Brandt: What the hell are you going to do?
Jason: I'm going to buy something.Brandt: What are you going to buy?
Jason pondered and said, "A red hood?"
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)Chapter 9 The ninth psychopathic Jason didn't buy a red hood, and there was no such thing in the supermarket.Instead, he stopped in the knitted hat section.He fell in love with a red knitted hat, the brim of the hat was pulled down to cover the chin, and it could be worn as a hat when folded three times, which probably fit his mind very well, so Jason picked it up with great satisfaction.Then the price tag behind it was revealed.$52?
Brant couldn't understand that a hat was more expensive than my fruit tower cookies?
Jason's response was to silently put the knitted hat into Brandt's shopping cart.Okay.Brant glanced at Jason and acquiesced in his actions.Time flies quickly, nearly nine o'clock, the nightlife begins, the wind chimes at the entrance of the supermarket keep ringing, and a group of young people who deliberately pretend to be mature rush in.They don't look to be more than sixteen or seventeen years old, but the girls are scantily clad and have heavy makeup, and the boys have exaggerated tattoos on their nose rings.Obviously, a group of bad kids who deliberately pretend to be adults are probably going to some indescribable places to have a good time.Brant quickly ignored them, but they were too excited and noisy, chattering non-stop, Brant tried to block out most of them, and some stubbornly burrowed into his ears.Wow, I'm going to go to the bar soon, I'm so excited!
I'm so old that I haven't drunk yet.There were girls cheering excitedly.A young man with a duck voice said proudly: "Hey, I haven't seen the world's dirt buns, this time Boss Tom has a treat and will take you to see the world."
George, is that Tom reliable?
After all, we are from outside the school, and we are not yet 21 years old, so we are not allowed to enter the bar.Speaking of fake identity documents, can they really pass the test?
We're not going to be blasted out, are we?
It's nothing to blast out, just don't be taken to the police station to criticize and educate, if my dad knows that I secretly went to a bar, he can beat me half to death.Questioning voices came and went, and the male duck interrupted them with dissatisfaction: Don't act with us if you're afraid!
A bunch of cowards!
Someone asked again: George George, did you bring the happy water you talked about last time?
Of course, happy water, fairy medicine, Boss Tom sent me a lot back, and I brought George with a duck's voice, and suddenly shouted: Eh, where did you come from, why did you arrest me!
George screamed in pain, and a foreboding suddenly rose in Brant's heart, and he immediately twisted his head to the left, and Jason, who was originally there, was indeed gone, and then looked at the gate, and the person who was kicked and beaten by the group of young people was Jason!
Jason grabbed George, who was obviously the leader of the small group, and asked in a gloomy tone: Drug abuse?
Let go!
George's face was a little distorted with anger, it's none of your business!
The teenagers began to kick Jason, some tried to break his hand, others pushed him on the shoulder, but Jason remained motionless, his hand tightly squeezing George's wrist, which was already visibly red and swollen.Jason's breathing began to get heavy: Who, sold to, yours.The teenagers finally realized that this was a person they couldn't afford to mess with, and they didn't dare to run, and they couldn't beat them, so they had to talk about it one by one.It's not for sale, George said it was given by Tom!
Tom is from outside the school, and I have long said that he is unreliable.It's a little thing that isn't addictive and very hilarious, how can there be such a cheap thing, I think it's trying to trick us.George finally couldn't help it, hey!
That's not the attitude you had when you said you wanted to play!
Shut up.Jason gritted his teeth and spat out word after word, thing, give it to me.The teenagers shrank their heads like quails, and George trembled with his left hand, took out a plate of pills and a few thumb-sized brown vials from his right trouser pocket, and handed them to Jason tremblingly, before finally taking back control of his right hand.Jason took the pill and vial, and let go of his grip.He had a straight face, his teeth clenched, and even a slight spasm in his hands, and he was in a very wrong state.Afraid that he would get sick again, Brant hurriedly pushed the shopping cart and took a few steps over.Waving his hand for the teenagers to hurry away, Brant pressed Jason's shoulder.Calm down, Jason.Jason hoarsely said: I'm calm now.So what's wrong, and what spurred you this time?
Those scoundrels, moths, scum, they took drugs to school and sold them to children.And then?
