Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve

It's that rascal again. Another pile of neatly cut human remains. Angel, who has nothing to do with the angel, is bending over to observe, the posture is exactly the same as when I left him at the crime scene last time. "Son of a bitch," he yelled at me, "we're all complaining about having to go to work on Friday night and you bring your girlfriend. You ain't got no business here!" "Is it the same murderer, the same modus operandi?" "Exactly the same, the bones were dry again, no blood of any kind." Feeling a little dazed, I leaned over to take a look.The human remains were very clean, very dry, with a slight bluish tinge, as if they had been refrigerated immediately after death.

"The incision is a little different this time. There are four incisions." He pointed to the incisions with his finger. "Here the cuts are rough, and the man with the knife seems to be excited. And here, it's not so rough." "Wonderful," I said. "Look here again," he said with a pencil, pushing away a piece of bloodless flesh at the top to reveal another piece of flesh below.The meat is carefully cut lengthwise so that the clean bone is exposed. "Why did he cut it like this?" Angel asked softly. I took a breath. "He's experimenting, trying to see what works best. It's like a child playing with his own toy."

When I got back in the car and described the scene to Rita, she panicked a bit. I smiled reassuringly at her. "We're so used to this sort of thing in our line of business that we all make jokes to hide our pain." "Well, my God, I hope they catch this killer sooner." "It is impossible to catch the murderer quickly. The criminal is very shrewd, and the detective in charge of the case is more interested in political maneuvering than in solving the murder itself." For the rest of the time, Rita remained silent, seeming to be thinking.She was silent for a long time before speaking. "Seeing such things, I can never get used to it... I don't know, what is the real inside story behind this case? And your personal opinion."

I was stunned. "what do you mean?" She frowned. "I can't tell either. It's just that anything...isn't as simple as it seems...I can't tell. The truth is much darker, much more human...you always start there. Most people I've never thought about it that deeply." "Actually, I don't see things very clearly," I said, and slowly parked the car in the parking space in front of Rita's house. "Dexter," Rita said, putting a hand on my arm. I kissed her. Which of us is more surprised now?I do not know either.I was unprepared, and it wasn't because I was infatuated with the smell of her perfume.However, our lips are held tightly together for a long time.

She pushed me away. "I don't want this, I'm not ready, Dexter," she said, unbuckled her seat belt, opened the car door, and ran into her house. "Oh my God," I thought to myself. "What did I do?" I know I'm going to be puzzled, maybe even disappointed, because I've torn away all the camouflage I've been carefully guarding for a year and a half. But all I can think of is the pile of neatly cut and clean corpses. "No blood." Not a drop.