life as a police officer in america

Next to the guitar, there is a pair of dumbbells covered with green leather, about 15 kilograms. On one side of the dumbbells, there is a robot. It is a robot made in Japan. I don't know if it is used to clean the room or to relieve boredom.

Next to the robot is the most distinctive thing. It is a simulated person, a hot woman wearing a white skirt. The woman looks like a certain Hollywood female star. It is quite lifelike. Looking under the oil lamp, it looks like a real person.

, I have to admire the craftsmanship of the doll factory. It is more than 90% realistic. The latex feels like real skin and muscles, smooth and elastic.

No matter what he thought, Wang Dengming just couldn't remember the name of a certain female star.

Cistercian scratched a certain high part of the girl's body and muttered: "I didn't expect that kid to be so perverted. He's so perverted. Damn depression, is it like depression? Bullshit!"

"Are you tempted?"

'Where did you buy it? I want one too.'

In addition to these, the bookshelves in the room were very conspicuous and filled with books. Wang Dengming looked at them and found that they were basically books about chemical engineering, as well as a few comic books, Japanese comics, Castle in the Sky and so on.

In one of the grids, Wang Dengming found a student ID card, which belonged to Steer. Looking at the name of the school, Wang Dengming couldn't help but frown.

Wang Dengming focused on checking the tabletop. Half of the tabletop was filled with medicine bottles of various sizes, including plastic, glass, and paper boxes.

He picked up a bottle and handed it to Sis: "What kind of medicine is this?"

"This bottle is Paroxetine... This bottle is Citalopram. They are both prescription drugs for the treatment of depression. It's strange, why are there drugs for the treatment of epilepsy? Poor guy, I now admire the sales consultant Wendy

Yes, she is more suitable to be a police officer than me."

On the desktop, there is a book with a white cover like a notebook. There is a neatly placed pen next to the book, tightly pressed against the book.

Directly behind the book is a photo of Stell and her girlfriend. The background is pale white. I can’t figure out where the photo was taken. The background is too weird. Looking at the photo always makes people feel scared.

Open the book, and in the middle of the first page of the book, it says: "Dear father, I no longer have the courage to continue living. The Lord God has waved to me in heaven. After I go out this time, I will never come back to this place again."

Home, goodbye dad, forgive me."

This is the only paragraph written in the notebook, and the other pages are blank.

Sith: 'What does this mean? What does this mean? Is it a farewell letter?'

"But he didn't say he was going to commit suicide. It wasn't necessarily a suicide note."

"The Lord God has already waved to him, isn't he committing suicide?"

"Is this written by Ster? The handwriting looks like it was written by a girl..."

Wang Dengming put the notebook into his trouser pocket.

"Let's leave it alone and see if we can find anything else. We have to hurry up. I don't want to be imprisoned for the second time."

The two searched for a while, but found nothing of value except the notebook in Wang Dengming's trouser pocket.

"Retreat, speed!"

As soon as the two left Wengerson's home, a dozen heavily armed special police officers drove four police cars and a prison car arrived. Wang Dengming touched the sweat on his head: "Damn, I almost entered the palace for the second time!"

"What is the second entry into the palace?"

"You don't understand the prophet's holy words."

"What's next?"

"Run. It will be fine if we run back to our territory, but not now."

After being chased by the local police, the two found a real pheasant hotel, which required no formalities, just paid.

The conditions in the hotel were dirty, poor, and simple. The soundproofing effect was ineffective. The walls were separated by wooden boards. There were all kinds of noises coming from the next door, especially the shouts of war between men and women, which made the Sith scream in anger.

The two of them will live in the same room tonight, so that if someone from the homicide team comes to cause trouble, each other will have a cover.

Mosquitoes, noise... The air conditioner is quite powerful and sounds like an engine, but there is no air conditioning.

Neither of them slept well.

At nine o'clock the next day, the two of them sat face to face on their own beds.

"Detective, what's the next step for us to investigate?"

At a quarter past eight, Wang Dengming called Xin Mohai and told him the progress of the case. The most important thing was to tell Xin Mohai about the beating last night. Wang Dengming wanted Xin Mohai to come forward.

Set this matter straight.

After Xin Mohai learned of Wang Dengming's report, he roared: You will die in Sioux Falls City, don't come back!

The chief officer was angry, very angry.

If Xin Mohai did not come forward to mediate, Wang Dengming estimated that the two brothers would not have an easy life in Sioux Falls City. Let alone investigating the case, it was difficult to say whether their safety could be guaranteed.

The police system in the United States is like this. Each one looks after its own affairs and investigates its own affairs. If an agency like the federal police or the CIA is not deployed in a cross-state investigation, there will be many obstacles.

Wang Dengming regretted his behavior last night, but the culprit was Sith.

He just wanted to stir up trouble between Copperfield and Wang Dengming. He was beaten by the policewoman, and this idiot asked Wang Dengming to help him vent his anger. Wang Dengming felt that he was stupider than the Sith, so why did he take action?

His rationality and self-control are not so bad.

"Please ask God first to protect us from being beaten by a group of people when we go out. This is the first priority."

"It's okay. I heard from the old hunter that you can hunt ten of them. If I follow you, I'll be safe."

The two of them left the hotel and went into the supermarket to buy two pieces of bread, which they treated as breakfast. Sis also wanted to buy a peaked cap to cover his face. He didn't buy the peaked cap, so he bought a cowboy hat and a pair of sunglasses.

Police uniforms can no longer be worn, so they each bought a set of casual clothes. The colorful short-sleeved shorts summer clothes worn by tourists are like the style worn on the beach.

When Sisi did this, Wang Dengming also followed. After all, this is someone else's territory. No matter how hard you try, you can't beat the entire police station.

After changing their clothes and putting on their sunglasses and cowboy hats, they suddenly transformed into leisurely and comfortable foreign tourists.

Wang Dengming also lost his temper when the case was handled like this.

"Wang, we act like wanted criminals. We are here to investigate the case. Do you think we look like the people investigating the case?"

"Resembling, very much like the legendary plainclothes detective."

Today, there are a lot more patrol officers on the street. Wang Dengming guessed that the leader of the homicide team would only dream of arresting someone right now.

Two patrol policemen walked towards me.

Sith became nervous.

"Don't look back, don't look around, and don't think about turning around. Just walk past at a normal pace."

The patrolman passed the two men and nothing happened.

"very good....."

‘What’s the next step to check?’

"Go to Wingerson's house."

"What?! Aren't you afraid that Copperfield would send someone to ambush you there?"

"Seventy-two hours will run out soon. Aren't you in a hurry? We can only do this. I don't believe that Copperfield has that kind of wisdom. This is called war. The most dangerous place is the safest place. Take a gamble.

Bundle?"

Sith hesitated for a while: "Just die!"

When the two arrived at the door of Wingerson's house again, during the day, their house looked as conspicuous as the home of a Middle Eastern tycoon.

"Rich people are really rich people."

Under the guidance of a female black servant, the two swaggered into Wingerson's home again.

Wang Dengming came to visit as a friend of Wingerson this time. They went smoothly. The servant didn't ask any questions and didn't ask for an appointment. When Wang Dengming walked thirty meters, he realized that they had lost the bet.

I wanted to leave, but someone had already blocked my retreat.