Jason's eyes were terrifying, and he said word by word: I'm going to end their lair.Brant took the pill from Jason's hand, picked one open, crushed it, put it to his nose and sniffed it, the smell of marijuana went straight to his brain.Brandt's face turned pale, he closed his eyes and slowed down for a moment before saying: It's not a gadget, this thing has a lot of medicinal power, and it really deserves to die.He first admitted Jason, made the other party relax a little, and then said: But you can't, we can call the police at most, and you can't be seen by the police.Jason's expression became ugly.Listen.Brant said, "I'm dying of exhaustion now, and my right hand is going to be useless, so you'd better calm down yourself, because I can't help you."
Jason was unmoved.Although it has not been paid yet.Brant hesitated and said, "Do you want to try the fruit tower biscuits?"
Sweets help with relaxation.Jason gave him a cold look and reached into the cart, of course he didn't go for the damn cookies, but skimmed over the beef and chicken wings and took back the red knit hat that had been thrown into the cart.He stiffened his knitted hat, and after five or six minutes, he magically calmed down.Okay, too.Seeing that Jason had recovered somewhat, Brant breathed a sigh of relief.dragged the other party to the checkout counter quickly, Brant was very glad that there were not many people now, otherwise he was really afraid that Jason would lose his temper when waiting in line.Quickly pay the money and leave the supermarket more quickly.As he was about to leave the house, Brandt heard the last thing he wanted to hear.Huh?
The bandage man who scares children is a little familiar.I also think it's familiar, I think I've only seen it recently, but I just can't remember it.Sure enough, this level of camouflage will definitely be discovered.If Jason is discovered, he will definitely attract attention to himself next to him, although he has tried his best to avoid the supermarket surveillance cameras just now, but it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be caught in the side face or back.The police will pay attention to him again, and the trouble will come or lose it in turn, Jason is too good at causing trouble.The sound of flipping books sounded in his brain again, and he guessed that the system wanted to protest, but finally held back, and there was no sound in the end.Suddenly there is a young voice who always likes to pretend to be mysterious, will it be empty and lonely?
The answer is no, and it only took a few seconds for Brant to fully adapt to this state.And it's like the question that adults always have: what should I do if my child loses his temper?
Patiently coax him?
No, Brant is only good at cold violence.So he ignored the teenager who flipped through the book aloud for attention, and began to think seriously about Jason's question.He is mentally unstable, irritable, troublesome, and disobedient, and his only use is probably that he can be used to study abilities.So why has he been able to endure until now?
Is it the first time for a man to be so important?
Brandt couldn't figure it out, so he didn't want to.He dragged Jason back, during which he beat up a thief, kicked two extortion thugs, and thumped a pervert who secretly photographed the bottom of a girl's skirt into the trash, and finally returned home.The delay on the road was too long, and it was almost early in the morning when I got home.Brant didn't bother to cook spicy chicken wings, nor did he bother to stew beef, so he ate all the sandwiches in three or two clicks, and ate half a bag of fruit tower biscuits without cinnamon to fill his stomach.Neil leaned back and laughed in the living room watching a funny show, and Jason slipped into the guest room with his head down.Brant also went back to the bedroom, leaned back, and collapsed on the bed.His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he became more and more sleepy, and just as Brant was about to fall asleep, there was a sudden clanging sound of smashing, which made him wake up.What's wrong with it!
Brant sat up sharply.Neil was still watching TV hahaha, and took the time to reply: It's Jason.Brandt silently got up and pushed open the door of the guest room next door, and then he saw the broken thread all over the floor, a broken scissors, and a young Jason with a furrowed brow and a grumpy face.What are you doing!
I was going to dig two holes, and then sew the sunglasses on, Jason hesitated, spread his hands, and Brandt saw at a glance the unrecognizable knitted hat in his hand.The middle and upper part of the hat was dug with two holes of different sizes, and the edges of the holes began to shrink in several places, and the sunglasses were stuffed into the hat, revealing in the holes, and the two sunglasses legs were fixed with the red thread found out of nowhere.Brant looked at the knitted hat, then at Jason, and fell into a long silence.※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Xiaobu: The best fruit tower biscuits in the world, no refutation!
Brother Tong: That's right!
I also eat cinnamon with it!
Brother Barrel: From now on, please call me the Knitted Hat Man (.Brother Tong & Brother Bucket: Huh?
The name seems to be wrong Chapter 10 The tenth psychopath Jason's manual work is unbearable, and Brant is not much better, and the two of them are getting worse and worse, and finally before scrapping the 52 knives, they admit defeat and go to Neil, a clever craftsman, to see if they can remedy it.Mr.
