Life as a police officer in America

Chapter 779 Psychiatric Crime Hospital

It was the same moon as last night.

Gray and dark, like a bone-white fishhook with barbs.

The air gradually became colder, like a person walking into a long and narrow ice valley, the colder the further you went.

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

Sensi stacked the files one by one, which was as tall as half a person.

"I'm so amazing, I've seen so many, I'm really sleepy."

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

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

The light in front of the police station came on again in the veil-like mist.

Under the telephone pole, there was a person standing, it was the old lady, she was looking at the window of the police station.

Sensi was talking in his sleep: "Honey, I like you."

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

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

Finally, Wang Dengming couldn't bear it anymore, he couldn't stand looking at each other like that!
With a gun in his hand, he came to the gate of the police station.

With a bang, he opened the door!
The banging sound of the iron gate seemed to come from the distant depths of the ground.

The old lady is gone.

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

The light flickered a few times, returning to a dim yellow and feeble light.

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

In the room, Sensi was lying on his back with his hands on his stomach, 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 sweater, her hair 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 pretending eighth woman!"

Wang Dengming must catch her.

Vanilla Farah turned around and ran, she ran cumbersomely, as if she was carrying a hundred catties on her back.

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

Plop, she was thrown to the ground by the police.

The policeman showed the handcuffs, put her head down with one hand, knelt on her back with one foot, and handcuffed her handcuffs with the other hand.

When Vanilla Farah was handcuffed, she didn't make a sound, she just kept struggling, as weak as someone suffering from hypochondriac.

He pressed Vanilla Farah's head, and the slap still felt like a lifeless football.

Oh shit!

"your name!"

Vanilla Farah looked down and did not answer.

"Are you Vanilla Farah? Say!"

The subdued woman still didn't speak, Wang Dengming stretched his hand to her neck, her pulse was beating quite powerfully and quickly.

Damn, it's alive.

He wanted to turn her over, but her clothes were like paper, and he pulled her back so that there was a big tear, like mourning clothes.

He grabbed her arm and rolled her onto the ground.

"Say, are you Vanilla Farah!"

She suddenly spit at Wang Dengming.

Oh shit!

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

asshole!

He parted her thick hair with his fingers to examine her scalp.

The scalp has been stitched, yes.

A box car suddenly rushed over from the roadway!

Although Wang Dengming was prepared, the strange thing was that he couldn't dodge, and his mind couldn't direct his body.

Bang!
Wang Dengming was knocked far away, and Vanilla Farah was knocked farther.

boom!
The bullets fired from the roof of the police station hit the side glass of the van, and the van drove away in a hurry.

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

10 minutes later, State Highway 301.

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

A Jaguar overtakes, and the driver looks sideways at him.

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

Her smile reveals the temptation of a monster.

She suddenly let go of the steering wheel with both hands and took off her shirt.
Bang dong!

Amid the heavy impact, the airbag knocked Wang Dengming's face almost into a pancake.

His car stopped.

He heard the wind, and someone said: Oh my God.
Two hours later, Barton State Psychiatric Criminal Hospital.

Wang Dengming met Dr. Eusto Hanny.

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

Wang Dengming said, "Not entirely, Dr. Eusto Hanney,"

Under his white coat, Eustor Haney wore a British-cut sweatshirt with a windowpane pattern.

"Want a cup of coffee? Decaffeinated?"

"no, thank you."

"You're still looking into the Vanilla Farah thing."

"Yes, doctor, but not quite, I mean, did anything particularly unusual happen to Herb Farah while he was in the mental institution."

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

The chair in front of Eustor Hanny's office is fixed to the ground by screws to prevent the patient from picking up the chair and beating him up when he is being questioned by the doctor while sitting on it.

Sitting on this metal chair, Wang Dengming thought of the electric chair.

Very strong and brutal chair for a consultation.

"I understand."

"Officer, what exactly do you want to investigate? The New York police officer asked me a lot of questions about Vanilla Farah. That's nothing special. Vanilla Farah is a very ordinary psychopath. Why bother with this question?" ?”

"doctor."

There are many touting certificates and awards on the wall behind the desk, and the doctor pointed to the things on the wall.

Then slowly turned around to face Wang Dengming. "Do you know what level of doctor you are facing?"

"Doctor, can I see where Vanilla Farah is being held in the mental hospital?"

The doctor felt that the police officer was really unreasonable.

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

The fifth section of the mental hospital.

The sound of slamming doors, screams, cursing, and roaring made the air tremble with these sounds, oppressing people's skin.This oppression accumulates on people, like an ancient punishment: sinking into a river.

This is the treatment area for female patients.

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

A bunch of lunatics!

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

The wards here are like cells.

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

There was everything in the cell, snoring, stomping, murmuring, and giggling.

(End of this chapter)