NYPD. Dexter used his authority to retrieve information about Berwick, Barrett, and Christina, and after transcribing their home addresses, he quietly turned off his computer and returned to the dissecting room.

The court had sent the full file of the trial, including the trial transcripts, to the police department, and before that, Dexter had gone through the records and watched the video of the trial.

He doesn't know if there is a problem with Christina in Brooklyn's mouth, but the coach named Berwick must have a problem with the quarterback named Barrett!

Dexter has some itchy hands! With no one around, Dexter took out a canvas bag and opened it, thought about it, and put it back again.

I took a box of potions and stuffed it into my bag along with the syringe. Zipping up and carrying his canvas bag, Dexter had just gotten up to leave when he heard Pol's urging

"Dexter, what about the report? Aren't you okay yet? "The murder team is currently working with two eucalyptus, one is the prosecutor who was killed not long ago, and the other is the refrigerator killer eucalyptus who has been following for a long time.

The refrigerator killer dismembered the victim and hid it in the refrigerator to freeze it, and then discarded the stump in places such as hotel pools, parks, and squares.

According to the forensic analysis, the refrigerator killer has a very good understanding of the structure of the human body, and his dismemberment of the victim can be described as a dismemberment.

The police have been tracking for more than a month, and apart from the mutilated bodies of the two victims, they have not obtained any information about the murderer.

Dexter is also talking to this eucalyptus, and what Pol asked him for is the test report that the head was found under the sculpture in the square yesterday.

"I need to come back and see again." Dexter replied with a standardized smile and hurried away.

Instead of going to the square, he changed his clothes and drove to Berwick's house along the address. Shortly after ringing the doorbell, Berwick opened the door.

"You are?" Berwick didn't know Dexter, and when he saw that it was a stranger, he immediately became alarmed.

"I'm a NYPD officer, so I'd like to ask you about the situation." Dexter said calmly, took out his work card and shook it.

In the hallway, he overheard Brooklyn file a complaint, the indictment was dismissed, and he had recommended to the police and the District Attorney's Office to intervene in the investigation.

Berwick glanced at the police badge that flashed by, and sure enough, he let his guard down.

"Where's your player, Barrett?" Berwick was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said

"He was in a detention cell. The judge asked for 10 days of detention and was not allowed bail. ”

"Didn't the judge ask for 100 hours of community service? Why are you? Dexter continued.

The judge ordered the person involved in the brawl to do 100 hours of community service, detain him for 10 days, and fine him $500. I didn't do it. Berwick explained, and suddenly it occurred to him that these were the verdicts announced by the judge in court, and the police should know about it, why did the policeman in front of him ask this?

Thinking of this, he became wary.

"Mr. Berwick, won't you invite me in and sit down?" Dexter asked with a smile as he reached into his canvas bag with one hand and stepped forward.

"Berwick!" A woman's voice came from inside the room.

"Sorry, if nothing else, it's time for you to leave." Berwick replied and said to Dexter.

Privately, Riberik is not as reckless as he appears on the pitch or in court. Dexter pulled out his hand and took two steps back

“ok！ ok！ Berwick stood in the doorway, watching Dexter return to the car. Dexter started the car and poked his head out again

"Hey! Berwick, do you have time at night? We need to have a good talk. ”

"Don't worry, it's just a normal chat."

"I'm a fan of Baruch Academy!" Speaking of rugby, the wariness on Berwick's face diminished slightly, and he hesitated for a moment in reply

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to come back today."

"It's okay, I'll be waiting for you at the bar behind Baruch Academy. Bye! Dexter smiled brightly and walked away.

Driving into the lower part of the town and finding a contact person who made fake documents, Dexter paid for a lawyer's card, and after getting an answer seven hours later, Dexter returned to the car and drove to Christina's house.

Dexter was unfortunate to arrive, and Christina was not at home. Standing in front of the closed door, Dexter felt a pang of irritability, he looked up, glanced at the pink curtains upstairs, and turned to leave.

An hour later, Dexter found Christina inside Baruch Academy. She sat generously in the stands, watching the rugby players train intently.

Occasionally, when a player looks this way, she will smile and wave her hand down the field. When a player makes a good tackle or run, she lets out a shout of excitement.

Dexter sat next to her when she got up and shouted.

"Hello, Christina." Dexter greeted with a standardized smile. Christina's blue eyes rolled, and she smiled generously at Dexter, moving to his side.

"Who are you? How come I haven't seen you before? Christina asked, leaning into Dexter's ear.

"I'm the new associate professor." Dexter was a little unaccustomed to strangers getting so close, so he subconsciously ducked back.

"Associate professor?" Christina's eyebrows are crooked, cunning and agile

"What do you teach?"

"Creatures." Dexter replied quickly.

"Creatures?"

"Well, anatomy class." Dexter added.

"Hey!" At this moment, there was a cry of dissatisfaction from the field, and it turned out that the players who were training found that Christina was behaving intimately with a strange man, talking and laughing, which made them very dissatisfied.

"I think we should talk somewhere else." Dexter stood up. He didn't want to get in trouble, and pointed to finding out if Christina was what Brooklyn had guessed.

"Somewhere else? Good idea. Christina got up, waved her hand at the court, and naturally grabbed Dexter's arm, ignoring his momentary stiffness, and pulled him out.

"I know of a bar just behind the school and there is a nice atmosphere and I go to ...... a lot"

"Nope. It's not very convenient there. Dexter, hearing that she was going often, immediately proposed

"Or let's go eat, it's noon now."

"Go to my house," Christina suggested

"I rented an apartment on Decker Street, not far from here." Dexter thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

The apartment that Christina rented was not where her home address was, or even 108,000 miles away.

One is in the eastern part of Brooklyn and one is in the southern part of Brooklyn.

