The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

James was so bad today, fatigue was tied to this job, and James had nothing to complain about. ?? Eight ◆ One Middle School ▼ Wen Wang www.81zw.com ★ But at this time, the pain caused by a psychologist, James does not feel that he deserves it!

Remember, this was arranged by Anthony and forced him to follow the rules.

"I don't want to talk about anything you mentioned!" James's eyes were not on Emilia, but on what Emilia was holding and writing! It is a pity that James has not been so powerful that he can see the content through the stroke of the pen. Especially if Emilia can prevent it.

"Then we have nothing to talk about." Emilia turned the page again, obviously intentionally, creating 'many, many things you absolutely don't want me to write down, but I not only wrote, but also It will let you see the feeling, well, psychologist.

"What did you eat for lunch? Are you only willing to talk about these? Sorry, I don't want to."

James suddenly became hungry and touched his belly subconsciously. Yes, at noon when Zac is still in the police station, James is not in a mood to eat even Zac, the guy who was copied into the police station, is given a special lunch for the police!

Amelia frowned, and it was her responsibility to observe the patient. James' small movements would not escape her eyes. "You didn't eat." This statement is a statement.

James nodded instinctively.

Emilia shook her head, walked to the desk again, and put a bowl of rainbow jelly in front of James. This was originally something to relax the patient. "The police who need to maintain justice just let themselves be hungry. This kind of thing is really stupid. "Emilia is very polite." Don't you have common sense? Most small-scale public security conflicts in society are caused by emotional instability. Low blood sugar is one of the incentives for emotional irritability. Huh, how can you let Patton 'civilians' trust their protectors! "

James glanced at Emilia, frowned, but still reached out and touched a handful of candy, and stuffed it into his mouth, "Is this your major, hungry, so there is a crime. Bayi? Www.8.1zw.com ▲ "

"Yes, do you have an opinion." Emilia looked down at James. "I might not shoot, not fight, but I have a degree in criminal psychology." Emilia pointed to the wall. A suspended certificate on the board, "Do you want me to give you a lesson, detective."

James wanted to refute it, but the reality is so speechless, everyone has seen and heard the restaurant's medium dishes waiting for the complaint; the fast food restaurant lined up to fight each other; the car under the takeaway window robbed the road and caught the rear end . This is the evidence of reality.

Criminal psychology researches are not all those people who make people cold and serial murders, there are still such small and fresh ...

There is also a reason why James was forced to come to Emilia for psychological treatment. Emilia ’s profession at least partially overlaps with the police.

Wait, professional? James chewed on the mouth of the gummies and stopped.

"Humph." Watching James Emilia sneer, "Are you ready for class? Do you need me to send you this new notebook for notes, detective."

It can be considered that Emilia, who has some overlapping specialties, is assigned to the police for psychotherapy, which is an effort made by official agencies to change the police ’s inherent prejudice against psychologists.

But the facts have not changed, the relationship between the two groups is still bad, and even ... despise each other.

James frowned and glanced at Emilia, "Yes, give me a piece of paper and a pen."

Amelia was a little surprised. She ripped the corner of her mouth and tore off a blank blank paper on her notebook. She randomly pulled a pen and threw it to James. Really class? Amelia doesn't think that she will not waste her tongue to really teach the police. She wants to know what James is going to do.

James didn't mind, he held the pen, thought about the words, looked at Emilia seriously, and said, "Do you want to hear me say the case is, okay, I said.? Eight Eight One Chinese ● Wenww.81zw.com ▲ "

Emilia pursed her lips, stared at James's seriousness, and waved her hand, "Please."

James thought about it for a while, and began to say, "I'm staring at a certain morning." James scratched the corner of his mouth. "The meaning of staring is ..."

"I'm not stupid, I know what tailing is." Emilia rolled her eyes, and she felt the direction, "Detective, are you really consulting, I am a doctor, you are a patient. I am not your consultant. "

James twitched his lips. "Are you going to charge?"