Kavrey, who learned from the gangsters of his hometown, honed his skills in countless safes, counterfeiting, and hand-in-hand sheep, and he divided a knitted hat by two, and in Jason's description, it took him less than five minutes to restore the piece of garbage that was about to be scrapped to a slightly eye-catching degree.There is no harm if there is no contrast, after the ravages of two people, and now seeing Neil's finished product, Jason is satisfied.Jason obediently went back to the guest room to sleep, Neil also turned off the TV and nestled into the second bedroom, Brant crawled back into bed exhausted, and finally fell asleep.It was probably enough sleep to wake people up, and when he opened his eyes the next morning, Brant suddenly felt that his mind was extremely smooth, and then he thought smoothly about how to avoid Jason's exposure.It's actually very simple, just get rid of the supermarket surveillance, and he happens to know a logistics master, who is very good at this, and even more coincidentally, that person is in Miami!
Turned out the mobile phone to make an appointment with the almighty logistics old Sam, and found that the mobile phone may have been turned off in the middle of the night before yesterday.Five are Debra and one is Dexter, there is no doubt that Dexter's pass was definitely begged by Debra to beat him.Just as he was thinking, another call came, and it was Debra again.Brant hurriedly connected, and the next second, Debra's hurried voice came.How do you answer the phone?
Now Miami is not safe, you don't know how worried I am!
Debra finished with a machine gun, and then began to gasp for air.Brandt: I'm so tired these days, your poor brother has overslept.Debra: Two days of sleep?
Are you a sleeping beauty?
My fault, I shouldn't have stopped looking at my phone, by the way, Deb, what are you doing, why are you panting so hard?
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Debra gasped for breath before saying: "I'm investigating, BAU's new instructions."
Brant echoed a few times at the right time, and Debra, who was unsuspecting, poured beans and crackled about the police station.It really deserves to be the FBI, but just after looking at the case file and the scene, the characteristics of the criminal were written out, which greatly reduced the scope of the investigation.I decided, they will be my idols from today onwards!
I think you can wait until the criminal is caught, and then say what idols are not idols.Brandt poured a basin of cold water and then continued to ask her: What is the result of the profile?
He also wondered if Debra would use an excuse to avoid a target with such characteristics if he refused to disclose the information, or whether he would use the good citizens to help the police find criminals, and Debra told him without hesitation.Caucasian male, 25-40 years old, middle class, with at least two private cars, working as a breeder or the like.She said: This is just a preliminary profile, and subsequent additions will depend on the results of the follow-up investigation.Brandt said suddenly: Dexter is definitely not next to you.Otherwise, she wouldn't have been allowed to reveal the police information so easily, even if he was their eldest brother.Debra said as a matter of course: he is a forensic doctor, and of course he will not go out with us.Brant couldn't refute it, silently said goodbye to his silly white sweet sister, and hung up the phone.The situation is not too bad, they live nearby, there is no one who matches the profile, the probability that BAU will visit is very low, as long as Jason and Neil stay at home obediently and don't run around, when the real murderer is caught, the BAU go back to Quantico, Miami will be their paradise again.Feeling a lot lighter, Brant unlocked the screen again, pressed the number he knew by heart, number by number, and then clicked dial.Hopefully, the phone could be connected until the third ring, and the ringing stopped abruptly, replaced by a slightly hoarse man's voice.Who?
Against the backdrop of a noisy frenzy, the unexpected is clear.It took ten minutes to get in touch with Sam Sr., and then Brant naturally got the place where he was working now, which was three blocks away from his home, the busiest street in the city center.Boom!
A yellow-haired man was carried by a strong man in uniform with one hand, flung out of the gate, and threw it right at Brant's feet.Brant paused and looked up at the light sign, where the large words in Chris's Lounge flashed dazzlingly, which was the destination of his trip.Moving a few steps to the side, bypassing the man lying on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face and unable to get up, Brant walked into the bar.It looked like an ordinary bar, but he knew that it wouldn't be that easy to stay with Sam for a year.He followed the direction Sam had said on the phone, walked straight through the hall, and then saw a middle-aged man sitting outside the bar at a glance.He has half-length black hair, deep blue eyes, delicate features, and even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes do not detract from him, but make him look full of mature male charm.