In the end, Winston did not agree to Brooklyn's proposal. He wasn't a good father, but he was married.

After listening to Brooklyn's introduction, he was a little worried that Jerry would be overcorrected and take some strange path.

Brooklyn was noncommittal. The two chatted for a moment about each other's next plans, and then brought up the new head of the New York City Child Advocacy Organization with a complicated name.

Brooklyn was cautious about the sudden appearance of Mr. Frederick. Brooklyn knew how badly he had offended child advocacy groups, and if he were to make a list of the enemies of child advocacy groups, he and David would be at the top of the list.

The first two heads were stupid, and the other was stupid and stupid, and before it was Brooklyn's turn to make a move, they played themselves in, so what about the third?

The Brooklyn people asked themselves if it were him, and it would be impossible for him to send three fools to New York in a row. The first Serra Hart failed because of his egotism and greed, the second because of his impatience and breaking the rules, and the third will inevitably learn from the failures of his first two.

Be cautious enough, be patient enough, be familiar with the rules, and follow the rules. Brooklyn slowly painted the character of Frederick, who had not yet met in his heart, and Frederick's image slowly plumped up.

"How's Kevin Binns doing?" Brooklyn asked.

"I've been sent back to Asia." Winston replied.

"Does a child advocacy organization have a relationship with the CIA?" Brooklyn is acutely aware of the problem. Winston thought for a moment

"The C.I.A. is associated with a number of similar organizations, as well as the F.B.I., many of which were secretly formed by their agents. This kind of organization is actually a layer of skin, which is essentially a secret service den. Most of them are responsible for overseas activities. Of course, there are also real non-profit organizations. ”

"Frederick doesn't have a CIA background, he looks like a real nonprofit organizer, and the profile is very clean."

"Can you believe it?" Brooklyn asked with a sneer. The person who can sit in this position, the background information is clean, which is simply an insult to the word clean.

"Why not?" Winston shrugged

"At least he's a rule-abiding man, not like a mad dog. As long as you follow the rules, it's much easier, isn't it? ”

"I prefer Kevin Binns because he can play all day on his own and don't need us to play with him." Brooklyn replied.

An opponent like Kevin Binns, Brooklyn really likes. He's even starting to miss Kevin Binns.

"Frederick is going to talk to me about working together tomorrow." Brooklyn misses Kevin Binns and silently blesses him in his heart.

"He also wanted to talk to me, but I refused." Winston spoke of Frederick's appointment

"I'm not going to see him. I'm busy. Brooklyn remembered Winston's current situation, on the one hand, he wanted to stabilize his position, on the other hand, he had to fight for more voice in the party, get more resources, and on the other hand, he had to fight against his ex-wife and act in front of his son.

It's all about internal and external troubles. Brooklyn has begun to sympathize with Winston.

"Who else is he going to meet?" Brooklyn silently sympathized with Winston for three seconds, then put away his sympathy and asked.

"And David and Anne Aldington." David, Anne Aldington, Reilly Winston, and himself.

Frederick accurately figured out the full extent of his presence in New York. That's a lot better than Kevin Binns.

"I'm now looking forward to seeing each other tomorrow." Brooklyn said with a smile, but his heart became more and more cautious.

………………………… Dexter struggled in the apartment for a long time, and finally silently took out the vent lid, took out the wooden box, his fingers gently stroked the slides in the wooden box, and the restless beast in his heart not only did not find appeasement, but became more and more hungry.

Click~ Dexter covered the wooden box, put it back in place, carefully covered the vent lid, dragged out the roll bag from under the bed, blew off the dust on it, spread the roll bag on the floor, and carefully inspected each knife.

Roll up the bag again, put it in the canvas bag, take out a box of medicine, fill it with a syringe, close the lid, put it in the layers of the canvas bag, and finally stuff a roll of plastic wrap and a roll of garbage bag, Dexter turned off the lights and walked out of the house in the dark.

