Psychological Control

It was agreed to give Dexter a week to find out the truth of the year, but according to my understanding of Sheriff Harry, I didn't think he would actually find out anything.This week's appointment is actually just to give me more preparation time.

Due to the pollution of the sea, the pier in the west was blocked and disabled.Without boats and crowds, the government has enough time to clean the waters.This also led to the fact that at night, except for a small, useless guard hall on the pier, no one else would disturb my plan.

The reason I told Dexter on July 1994, 7, was because the local newspaper report at this time was the only place I could find that described what happened that year.The place where the incident happened more than ten years ago was on a pier.Now that pier has been rebuilt into another place, so I can only borrow this pier that is temporarily out of service.

I want Dexter to be willing to learn to control his inner desires like I do.Only let him truly understand what he has been looking for all these years.What he lacks is nothing more than that terrible memory that was deliberately forgotten.When he sees everything clearly, I think maybe he can learn to let go.

My plan is to use other means to reproduce what happened in front of him.It's like I took him back to his hometown and let him remember my existence again.

Although the West Bank terminal is temporarily out of service, the shipping company still has some containers parked there.Because it has not been used for a long time, it is placed in a mess.I arrived an hour earlier than the agreed time, but in fact, I have been here many times in the previous week.

"Squeak" a piercing sound that made people's teeth sour, came out as I opened the door of the container.It was dark inside, so I used the flashlight I brought to illuminate a path and walked in.My actions seem to be completely unaffected by the environment here, but God knows, when I first came here a few days ago, my feet barely listened to me.

Maybe the remaining fear of Brian in my heart seemed to be that there was a voice in my mind telling me to leave quickly and escape from this ghost place.But my reason knows that I can stop anywhere, but not here.This is the final step, the place that will bring me and Dexter redemption and rebirth.

I walked into the container filled with icy air, my shoes knocked on the iron, and the sound was like a huge metal instrument under my feet.After closing the door of the container with my backhand, I turned on the two battery-powered windproof lamps I installed here before.As soon as these two lamps were turned on, the originally dark box was illuminated brightly.

In front of me was a temporary operating table made of several packing boxes. On the operating table was a chainsaw I bought in a second-hand store.Putting the two cans of things in my hand on the ground, I looked around and sighed.Then I opened the two big cans on the ground, which were filled with liquid, and as the lid was opened, a strong, nauseating bloody smell came out.

But I have long been immune to this. When I went to the slaughterhouse to buy two cans of pig blood, the bloody appearance of the slaughterhouse made me experience the baptism earlier than Dexter.

He put the backpack on his back on the temporary operating table, unzipped the chain of the backpack, put the flashlight back in his hand, and took out another thing.It's kind of like a miniature vacuum cleaner, but it's not.I put on a mask, connected this little thing to a jar like a vacuum cleaner, and inserted the other end into a jar filled with pig blood.

The sound of "buzzing" sounded after I turned on the power of this thing, and the pig's blood in the jar was sucked out and started to spurt out from the other end of the little thing in my hand.

The blood splashed out, and all of a sudden the operating table and the walls of the surrounding boxes were covered with blood.I carefully stained the wall next to the operating table with blood.The blood slowly flowed down from the wall, and because of its viscosity, the speed became much slower than the water flow on the glass of the car in rainy weather.

The almost empty jar made a puffing sound, I turned off the power of the thing in my hand, pulled out the catheter and directly poured the remaining pig blood in the jar on the ground at random.Because the ground of the container is not flat, but has a shape of ridges and depressions.So the spilled blood slowly flowed into the box with the slight inclination of the container.

I looked in the direction where the blood was flowing, and it seemed that I was hallucinating again.Brian's memory was mixed with what I saw in front of me. There seemed to be two more terrified children. The older one was holding the other tightly in his arms and holding him tightly.That was Brian and Dexter as kids.

Dexter doesn't see the final scene because Brian holds his head in his arms.But I seemed to be able to look into the eyes of the little Brian more than ten years ago. I saw his pale and bloodless face, the original snow-white complexion was like a dead person, and his empty eyes full of despair.

I withdrew my gaze and poured another jar of pig blood on the other wall in the same way. The whole box was filled with a more intense smell of blood than the slaughterhouse.And this bloody smell is more pure, without the smell of a slaughterhouse.

All the preparatory work has been completed, and now all that is left is to wait and see.After packing up the tools I just used, I opened the door of the container and took a deep breath of fresh air, and put all the props that did not need to appear in the scene restoration into another container.Leaning against the outside of the container, I looked at today's moon, which was so bright that it seemed to dispel all the darkness.

...

Finally, the agreed time came.

Hiding in a pair of messy containers by the sea, I saw a person walking towards me from a distance.He walked briskly and leaned forward slightly, as if an invisible force was pulling him forward.Watching him walk all the way, it seems that a century has passed.

He approached the shipping container where I did everything to recreate the scene for him.Because I didn't close the door of the box tightly when I walked out, so he could see the light coming out of the box.

"Benny?..." I heard him call my name, tentatively.I didn't expect that even if I told him my full name, he still decided to call it that.Brian smiled because of the familiar address in his memory.

At this moment, Dexter slowly opened the door of the container.He must see it, the gift that brother prepared for him...

He quietly stood up from the blind spot where he hid before, and I looked at his stiff back.I also saw the scene in front of him that I made with my own hands.For a few seconds, I thought Dexter just stood there and stopped breathing.

For a while, the world was left with the roaring sound of the air-conditioning compressor that was installed in the container itself and was later repaired by me to be usable.

"I'm almost sure that the reconstruction of this scene is perfect." I walked a few steps behind him and said so.When Dexter heard my voice, his body shook, and he took a step back involuntarily.He seemed to want to turn around, I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him in.

"Don't you take a closer look? If you don't force yourself, how can you remember what happened before." I said so, forcing him to walk in.His feet stepped into the pool of blood, which was different from when I walked in before. Compared with the empty metal sound, there was more sound of water being stirred.

Suddenly my hands on his shoulders were gone, and Dexter fell to his knees.His heavy breathing made me feel at a loss, and I quickly walked into the deeper place, and stood where I recalled that Brian Jr. and Dexter were at the beginning.Then I watched Dexter, covering his face with his hands, panting loudly.

He knew I was watching him, and it took him a while to put his hand covering his face down.I saw the bloodshot under his eyes, and the blue-black dark circles under his eyes.Guess he hasn't slept much this week. "So this is what you really look like?..." Dexter said, his voice was hoarse than before.

"Yes," I smiled softly and cheerfully, "but it's not the first time you've seen me like this, is it? How's my performance on America's Next Top Model and Survivor? Is there a Demo The face of the Si family?"

"What the hell are you going to do?!...the blood..." Hearing my response, he asked impatiently, he didn't seem to care about my greetings.

"Are you worried that these are human blood? Because Sheriff Harry gave you a killing code that you can only be a vigilante." This is the third time I met him, and I finally said the killing without any scruples. this phrase. "Are you going to kill me? Obviously we are so alike."

"I! . . . I won't do this . . . " Dexter argued aloud, raising his hands to cover his ears again. "No...I don't want to watch..." He closed his eyes tightly, stubbornly not wanting to face the blood in front of him.

He seemed to have misunderstood, did he think that the blood in front of him was the blood of the victim I killed?After thinking about it, I walked quickly to his side, squatted in front of him, and put my hands on the back of his hands covering his ears.

"Traumatic event, have you ever heard that term?" I whispered in his ear. "Have you read any books about demons like us? Or, did your adoptive father Harry tell you that you So will it be the reason?"