Psychological Control - Chapter 72
The business district near Borgell Street has been completely unrecognizable over the past decade or so. The most striking difference is the widening of the streets by almost twice. The buildings on both sides of the street have not been converted into bungalows made of old wood for this purpose, but have been converted into board houses.
I stood on the commercial street and looked around, in contrast to what Brian remembered in my head. This place he used to visit with Dexter, his mother bought them an ice cream to share the food is the only thing I can find, Brian’s impression of this commercial street.
Dexter was a very punctual person. As he approached our appointed time, his figure appeared across the street. Apparently Dexter had no impression of this commercial street, so he did not show any reaction. After all, even Brian’s own memory was obscured by this place, not to mention his brother who was not even remembered at the time.
“Carl, early.” Dexter trot across the road, came to me, and raised his hand to say hello. In fact, it’s almost noon time, but I don’t mean to say much, just nodded and motioned him to follow.
“I haven’t really visited this old town.” Dexter followed me, gradually walking through most of the commercial streets, and walking towards the nearby Bogle Street. He finally spoke impatiently after the two of us remained silent for nearly five minutes.
Of course, he hasn’t visited before. In order to avoid his contact that can cause him to remember his childhood memories, Harry has always worked hard to keep him from living with Brian and his mother before the incident. Even so, when he was buying a new house, he moved his home as far away as possible.
But looking at Dexter, who wasn’t too impressed, he is more immature now than I thought. Maybe only after he really started those killings and turned into an indifferent monster. Under the mask of a false smile, it will really become unpopular. His performance now shows that my intervention time is not too late.
“Speaking of the old city, it has actually been completely renovated. The scene in your eyes now has no similarities at all to a dozen years ago.” In response to his words, I did not hide my words, indicating that I was actually Facts about what this neighborhood looked like more than a decade ago. In fact, this is also a point I deliberately made him doubt.
He led him through the prosperous center of the commercial street, and a crossroads appeared near the end of the street. Opposite the intersection is a red fire hydrant at the corner. Although the road on the pedestrian walkway has been repaved, the fire hydrant is still located on a familiar street corner.
I watched Brian’s memory flash in the head of that fire hydrant, and he and Dexter two little peas were playing mischievously from the front, chasing and making trouble. Then Dexter stumbled stably and fell beside the fire hydrant, his head almost choking on it. Finally, the culprit, Brian, was severely pounded by his mother.
As I watched the fire hydrant come out, Dexter suddenly pushed me and said, “The green light, let’s go. What are you looking at?” Then he looked in the direction I was looking at.
Hearing his voice, I subconsciously replied: “You have to look at the car left and right before you go.” Then I suddenly shut up, Dexter’s face filled with a blank expression, he looked at the zebra crossing The fire hydrant at the corner across the street was out of focus. The words that came out of me suddenly were the words of Brian’s mother who used to cross the street with her two brothers.
In the past three days, although I have been here with Dillon and a sales agent, I have made several trips to redecorate the old house. But maybe it’s because the people who follow me are different, so I don’t have any special memories.
But on the way back with Dexter today, maybe the people next to me and the scene finally overlapped, making Brian’s memories in my head as if the Pandora’s Box was opened, and something kept emerging.
I watched Dexter’s disappointment for a while until the green light changed to a flashing red light, reminding pedestrians when they were about to change. I pushed his arm in turn, and said, “Hurry up, or wait for another round.” Dexter returned from the state of disappointment, and he avoided my sight. , Buddhism took the lead in taking steps.
Maybe it’s because of the disorder between the two of us on the road, or maybe I’m waiting for Dexter’s answer, and Dexter is waiting for my explanation. So we didn’t even say a word to each other until we reached 103 Borg Street.
Finally, at this moment, standing in front of the house where the two were once. Although the old house was already a bit run-down, the feeling of being so familiar and making people’s eyes and nasal cavity sore still filled my five senses. I looked at Dexter’s expression, his face was inexplicable and doubtful, and a look of panic flashed in his eyes.
He couldn’t remember it for a while. But it doesn’t matter, I remember every scene here so firmly. Or to put it another way, in the ten-year life of a sanitarium, these memories that support Brian will not collapse have long been firmly engraved in the soul.
