Dexter wanted to strip Paul naked and tie him to the bed with plastic sheeting, cut him into pieces, put him in a black plastic bag, and transport him out of the dock and into the sea at night.

But habits had been holding him back for years, and Paul was not a great evildoer, and he had made mistakes and been punished.

He is not one to escape the punishment of the law! Dexter desperately searched, only to discover a liberating and aggrieved truth - Paul did not meet his hunting standards.

Dexter had to knock Paul unconscious and let him go. This made him even more aggrieved. When he returned to the police station with this feeling in mind, Pol's chatter-like question made his hair stand on end.

The police weren't idle when Dexter had already caught the tail of the refrigerator killer, and they had already picked up some clues.

Dexter returned to the police station to prepare to show up and leave work, but he ran into someone from the murder team discussing the refrigerator killer.

Somehow, several victims of the refrigerator killer were mentioned. David then asked Pol to call Dexter over and tell him the victim's autopsy report.

When Pol found Dexter, he was changing his clothes and preparing to leave work, and after Pol explained the situation, Dexter had to change his clothes again and rummage through the report to report to him.

Just as he was rummaging through the report, Pol, who was waiting for boredom, suddenly came to say

"By the way, didn't you say you were going to the scene once? Why didn't I see you in the field logs? It seemed to be an inadvertent casual conversation, but it stopped Dexter's hand rummaging through the report.

He froze. Because I went to another 'scene'! Although Bol didn't mention what day it was, Dexter knew exactly which time he was talking about.

He ran into Pol by chance that day, and under the pretext of going to the site again, he actually lost looking for Christina to 'talk about life' with Berwick.

They were very chatty and had a great time together. It was a trivial matter, and as a member of the technical department, Dexter's working hours have always been flexible, not only in the technical department, but also in the entire police department.

When they are busy, they may need to work overtime continuously and have no time to sleep at night. But when they are not busy, they can show up in the morning, then either patrol the streets or go out to the scene, whatever excuse they have to do their own thing, and then come back to the police station in the evening to show up.

This kind of thing would not have been noticed at all. But Pol just noticed! Not only did he notice, he remembered it clearly!

Dexter's brain was racing, and his eyes were wandering.

"Which day?" He coped as he searched for tools at his disposal. Pol is a front-line police officer, a member of the fierce eucalyptus team, equipped with guns, and his fighting skills are on par with David, and he is one of the best in the police department.

Dexter is just a technical dog, a delicate and weak rookie who is easy to push down, when he kills people, he uses drugs and sneak attacks, he plays with technology and brains, and never faces hard.

Besides, this is a police station, so it's obviously not a good idea to do it here - at least it's a hassle to dispose of the body.

"It was last time." Pol's attention was drawn to the centrifuge, and he jumped off the table to the centrifuge, curiously observing the strange instrument like a rice cooker

"I think it's March, the end of March." Dexter had already locked his eyes on the canvas bag behind the door, and after weighing it again, he shook his head and gave up.

"Found it." Dexter pulled out the report and held it in his hand as he walked towards the door

"Let's go, don't let Team Leader David wait." He urged Pol, who was still observing the centrifuge, to open the door to the laboratory and begin to plan an escape route in his mind.

"Ahh Got it? Pol had no idea that he had just been out of the Ghost Gate, and he looked up blankly, surprised that Dexter was able to find the report so quickly.

"Hmm. Just put it over there, just remembered. Dexter gestured, but his eyes were fixed on Pol.

"Let's go!" Pol grinned and hurriedly followed. Dirks nodded and turned off the lights

"I remember." He explained as he walked with Pol to the conference room

"I forgot to sign the time you said it, and I thought I would just sign it for the first time." Pol coped with it haphazardly.

He didn't want to go into detail, he was just idle and bored to find a topic, and he didn't care about the flawed explanation given by Dexter.

Dexter, who has worked for many years as a bloodstain analyst, could have made a mistake in such an important matter as having to sign when entering and leaving the site.

