Chapter 8 The protagonist must be somewhat sick
Just when Jack leaned down and was about to continue, Zoe gently pushed him away and asked doubtfully: "Are you really sure you are fine? Today is your first time He shot and killed a suspect once, but now he is caring about John. "
"My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is righteous."
Zoe can't understand Chinese. , suppressing the numbness in his body and asked: "What are you talking about?"
Jack sighed, propped up his head with one hand, and looked at Zoe: "Don't worry, except for the nausea after shooting The scene made me very uncomfortable, and my belief in being a police officer has not wavered at all. If the same situation happens again, I will only be more decisive when pulling the trigger.”
"God just used my fingers to execute justice. It was that bastard named Selby who drove himself to death."
Zoe stroked her forehead: "You will talk to the psychiatrist about this tomorrow. Don’t say that when you talk about the topic. I’m worried that he will write comments on your file that may be abusive lynching. Every year, many police officers who believe in their own justice and act unscrupulously are fired.”
< br>Jack nodded, but he disagreed in his heart. He had watched a lot of American TV series, such as "Forensic Detective", which had a large audience. If he had the chance, he really wanted to go to the Miami Police Department to see if there was a man named Dexter. Morgan's medical examiner.
The real uneasiness in his heart was the bullet that passed by him today. The moment the adrenaline broke out, he did not feel a trace of fear or panic. On the contrary, an uncontrollable excitement filled him. Spreading throughout the body.
He could clearly recall the scene at that time. He calmly fought back when he pulled the M16 in the car, got out of the car to pursue, sneaked behind a tree, and steadily pulled the trigger after getting Angela's permission. .
The moment blood mist burst out of the criminal's head, every cell in his body seemed to be cheering, and the pleasure of venting his anger lasted until he broke the agreement and came to Zoe's house.
It was not until the two of them fought to the death that the restlessness slowly calmed down. Perhaps Zoe thought that Jack was just shooting and killing someone for the first time and came to her for comfort. Only Jack himself knew better. If not Come to Zoe, he may be so impulsive that he secretly goes to the streets at night and kills those gang members.
I am afraid that the original owner of this body does not have any serious illness. This is some kind of emotional reaction of anti-social personality. Normal people should not have narrowed vision, shortness of breath, fighting between two limbs, and shooting when stimulated by adrenaline. Are your hands shaking like a Parkinson's patient?
Is it possible that every time you experience danger in the future, you have to find a girl to vent your feelings to? Wouldn't it be terrible if there were men around me? I don't know if a psychiatrist can cure this problem.
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Psychiatrist Maureen Cahill has long black hair and a pair of black eyes, thin lips that are completely opposite to the European and American public aesthetics, and thin cheekbones. There is a unique intellectual charm.
Jack couldn't remember which American TV series this psychiatrist appeared in, but he was impressed by this actor with this appearance. Jordan played the bald sister Mia in the "Fast and Furious" series. Na Brewster.
I have the impression that after giving birth to two children, this actor was so thin that she lost her shape and was completely unsightly. But now the Maureen Cahill in front of me looks like she has just turned 30, and her face is still the same Full of collagen, it’s so beautiful that you can’t take your eyes away.
As if aware of someone's gaze, Dr. Cahill, who was flipping through the files, looked up at him doubtfully. Jack looked away guiltily and looked at the layout of the room.
The room is not big, and the layout is very simple. There is a desk with its back against the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and a sofa facing Jack. There is a large coffee table in front of the sofa, and two abstract paintings by unknown authors hang on the wall on the left. , on the other side is a glass cabinet, which contains several sets of glass and ceramic tea sets.
There is a vase on the desk with several bouquets of roses of different varieties. It seems that this beautiful psychiatrist has more than one suitor. After the shooting of Selby yesterday, the police union demanded compulsory psychological intervention for the rookie police officer. So early this morning, he came to the EAP Counseling Center. Although he felt that there was nothing wrong with him, he did not want to appear to be independent or independent. I unexpectedly saw a familiar face.
"Can I call you Jack? Of course you can also call me Maureen. I prefer a more casual atmosphere." After looking through Jack's thin file, Dr. Cahill He raised the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his movements intellectual and elegant.
It’s begun, alarm bells are ringing in Jack’s mind. The psychology of his past life is not as magical as shown in movies and TV shows, but who knows in this world? After all, the LAPD in his previous life has never heard of a rookie police officer. On the second day of work, the police officer shot the gun suspect in the head.
"Hello, Maureen, please call me Jack. Please forgive me for being rude. This is the first time I have seen such a beautiful psychiatrist."
Maureen covered her mouth and chuckled, and asked: " So have you seen many psychiatrists?”
“Uh.” Jack scratched his head awkwardly, like a shy boy: “No, you are also the first psychiatrist I have seen. What I mean is, I didn’t expect a beautiful lady like you to.”
Feeling that the more he explained, the worse he got, Jack simply shut up.
Fortunately, Maureen didn't care. Instead, she took out a tea set and asked: "Do you drink tea? I like green tea that is very Seris."
Jack's eyes lit up and he took the tea can handed over by Maureen. When he opened it, he saw that it was Biluochun from the south of the Seris River. Some memories in his body couldn't help but stir up.
“Can you let me try it? This set of yours is used to make oolong tea. It is not very suitable for making this kind of green tea.”
Maureen was a little surprised and stretched out her hand to signal Jack to Then, he pulled up a chair and sat in front of the coffee table, watching his operations with interest.
Jack was not polite. He opened the cabinet and took out two glasses and a cloisonné craft teapot. He first poured boiling water into the teapot, then skillfully heated the cup and put the tea leaves.
When the water temperature in the teapot drops slightly, first pour a quarter of the water into two cups to fully soak the tea leaves, then raise the pot and pour it up and down several times to use the momentum of the water. Flip the tea leaves up and down in the cup, and finally stop when the tea in the cup is close to about 70%.
Maureen picked up the glass, and the dense water vapor carried the aroma of tea into her nose instantly, which made her feel refreshed. She couldn't help but let out a low sigh of admiration, and looked at Jack with a bit of surprise in her eyes.
Looking at the spiral-shaped tea leaves sinking to the bottom of the cup, Jack took a sip and sighed, "Good tea." Some of Siris's high-end green tea can also be seen in Chinatown, but at that price, wait. The weight of gold was much higher, which discouraged him as a poor man.
(End of this chapter)