family history of mental illness

Brant said hesitantly, "You ran my sister away in anger."

Brian said indifferently: "But I don't want to kill her either. Isn't this a good thing for you and Dexter?"

If you think so, is it right?

Brandt didn't know what expression to put on, but Brian's speech continued.

"Let's stop talking about insignificant people, why don't we design a meeting ceremony with my younger brother?" Brian said with some interest.

Brant had to tell him a bitter truth: "Your meeting with Dexter is over."

Brian was stunned: "When? Why don't I know?"

"At the police station, as a suspect and my sister's boyfriend. Oh," Brandt said.

He added: "What do you think of Dexter's opinion of you, now the ex-boyfriend of my scumbag sister?"

Brian: "..."

Brian could barely maintain his frigid death expression.

There was no way, Brant could not let the estrangement between the two brothers always exist, he could only act as a lubricating and running-in person in the middle, so that night, he calculated that the younger brother had almost left work, so he planned to take the elder brother to his house to block people.

Then, it was blocked.

Brant was incredulous: "It's dark at 09:30, why isn't Dexter at home?"

Brian looked at him: "You think I'll know?"

That must be negative, so Brandt had to call Debra, who was heartbroken and heartbroken, and asked about Dexter.

The phone rang for 1 minute and no one answered.

Brandt hangs up and calls again.

No one heard.

Call again...

Finally, Debra probably couldn't bear Brant's persistent and annoying behavior at last, and angrily connected the phone.

Debra: "Why are you still calling! I'm broke in love and I don't want to talk to you."

Brant: "I know, but I just wanted to know where Dexter is."

Debra: "You're still helping that scumbag bully me, blah blah."

Brant: "I didn't, I just wanted to ask where Dexter was."

Debra: "I only have one good brother, Dex, woo woo woo."

Brant: "So where the hell is Dexter?"

Debra roared angrily: "How the hell would I know! Shouldn't he be home after get off work!"

Brant frowned: "Deb, how many times have I told you that good girls can't swear."

It was Debra who answered him and hung up the phone angrily.

Well, at least now I know that their little brother has indeed left work, as for why he is not at home... He couldn't help but think of the worst possibility.

"Isn't he going to start a killing spree?"

……

I have to say that Brant's intuition is sometimes damn accurate.

Dexter knocked out a middle-aged man with no expression on his face, and dragged him into the alley.

This is a dark alley connected at both ends. He tied the man's hands and feet, tightened his mouth, and stuffed the man into a woven bag.

Dexter has always been the strongest of the three brothers, and he is also quite strong, so with just a light move, he put the woven bag on his shoulders and strode towards another alley.

There was a small truck parked there, and it was the car of the owner of the blood flake who didn't know who was behind the exhaust fan. At that time, he killed someone, and by the way, his car was requisitioned, painted several times, and it has been used until today.

He threw the woven bag into the car, got into the driver's seat, and started the car.

The destination was his secret base, except for him and Harry, no one in the world knew about it, and now that Harry was dead, it became his own secret.

After driving for nearly half an hour, we arrived at our destination.

It was an abandoned warehouse and also his "private court" for executing criminals.

He carried the woven bag into the warehouse, dragged the person out and fixed it on the iron frame bed, and then it was time to enjoy it.

The man woke up at some point, his eyes widened in horror, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Without even looking at him, Dexter took out a needle, then turned around and walked slowly towards him.

The man screamed louder. He wanted to struggle, but his hands and feet were tightly strangled on the iron bed, unable to move.He wanted to shake his head violently, but even his forehead and jaw were tied tightly to the bed by bandages. All he could do was blink his eyes crazily and shout in a muffled voice that no one could understand.

"You also know to be afraid?" Dexter pretended to be surprised, "Then when you kill innocent girls, why don't you care if they are afraid or not?"

The man could only roll his eyes in vain.

"Hathaway Keys, Pamela Michael, Kelly Vernon, you all know these three people? You ask them out of the bar, use your upper-class status, and then treat you like I treat you They. You tied them to the bed, let them bleed to death, then brutally dismembered them, and then threw them in the garbage like garbage. Oh, maybe you raped them after death? After all You are a pervert who only has feelings for corpses. Don’t worry, I won’t learn from you, I don’t like corpses, especially male ones.”