……………… At the end of each month, it seems that all kinds of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods have appeared. Saturday night.

Brooklyn is driving Ray home. As he was the judge on duty, he had a lot to do during the day, and Ray's psychotherapy was moved to the afternoon, and they had just finished their psychotherapy and were walking home from Deck Street.

By this time it was already dark, and the road was empty and sparsely populated. At a bend, a sedan that was clearly speeding and almost collided with them, causing Brooklyn to slap the steering wheel and almost drive the car into the woods.

The car had no intention of stopping, adjusted its direction slightly, and drove away in a hurry.

Brooklyn cursed at the taillights that disappeared into the night, but Ray stared at the car with a frown.

"What's wrong?" Brooklyn redirects and prepares for a fresh start.

"That car just now" Ray pointed behind him, a little uncertain

"I'd love to see Debora in the co-pilot."

"Debera?" Brooklyn had already adjusted the front of the car and was back on the road, and he was a little puzzled when he heard this. It was a woman's name, and he was pretty sure it was the first time he'd heard it.

He glanced at Lei suspiciously, and wondered if this woman was Lei's new love.

"Dexter's sister." Ray didn't know what Brooklyn was thinking, and explained with a frown

"She doesn't seem to be sober."

"Not sober?" Brooklyn couldn't keep up with Ray's brain circuits. Less sober meaning to drink too much?

It's no surprise that in the big city of New York, countless drunk men and women are picked up every day. The eucalyptus is usually brought to state court or, occasionally, to federal court, if it involves residents of other states or persons outside the country.

However, this kind of trouble often goes to court, such as the person who picks up the body or the person who is being picked up has HIV.

"She's a police officer." Ray continued

"The car was panicked, and it probably wasn't Debora's will." Brooklyn slowed down and the car stopped in the middle of the road.

"You'd like to check it out?" Brooklyn asked. Ray hesitated and nodded. Brooklyn didn't say anything, just pulled over to the side.

He still thought Ray was making a bit of a fuss. What happened to Dexter's sister? What happened to the officer?

The sister of the serial killer is also human, and the police officer also needs nightlife. He didn't really want to be in this kind of nosy.

In his experience, meddling often ends up causing a commotion, but Tired and David are people with a full sense of justice, and Brooklyn feels that if he refuses like this, Ray may not be at ease.

Ray didn't know what Brooklyn was thinking, he had already opened the toolbox and started checking for bullets. As he staggered, he glanced at the driver of the car, who he was sure was a dangerous person.

It's a gut feeling. Brooklyn glanced strangely at Ray, who had shoved the dagger into his waist, not quite understanding what he was trying to do.

He pulled out his phone and explained as he dialed

"Wait... Remember the license plate number of that car? Then in Ray's stunned gaze, he dialed 911 and reported back to the operator.

"Hello? Hello, I'm e.. Judge Brooklyn Lee, my assistant and I were at the southern end of Decker Street, and we had just passed a car with a female police officer who had been kidnapped. ”

"Well, yes, I'm sure, the female police officer we know is Deborah Morgan." As he spoke, Brooklyn looked at Ray, who was stunned and provided the license plate number.

Brooklyn reported the license plate number, described what the car looked like, and finally said a polite goodbye

"That's all, I hope it can help you, okay, goodbye. Good night. "There's a difference between Brooklyn's thinking and that of the Federalists.

When he encountered something, the first thing he thought of was to rely on official forces and solve the problem through formal channels, and the people of the Federation are more accustomed to doing it themselves first when they encounter things, and if they can't solve it themselves, they will talk about it, regardless of whether he causes trouble to the official or not, he will do it first.

"Alright. Peace of mind, right? Brooklyn asked, throwing the phone forward. Ray looked at Brooklyn in a daze, and didn't speak for a long time.

Brooklyn shook his head, started the car, and continued home.

