Psychological Control

After officially confirming the relationship with Dillon, although the "relationship" they thought might be different, the tense nerves in my heart still relaxed a lot. A potential shadow in my mind has been resolved, and I plan to eliminate the second and most important one. Shadow in Brian's heart, Dexter.

But in the past two days, I didn't leave in a hurry, rushing to finish what I wanted in my heart. Instead, he stayed in Dillon's shop honestly, soaking with him. After all, it is a newly confirmed relationship. I don't want to lay a foundation that is full of loopholes at the beginning because of unnecessary irritability.

The relationship between the two of us is actually not different from the survivors. Maybe it's because we always don't talk unless we need to. So it's even harder to talk about love and chat sweetly. But even just sitting next to each other, enjoying the presence of each other, and then doing my own thing, it makes me a rare physical and mental pleasure.

As soon as the three days I had set for me arrived, even if I didn't want to, I still restrained myself and Dillon from saying goodbye temporarily. The excuse is to want to hang out with some friends for a few days. God knows that in the more than two years of working and studying in Miami, I haven't made any people who can be called friends, or acquaintances who can make me like Dillon, willing to waste my time to get along.

The reason I left Dillon these days is just to update my Dexter observation diary again. After leaving Miami to participate in the National Supermodel, I have had almost a year and did not seriously understand the situation around Dexter. The only thing that can be considered an update is through monitoring his "sister" Debbie on the social network.

Although it is not intuitive, I can still easily update the status of their home from Debbie's status updates and some messages on the Internet. Not to mention Debbie sometimes complains from time to time with her friends about her brother's inhumanity.

By the way, I call Debbie Dexter's "sister". Sincerely. Among Brian's personalities, some of them can only be disgusted with Dexter's adoptive parents. How can he treat this kindly and occupy Dexter's side, the woman he should have stood in?

"I'll be back in a few days, remember to think about me." I carried a small handbag in my hand. It was a gift from the magazine when I was a model. Standing in front of Dillon's firearms store, he stepped forward and hugged the man in front of him, and then made bad people walk on the walkway, and gave Dillon a kiss with a dragonfly on his lips.

"Why don't I know when you become so ..." Although the tone was helpless, I could easily see that Dillon's eyes had some pampering.

"This is an act of sworn sovereignty and territory." I smiled and spread my hands, carrying a heavy bag, and I quickly put down my hand. "Don't think that I don't know. Your muscles and handsome face make many women nearby drooling."

"Are you a wild animal?" Dillon became a little crying, his expression melted like a marble statue in his daily life. The image of the whole person became lively.

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

I did not agree with Dillon's plan to borrow a car, and I still took a taxi to leave. Because of what I want to do, it is not a good idea to drive a car that is not common and is quite conspicuous in some way.

Dillon's car, **** it is a cool and explosive Hummer. On the green surface of the army, the Quartet looks particularly imposing, and it is similar to the feeling of Dillon himself. Should I say that it looks like a master? It can also be seen from this that although Dillon is the kind of dumb man, the sense of existence is hard to ignore.

Maybe this is what attracted me.

In a taxi, I asked the driver to drive the car to a business district not far from today's Dexter's home, where I was dropped off. Because the exact address was reported directly, wouldn't it be suspicious if the driver directly put me at his doorstep and I didn't enter the door after getting off the bus?

Said to be a business district, it is actually just a street where some daily necessities shops and cafes and restaurants gather. Although it's been a day, I still bought a cup of mocha and drank. While leisurely carrying the bag in his hand, like a young man shopping alone in the afternoon, strolling close to Dexter's neighborhood.

If I remember well, Debbie, who was still in her last year of high school, was ready to go home after class. Usually she would get off at this bus stop if she was not picked up by the retired Sheriff Harry.

I thought about it and stopped at the bus stop closest to Dexter's house. I found a place to sit in the rain shelter of the bus station, just like other people waiting for the bus. It's just that they are waiting for the next bus, and I am waiting for the individual.

