It's not that hard.At least for Brant, who has conscious tentacles, it's just a matter of time and number.He even healed Brian with one hand, and with the other, he went out of his way to answer a call from Omir.As soon as the phone was connected, Omir's deliberately sweet voice came through the earpiece.Brant, it's been a long time since I've seen you, and I miss you so much.Brant frowned: We just separated for less than 17 hours?
He wasn't quite sure that it wasn't for long, actually?
Omir: Well, that makes sense.He changed the subject.You don't usually take care of yourself, so what can you do without me?
Brandt laughed: Don't tease, I have a 100,000 card, even if I spend some of it, the rest is enough for me to live comfortably for a while, provided that the rich housekeeper does not collect debts.Omir: Brant also said: Debra said I was fat today!
It's eaten when I'm with you.Looking at it this way, it's not bad to be separated for a while.Omir Omir couldn't care about anything else, and his mind was now full of what Brandt had just said about being together.Although reason told him that this sentence was absolutely innocent and there was no ambiguity, emotionally he still couldn't help but think about it.Is Brant hinting at me something?
Did Brant find out about my attempt?
Does Brant like me too?
No, Omir's brain was overloaded for a moment, he couldn't speak, and the weird Brant asked out loud if there was something uncomfortable.But what can poor, unrequited Omir do?
He could only reluctantly find an opportunity to hang up the phone, so that he could go to the toilet to wash his face and cool himself down.Omir began to think of an excuse to hang up, but before he could think of a reasonable excuse, there was a situation on Brandt's side.After talking on the phone for so long, Brian, who had an amazing ability to recover, actually woke up rubbing his head.Brandt immediately said to Omir: Let's talk next time, there is something going on here, let's hang up first.Omir hurriedly said: Wait a minute, that doodoo But at this time, the phone has hung up mercilessly.Omir: What else?
The person you like has to be chased after on your knees.Omir put his phone back in his pocket and let out a long sigh at Jennifer, who looked confused.Jennifer tilted her head to kill: Big hero brother, did your princess ignore you?
Omir said in his heart: My princess, I don't know that I am a princess.Jennifer's eyes widened in surprise and she covered her mouth.Brian woke up and looked at Brant silently, without saying a word.The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Brant coughed and sat down next to him.Say something, Brian?
He looked sideways at his eldest brother.Brian hung his head and played with his fingers: What did you do to me?
Brandt said: So you feel it, right?
Brian didn't speak, Brandt didn't rush him, and after a few minutes, maybe ten minutes, Brian suddenly looked up at his brother.It's weird.He said: I am more sober than ever, not that I used to be confused, but now, a lot of my thoughts have changed.Brant knew the treatment worked: like?
Brian looked at his outstretched hands and said, "For example, I don't want to play a game of co-killing with Dexter, and I don't want to give him a dismembered female corpse."
I knew it wasn't right, but what had excited me before wasn't interesting at all.No, that's the right development.Brant said: Was it a delusion caused by a brain defect?
Cognitive confusion?
Whatever you want.Brian was a little decadent all over: You deprived me of the only possibility a man could feel excited.Only then did Brant realize that sex had not been able to excite Brian all along.Only when he kills, or plans to kill, will he have the feeling that Emmm Brandt is sincere in his advice: If women can't do it, in fact, you can still try men?
Brian: Brian wants to beat up his brother when he hears this!
The doorbell rescues Brant, who was almost beaten, and he walks over to Fantasy and opens the door, only to find that it is Debra standing outside the door.Debra looked nervously at Brant and kept looking into the house: I'm here to pick up Rudy.Brant knew what she was worried about: I didn't do anything to him.Debra doesn't believe it: What about Rudy?
Brandt sighed and welcomed her into the house.Debra walked briskly into the villa and saw her boyfriend sitting in the hall.Debra ran over excitedly: Rudy, why don't you break up.Brian said lightly.Shape?
Debra's words were cut in two, and her voice suddenly rose to the top, and she asked incredulously: What did you say?
Brian said uninterestedly: I don't have any feelings for you, stop pestering me???
Debra stared at him dumbfounded, then punched him hard.Scumbag!
She ran away crying.Brant: What the hell is this?
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Chapter 60 Sixty Psychopathic Brant hesitated and said: You my sister away.Brian said indifferently: But I don't want to kill her either, isn't that a good thing for you and Dexter?
If so, is that true?
Brant didn't know what kind of expression it would be better to put on, but Brian's speech continued.Let's stop talking about irrelevant people, why don't we design a meeting ceremony with our younger brother?
Brian raised some interest and said.Brandt had to tell him the bitter truth: your meeting with Dexter was over.Brian was stunned: When?
How did I not know?
Brandt said: At the police station, as a suspect and his sister's boyfriend.Oh.He added: Now that you're the ex-boyfriend of your scumbag sister, what do you think of Dexter's opinion of you?
Brian: Brian barely managed to maintain his frigid dead expression.There was no way, Brandt couldn't let there be a gap between the two brothers, and could only act as a person in the middle to lubricate and run-in, so that night, he thought that the younger brother was almost off work, so he planned to take the eldest brother to his house to block people.Then, there was a blockage.Brant is incredible: It's dark at half past nine, why isn't Dexter at home?
Brian looked at him: "You think I'll know?"
That must be no, and Brant had to call the lovelorn and heartbroken Debra to ask about Dexter.The phone rang for a minute, and no one answered.Brant hangs up and fights again.No one answered.Finally, Debra may have finally been unable to stand Brant's persistent annoying behavior, and angrily answered the phone.Debra: What are you still calling!