"The Confederation is a country with a sound system, and the duty of citizens is to pay taxes, the duty of judges is to hold court sessions, the duty of judges' assistants is to help judges, and the duty of bailiffs is to maintain order in the courts." As he spoke, Brooklyn glanced at the gun Ray was holding

"So it is the duty of the police to rescue hostages and ensure the safety of citizens, not judges or bailiffs."

"Professional things should be handed over to professional people, after all, the government paid me a salary for court hearings, not a salary for rescuing hostages." Ray was silent as he put the gun back in his toolbox, pondering what Brooklyn had to say.

"If everybody wants to fulfill their obligations across identities anytime, anywhere, then don't you mess around." Brooklyn continued

"Just like today, citizens think about being heroes - it may make you feel sad to say that, but in my opinion, not calling the police, choosing your own behavior is a hero - but citizens don't think about what if they fail?"

"Why do police officers have to go through training before they join the police? Why does the police department organize training every year? ”

"Why does everyone feel good about themselves and feel better than the professionals? Others have undergone a lot of professional and painstaking training, but they are still insufficient, so why should citizens think that they are better than they even know the skin? Thinking of Ray's origins, Brooklyn added

"Of course, I'm not talking about you. Your abilities are beyond doubt. ”

"In short, in the future, professional things will find professional departments, and the government will not spend so much money every year to support people. We don't have to take any risks ourselves. Lei hid the dagger and said sullenly

"What if professionals can't do it?" Brooklyn was stunned, with the steering wheel in his hand, turned into the path, and could already see home in front of him.

"That means the government can't do it. It is the responsibility of the government. ”

"What if the government doesn't see it as its own responsibility?" Ray asked again. Brooklyn was silent for a moment

"Every country has its own flaws, and it's because of imperfections that we continue to grow. This is a very normal thing. ”

"But what if the government pretends to be blind, and not only does it not want to take responsibility and change its imperfections, but wants to silence everyone who raises imperfections?" Ray was a little reluctant to ask this question.

"Such a government is self-defeating." Brooklyn replied without looking at Ray's eyes that seemed to be shining

"It is normal for a regime to breed all kinds of problems, and the system exists to restrain them."

"But when the regime starts ignoring the problem, it's not far from extinction."

"This is the lesson that history has taught us." He pulled the car into the garage, parked it, and jumped out of the car.

"Alright, I'm home." ………………………… Police headquarters. Dexter was about to get a new report to the Eucalyptus team, and as soon as he walked to the door, he heard David's voice coming from inside.

"Debora was kidnapped? Are you sure? ”

"Who is the contact person for the alarm?"

"Brooklyn Lee? Okay, I got it. ”

"Okay, you act as usual, I'll go to the chief, communicate with the local police station, and let the local police cooperate."

"Make sure Sheriff Deborah Morgan is safe."

"Stay safe"

"......" Dexter couldn't hear what was being said behind him, and he hurried back with the report while pulling out the phone to call Debura.

His mind was full of the phrase, 'Deborah has been kidnapped.'" The call went unanswered, and it was routed to voicemail.

Dexter panicked, he rushed into the laboratory, grabbed his rucksack from behind the door and ran to the parking lot.

He remembered vividly that Debora said that she would go to the movies with Rudy tonight. What about Rudy? Running to the parking lot, Dexter quickly calms down, and all kinds of things about his brief time with Rudy continue to come to mind.

It was his biological father who died, so why did Rudy have to go with him? Why is Rudy so familiar with the house left by his biological father?

Why is Rudy so interested in himself? Why does Rudy give himself a sense of familiarity? Why do refrigerator killers know everything about themselves?

How did he sneak into his house and take his treasures? The key to his own house is only available to Debora.

Rudy's appearance also coincides with the time when the Refrigerator Killer starts to get impatient. Rudy is the refrigerator killer!

Where will he go? Why kidnap Debora? His goal is himself! His goal has always been himself!

The purpose of approaching Debora is also himself! The old house left by the biological father! Dexter guessed, took a deep breath, put his foot on the gas, and secretly prayed in his heart that Debora would be safe.