for two." I smiled and raised the plastic bag in my hand, "Let's go, let's rent fishing gear first."

When renting fishing gear, the clerk needs the customer to register with a certificate, which avoids the loss of fishing gear and the problem of compensation.I noticed that when I took out the ID, Dexter deliberately walked over and looked at it from the corner of my eye.But this is just useless work, because the craftsmanship of the person recommended by Mrs. Nan can fool even the old cat of the white-collar crime department who is very proficient in fraud.

He took the fishing gear and followed Dexter to the pier.I was finally lucky enough to see the inside of the boat that once belonged to Sheriff Harry.In the past, I could only watch him and Harry board the boat and leave the port from a distant place.And now Harry's death is tantamount to giving way to me.

That kind of sour feeling that when you took my brother away from my arms, now it belongs to someone or someone else, and my father is back again, made my mood brighter rarely.It is estimated that this kind of happiness also made the atmosphere between the two of us not as rigid as imagined.

He skillfully helped Dexter start the ship and guided him to leave the port. Every movement was as proficient as a veteran.Dexter looked at me with all the doubts gone.Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that I had never actually sailed a boat before.

The thing about fishing was almost practiced during the month of Survivor's filming.But sailing and steering a boat was something I knew so well because I watched Dexter do it over and over again.

With the ship we were on, we drove to the deep water area through the channel.Along the way, Dexter was like a very amiable young man, saying hello and smiling to the people on the passing ships.Several people still knew Dexter, and when the two ships passed each other, they chatted a little.

To be honest, even if I'm not pretending to be Cal Black, but Brian on weekdays, I can't put on that enthusiastic smile that makes people's skin crawl.It's not that Dexter is too fake to be embarrassingly phobic, it's that he's too good at it, but too good at it.

Dexter's usual mask to people, and the real him hidden underneath, are almost two extremes.In other words, he is always tense with the nerves in his mind.No wonder it was getting harder and harder for him to control his desire to release.My mask is at least a mix of my real self underneath, rather than a whole other person.

"Speaking of which, the pier I used to go to before was really full of disasters." I saw that the ship had sailed into a wide water area, and the nearest ship was at least tens of meters away from us, so I started talking .

"Oh? How do you say it?" Dexter asked after picking up the fishing tackle I was going to use later. "Although environmental pollution is a big problem, it's also a problem, right?"

"Natural disasters and man-made disasters, both of them are concentrated there. Isn't it so many disasters?" The reason why I started this topic is to bring the focus of our talk into a scope that both I and he will be interested in. "David Vincent, you know that?"

"..." Dexter didn't respond to me immediately, he paused, and then put the bait in his hand on the hook pretending not to care. "The serial murderer in the Eastern District who escaped for several years before being caught? Of course you know, it looked like a lot of trouble in the newspapers."

"Yes," I smiled and continued, "But do you know that after the case was solved, the police used his confession in prison to find the place where he had murdered and hid his body in the past few years after he escaped. It was the pier over there. In the waters, dozens of body bags sank to the bottom of the sea. Think about the people who have fished and eaten there over the years, maybe many of the fish they ate had eaten human flesh.”

Dexter had a warm smile on his face as he greeted the passers-by just now, and responded, "Oh, really? That's really bad luck. It won't cause some people to have a psychological shadow and stop fishing, right?" He talked about this topic as if he were discussing whether the weather is bright or not.

"Maybe, I'm not as familiar as you and those strangers passing by." I said meaningfully. "So I have no way of knowing whether anyone is so unlucky. Do you know what David Vincent's killing method is?"

Dexter seemed to have a hint of irony in my words, but he couldn't hear it at all.He still replied naturally: "I really don't know much about this. No matter how fierce the newspapers reported it back then, because the body was not found immediately, those media couldn't report these things."

"Oh, it's a pity they didn't report it." I chuckled and pushed my glasses with the back of my hand. "The media's careful reports on the means of harm can give many potential criminals a good idea. Murderers generally don't have a mentor, and they can find out the truth by themselves. And the victim is already dead, and the media has killed people. If you fry it, even a dead person can't refuse it."

