North American Patrol: American Iaido

Chapter 61 Monica

"25th Street, Collinwick? What are we going there for?" Gino asked, taking the note with a puzzled look.

You'll find out when you get there.

Yorke said calmly, "Enough with the nonsense."

"Yes, sir!"

After Gino finished doing what he was supposed to do before setting off, he obediently entered the address on the map, and then picked up the walkie-talkie connected to the radio and made a call in a very professional manner.

"Calling dispatch center, 10-A-11, initiating patrol."

A distinctive female voice, typical of those in the dispatch center, immediately rang out from inside the car: "Received!"

Upon hearing the reply, Gino put down the walkie-talkie, started pushing the lever and stepping on the accelerator, driving towards 25th Street in Collinwick according to the route shown on the map.

"Actually, I've been wondering what the people sitting in the dispatch center look like."

Driving in the lane, blending into the traffic, Gino asked curiously, "Sir, have you seen this before?"

Yorke, comfortably reclining in his seat, looked out the window, alert to any possible unexpected situations, and calmly replied.

"They're no different from us, just ordinary working people. Are you curious about how their voices are so stable?"

Gino nodded: "Mm."

"If you've been doing this job for a few years and you're still this consistent, without making any big mistakes," York said.

"Like you, you can now operate it on your own in just a few days."

"Are you praising me, sir?" Gino gripped the steering wheel, following the flow of traffic ahead, and drove through the traffic light that had just turned green.

"No, I'm saying habit is a terrible thing," Yorkes said calmly.

"Drive properly, stop talking nonsense."

"Yes, sir!"

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With a precise and accurate map, the Gino quickly drove to its destination.

25th Street, Collinwick.

Yorke remained seated in the passenger seat, observing the situation and surroundings.

The streets here are all lined with detached apartment buildings.

There are few pedestrians, and they are all in a hurry, but the environment is quite nice, and the peaceful atmosphere is quite suitable for living.

Although there are fewer everyday shops around, it's enough; though small, it has everything you need.

What York couldn't understand was how little Gustave knew this girl who could talk to him about these things.

After all, there is still some distance between here and Gusta's shop, so it's safe to say that the two of them would not have met unless there was some coincidence.

It's important to understand that for a woman to seek help or even confide in a man, there needs to be a certain level of relationship between them. Otherwise, who would care about a stranger? They would just tell her to call the police immediately.

Extending from this point, it's clear that the girl must have called the police, but because she didn't see anyone and had no evidence, the police judged that she was delusional and had some kind of paranoia.

It eventually turned out that little Gustav sought his help.

Recalling Little Gustav's expression, as the car slowly came to a stop, York's gaze settled on the detached apartment building across the car window.

The detached apartment buildings here are vastly different from the apartment building where Tifa lives.

Besides needing to swipe a card to enter, there are security personnel stationed at the entrance of Tifa, and strangers must register before entering.

Although it may seem useless, most malicious criminals would immediately abandon certain ideas, such as home invasion and murder, upon seeing this standard.

"We're here, sir. What are you planning to do here?" Gino stopped the car, glanced around, and asked.

York ignored Gino, opened the car door and got out, looking up at the detached apartment building in front of him and glancing at the surroundings.

Simply using access control is indeed unlikely to stop some perverts from their activities.

With this in mind, Yorke took out the slip of paper, then pulled out his phone, entered the number on it, and pressed the dial button.

Seeing this, Gino, who had also gotten off the bus, wisely kept quiet and waited.

The call notification rang in his ear, and Yorke silently counted down the seconds; the call was connected in just two seconds.

"Who?"

From the hoarse voice coming from the phone, York could tell that it was extremely tired. After a few quick glances, he calmly said, "I understand what's going on."

"Hello, is this Ms. Monica? My name is Yorks Sheffield, from the West Canyon Police Department."

Before York could even explain his identity and that of Little Gustav, the other side interrupted him.

"Is this Officer York? I know you! Dylan told me about you!"

Ms. Monica's voice was quite excited, much stronger than the previous weak voice. Clearly, his arrival had greatly excited her, and more importantly, she had been waiting for his call for a long time.

Because Tifa is a psychologist, Yorke has picked up her analytical tendencies.

"Judging from the time he was on the phone just now, he probably never let go of his phone. Could so-called paranoia and delusions really drive someone to this extent?"

But then he remembered what Tifa had told him about the symptoms of paranoia, and he became less certain.

Paranoia is an important symptom of mental illness. Patients are often in a state of fear, making wild inferences and judgments, experiencing impaired thinking, and firmly believing that they are being persecuted or harmed.

At the same time, they become extremely cautious and defensive, and often include related people in their own delusional world.

For example, patients may make unfounded beliefs that certain people, groups, or organizations around them will engage in detrimental activities against them, such as poisoning their food, stalking and monitoring them, or plotting some kind of conspiracy.

The delusions are absurd, but the patient firmly believes them and cannot be persuaded or corrected by personal experience.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Yorke said in a calm voice, "Yes, I am Officer Yorke. Dylan asked me to come and see you, so I'm downstairs now. Could you come out for a moment?"

"Okay! Officer York, please wait a moment."

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York put away his phone. Regardless of the current situation, the scales in his mind were slowly tipping towards the possibility of a [perverted stalker]. No matter how he looked at his surroundings, something seemed suspicious.

There are just too many unsettling factors in this country.

"What's going on, sir?" Gino asked quietly, recalling the conversation he had just overheard.

"Someone I know asked me for help." York looked up and saw a figure just leaving through a fifth-floor window.

The girls that Little Gusta knew were fairly wary; even if they had just spoken on the phone, they would still subconsciously confirm things.

"He said his friend has been being followed by someone for a long time."

As they were talking, a commotion broke out in the apartment building in front of them. A figure appeared through the two small windows in the middle of the main entrance, which required an access card for entry. The figure moved very quickly.

It's tough. The collection rate is too fake. The collection rate keeps increasing, but the reading rate doesn't. I'm questioning my life.

(End of this chapter)