life as a police officer in america

The most famous entertainment project in Lingfeng Entertainment City is not the Bengzhu Jump, but the Vent Room, also called the Emotional Vent Room or the Anger Room.

There are some markets for such special projects in the United States. Wang Dengming only wanted to play pig jumping, but he didn't expect such a house to exist here.

In Japan, it's called a vent room.

There are simulated rubber figures, and guests can beat them to vent their anger, throw plates, squeeze edamame, smash paper houses, shoot fake machine guns, etc.

The smashing projects at Lingfeng Casino are much richer.

Guests can smash various objects with bats, iron bars or hammers within 20 minutes.

Wine bottles, computers, dummies, beer bottles, broken tables, broken cabinets, old TVs, DVDs, rice cookers, keyboards, printers

All the guests who come to vent have their own secrets, some are because of feelings, some are because of work, and some are because of the depression of daily life.

In short, every trivial story you may encounter may also be their story.

Wang Dengming and Senxi may have encountered the most bizarre pressure, and they were really in trouble.

Negative emotions can cause a stress state in the body, which in turn can lead to endocrine system disorders, autonomic nerve disorders, and ultimately lead to physical and psychological problems.

Sales, assistants, public relations and other industries prefer to come to the venting room, because their careers determine that they need to suppress themselves more.

Wang Dengming feels that the police need such venting projects more.

He wanted to bring himself back to reality by beating and smashing, and Senxi took the lead in smashing whatever he saw.

Angry rooms are charged according to different levels.

For example, if you smash cheap things or a broken table, they are all low-value items.

High-value ones, like highly simulated humans, computers, etc.

The two of them laughed and smashed it down. The amount displayed on the charger was US$1,700.

I go!

It doesn't matter, the more expensive they are, the closer they are to reality.

After beating these immobile things, this angry house called: Come on, boy----- has the ultimate way to vent your anger, beating real people!

Thirty-five dollars a punch.

The real person is a huge man like a male hippopotamus.

Both of them thought of the red-eyed man.

Of course, real people must wear protective gear. They cannot hit the face, neck, or any part of the body that is exposed outside the protective gear.

no problem!

Senxi paid the fee for twenty punches, while Wang Dengming only needed three punches.

The real punching bag showed a contemptuous smile. He felt that Wang Dengming despised him too much, or that Wang Dengming was a poor man.

Sensi hehehehehe punched the chest of the real sandbag, but the real sandbag had no reaction.

This guy weighs at least 400 kilograms, and his muscles are dwarfed even if the night demon in the ring is called over.

A true heavyweight!

Senxi was tired from playing and wiped away the sweat.

"it's your turn."

Wang Dengming still punched the heart of the real sandbag. With the first punch, the real sandbag was knocked back three steps.

Roar!

Real-life sandbags set up in a battle formation, as lucky as a gorilla.

With the second punch, the real person punched the bag and fell to the ground with his legs in the air.

For the third punch, Wang Dengming abstained.

He was afraid of hurting others.

In the live venting room, the female guide on the side was frightened.

This policeman's fists are too strong.

Wang Dengming shakes hands with a real punching bag.

"I'm sorry, buddy, it's too stressful. I didn't hurt you."

The real punching bag said: "I have protective gear and it will be fine. You are so strong. I will not dare to take your business in the future. You are too cruel."

After coming out of the rage room.

"Police scumbag, I think I've forgotten about that old woman."

"It has some effect. I feel much better. It's not unfair that we drove for such a long time."

The two of them went shopping in the city and tasted delicious food. At night, they found a Wuxing Street hotel.

The floor they are on is the twenty-eighth floor.

Standing by the window, looking at the bright lights of the city, holding the beloved woman tightly with both hands

"Dear scumbag policeman, shall we go back to Flosmu Snow Town?"

The Sheriff kissed her ear.

"Go back, of course."

"Okay, I agree. I also want to find out what happened last night."

"My opinion is still that someone is playing a prank and I hope this matter has nothing to do with the case."

"I think so too."

"Let's go back tomorrow morning."

"Okay, let's dance. How about we go to a nightclub? There is one in this hotel."

"I agree."

They came to the nightclub, Wang Dengming was in plain clothes, and Senxi was dressed like a beautiful butterfly.

There were many people on the dance floor, so stumbling was inevitable. Wang Dengming deliberately bumped into a beautiful girl.

The girl has three male friends, all of them tall and thick.

Senxi smiled and said: "Police scumbag, you are here. Hitting real people with sandbags is boring, but hitting real people is more exciting, right?"

Bang bang bang

dong dong dong

The three flower guardians were repaired and could not be found.

The two of them did not plan to spend the night in the city before the local police found them.

At four o'clock in the morning, they returned to the police station in the town of Flosmuye.

Wang Dengming was driving the car, and Senxi, who was in the passenger seat, was carrying a bottle of wine and drinking from that strange city to the town.

"Hahaha, scumbag policeman, it's so fun, it's so fun."

After Senxi got off the bus, she walked crookedly.

Wang Dengming carried her upstairs and threw her on the bed.

Senxi was lying on the bed and suddenly saw the small wax figure on the table, and suddenly woke up from alcohol.

Wang Dengming giggled: "We are back to the starting point, right?"

"Damn it, scumbag policeman, go, please go and lock her in the safe!"

"Glad to oblige, my plaything."

The two slept until noon the next day.

"Did the old woman knock on the door last night?"

"No, I didn't hear the knock on the door."

The iron door of the police station sounded.

"It doesn't matter. Ghosts won't appear during the day. They are afraid of the sun."

The two reporters who were like 502 glue knocked on the door.

"Don't talk to me, don't ask me questions, don't say anything, I'd like to ask you a favor, go find Ms. San Coutts at 13 Lancado Street, when was she sent to the crematorium, she was cremated

No, if not, please let me know, thank you."

Without saying anything, the two reporters immediately went to the crematorium to find Ms. San Coutts.

Two hours later, a reporter’s call came in: “It hasn’t been cremated yet, is the police chief coming over?”

Wang Dengming went to the crematorium alone and saw the corpse.

Yes, that's right, it's that old woman, Ms. San Coutts.

"Chief, what happened? Is she related to the Castle case?"

"I don't know, I don't know. Thank you both."

The police chief turned around and left, leaving the two reporters unsure whether to follow or not.

"Chief, you won't investigate Ms. San Kurtz for no reason. Can you reveal some information for the sake of us helping you?"

"You'd better not continue the investigation. Damn it, you forgot something important."