Emilia doesn't want to talk anymore. The relationship between the doctor and the patient has been proven, and it will only result in three hours of wasted silence. She waved and motioned James to continue.

"At three or four in the morning, but there are still occasionally drunk people on the road, in the dark streets, uh, action." James continued, "This place is a little special, with many bars, but neglected to manage ..."

"Do you mean southeast."

James frowned. It was unsolvable. It didn't describe the geographical environment. It was impossible to lay out the correct scenes. The description was too obvious. Becky's neon glowed all night, only in the southeast. James can only nod.

"Not long ago ..." James waved his hand. "Two days ago, this place ... there was a murder in the southeast, so it was not safe there."

Emilia showed a thoughtful look, "I didn't see anything in the southeast two days ago in the news."

James didn't want to answer this question, and ignored it deliberately, the reason should be understood.

"The people who live in the southeast are not just ..." James considered the term, "social wanderers."

Emilia nodded and motioned to continue. This means that apart from climactic gang elements, ordinary citizens still live there.

"So, when I saw an ordinary person walking on such a street in the early morning, I had an obligation to tell him that it was dangerous nearby ..."

James was interrupted, shaking his head, with contempt, "How do you distinguish between 'social wanderers' and ordinary people, detectives?"

Please tell Emilia about this sentence. If there is no murder in the southeast, please read it together.

It can only be distinguished based on inherent prejudices, right, this should be sensitive to the psychological profession. Is prejudice sick? No, but psychological problems.

James squeezed his hand tightly, "Do you want me to talk!"

The fact is that James will express his disappointment with the police in front of Zac. He can't do it in front of Emilia.

Emilia waved her hand, "You said."

"This man is about the same age as me, wearing pajamas and covered in cartoon patterns that I knew when I was a kid." James said this in explanation. "You should have experienced that era and you will become a machine hero of a car. You have to ask me why I distinguish ordinary people. That ’s why, even if I see a person in such a costume, I want to go up and beat him! Are you satisfied? "

Amelia twitched her lips and was not polite. "This shows that when you were a child, you hoped to save yourself from the impossible fantasy characters. There are shadows. When you grow up, you reject the previous hope and want to get rid of the past, so you think so.

"Whatever you say." James didn't want to go deeper into this topic. "You didn't hear what I said. He is about the same age as me. Pajamas, the popular patterns of children in the last generation."

"What the **** are you asking?" Emilia was also impatient. Didn't she say it by herself, she wouldn't shoot, she wouldn't fight, but she had a specific professional degree. The treatment is now being consulted, and of course it will be impatient.

"Since I want to tell him that it is unsafe outside, I want to talk to him, dissuade him, agree ?!" James continued angrily. "But this person's words and actions obviously have ... problems!"

James looked at Emilia and suddenly murmured a cross in his voice. "He should be here more than me."

James sighed and shook his head helplessly, "In short, he is not like an adult, very naive, what is this, how do you call such a person." The pen under him already slanted paper, James Judge is ready to write down the name given by Emilia.

Amelia looked at James. "Is he a suspect?" Amelia still applies a despise look. "I won't use my profession to satisfy you on the street, defamation of strange ordinary people. thought."

James frowned, how to answer?

James clenched his fist, "Yes! A major suspect!"

Amelia thought for a moment, stood up, and walked to the file cabinet next to the office. "Be more specific."

This is the best strategy. In order to open up James's psychological defense, Emilia decided to use sugar coating to wrap her offense.

Amelia opened the file cabinet, "The nursing home in the Southern District had a fire and the patients were temporarily transferred. Many patients' data were scattered to various psychotherapy clinics for easy diagnosis." Amelia glanced at James Shi, "I guess you missed this person's identity, now I want to find him, I don't know where to find it, right?"

James nodded.

Emilia nodded. "You have to be more specific. All I can do is to check for similar patient information. Of course, I can't give you the file. You want to see, want, take the search order. Come."

James' face suddenly turned ugly and ugly.

search warrant. Now that he has clearly given instructions to let go of this case, where is he going to get a search warrant! (To be continued.)