Soon after, the sound of the engine was heard downstairs and the car left the apartment building. ……………… Bennett was sent back by the patrolman.

The police opened an investigation into the death of Bennett's mother, and their suspicions were that the injuries to the back of the deceased's head were too severe.

It's not quite like 'accidentally pushing'. After an autopsy, it was found that the wound to the back of the deceased's head had left many cracks in the skull.

It takes a lot of effort. But force is not an accurate thing. According to Bennett, he was angry at the time, his mother was close to him, and he didn't want to listen to her insult him anymore, so he got up and prepared to leave.

But the mother always followed behind. Bennett waved his hand irritably. Those who are angry do not know what is serious.

In terms of motives, Bennett really didn't mean to. Therefore, the police did not arrest him, but simply called him repeatedly for questioning.

Today, he was questioned for a long time, and he was dragged to do many inexplicable experiments, which made Bennett both tired and frightened.

Fortunately, the police were much more polite to him after learning that they lived with the governor's son. Gotta thank you Jerry.

Thinking so, Bennett walked down the subway and didn't go home immediately, but went to the supermarket to buy a lot of ingredients and clumsily carried them home.

Bennett came back a little late because he went to the supermarket to buy ingredients. In addition, Bennett was originally an otaku, and his physical strength was worried, and he walked two kilometers with a lot of ingredients, and he was so tired that he was out of breath, and when he finally got home, it was already completely dark.

Seeing the lights in the room, a smile appeared on Bennett's lips.

"Jerry!" Bennett rarely shouted loudly, which was rare for him, he usually didn't speak, and even when he did, he was very quiet.

"Come out and help. They're simply too heavy. I knew I would have called it ubar. Bennett shouted happily as he laboriously pushed open the fence door and carried the bag of ingredients into the yard.

He glanced at the car parked in the door and closed the door.

"You're too careless, the door is still open. It's not a peaceful area, so be careful that someone steals your car. I can't afford you. Come out and help me lift it, I really can't lift it. "Squeak~ The door opened, Jerry walked out with the light on his back, took the bag in Bennett's hand, lifted it easily, and walked into the house.

Bennett didn't see Jerry's expression, he carried another bag of ingredients, and struggled to follow Jerry, still talking happily.

"Guess what I bought."

"Didn't you say you wanted turkey last week? I bought a whole one. ”

"And macaroni and cheese, and yes, apples, we can make apple pie......" Bennett said a lot today, chirping like an early morning bird.

Finally moving inside, Bennett hurriedly moved the ingredients to the kitchen, and apologized as he washed his hands and prepared for dinner

"I'm sorry Jerry, but the cops kept pestering me and asking questions, and they suspected that I had killed my mom on purpose. This made me have to come back at this point. Hungry? I bought the cake in that bag you were carrying. Jerry didn't move, he walked to the kitchen door and stood still, observing Bennett's busy work.

Bennett wasn't as useless as his mother said. He has a talent for cooking. Jerry lives here at Bennett, and the two of them hardly order takeout, but Bennett gets it in the kitchen, and it's delicious.

As far as Jerry is concerned, Bennett's cooking skills are no worse than those of those starred restaurants, and in some places even surpass them.

"Why don't you park your car in the garage?" Bennett expertly handled the turkey, reminding

"You didn't lock the door."

"I'm moving out." Jerry said, interrupting Bennett. Bennett's cheerful tone was sluggish.

He raised his knife and turned his head stiffly to look at Jerry.

"Where to go? Does it mean that you don't eat at home? If so, we'll have another fire tomorrow night**. Bennett smiled palely as he scrambled to put away the half-processed turkey and prepare to put it in the freezer.

"I'm moving out." Jerry repeated

"I rented an apartment on the other side of Hoover Avenue. Y is closer and easy to get to work. ”

"Why?" Bennett asked quietly.

"It's closer over there, and it's easier to get to work. It's so far away that I have to drive for an hour every morning. Jerry explained.

