dream that he walked into his daughter Jane's room and looked down at her sleeping face softly. Unprepared, Jane grabbed a pair of scissors and stabbed him in the throat. Suddenly, blood gurgled down his neck. Flowing down, he guarded it in vain, all inconceivable in his eyes,
Jane was panicked for a moment, and soon, her expression became cold, half pity half funny looking at her father who was struggling on the death line: spasm, Convulsed, then collapsed
, Mr. Brooks woke up suddenly at this moment, and his face contorted with fear was no doubt revealed on his face. His wife patted him reassuringly, and he rolled over, still in shock, subconsciously wrapping the quilt tighter than
Mr. Brooks did. No, before this, he had never lived
his life like this, and he exuded a special temperament from his bones: one second, he was a gentle and elegant award-winner, and the next second, under the shroud of night, he incarnated into Satan, Ben. I and Evil I can be perfectly integrated in his body, and the two identities exist equally. He doesn't need a personality transformation, he doesn't need to talk to himself
. He's an artist when it comes to killing. Both personalities are surprisingly calm, and both are incredibly smart. When choosing the target to kill, they sneaked into their homes at random and with precision, and when the victims were not expecting them, they simply shot them to death. He put the corpse in the most romantic posture, like a statue, and life is frozen at the most beautiful moment. Meticulously clean up the debris on the scene, and take it away together with the cleaning bag of the vacuum cleaner, without leaving a fingerprint, even the FBI forensic identification and high-tech equipment can not find the slightest trace of fur debris. The
police can't help it. He, the law can not restrain him, he created a kingdom, high above. At the same time that the afterglow in the eyes of the living disappeared, he couldn't help but raised his head, closed his eyes slightly, and slowly rotated his body. Yes, he is enjoying, enjoying the pleasure of taking people's lives, so he can't extricate himself in the game he wrote and directed. On the one hand, I prayed to God for peace and tranquility, but on the other hand, I couldn't help but dance with death at Satan's invitation
How could Mr. Brooks, who is exhausted, forget the redemption of others? On the rooftop, he called the policewoman who had been trying to find him through clues, and slowly spit out his question: Why do you want to be a policeman? A simple question, every word was tortured to the depths of his soul,
but Jane was an accident, so he had to compromise with himself again to help Jane afterward, and then humbly asked her if she loved her. Her answer and expression confirmed what he had been worried about: his heartache found that she also inherited his bloodthirsty gene, and, sooner or later, she would surpass him
and he began to fear that his empire would be handed over to all Give her, even his own life, with both hands. The saddest thing is that he loves her far more than her love for him
kills everything. Our wily Mr. Brooks knows these basic rules well. Daughter is his cover. This is a
clever and intelligent movie. Every case has a connection to explore human nature. It is a rare good movie.
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