"And why is his car still here?" With a standardized smile and a just right look of confusion, Dexter turned back and pointed to the car in the yard again, his other hand already in the canvas compartment.

"Ah, he, I mean, Jerry's moving out." Bennett scrambled to make amends.

"So he's at home? Can I get in? We were standing here talking all the time, it was so cold. Dexter asked, his hand already pushing against the door.

"Come in." Like a frightened rabbit, Bennett hurriedly opened the door. Dexter stood in the doorway, looking around, his nose twitching wildly, and he quickly pinpointed the source of the smell of blood.

He looked over to the couch, which was obscured and couldn't see what was behind it, but he was pretty sure that the source of the smell of blood was behind it.

"What about others?" Dexter asked.

"I'll go and tell him to come down." Bennett was already in a hurry, and hurriedly trotted upstairs. Dexter naturally followed, his hand hidden in his canvas bag already gripping the syringe.

Just as he was close enough to Bennett to give him a 'shot,' he stopped.

"Dexter?" A familiar shout was heard outside the hospital. Dexter turned his head stiffly and saw Rita shivering in the cold wind in a thin beige sweater.

"It's really you!" Seeing that it was Dexter, the expression on Rita's face turned to surprise, and it was visibly alive to the naked eye.

She asked as she walked into the courtyard

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" Dexter asked rhetorically.

"I see your car." Rita pointed to the darkness and walked to the door as she spoke. Instead of rushing in, she politely greeted Bennett and introduced herself, saying that she was his neighbor and had been living next door.

Bennett stood at the top of the stairs, smiling unnaturally. Of course he knew that Rita lived next door. He also knew that Rita had two children.

If it weren't for the suspicion that Rita heard his argument with his mother, he wouldn't have spied on Rita's house that day, and he wouldn't have been taken back to the police station by the patrol for questioning for a long time.

"I'll return it." Dexter quickly adjusted his mood, hugged Rita, and re-weaved the lie.

"Remember the day before yesterday when he drank too much and broke into the yard, where he lived. Mistaking the next door for my own home. Yesterday I picked up something he left in the yard when I left it and came over to give it back to him. ”

"You go back first, I'll go back to him as soon as I return the things." With that, Dexter kissed Rita's forehead, repositioned herself, and stood in the gap between the couches.

"Okay." Rita didn't think much of it and agreed. She even waved at Bennett.

"There is time to come and sit in my house. The cupcakes I made were pretty good. ”

"Okay." Bennett, with a pale face, rubbed over to the cabinet, smiling in agreement.

"Hurry up then." Rita told Dexter again

"It's so late, people are going to rest, don't bother for too long."

"Okay, I know." Dexter responded and watched Rita leave. The atmosphere inside the room began to grow low and awkward.

Dexter turned and pointed to Jerry lying on the ground.

"You're friends?" Bennett's back was pressed against the cabinet, large beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks, and he didn't dare to move, not even a word.

Dexter reached into his canvas bag and was about to pull out a syringe to give him a needle, but stopped.

He pulled out his hand and crouched down, checking on Jerry's condition.

"You did this?" He asked, without looking up.

"I ...... We had a little argument, and I accidentally pushed him......" Bennett explained in a whisper, his tone helpless and aggrieved.

"He stumbled on the table and fainted."

"I really didn't mean to."

"It's not like he's stumbling on the dinner table." Dexter turned Jerry over, pointed to the scar on his head, pressed it lightly with his hand, and then pulled out his phone, ready to call the police.

"I really, I just accidentally pushed him." Bennett explained palely, still making a final effort.

Dexter was silent, dialed 911, and spoke to the operator.

"Hello? This is ......" He barely said the name of the street when he raised his hand and grabbed Bennett's wrist.

At the same time, he turned his head and looked sharply at Bennett. Bennett was so frightened that he let go of the trophy in his hand and collapsed to the ground in fright.

"I really didn't mean to! I just, I just accidentally pushed him......"

"Hello? Mr? Are you still there? The voice of the operator came from the phone.

