Dexter looked at him, and before he could ask anything, he was wrapped around his hands by Brian, who had made a detour behind him at some point, and then, as soon as his head hurt, his thoughts were frozen by Brandt's shooting.An unprecedented feeling of comfort struck suddenly, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, but his body became lighter and lighter.It was as if he was stepping on the clouds, and then he fell into a deep sleep.Brian asked in a word: Was this the case with me?
Brandt said sincerely: It's worse than this.Brian's face instantly darkened.The treatment of Dexter did not last long, although his hands were covered with blood, but miraculously it did not get out of control, and he was even much better than Brian's situation.So this time the treatment was extraordinarily short, and in less than half an hour, Brant withdrew his hand.Having finished Dexter, he finally had a chance to set his eyes on the middle-aged man who had been left out in the cold, who was bound to an iron bed but kept trying to make a sound.Brian asked: How do you solve this guy?
Brandt pondered for a moment, then said: Send it to the police station, they will be happy.Brian raised an eyebrow: He saw Dexter, and he saw us.Brandt laughed: Trust me, none of this is a problem.Then the next morning, the police station received an anonymous courier.When he opened the box, he saw a naked middle-aged man, his hands and feet tied, his mouth gagged, a label on the inner wall of the box, which said the murderer of the dismemberment case, and a file bag lying at his feet, with an evidence bag on the outside.The policemen, you look at me, I look at you, and they don't dare to act on their own, until the bold Debra stepped forward, removed the cloth from his mouth, and asked: Who are you?
What happened?
Who sent you here?
Then the man looked at Debra and giggled.Turned out to be a fool?
Debra was stunned.※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ forensic brother is actually a cold personality, do you dare to think?
This pair of poor heterosexual brothers.So only gaygay's brandt, is it normal hhh chapter 61 sixty-one psychopathy of course this person is not a fool, but he has been attacked in the brain and interfered with his memory.This is the brainchild of Brandt's treatment of Brian.He can empathize with other people's memories, and to put it more vividly, is to copy and paste that memory, so is it possible to choose to cut and paste?
If his two brothers can completely forget that past, it is not the kind of forgetting that Dexter hides in the bottom of his heart and can recall at any time, but the kind of complete deletion.If this is done and the source of the stimulus that triggers the lesion is eliminated, is it not the case that his brother will revert from a bad aggressive antisocial personality to a cerebral disorder that is not very harmful?
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he could try, and there was one to practice, so Brandt gave the serial murderer a tentacle and tried to cut the memory of him meeting them.Perhaps it was the first time that he was still very unskilled, but in addition to memory, Brant also cut a part of the functional cortex of the brain's logical thinking ability, which caused the prisoner to be a little stupid for a while.However, after another ten minutes, the person adapted to the new brain and new logical ability, and slowly returned to normal.It's just that the logic is confused, and it can't be as skilled as before.For the police, of course, this is a good thing.So much so that when Debra asked who you were again, a group of men with poor logic skills honestly said: Franklin.
Laurie.Debra asks: What for?
Laurie said without concealment: General Manager of Fein Securities Company, Chairman of Laurie Group.and: the murderer of the serial murder and dismemberment of the body.All Constables: !!
Brandt doesn't yet know what kind of storm he has caused the Miami Police Department.After sending off the murderer, he let Brian carry Dexter and go to his house, to be precise, the great villa that Mrs.
Colin had kindly sponsored to Neil.He first called Debra and told her that Dexter was sick, which was not serious, but asked her to help take a leave of absence for a while.Debra arrives worried, and after making sure that Dexter is indeed okay, she is reluctantly persuaded to leave.Of course, before leaving, he didn't forget to glare at Brian fiercely.As for why there was no fight, it was of course because Brian didn't even look at her, turned around and went back to the house, took the bed and covered it tightly for his brother.The kind of thing I don't have you in my eyes, only him, is vividly expressed, so that Debra has no strength to make a fuss.Debra left dejectedly, and Brian followed suit with half a month off work before their treatment began.It took about half a month for Brant to help his two brothers remedy their brain defects, and after Brian agreed and suppressed the opposing Dexter by force, he cleared up their childhood nightmare.The surgery was a success.At least it seems to have been successful.Patients speak out about their feelings.Brian: Although I'm not interested in anything now, I don't want to kill people or take revenge on society, and if I have to say, everything seems to me now, whether it's shooting a mosquito to death or killing a person, it feels pretty much the same, it's dispensable, and I don't expect or exclude it.But the law taught me that it was wrong to kill, so it didn't matter if I didn't.Success Story!