I'm out of love and don't want to pay attention to you.Brandt: I know, but I just wanted to ask where Dexter is.Debra: You're still helping that scumbag bully me, huh.Brandt: I didn't, I just wanted to ask where Dexter was.Debra: I've only got a good brother to Dirks.Brandt: So where the hell is Dexter?
Debra roared: How the do I know!
Shouldn't he be at home when he's off work!
Brant frowned: Debb, how many times have I said that a good girl can't scold.He was answered by Debra's angry hang-up of the phone.Well, at least now he knew that their little brother had indeed gotten off work, and as for why he wasn't at home, he couldn't help but think of the worst possible possibility.He's not going to go on a killing spree, right?
I have to say, Brandt's instincts are sometimes damn accurate.Dexter stunned a middle-aged man with a blank face and dragged him into the alley.It was a dark alley that connected at both ends, and he tied the man's hands and feet, tightened his mouth, and stuffed him into a woven bag.Dexter had always been the strongest of the three brothers, and his strength was quite great, so with a single move, he slung the woven bag over his shoulders and strode towards the other alley.There was a pickup truck parked there, or the car of the owner of the first blood flakes after the exhaust fan, he killed someone at the time, and by the way, his car was requisitioned, and it was sprayed with paint a few times, and it is still used to this day.He threw the woven bag into the car, got into the driver's seat himself, and started the car.The destination is his secret base, and no third person in this world knows about it except for him and Harry, and now that Harry is dead, it has become his own secret.After driving for nearly half an hour, the destination arrived.It was an abandoned warehouse and a private court where he executed criminals.He carried the woven bag into the warehouse, dragged the man out and fixed it on the iron frame bed, and then it was time to enjoy it.The man didn't know when he woke up, his eyes widened in horror, and he didn't know what he was talking about.Dexter didn't even look at him, took out a syringe, then turned around and walked slowly towards him.The man's screams became louder, and he tried to struggle, but his hands and feet were firmly strangled on the iron bed, and he couldn't move.He wanted to shake his head violently, but even his head and jaw were tied up and wrapped around the bed, and all he could do was blink his eyes frantically and shout words that no one could understand.Do you know to be afraid?
Dexter pretended to be surprised and said: Then when you kill people, when you divide the bodies of innocent girls, why don't you care if they are afraid or not?
The man could only roll his eyes in vain.Hathaway.
Case, Pamela.
Michael, Kelly.
Vernon, you know all three, right?
You ask them out of the bar, use your upper-class status, and treat them the way I do to you.You tie them to their beds, make them bleed to death, and then brutally dismember them and throw them in the garbage heap like garbage.Oh, maybe you violated them after you died?
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After all, you're a pervert who only has feelings for corpses.Don't worry, I'm not going to learn from you, I don't like corpses, especially men.Dexter stuck the needle into the man's skin, looked at his expression of gradual panic and collapse, and laughed: "Be happy, you're about to become my next favorite."
As he spoke, he took out a drop of blood, dripped it on a thin slice to make a sample, and put it away.Now, let's get started.He took out a knife and pressed it against the man's fragile carotid artery, and then slammed it hard!
Dexter's knife-wielding hand paused.Bang bang!
Dexter frowned and lifted the knife, and a cut had already appeared on the man's neck, and blood was pouring out.But the arteries should not have been cut, and the blood flow is not very fast.With the knife in hand, he walked to the door on guard, staring at the smashed loose lock, and raised the knife with a frown.With the last bang, the rusty iron door opened, and a tall and thin figure ran in, and Dexter subconsciously raised his knife and stabbed it violently.Click!
The knife was held against something hard, followed by a familiar voice: It's me, Dirks.From his brother Brant.And he was using a short steel pipe to block the knife he had stabbed at Brian.Dexter still looked at him warily, he didn't know how these two men found their secret base, and he didn't know how much they heard and saw.No one is to be trusted, not even his older brother Brandt, let alone the ex-boyfriend of a misbehaving sister.As he was thinking so, he heard Brandt casually ask, "Why don't you invite us in and sit down?"
Dexter stood in front of the two: there was no plan for this for the time being.Brant sighed: I guess you're here to be a judge?
Or the self-proclaimed God?
Judge those who have escaped the law, or who are unable to punish them accordingly.He said meaningfully: For example, the serial murderers of the past few days?
He got it!
Dexter's eyes instantly sharpened: What do you want?
Brian couldn't help but glance at him: The little brother is quite secondary?
Dexter retorted to him: You have nothing to do with Debra, and you are not qualified to call me little brother.Brant said: Even if you are with Deb, you should be called big brother.Dexter: Brandt has revealed the mystery: he's our older brother, our own big brother.Dexter:!!!
That's impossible!
Dexter thinks so and says so.I've never had a brother other than you, and I guess you know that better than I do?
Brandt said: "Big brother separated from us when you were less than three years old, so it's normal that you don't remember."
Dexter frowned: But you never mentioned the big brother.Brant said: "There have also been disconnections in my memory, I have the impression that the three of us got along, but I don't know where Brian went.Dexter asks: Brian?
Brandt said: Rudy is a pseudonym.I didn't hear from him until recently.I was going to tell you after finding someone, but I didn't expect the eldest brother to come to you in turn, and the comedy almost became a tragedy.What else is not understood.Knowing that he still wants to provoke Debra.Dexter didn't believe that this big brother who exuded the same kind of atmosphere had any good intentions.But at this time, Brant said another thing: these can be put down first, and we have come to you this time for other purposes.