Chapter 2 Dexter's Monologue

Welcome to Miami, I'm Dexter. There are bright and warm sunshine, warm and humid sea breeze, and tourists playing on the beach. This is a city to enjoy life. I love this city. By day, I'm an elite medical examiner in Miami's modern uptown area, perhaps one of the best blood analysts in the country.Male, unmarried, handsome, shrewd and wise, tolerant and calm, with a charming smile.I have dedicated myself to providing professional forensic reports to my police friends (not really friends), the hard evidence of modern science that will help them hang criminals who deserve to die.You also know how cunning criminals are nowadays. They even know more about the methods of obtaining evidence than the police, so it is getting harder and harder to convict.

At night, I took off my work clothes, wandered in the neon lights of the city, and hunted in this city full of filth.Every city full of skyscrapers has a large shadow under it. I look for those heinous but not convicted by law, clean up the garbage, and use their blood as a sacrifice. With just such an introduction, many readers will definitely think that I am a modern-day Robinson, and maybe some women will secretly love me.Oh sorry, I don't care what you guys think!Don't get me wrong, I don't particularly like men either.What I care about, what I pay attention to, is only myself.I am like the beautiful boy narcissus (Narcissus), watching the shadows in my heart.No, it's still different, not the self-pity of narcissus, but the cold and clear self-awareness.

There is a devil living in my heart, what excites him is not a woman's body, but precise and cold killing; what calms him is not a tranquilizer, but a flower that blooms with blood. To quell the nightcrawler turmoil, I choose my quarry carefully, infallibly, carefully, and accurately each time.If I got caught accidentally, they would call me psychopathic, antisocial, an inhuman, twisted monster, and they would send me to the electric chair.But if it's a fat black male with a long shotgun robbing a grocery store or a gas station, they'll say he's turned bad because of bad luck, an inability to stand up to powerful social forces.They'd put him in jail for ten years and then let him out.

Absolutely so, I'm sure. Because the one who taught me all this was my policeman dad, Harry.Not personally, of course, his justice was passed on to his cop daughter Deborah, but he taught me the skills of his life, how to spot targets, how to hide your tracks, how to catch prey... ...all just so I don't get caught.He taught me how to walk on the edge of justice and killing, how to calm down the turmoil in my heart, and I am extremely grateful to him.Even so, I almost killed his daughter. I must be obsessed. Speaking of heredity, there is one person in whom I have inherited the same ruthlessness, and that is my brother.He drove a refrigerated truck into my field of vision, and the same genetic resonance made my blood boil.But Harry taught me to be calm, to be calm.Brian is stronger than me, and that's how I feel most of the time, I'm just more in control.In the end, I won.

Without him, I felt lonely for a while.Sometimes, even if there are many people around you, some people smile at you, some people show kindness to you, but you still feel that you are alone, this is the so-called inner loneliness.Only when a person is alone and thinking calmly can he see everything around him clearly. This is all the truth, but I will not tell others, even if you ask me, I will never admit it. Maybe you'll say I'm a liar, that my life is an elaborate lie. but, There are no lies in this world, only hidden truths.