Dexter said with a stinky face: Almost.Brandt said: "Then let's do it for another week or two, and if my guess is correct, your frigidity will improve over time."
Dexter:???
Brian: Frigidity?
Brandt said: It's this state of no excitement.It originated in your brain, and I fixed it, and theoretically the symptoms would improve.It will not affect your crying, laughing, laughing and sleeping women in the future.Brian had a-eating look on his face.Dexter quietly blushed.The brothers had a good and short time, and while they were discussing whether they should go on a trip and have fun when they were cured, and then go back to work and enjoy the good life of social animals, the plan had to be interrupted by a phone call from Brandt.The caller was Omir.The call will be at half past two in the afternoon.Brandt asked strangely: You usually call me at seven o'clock in the evening, why did you change the time today.The voice on the other end of the phone was not Omir, but a young Lori voice: Brother Princess, I'm Jennifer.Ignoring the increasingly strange titles, Brandt suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart: What about Omir?
Why are you calling?
Jennifer whispered: I called secretly, Brother Omir wants to do something dangerous, and I won't tell you, but I think you should also know, after all, you are his princess!
Brant frowned: What is the danger?
Can you be clearer Jennifer?
Jennifer's little head still didn't quite understand something, so she had to try to remember that it was the rich uncle and Omir's brother who said that they were talking about things in the conference room, and Jennifer accidentally overheard it.I swear I didn't eavesdrop!
I just accidentally heard it when I was passing by.Jennifer hurriedly explained: It seems that the water in the tank has expired and is useless.Brant said: The culture medium is inactivated and cannot alleviate the rejection reaction?
Jennifer said: It seems like that's what it says.Brandt said: What are they going to do?
Brant: Jennifer?
What happened to you?
At this time, the voice on the other end of the phone turned into a male voice again.I found Edward's coordinates, which I found after tracking the Flying Fish logo.Bruce's voice came.Brandt said: That is, the owner of the flying fish, killed Frank and kidnapped Edward?
Bruce said: "It can be understood that way.And if my information is correct, the mastermind behind the flying fish is Black Mist.When Brant heard the familiar name, he was a little surprised for a while: Black Mist?
Who was behind that lab in Miami?
Not surprisingly, Bruce said, he was also the backroom patron of Frank's research base.Brant couldn't understand: But why?
yes, why.Why would the people who sponsored Chris a year ago turn a blind eye to Chris's demise?
Why would the same person who sponsored Frank a few months ago send someone to take his life and destroy this lab?
And why did the person who broke into fame 24 years ago have to make a new move in recent years.And what is even more puzzling is why the black fog touches the hands is all human experiments.Brant frowned, he always felt that there was something about to come out, and there was something invisible and intangible, and then quietly approached.Taking a deep breath, he said, "So the dangerous thing Jennifer said is that you plan to explore the base camp of the Black Mist?"
He said clearly: On the premise of carrying me.Bruce denied: Ormir's intention, to be exact.Brandt raised an eyebrow: You need my help, that's why you're going to explain your plan to me?
Bruce said meaningfully: I never needed help.Brandt retorted: Are those little birds my imagination?
Bruce choked up and had to say, "I just need your abilities."
Brandt said: Admit that you need me, and I will go there immediately.Bruce Bruce hung up the phone silently, unable to utter the kind of fleshy words.But then Brant really didn't go to help?
