life as a police officer in america

The moon is still the same as last night.

It's gray and dark, like a bone-white fishhook with barbs.

The air gradually became colder, just like a person walking into a long and narrow ice valley, the further inside it gets colder.

Wang Dengming: "Do you feel it? My dear."

Senxi stacked the files one by one, which were as tall as half a person.

"I'm so amazing. I've actually read so much. I'm so sleepy."

Senxi didn't seem to hear Wang Dengming's words. She stretched and yawned lazily and seductively.

She was lying on the bed, curled up like a mermaid.

The light in front of the police station turned on again in the gauzy mist.

There was a person standing under the telephone pole, the old lady. She was looking at the window of the police station.

Sensi talked in her sleep: "My dear, I like you."

Wang Dengming didn't answer Senxi's words, and he didn't go downstairs either.

The old lady stood quietly under the telephone pole, as motionless as a clay sculpture.

Finally, Wang Dengming couldn't help it. He couldn't stand looking at each other like that!

He held the gun and came to the door of the police station.

With a clang, he opened the door!

The banging sound of the iron door seemed to come from the distant depths of the earth.

The old lady is missing.

The street lights were still on, like dazzling high beams, and Wang Dengming blinked.

The light flickered a few times, returning to a dull yellow and weak light.

He stood on the side of the road for a while and returned to the police station with his gun in hand.

In the room, Sensi was lying on his back with his hands on his abdomen, overlapping them up and down.

He came to the window.

Another person appeared under the telephone pole, it was Vanilla Farah!

She was wearing jeans and a tight white sweatshirt, and her hair was tied back.

Her frame appears large and her body is round.

He ran down and quickly opened the iron door.

"Don't run! Stop, you pretentious bitch!"

Wang Dengming must catch her.

Vanilla Farah turned around and ran away. She ran very clumsily, as if she was carrying something heavy on her back.

Wang Dengming caught up with her in the blink of an eye. In the middle of the road, she turned around and bit her with her teeth.

With a splash, she was thrown to the ground by the police.

The policeman showed the handcuffs, held her head with one hand, knelt on her back with one foot, and cuffed her hands with the other hand.

When Vanilla Farah was handcuffed, she didn't make a sound. She just kept struggling, as weakly as a person suffering from rickets.

He pressed Vanilla Farah's head, and the touch from his palm was still like a lifeless football.

Oh shit!

"your name!"

Vanilla Farah lowered her head and did not answer.

"Are you Vanilla Farah? Say it!"

The subdued woman still didn't speak. Wang Dengming reached out his hand to her neck, and his pulse beat very strongly and quickly.

Damn it, it's a living person.

He wanted to turn her over, but her clothes seemed to be made of paper. He pulled her back and opened a big tear, like mourning clothes.

He grabbed her arm and rolled her so that she lay on her back on the ground.

"Say, are you Vanilla Farah!"

She suddenly spat at Wang Dengming.

Oh shit!

Wang Dengming was hit, and he clearly felt wet and sticky liquid on his face.

asshole!

He parted her thick hair with his fingers and examined her scalp.

There are traces of sutures on the scalp, yes.

A box-type car suddenly rushed over from the alley!

Although Wang Dengming was prepared, the strange thing was that he could not dodge, and his mind could not direct his body.

Bang!

He was knocked far away, and Vanilla Farah was knocked even further with him.

boom!

Bullets fired from the roof of the police station hit the side glass of the van, and the van sped off in a hurry.

When Wang Dengming woke up, he was lying on the bed.

Ten minutes later, State Highway 301.

This is a silent world, this is a black and white world, and the colors he sees are all monotonous black and white.

A Jaguar overtook him, and the driver looked sideways at him.

It was that familiar face again, the face of the statuette.

Her smile revealed an evil allure.

She suddenly put down her hands on the steering wheel and took off her shirt

Boom!

With a heavy impact, the airbag hit Wang Dengming's face until it almost turned into a pancake.

His car stopped.

He heard the news and someone said: Oh my God

Two hours later, the State Criminal Psychiatric Hospital in Barton.

Wang Dengming met Dr. Justo Hanni.

"Officer Wang, are you here for Vanilla Farah?"

Wang Dengming said: "Not entirely, Justo Hanni,"

Justo Hanni wore an English-cut sweatshirt with a windowpane pattern under his white coat.

"Want a cup of coffee? Decaf?"

"no thanks."

"You're still investigating Vanilla Farah."

"Yes, doctor, but not exactly, I mean, did anything particularly unusual happen to Vanilla Farah while she was in the mental hospital?"

"Chief, I don't know what you want to ask. In this mental hospital, some extremely abnormal things happen every day. To be serious, if you work in a mental hospital for a long time, the doctor will go crazy. You understand me.

Do you mean it?"

The chair in front of Justo Hanni's office is fixed to the ground with screws to prevent patients from picking up the chair and hitting them when they are being questioned by the doctor.

Wang Dengming sat on this metal chair and thought of the electric chair.

A very strong and sturdy medical chair.

"I understand."

"Officer, what exactly do you want to investigate? The New York police officer asked me a lot of questions, all about Vanilla Farah. It's nothing special. Vanilla Farah is a very ordinary mental patient. Why are you still struggling with this issue?

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"doctor"

There were many laudatory certificates and awards hanging on the wall behind the table. The doctor pointed to the things on the wall.

Then he slowly turned towards Wang Dengming. "Do you know what level of doctor you are facing?"

"Doctor, can you show me where Vanilla Farah is being held in the mental hospital?"

The doctor felt that the police officer was really being unreasonable.

"Okay, if you want to see it, I'll ask someone to take you there."

Mental hospital area 5.

The sound of slamming doors, screams, curses, and roars shook the air with these sounds, compressing people's skin. The pressure accumulated on her body, as if she was sinking, sinking, sinking in the water.

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This is the treatment area for female patients.

Most of the doctors here are women, and men are rarely seen.

A bunch of crazy women!

The nurse leading the way rang the buzzer on the last heavy door.

The wards here are like cells.

Dr. Shelly Madden, holding a big wooden stick in her hand, reminded: "Officer, don't touch the fence of the ward, they will bite at any time."

There were all kinds of sounds in the cell, including snoring, stamping, mumbling, and someone giggling.