“103 Bogle Street.” I smiled and said to Dexter, “Although it looks like a run-down old house, it used to be young.”
I smiled and pointed Dexter to the entrance, which was supposed to be a garden and a lawn, and now there was only open space for loess. “I used to have pink and blue flowers here. Tall bushes, and my brother and I who have long forgotten all about it, are playing hide-and-seek in this place.”
“Then the mother would open the door from the room and shout down the stairs … ‘Two little **** and made themselves dirty again. Washed my hands and ate …’” I looked at the open space in front of me, The old dilapidated house after the empty space, did not care about Dexter’s reaction, and said to himself.
I pushed open the white wooden railing door, which was a little bit decayed, and went in first. As I walked around Dexter, I saw his expression. This is the first time I saw it on his face, so … how to say … fragile expression, right?
Dexter just stared blankly at everything around him, easy to follow behind me. He didn’t say a word until I opened the door of the house with the key.
Unlike the shabby appearance of Xiao Suo outside the house, the room was not empty and dusty. After signing the house purchase contract, I spent a day asking a cleaning company to help clean it up, went to the second-hand furniture market, and purchased furniture that was as close to what I remembered.
So the house in front of Dexter’s eyes at this time, after I turned on the warm yellow light in the room, accompanied by a bottle of fresh carnations on the dining table. The whole space seems to have remained unchanged for more than ten years. I watched Dexter walk slowly from me to the center of the room.
He stared at the decorations and furniture in the living room and dining room in a panic, then hurriedly pushed open the other closed doors in the room. A room that was originally a baby room, which later became our toy room. Except for the garden when we were young, that room was our main base.
It’s just that there is nothing in the room. I only have time to decorate the living room and dining room in a day. But Dexter suddenly froze, letting me know that he had forgotten so many years of memories in his mind, and was finally resurrected.
Dexter pushed open another room, which was the bedroom of the two brothers. Brian and Dexter’s mother bought a bunk bed for the two brothers. This is also the dream of most boys when they are young, hoping to have a bunk bed.
Brian sleeps on the upper bunk, while Dexter’s bed is on the lower bunk.
Bryan once made fun of Dexter. The reason Dexter would sleep on the bunk is because he always wets the bed. Sleeping under him, afraid of being awakened by “rain” in the middle of the night. Because of this, Dexter was noisy about sleeping on the bunk. In the end, the mother presided over justice and asked Brian and his brother to share the pain and sleep together in the bunk.
The other is the master bedroom of Brian and Dexter’s mother. The two brothers didn’t often enter that master bedroom, because their mother didn’t want them to get closer to the men coming and going inside.
That’s right, the mothers of the two brothers are not the kind, gentle and tutored women in the traditional sense. She has lived in slums since she was a child. Drug trafficking and **** trade are sources of income that she once lived for and supported the three-person family.
But what really killed her was because she became a source for Sheriff Harry! The undercover exposure of the police implicated the two brothers’ mothers. The poison, worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, was inexplicably lost, making her a scapegoat.
Will Sheriff Harry really adopt a victim’s child simply because of sympathy? Isn’t he about to open an orphanage. It’s just that his inner guilt makes him only use this kind of thing to atone for sin. That’s why Harry Morgan, who has just straightened his life, will no longer kill his relatives in the end.
Isn’t such a thing too mean? Because of Harry’s reason, the results of our two brothers are now. But in the presence of Dexter, he became a father of parenting to Brian’s brother. The root cause of the injury is to thank him Ded.
This is the source of Brian’s hatred for the Harry Morgans.
“So, tell me, Dexter.” I stood behind him, watching the trembling back of his fist and asked, “Did you find the missing thing you were after?” How much do you remember? “
“… Binny …” His subtle voice passed into my ears through the warm afternoon air. He turned slowly and looked at me. I saw the false mask he had been embracing on his face all the time, and it was torn by the tear marks on the corners of his eyes.
“Yeah, you’ve always called me Bini.” I smiled, but my smile didn’t reach the bottom of my eyes, I could only feel the soreness in my eyes. “You always couldn’t pronounce my name when you were young. So you probably still don’t know, but in fact, Bini is just a transfiguration of Brian.”