Because Dexter didn't respond to the previous hint, I did not hesitate to strike hard.Murderers generally don't have mentors, and this kind of thing is of course a matter of course.It's not like a criminal who takes advantage of legal loopholes, but can still find a legal consultant for consultation.Where can a murderer find a criminal consultant?

But Dexter is different. He really does have a mentor.Moreover, the mentor of a potential serial murderer turned out to be a policeman, and Dexter naturally knew this kind of thing clearly in his heart.It's an ironic fact, when I casually poke it, I don't believe that he won't react at all.

Sure enough, Dexter's grip on the fishing rod couldn't help but tighten.Then he suppressed his breath again, and said, "You know so much about a serial murderer like David Vincent. This makes me have a question. If the media didn't report it, how did you do it?" How well do you know about that?"

The counterattack, which was innocuous to me, made me smile in my heart.Even if his inner desire is in the dark, no matter how proficient he has been trained to erase his traces, he is far behind me in terms of psychological attacks.

"What's there to be suspicious about? Of course I was interested, so I went to find out. This kind of thing is not a secret, as long as I want to know, I can't find it out." I answered very frankly, and did not Without hesitation, he opened up a new and more in-depth topic. "And did you know? David Vincent's method of killing people is to use fishing lines."

While speaking, I was stirring the fishing line in my hand, imitating what I saw on David with my own eyes.The two ends of the fishing line were twisted a few times in the hands, and there was some loose space in the middle, but it was easy to twist a person's neck into it.

Dexter's originally stable mood was finally stirred up by me.I know that feeling because that's how I felt when I knew I was being targeted by David Vincent.How similar, a person who thought he was a predator accidentally found himself being targeted by a more powerful predator.

Every movement of mine imitated David Vincent's original appearance perfectly, which made Dexter stand up even if he was sure that I would not attack here, and took a few steps away from me, reaching a a safe distance.

Dexter fell silent on my words for a while, and finally recovered from the cry of a seagull and opened his mouth. "Suffocation to kill people? As far as I know, this is the most inefficient and labor-intensive method of killing people. Imitating this kind of person is thankless, after all, its user has been caught, isn't it?"

Of course, of course I know its users got caught.And I made it myself.The bad taste in my heart kept rising.

Inexplicably, I found that when I got along with this younger brother who was originally Brian, my mood was always in a dark and bright mood.It's completely different from Dillon's bright mood, which naturally attracts my positive personality.But this is the joy of the original Brian, who is a dark side personality, ignited from the other side.

"Don't worry too much, Dexter." I laughed, and then said in a cheerful tone: "When we first met, did I tell you soon? Blood is also my preference... Otherwise call me Video games can’t even kill people, wouldn’t it be too boring.”

In the middle of the conversation, I paused, and then changed the words that were almost equivalent to stating my desire to kill, to talking about video games like ordinary teenagers chatting.

It's different from the happy atmosphere where I was in a good mood because I teased my younger brother.Because of my words, Dexter is on guard.I guess even he didn't expect that when we met him for the first time in college, I still had a lot of energy to face him.

After all, if you want to invite you into the urn, it is the easiest way to first show weakness and let the other party underestimate the enemy, and then turn against the general.

After a long silence because of my words, Dexter finally couldn't bear it and said: "Karl Black, you are such a strange person." After a pause, he continued to ask. "Since you like killing games so much, can you tell me, what do you think is the most perfect killing method?"

While the two of us were silent, I had already put the bait on the hook and stood back to back with Dexter, fishing on the other side of the boat.Hearing that he finally spoke, a wanton smile appeared on my face, which he couldn't see.

"Dexter, don't you understand? There is no perfect killing method in the world." I said flatly: "As long as you do it, you will leave traces. Even if the murderer cleans up the crime scene, the corpse Hiding at the bottom of the water that never sees light, an alibi can also be obtained. But the people close to him will find something wrong one day."

"..." Dexter was silent for a long time, and then I heard a low and hoarse voice responding: "Why?"

"Because it's impossible for a monster full of blood to hide in the crowd without incident forever. Let alone blend into the crowd." I replied softly.Only this sentence, there is no trace of teasing in my tone.