People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

"I was reminded of an interesting guy in the Miami Police Department, Superintendent Dox... I don't think I've told you, but Dox has always felt that something's off about Dexter, that he's not a normal person..."

"Now that the Coast Butcher case is out, and as the identities of those bodies are gradually being determined... Dox estimates that it won't be long before suspicion falls on Dexter."

Ding Ze said this in one breath.

Janet: "???? Then Dexter is in trouble."

"Who knows? He's a serial killer, it's normal for him to be in trouble," Ding Ze said, speaking of serial killers as if it had nothing to do with him.

Janet was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Soon, the two left the bustling city and got into the car.

Ding Ze knew where Dexter lived, so he drove straight there.

On the way, he happened to see a supermarket. After thinking for a moment, Ding Ze went in and bought two bottles of red wine and a few pieces of premium steak.

Dexter, a bloodthirsty forensic pathologist, has a great fondness for bloody, rare steaks.

Bringing this thing along would be perfect... I just don't know if Dexter would even be in the mood to eat it at this hour.

About twenty minutes later.

Ding Ze, carrying his things and with Janet by his side, arrived at the door of Dexter's apartment.

The lights were still on in the apartment, and there was clearly movement inside.

Looks like you came at just the right time.

Ding Ze raised his hand and knocked on the door, knock knock knock~~~

It wasn't Dexter who opened the door, but Debra, who was drenched in sweat.

At this hour in the evening, Debra was genuinely surprised to see Ding Ze and Janet. She paused for a moment before greeting them, "Mr. Smith, Ms. Austin, it's been a long time. Please come in."

"Long time no see," Ding Ze replied with a smile. "Is Dexter home?"

“I’m taking a shower,” Debra replied.

Ding Ze and Janet went into the house.

Ding Ze handed over the red wine and steak he was carrying. "I just got back to Miami and was thinking of coming over to have some steak and drinks with Dexter. How about we eat together?"

Although some time has passed since the freezer truck killer incident, its impact is still lingering... Debra wasn't really in the mood, but after thinking about it, she nodded, "Okay, I'm a little hungry."

As she spoke, Debra took the red wine and steak. "Then you two sit on the sofa for a bit, I'll clean up... Dexter is very good at making steak, let him make it later."

Of course, one has to be good at it.

They cut people all the time, they've even honed their skills.

Ding Ze silently muttered to himself as he walked towards the sofa, glancing casually at the air conditioning vents.

In the original drama.

Comrade Dox died a horrible death mainly because of the discovery of blood samples in the air conditioner... Without those samples, Dox's suspicions about Dexter would have remained just that—suspicions.

Now, he has arrived.

Hey.

Those blood samples must be disposed of.

Ding Ze thought for a moment and then sat down on the sofa.

at the same time.

In the bathroom.

Upon hearing the sound and knowing that Ding Ze was outside, Dexter frowned, his expression grave, and he had a terrible headache.

Nothing.

First, the body was found at the dumping site, and then Ding Ze, the murderer, suddenly showed up at the door so late at night!

What a fucking awful day. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 268 You're not as smart as you think.

Miami.

This is my own home, I can't just hide here forever. Besides, Dexter doesn't have the habit of hiding. When something happens, facing it and solving it is the right way.

Dexter walked out of the bathroom and calmly went to the living room, where he greeted Ding Ze and Janet.

Although she had seen Dexter several times before, Janet was still very curious and looked at him closely when they met again, because of the news.

Then, to be honest, Janet really couldn't understand it.

This seemingly ordinary man, not tall and not particularly strong, has managed to kill so many people over the years without anyone knowing or discovering it.

Janet found it amazing.

Ding Zech smiled at Dexter, "I just got back to Miami today and saw the news about the Haian Butcher. I figured you'd be very busy, so I thought I'd come and get together with you as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Dexter couldn't help but grit his teeth.

What, looking for a thrill?

Mentioning the Butcher of the Coast in front of me?

This bastard!

But on the surface, Dexter still smiled and said, "It's going to be very busy going to come. The Coast Butcher case is a huge one."

“Indeed, I was shocked when I saw the news. I never imagined that there would be such a terrible murderer in Miami,” Ding Ze said with a laugh.

Dexter: "..."

Hearing this, Janet couldn't take it anymore and felt that Ding Ze was really evil.

Dexter, on the other hand, wished he could just grab a knife and kill Ding Ze to rid the people of this scourge.

Of course, this is just something to think about; it can't actually be done.

Dexter had no choice but to suppress his impulse, keep smiling, endure Ding Ze's provocations, and chat with Ding Ze.

We chatted for a while.

Ding Ze felt he had had enough fun, so he decided to stop while he was ahead and didn't push the limits further.

Dexter was furious, but then breathed a sigh of relief and went into the kitchen to prepare the steak.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with it. After being provoked by Ding Ze, and then picking up a knife to process the steak, Dexter was simply venting his anger.

After a flurry of activity, the four of them began to eat.

I must say, Dexter's cooking skills are really good; the steaks he makes taste quite good.

Ding Ze took a bite and decisively gave Dexter a thumbs up. "Dexter, with your skills, it's a waste for you to be a forensic doctor in the police station. You should open a restaurant and be a chef."

Upon hearing this, Debra immediately nodded in agreement, "Right? I think so too. It's a pity he just wants to be a forensic pathologist."

Dexter had no interest in being a chef. "I'd rather stick to being a forensic pathologist and helping the police catch criminals."

Ding Ze gave a thumbs up again, "This idea is of a very high level."

The four of them ate and chatted, and the atmosphere seemed very harmonious.

In reality, only Debra, in her naiveté, genuinely felt that things were quite harmonious.

"Debra, were you involved in the Coast Butcher case too?" Ding Ze suddenly thought of this and asked.

Debra was immediately displeased upon hearing this. "I want to participate, but my boss, that bitch, doesn't like me and won't let me participate. I plan to talk to that bitch's boss tomorrow."

“So that’s how it is. It’s really a headache to have a boss like that,” Ding Ze said with a smile. “Maybe I can help. I donated tens of millions of US dollars to your police station before, so I should have some say.”

Upon hearing this, Debra was immediately excited. "Really? That's wonderful! Thank you, thank you!"

“You’re welcome. You’re Dexter’s sister. If I can help, of course I will,” Ding Ze said.

Debra smiled happily.

Dexter chewed his steak, silently observing Ding Ze. He couldn't understand why this murderer had suddenly come here and what he wanted to do, and he was quite annoyed.

Time flies.

Dinner is finally over.

Ding Ze had had his fill of fun and beckoned Janet to get up and say goodbye.

Seizing the opportunity, Dexter quickly stood up and said, "I'll see you off."

“Okay,” Ding Ze readily agreed.

The three of them walked out of the apartment without saying a word, and silently walked down the corridor and downstairs.

Only after stepping out of the apartment building and looking around to make sure no one else was there did Dexter's expression change, and he asked Ding Ze in a fierce tone, "What do you want to do?"

Ding Ze smiled brightly, "If I said I really saw the news and came to see you, would you believe me?"

Dexter stared at Ding Ze without replying.

The attitude is already very clear: don't believe in ghosts.

"Haha, okay, I won't tease you anymore. I just happened to be passing by and wanted to remind you that the bodies you threw into the sea will be retrieved one after another, and the FBI will be here soon. You're going to be in big trouble," Ding Ze said, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.