"I've already packed up before you come back." Seeing that Bennett didn't speak, Jerry said again. Bennett ran over almost pleadingly, grabbed Jerry's arm, and let go of Jerry in fear when he turned back.

"But... But I bought turkey, and cheese and macaroni. Don't you want turkey and apple pie? I had a bad menu on the Internet yesterday and was about to make it. Bennett rambled aimlessly, trying to keep Jerry.

"Don't you want to eat apple pie and turkey? And the pumpkin pie, the pumpkin I specially picked, was all fresh. They smell delicious. Jerry shook his head, walked over to the couch, straightened his backpack, and said with his back to Bennett

"Bennett, you are a kind person, don't believe what your mother said, be a good person in the future." He had already loaded all his belongings into the car, and this backpack was all that was left.

"So you moved because of my mother, right?" Bennett asked aggrievedly. Jerry was silent and didn't answer.

"I accidentally pushed her! I don't want that either! Bennett shouted.

"You've heard how she scolded me! She said I was a little worm and couldn't live without her! She said that I couldn't do anything well, and that I was destined to achieve nothing in my life! She scolded me for wasting resources to live! ”

"Do you think so too?" Jerry shook his head.

"No, ...... Bey" Jerry's eyes darkened, only to feel a dull pain in his head, as if something was buzzing in his ears and kept calling, he looked up blankly, and saw a weeping, twisted and angry face.

Then the sky swirled, and Winter fell to the ground with a thud. Red blood flowed down the back of his head, slowly spreading across the floor.

"I don't want to, I don't want to......" Bennett muttered, gasping for air.

Just like that night, he wiped the trophy of the college campus science and technology competition in his hand with a tissue, and carefully put it back on the cabinet, next to the quilt, there was a photo of him and Jerry, in the photo, two people holding the trophy, one opened his mouth and smiled happily, and the other cowered and hid behind, only half of his body was exposed.

"I didn't mean to... I really just accidentally pushed her......" Bennett sat on the couch with Jerry lying at his feet, and he muttered in a sad and painful tone.

………………………… Dexter stepped out of the car with a rucksack on his shoulder, glanced at Rita's house from a distance, and judging from the silhouette reflected in the light on the window, Rita should be playing with her daughter.

He stood in the darkness and looked at the silhouette on the window from afar, and smiled unconsciously. He just stood in the cold wind, staring there, motionless.

It wasn't until Silhouette stood up and disappeared, and then the lights in the living room went out, that he turned his gaze to the next door.

Taking a deep breath to sober himself up, Dexter picked up his canvas bag and walked through the half-open fence door into the yard.

He walked lightly to the car in the yard and looked at it, where there were a lot of miscellaneous things.

He still remembered that the other young man next door the day before yesterday had accidentally broken into Rita's house in this car.

It's about moving out of here. Dexter had a conclusion in his mind. Then he twitched the wings of his nose slightly, picking out a familiar smell.

The smell made him happy, as if every cell in his body was screaming happily. Dexter walked under the porch.

Dong Dong Dong ~ Dong Dong Dong ~~ He knocked politely on the door, and it was not until the third time that the door was opened. It's the guy who broke into his territory.

Dexter narrowed his eyes dangerously, and sniffed the scent of his own kind from the other party.

"Is the owner of this car at home?" Dexter asked, smiling and pointing to a car parked in the yard.

"He drank too much the day before yesterday, mistook the next door for his own home, and left something behind. I'm here to give it back to him. Dexter picked up the canvas bag again, which was heavy and looked like it really contained something.

He said as he looked inside, his nose twitching. The smell of blood is stronger.

"You... You're here for... Find Jerry's. He... He wasn't at home...... He went out. Yes, he moved away. Bennett stammered, cowering back nervously, hiding behind the door, revealing only his head.

From the moment he opened the door, he felt that the man in front of him was very dangerous, and his whole body seemed to be shouting: Run!

Come on! But he couldn't run. Jerry was still lying on the floor.