The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

"That was almost two years ago. My wife had just passed away. I retired from the Navy and came back to take care of my son. I was very uncomfortable with everything."

He rubbed his face hard, his face full of pain and lingering fear.

"So the gunshot that alarmed the neighbors and attracted the police was not an accident?" Jubal had seen too many retired soldiers who could not integrate into society, and he had guessed the reason.

To be honest, choosing to join the army is a good way out for ordinary Americans. Although there are some thresholds, as long as they retire normally, the army will help them pay for their pensions and medical insurance.

So as long as you don't sign anything randomly, participate in human experiments that seem to have favorable conditions, or be unlucky enough to be sent to the front line where you may be blown up by roadside IEDs at any time, or see a psychologist blindly and be prescribed a bunch of messy drugs.

Most soldiers can wait until they retire safely, and then easily find a job with a good salary in the police station in their hometown.

Therefore, even though the army's rape rate is said to be as high as 80%, there are still a large number of women who are willing to join the army. After all, the happy education they received since childhood is not enough for these young people to get better jobs under the competitive pressure brought by those crazy involutionary immigrants.

"You are right. I wanted to shoot myself at that time, but because I was too nervous, my fingers spasmed and eventually went off."

Nathan Curtis sighed deeply. Some things are not as difficult to talk about as they were at first. "That was when I went to Valerie for help."

"But we didn't see your name in her patient file." Jack didn't see any signs of lying from his micro-expressions.

"Yes, because we are friends, she can't do psychological counseling for me, so she recommended me to her colleagues." Nathan Curtis looked at the two FBI opposite sincerely.

"But I am still very grateful to her. Without her and her colleagues' help, I would not have been able to get out of that shadow."

These things are not difficult to check. There are several other people in the monitoring room next door. Soon Jubal's mobile phone received a text message. Clay confirmed the authenticity of the story from one of Valerie's colleagues.

"So where did the gun go later?" Jubal continued to ask.

"After that incident, Valerie was very worried. She asked for the gun and locked it in her husband's gun cabinet, saying that she would return it to me after I recovered completely."

Jack thought of what he said before, "She didn't know you had other guns?"

"Yes." Nathan Curtis nodded, "But I swear, it was just to prevent her from worrying, and after that I completely forgot about the gun. Her husband also knew about the gun. You can ask him for confirmation."

"We will." Jubal glanced at Jack and motioned him to continue.

"So your relationship is more than just friends, right? As a half-psychologist, I am sure that if your relationship is just friends, Valerie will not refuse to provide you with psychological counseling."

Jack's words made Nathan Curtis's face look extremely ugly in an instant. He hesitated for a long time before reluctantly admitting it.

"I admit that we have a good impression of each other, but this is only limited to the Platonic level. We have never had anything beyond the scope of friendship. I swear to God!

His husband is also a navy. I can't allow myself to do such a thing. It's too immoral!"

Seeing that he became extremely emotional, Jack was not moved at all. Are there not many dumpling lovers who steal their brothers these days?

What's more, this guy had said before that he was not very familiar with Lieutenant Colonel Barnes.

"Before inviting you here, we did some small investigations. A witness mentioned that about two months ago, you and Valerie had an argument outside the school of your two children. Can you tell me what happened?"

Jack continued to observe the other party's micro-expressions while asking. Although this kind of thing cannot be used as evidence, and sometimes it is not necessarily 100% reliable as long as the other party's acting skills are good, it is still a very useful interrogation technique.

"It was just a small dispute, and we reconciled it quickly. It was far from the level of murder." Nathan Curtis's expression told Jack that he was trying to cover up something.

"Then please continue to talk and convince us with facts that you are innocent." Jubal deliberately acted impatient to exert pressure.

"Well, this actually involves some privacy of the Barnes family, but if you insist."

Nathan Curtis reluctantly told the whole story under the gaze of the two people, "There was a little problem between Valerie and Ryan (Barnes).

Every time Ryan and Rachel were close, Valerie would be very uneasy. I also noticed that Rachel often had bruises on her body, so I questioned Valerie that day."

"Why not report it directly to the children's rights organization? Let them investigate?" Jubal asked.

"Because she swore to me that things were not what I thought, and Ryan would never hurt Rachel."

Nathan Curtis' tone seemed a little helpless, "You know, in a sense, she saved my life, I owe her, you can understand what I mean?"

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"How credible do you think Nathan Curtis's words are?" Jack walked into the listening room next door and asked other people's opinions.

Clay looked a little confused, "I paid attention to and observed the situation of Lieutenant Colonel Barnes and Rachel when they were sent to the safe house, and I didn't notice anything unusual.

If you have to say something is wrong."

At this point he visibly hesitated.

"Go on," Aubrey urged.

"Well, maybe that's just my illusion. You know, I haven't had much time since I started learning behavioral analysis theory, and you guys always don't let me get the chance to practice."

"Clay Spencer!" Everyone complained in unison.

"Okay." Clay raised his hands in surrender, "I have a feeling that the moment she met her father, Rachel was not as happy as a child who had just lost her mother."

"What's that like?" Jack motioned for him to continue.

Clay hesitated to recall the scene he saw at that time, struggling to describe it in words, "She showed an innocent and sweet smile, like a child who had just got candy and was satisfied, her smile was so innocent. But it makes me shudder.”

"What kind of bad metaphor is this?" Aubrey complained softly. "Isn't she just a ten-year-old girl?"