"Here, I'm Dexter Morgan, a NYPD bloodstain analyst, and the alarm is ......, and there's been a vicious assault here." Dexter grabbed Bennett's wrist, stood up, dragged him to the couch and sat down, and spoke calmly.

The operator repeated the address, confirmed that it was correct, and admonished

"Please be safe, I have informed the nearest patrol officer, they expect you to arrive in 13 minutes. Please pay attention to your own safety. Keep your distance from the killer. Focus on your own safety. Dexter glanced at Bennett, who was slumped on the ground crying

"I see. Remember to call an ambulance, the victim suffered a blow to the back of the head, was unconscious, and did not lose much blood......" Dexter succinctly gave Jerry's diagnosis of his injuries and hung up.

"I didn't mean to hurt him. He's my only friend! Bennett wept bitterly and pleaded with Dexter.

"I really didn't mean to, I just accidentally pushed him. He's my only friend! Only he is willing to talk to me, and only he will compliment me on the deliciousness of my cooking......"

"Stop acting." Dexter leaned down and approached Bennett. This startled Bennett, and he desperately ducked back, but his wrist was grabbed by Dexter, and he couldn't dodge it at all.

"You're a beast in human skin." Dexter leaned in and said

"From the first time I saw you yesterday, I knew it. You're a beast. "Not only did the beast try to break into its territory and hurt Rita and the children, but it also awakened the beast within itself.

Dexter's gaze roamed Bennett's body like a knife, dismembering Bennett.

For a moment, he really wanted to give this fellow man a shot...... Twenty minutes later, the patrol arrived with the ambulance, Jerry was lifted into the ambulance and taken away, and Bennett was escorted into the police car.

"I really didn't mean to, I just accidentally ......" slam~ the car door closed, blocking Bennett's crying pleas.

Handing over to the patrolmen, Dexter returns to Rita's house. As soon as he entered the house, he hugged Rita tightly, as if he wanted to rub Rita into his body.

He buried his head between Rita's long hair, sniffing greedily. Rita let Dexter hold her, and didn't speak.

It wasn't until the child who heard the movement ran out of the room that the two separated.

"Dexter!" Rita's daughter screamed and rushed over happily. Dexter squatted down, picked up his daughter, and smiled happily.

"What is this?" The daughter asked suspiciously, pulling Dexter's canvas bag

"Is it a gift for us?" Rita looked at it too. The smile on Dexter's face stiffened for a moment, then recovered.

"It's a tool for my work. It's not for you, but if you're obedient and go to bed now, and I'll come back tomorrow afternoon with a gift, how about it? The two children immediately agreed, and trotted back to their rooms.

"It was filled with knives, and I was in a hurry when I got off work, so I brought it back directly." Facing Rita's questioning eyes, Dexter explained uneasily.

……………………………… In the middle of the night, the hospital. Hospitals in every country seem to be the same, day and night, emergency rooms are full of busy figures and squeaky patients.

Fortunately, Jerry had already been taken to treatment and did not stay in the emergency room, which allowed the Brooklyn group to avoid the annoyance of being disturbed by the noisy emergency room.

Brooklyn didn't really need to come over tonight, he and Jerry weren't that close, but considering the situation of Mr. Governor, Brooklyn still came.

When he arrived with Ray, the Winstons were already sitting outside the door waiting. The husband and wife leaned together, looking affectionate and sweet, and they didn't look like they were going to fight to the death.

Seeing Brooklyn, Reilly nodded at him slightly, his lips pursed into a straight line. Ms. Patty behaved more decently.

She stood up, politely greeted Brooklyn, and thanked Brooklyn for her concern on behalf of Jerry Winston.

The four of them waited at the door for a while longer, and the doctor finally came out. Brooklyn followed him in to visit, only to see Jerry's head wrapped in a dumpling, lying on the hospital bed, looking depressed.

After seeing Jerry and telling him he could apply for sick leave, Brooklyn left. At the same time, the headquarters of the NYPD.