Soon, the bus was about five minutes late as usual, and the bus carrying Debbie stopped at the bus stop. I pretended to be aimlessly watching the crowd of people getting off the bus, searching for Debbie's figure. Hopefully, she wasn't picked up by Sheriff Harry today, so that I could detect something from her mouth.

Fortunately, I was fortunate to have encountered the day when Sheriff Harry was not picking up Debbie home. Debbie and some of her classmates talked as they got out of the back door of the car.

I noticed that although Debbie had her back to me, my eyes were spotted by a friend of hers facing the other girl here. An excited expression appeared on her face, and although she wanted to do small movements, it was greatly discovered by me, and she nodded the arm of her classmate.

"Look at it! ... there is a handsome guy over there ... look so **** ..." It's not a whisper, full of girlish words, flowing into my ears. There was a smile in the corner of my mouth, a surprised expression on my face, and I walked towards them.

"Ah !!!! He came over to us!"

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

Actually before that, although I monitored each of her social network accounts, I even knew her information because of following Dexter. But we didn't really know it. This sentence was originally a bait for chatter.

"Ah?" Debbie turned her head blankly and glanced at me. She obviously doesn't remember who I am, of course, someone who has never met, how could she remember? "... sorry ... are you?"

"Don't you remember? We met at the eks bar last month!" I made a look of surprise and injury, and affirmed the fact that we knew each other. Because by monitoring Debbie's social network, I knew she was drunk with a few friends at eks bar a month ago.

After getting drunk, I also made several pushes, and after sober I was embarrassed to explain one more. Therefore, a drunk person who doesn't remember who she has met is a very reasonable explanation.

"Oh my god, Debbie! You know such a handsome boy and didn't even introduce it to us!" A few friends beside her cheered. This made Debbie's face subtle red.

It is also thanks to their coaxing that Debbie does not have enough time and calm mind to analyze my lies. She murmured, "Ah ... yes ... yes ... what's your name?"

"William." I smiled and said William's name. "How are you doing lately? Are you still having trouble with your brother? That day you drunk and talked a lot with me."

Because of his case recently, his name has remained in my mind. But morally speaking, I shouldn't just use his name like that, after all, I only knew about his death soon. Unfortunately, because I didn't feel this kind of moral thing, I said it subconsciously.

Also based on Debbie's social network, I noticed that she had posted some awkward situations with Dexter before. So I took this as the topic and directly cut into the topic I wanted to explore.

Unexpectedly, Debbie's face was darkened when she mentioned this sentence. The friends who had coaxed beside her before also appeared overwhelmed, showing a look of comfort. what happened?

"... We are no longer troublesome ..." Debbie said in a low tone. "After my father died, I realized that now only my brother is the one who can support my life with me."

Sheriff Harry has died? !! I was blown away by the sudden news. But I still got a courtesy consolation subconsciously, "Sorry Debbie ... I don't know ... what happened?"

Also, after all, no one will say on social networks about the death of some of the closest relatives. When some small sorrows and small griefs occur, people generally like to let the people around them know and get attention. But when a real change happens, it is normal for people to hide in the shadows to heal.

But to me, the death of Sheriff Harry and Debbie's sadness have nothing to do with me. The only thing I knew through this message was that Dexter's last reins had disappeared!

"... 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 fragile side in front of a stranger, and quickly changed the topic: No William, it's not your fault. Thank you for your concern, but I don't think it's the best time to chat now. "

This sentence amounts to a rejection of my conversation. Anyway, I didn't mean to know each other and exchange contact information with her. Anyway, the news has probably been received. I can just stop and dilute the memories I had in Debbie's memory.

Unlike Brian's original plan to get close to Dexter, I don't want to go through this cruel way.

Because Brian hated Debbie, his previous plan was to approach Debbie, and after gaining her trust, he invaded her family. Thus linked with Dexter. Finally, it is best to kill Debbie in front of Dexter and reawaken his brother's memories of himself and his real family.

This was the best way Brian had thought of. Dexter's connection with the fake family was completely cut off, and only he and himself, as they did more than a decade ago, supported each other. But I always feel that this method brings Brian's inferiority when facing Dexter.

The last reins disappeared, also when Dexter was most unstable. I can start approaching him. 2k novel reading network