"Sit down, I'll go change my clothes." Christina said, bouncing up the stairs. Dexter looked around, quickly attracted by the videotapes slowly coming from behind the TV.

The tapes were supposed to be homemade, with no covers, no packaging, and only a label with a date and an unknown number on it.

He wanted to see the contents, or steal a scroll and take it back to read, but unfortunately the cabinet was locked and couldn't be opened.

After staring at the tape for a while, Dexter turned around and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the whip inside through the gap in the cupboard.

Curious, Dexter opened the cabinet door and picked up the whip to look at it. The whip is made of finely shredded calfskin, with tassels pendants, which feels good in the hand.

How to look at how evil.

"Mr. Professor?" Christina's voice was heard upstairs, and Dexter quickly shoved the whip back into the cabinet, turning around and blocking the cabinet door with his body.

Dressed in fishnet stockings, a low-cut skirt, and wearing red leather gloves with a leather whip in her hand, Christina wore her hair loose and stepped on scarlet high heels.

She stood on the last step, raised her whip in her hand, and tapped in the direction of the front of the couch, the chandelier, and the windowsill.

"What are you looking for? Mr. Professor? Dexter glanced in the direction she had pointed. The chandelier is invisible, the windowsill is not abnormal, and on the bookcase directly opposite the sofa, between the two books, a surveillance camera is flashing red.

Christina walked towards Dexter, her fingers touching the side of his face, down his neck to his chest, continuing down, all the way to his waist, swiping it lightly, and then pulling her hand back.

"Mr. Professor, do you want to see my collection?" Christina asked, twisting her waist to the cabinet containing the videotapes.

She gestured to the couch and motioned for Dexter to sit down, while she pulled a key from her chest to unlock the cabinet.

Dexter looked around and placed the canvas bag on the couch

"Are you home alone?"

"How many people do you like to be with?" Christina was picking out the tape and was pleasantly surprised

"If you like, I can call those on the pitch."

"No need." Dexter shook his head in refusal, took out the vial from his bag, tore open the syringe package, drew the potion and walked quickly to Christina's side, and pierced it into the carotid artery.

The effects of the drug soon took effect, and Christina passed out. Dexter placed her on the ground, took rubber gloves from his canvas bag, and carefully cleaned up his traces.

After cleaning up, he went upstairs to find the computer stored in his bedroom and deleted himself from the surveillance.

After doing this, he didn't leave, and after a brief turn, he made a new discovery. Christina has a wide variety of x love toys in her house, a cabinet full of them, and not only that, but her bedroom closet is full of clothes.

Some of these clothes were ball uniforms, some were skirts, some were in groups of two, and some were in groups of a dozen pieces, which were divided into categories.

The hangers are also covered with unexplained numeric labels, also with dates followed by a string of numbers. In addition to this, Dexter also pulled out a thick stack of photos from the bedside table, some alone, some in groups of two, some in groups of three or five, and some in a dozen...... Taking the photo downstairs, Dexter picks out a videotape and stuffs it into the machine, and soon the TV screen has a picture.

Judging from the direction, this roll should have been taken secretly by the camera directly opposite the sofa. Christina was playing cards on the couch with a stout young man with a fleshy face, naked and full.

The young man seemed to be obsessed with Christina, sprinting with her in his arms, and muttering to himself

"Christina, Christina~ You're mine! My~" Christina looked very happy, did she glance at the direction of the camera, and whipped the young man with the leather whip in her hand

"Barrett ~ ......" withdrew and changed to a volume. Christina appears on camera with two other girls and Barrett.

This time, the camera direction is different from the three directions pointed out by Christina, and it seems to be recorded on a handheld DV.

Another roll. As soon as it played, there was a deafening sound of music that startled Dexter. He quickly turned off the sound and glanced back at Christina to make sure that the other party was still unconscious, and then continued to watch.

This volume is supposed to be a party, and through the dialogue, it seems to be a celebration party after the team's victory.

The tables, chairs, sofas, etc. in the living room were all emptied, and everyone was naked and gathered around the living room. Barrett stood in the center, picked Christina and another girl who was overweight, and left hugging each other as the crowd shouted.

The second player came on the field, also selected two people, and was sent away by everyone. The third person, the fourth person...... As the rolls of X Love video played, Dexter gradually understood what was going on.

In the earliest videotape, Christina looked young, trembling in front of the camera, and was obviously scared.

The voices of the two men outside the camera kept urging her to hurry up, and when she set up the DV, she was ** in front of the camera.

After doing this three or five times, Christina has abandoned her youth and fear and began to take the initiative to cater to her. Then she met Barrett.

Through the video, Dexter found that Barrett had gradually changed from Christina's admirer and suitor to an abuser, and at Christina's instigation, he began to participate in the recording of love videos.

At first there was only voice, then it started to appear, and then there were three people, five people...... Christina seems to be suffering from some kind of X addiction, and she behaves extremely crazy in front of the camera, especially in front of other people.

Other people began to appear in her videos, men, women, students, middle-aged people...... After watching the last video, it was already dark.

Dexter exited the tapes, put them back in place, and stared at the unconscious Christina in a daze.

She woke up twice during the video, and Dexter had to give her two more shots. Judging from the video, Christina is also a victim, but she is also an abuser.

The most important thing is that she knows who she is! If you don't kill her, you'll be exposed! Dexter looked at Christina's slender neck, and the bloodthirsty factor hidden in his heart began to boil.

He took out the plastic film from the canvas bag, quickly wrapped the bedroom, emptied the futon and pillows on the bed, dragged Christina to the bedroom, stripped off her clothes and fixed it on the bed with plastic sheet.

Changed into a sterile gown, took out a knife roll bag, spread it aside, looked down at the time, and sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

"Time is running out."