Dexter stuck the needle into the man's skin, saw his expression gradually collapsed in horror, and laughed: "Be happy, you will soon 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 then put it away.

"Now, let's start."

He took out a knife, pressed it against the man's fragile carotid artery, and then violently...

"Oh!"

Dexter's knife hand pauses.

"Bang bang!"

Dexter frowned, and lifted the knife. There was already a cut on the man's neck, and blood flowed out.

But the artery should not be cut yet, and the blood flow is not fast.

Holding the knife, he walked to the door warily, staring at the smashed loose lock, frowning and raised the knife.

With the final bang, the rusty iron door swung open, and a tall and thin figure ran in. Dexter subconsciously raised the knife and stabbed at it.

"Crack!" The knife was held against something hard, followed by a familiar voice: "It's me, Dex."

From his brother Brant.

And he was using a short steel pipe to block the knife he stabbed at Brian.

Dexter still looked at him warily, he didn't know how these two people found their secret base, and he didn't know how much they heard and saw.

No one is to be trusted, not even his brother Brant, let alone a misbehaving sister's ex-boyfriend.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Brandt ask casually, "Why don't you invite us to sit in?"

Dexter stood in front of the two: "I don't have any plans for now."

Brandt sighed: "I guess you are here to be a judge? Or a self-proclaimed God? To judge those who have escaped the law, or those who cannot be punished by the law."

He said pointedly: "For example, the serial murderers these days?"

He got it!

Dexter's eyes sharpened instantly: "What do you want?"

Brian couldn't help but glanced at him: "My little brother is still a secondary school student?"

Dexter refuted him: "You have nothing to do with Debra, you don't have the right to call me little brother."

Brant said: "Even if it's with Deb, it should be called big brother."

Dexter: "..."

Brandt revealed the answer: "He's our brother, dear brother."

Dexter: "!!!"

This is impossible!

Dexter thought so, and said so.

"I've never had a brother other than you. I think you know this better than me?"

Brant said, "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 about your eldest brother."

Brandt said: "My memory has also been disconnected. I have the impression of the three of us getting along, but I don't know where Brian went."

Dexter asked, "Brian?"

Brandt said: "Rudy is a pseudonym. I didn't find out about him until recently. I planned to find someone and tell you, but I didn't expect my brother to find you instead. The comedy almost turned into a tragedy."

What is not understood.

He clearly knew himself, but he still wanted to provoke Debra.

Dexter couldn't believe that this big brother who exuded the same kind of atmosphere had such kind intentions.

But at this time, Brant said another thing: "You can let go of these things first. We came to you this time for another purpose."

Dexter looked at him, and before he could ask anything, his hands were entangled by Brian who had made a detour behind him at some point. Immediately afterwards, his forehead hurt, and his thoughts slapped by Brant froze.

An unprecedented sense of comfort suddenly hit him, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, but his body became lighter and lighter.

He seemed to be stepping on a cloud, and then fell into a deep sleep comfortably.

"..." Brian asked indescribably, "I was... the same way?"

Brandt said sincerely, "It's worse than that."

Brian's face darkened instantly.

The treatment for Dexter didn't last long. Although his hands were covered with blood, he miraculously didn't lose control. He was even in a much better condition than Brian.

So this time the treatment was extremely short, within half an hour, Brant stopped.

With Dexter taken care of, he finally gets a chance to set his sights on the middle-aged man who has been left out, chained to an iron bed and trying to make a sound.

Brian asked: "How does this guy solve it?"

Brant pondered for a while, then said, "Send it to the police station, they will be very happy."

Brian raised his eyebrows: "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.

The general armed guard opened the box, and saw a naked middle-aged man, his hands and feet were tied, his mouth was gagged, a label was pasted on the inner wall of the box, which read "Murderer in the Dismemberment Case", and a file bag was lying on his chest. At the foot, marked "Evidence Bag" on the outside.

The policemen looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn’t dare to act without authorization, until the courageous 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 silly.

Turned out to be a fool?

Debra was stunned.

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The younger brother of the forensic doctor is actually cold in personality, dare you think?

These poor straight brothers.

So only gay Brant, is it normal? hhh