It turns out that with Omir's affairs, it is impossible for him to shake his hands in a dashing manner.Maybe Bruce just saw through this, so he couldn't be justified and strong.Regardless, Brandt said goodbye to his big brother and flew straight to Seattle that night.After getting off the plane, he went straight to Frank's research base, but after all, it was still a step too late, and only Jennifer, Omir and Bruce were left in the base except for the staff, and they were all gone.Brandt asks: Are they gone?
Jennifer nodded: But the rich uncle left this.She handed Brant a pair of sunglasses, a pair of sunglasses with large lenses and two temples, with the Wayne Group logo on one side and Stark Industries on the other.So, this is Wayne and Stark, the cooperation that they have negotiated?
Brant took it and put it on, and pressed it lightly on the button on the temple, and then many yellow and green lines and light spots flashed in the dark field of vision, forming a two-dimensional map, and the dark red landmarks that have been flashing should be the message conveyed by Bruce.Sure enough, Jennifer said: Uncle Rich asked you to go to the Red Dot to find him.Brant nodded: Got it, you take care of yourself alone.Jennifer shook her head: Jennifer is not alone.Brandt asked strangely: Who still stayed?
I came all the way, and I didn't meet anyone except a few strange employees downstairs with the logo of the Wayne Group.As he spoke, the door to the lounge was pushed open, and an old man with gray hair walked out with a tray.He bent down and said to Jennifer kindly: It's time to take the medicine, little princess, obediently finish the medicine, there are special cookies as a reward.People know, Ah Fu.Jennifer reluctantly wrinkled her face, but for the sake of Afu's special cookies, she could eat any bitter medicine!
Looking at the harmonious grandparents and grandchildren?
Brant didn't feel moved, he only felt a mountain called debt collection pressing down hard.Mr.
Butler, why are you here?
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Brant said hesitantly: The Kaafoe looked at him calmly for a while, and then finally remembered that he patted his forehead and said comfortingly: It's okay, it's just a little pocket money, and it's not too late to talk about it when this matter is over.He pointedly clicked his glasses that didn't exist, and blinked understandingly: I know about Bruce and you, that card should be used as payment, our lord is just a little duplicitous, he actually needs you very much.Brandt's heart fell to the ground in an instant, and he lost his resistance to Bruce's behavior for a moment.He looked at the smiling old man in amazement and sighed in his heart.Ward Days!
What kind of fairy butler is this?
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Chapter 62 The Sixty-Second Psychotic Immortal Butler's Immortal Immortal Butler was more than that, when Brant put on a special chest armor and drove a high-performance combat vehicle that was not much different from the Batmobile, equipped with countless high-tech gadgets, this admiration reached its peak.Worthy of Alfred, a role model in the butler world.All the way, he drove into the no-man's land along the positioning glasses, and after about three or four hours, he came to a sea area.The reason why it is described as a sea area is because with his knowledge reserves, he does not know what this sea is called.Obviously, it is a product of the fusion of multiple universes.Brandt converted the vehicle into sailing mode and drove directly into the sea.According to the steward, Omir and the others left only more than half an hour in the morning when Brant arrived, but he chased all the way but failed to catch up, either the other party was faster than himself, or they went a fork in the road.After all, it is the coordinates of the final destination that are located, not a known route.Brant continued to follow the fastest path he had calculated in his head, and then he saw a sprawling building.That building can't be said to be a manor, not a castle, and it can't be described as a villa, if anything, it's more like a huge work of art.Brandt had a hunch in his heart, I'm afraid this is it.He looked at the map displayed in his sunglasses, but was stunned to find that although the red dot was also in this direction, it was farther away than him, and in real proportions, I am afraid that there was still a distance of one or two kilometers.How can it be?
It's like a tall building like a villain's stronghold, a building so close to the coordinates, how can it not be?
Brant's unbelieving button enlarged the map, and then found that it was clearly marked with a line of flowers.Stark House.As if to slap the face.Brandt: Okay, you've got the money, you have the final say.If you want to build your home like a villain stronghold or crafts, it's up to you.Brandt relentlessly drove over, and then came to the destination of the trip.