David's eyes were red, and he was holding up his cup and gulping down coffee. NYPD's coffee is notoriously unpalatable, and on weekdays they would rather buy coffee from a coffee shop just down the street than drink coffee from the headquarters.

But at this moment, David didn't care about the sour, astringent, burnt and bitter taste, his taste seemed to be broken. David didn't plan to go home and rest.

He must find a breakthrough as soon as possible and take down the cunning lawyer. Otherwise, he would have to watch the lawyer leave the police station with a swagger.

His strategy against Julie Angus worked well, and Julie Angus was just as he thought, an ordinary 18-year-old high school girl.

was frightened by him, and immediately said everything. According to Julie Angus, everything is a lawyer's plan.

Initially, the Angus family came to New York to retrieve Sal Angus's body, and when the police department prepared to give them the Powerball voucher as a relic, the Angus family was a little unsure whether the voucher would be able to claim the prize.

Naturally, they want to be able to claim their prizes, but Powerball is not like a lottery ticket, and Powerball is registered.

It's not like a lottery ticket, whether you bought it yourself or not, you can pick it up and claim it. So the Angus family went to consult a lawyer.

That's how Julie Angus met the lawyer. Julie Angus alleges that her lawyer told her that if she inherited under inheritance law, she would only get a small part because she was only the sister of Sal Angus, and the Angus were Angus's parents and could take a large part.

Subsequently, the lawyer inadvertently revealed that the inheritance of the estate is inherited according to the proportion, not the specific amount, and if there are fewer people who divide the inheritance, she will naturally inherit more.

So Julie Angus, under the guidance of a lawyer, drove a car to kill her parents and take the inheritance for herself. David was noncommittal.

The time when Julie Angus killed her parents was too simple compared to the thoroughness of this time.

Don't reserve alternatives, don't think about retreat routes, don't do any planning, just do what you think.

That's Julie Angus's strength. Like this time, it is a counter-killing, a fake scene, and a clear of suspicion, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like Julie's means.

Therefore, David strongly suspected that Julie was intending to put all the blame on the lawyer. Julie then confessed that because of the traffic jam on the road, to their surprise, she failed to kill the Angus couple, but instead exposed her intentions and was arrested by the police.

The lawyer approached Julie's parents and told them that they were about to become rich people and that rich people should give themselves a good name.

To add credibility, the lawyer gave a series of examples of wealthy people doing charity, convincing the Angus couple to spare Julie, limiting the matter to the Angus family, and characterizing the matter as 'child's ignorant play' rather than a dangerous 'criminal case'.

The Angus couple were convinced, and this is the strange phenomenon that the Angus couple had been preparing to sue Julie with great fanfare the day before, and then went to bail Julie.

The lawyer took the opportunity to manipulate the Angus' car and introduced her plan to Julie, who, under the guidance of the lawyer, pushed her parents to the bottom.

"He taught me." Julie Angus concluded.

"It doesn't make any sense." Pol's image was not much different from David's, he scratched his oily hair, and threw the interrogation record in his hand on the table, a little irritated.

"It's not important, the crux of the matter is that we don't have evidence." David, who had already poured a belly of coffee, put down the cup, he looked up at the time, and said

"There are seven hours left before we have to release Julie, or we will arouse his suspicions." Although they have Jolie's testimony that proves that the Angus's car accident was planned by a lawyer, Julie is the murderer and the executor, and her testimony will be greatly discounted.

Even if David could get the District Attorney's Office to agree to prosecute the lawyer through his connections, it is questionable whether the indictment will be accepted after it is submitted to the court.

Even if they pass the threshold of the judge on duty, they are doomed to lose the case at trial. Because they have nothing.

The lawyer's immunity could have been invoked as an excuse to claim that his conversation with Julie was protected by law, and the testimony would not even work.

What makes them even more uncomfortable is that, according to Julie, the lawyer does not participate in the 'sharing of spoils', and the lawyer's share is calculated in the form of consulting fees.

Julie consulted him about Sal Angus's inheritance, and he had to pay $100 million in consulting fees!

The cost of consulting is outrageously high, but it is also within the limits of the law.