Chapter 182 Torture from the Mentally Abnormal
In some ways, social media is a bit similar to celebrities. They are not afraid of heated debates on topics, but they are afraid that no one will care about them.
Under Hawke's deliberate provocation, the men and women quarreled, and the topic quickly left the Hawke incident itself and quickly developed in the direction of antagonism between men and women.
The war of words spread from Twitter to the North American Internet, and many print media also joined in.
Even some European media outlets have given up.
In real life, it may not be obvious.
But Twitter has become a battlefield for both sides. A large number of people came to Twitter to register, join the camp of one side, and start fighting with the other side.
As we all know, there is no winner or loser in online debates, and one group of trolls cannot defeat another group of trolls.
There are also some people who don’t speak much after registering, but they enjoy eating melons.
From this debate between men and women, only one company has benefited the most - Twitter.
Twitter took the opportunity to launch a Spanish version for all Spanish-speaking markets.
Including Spain in Europe and Latin America starting from Mexico and going south, they are all included in Twitter's territory.
The latter belongs to America's back garden.
However, in just a few days, the number of Twitter users worldwide increased by more than 3 million.
Twitter has nearly 25 million users worldwide.
Caroline called Hawke from Australia and said that because of these hot topics, she saved a lot of trouble in her promotion work and successfully signed contracts with telecommunication companies in Australia and New Zealand.
She almost sang a "Sheep Song" to Hawke over the phone.
Hawke will next work with Brian to deal with the bastards hiding behind the scenes, and the company needs someone to sit down.
He said on the phone: "After you finish your work there, come back immediately."
Caroline immediately said: "I'll have someone book a flight now."
Hawke turned on PUA mode again: "Miss Me, the company can't live without you."
Caroline wished she could transform into a flying goat and fly back to Los Angeles: "I'll book the nearest flight."
In the afternoon, Erica called and asked Hawk to go to St. Mary's Psychiatric Center with her. She arranged a good show.
Hawke has also been waiting for the scene designed by Erica these days in order to know who Bella is behind the scenes.
Bella Sain was temporarily detained there because of mental problems. The LAPD temporarily refused bail on the grounds that she may endanger herself and public safety and must undergo a mental evaluation.
Tonight, two medical experts in this field will conduct a mental evaluation of Bella Thain.
When Hawke came out of the company, Erica's Mercedes-Benz G was already waiting at the door of the office building.
Hawke went out and got in the car and asked, "Can I observe it at the scene?"
Erica drove onto Pacific Coast Avenue and said, "It is your legitimate rights and interests to watch under the supervision of the parties or their lawyers. I have completed all the procedures for you."
"Brian is going too?" Hawke was a little worried: "He, the leader of the cursed sect, has a crow's mouth. I'm worried that if he says something there, the entire patients in the mental therapy center will riot."
Erica said, "Brian is your lawyer and I called him."
Hawke asked: "Did you bring your spear?"
Erica pointed to the back: "The gun bag is over there in the back seat."
Just in case, Hawke went to get the gun bag: "It's best to take it with you when you get off the car later."
Erica thought of the blessing that bastard Brian had sent out before, and felt that it would be safer to carry a long gun.
Hawke opened the gun bag, which contained a tactical vest, an AR-15, a shotgun, magazines and bullet belts.
He checked them one by one and made sure they were ready for use.
The car drove for more than forty minutes and finally stopped in front of an old building with a power grid.
An electric grid was pulled up on the tall wall, and a sentry tower was erected near the strong iron gate. All the guards were armed with live ammunition. The uniforms clearly did not belong to the LAPD establishment.
Hawke looked at it slightly: "Their uniforms look a bit weird."
Erica parked the car in the parking lot in front of the door and replied: "Originally, this place was under the management of the Los Angeles City Hall, but the number of prisoners... criminals with mental illness is increasing. According to the law, these people cannot The cost of being housed together with ordinary prisoners has increased every year, and the city hall has simply outsourced St. Mary's Physiotherapy Center to a private agency. ”
Hawke is impressed by this: "Many prisons are also outsourced."
"Yes, some prisons in California have also been outsourced." Erica said simply: "On the one hand, the number of criminals is increasing, expenses are increasing, and finances are tight. On the other hand, many states, including California, rarely impose the death penalty. , it is also difficult to execute the sentence, and the number of serious criminals is also increasing. According to regulations, these serious criminals need to be held in solitary confinement, which is more expensive.”
Hawke asked: "What good show did you plan? You never said it."
"An accident, a little surprise." Erica has been busy with this thing these days: "A scene that can make Bella Thain speak."
Multiple cars drove over one after another, and several LAPD officers, including Julian, got out of the car.
Brian Crowmouth got out of one of the Mercedes-Benzes.
Hawke and Erica also got out of the car. Erica put her gun bag on her back and followed Hawke and Brian towards the gate.
Everyone showed their IDs, and Nathan, the deputy dean here, let the group through the gate.
Julian carries a gun with him.
Erica showed her police officer ID. The person here looked at the gun in the bag and said nothing.
Nathan asked someone to lead the way, and he came to Erica's side and whispered a few words.
Erica nodded: "Don't use real prisoners."
"No." Nathan smiled: "They stay here all year round, guarding those mentally ill people every day, and they know how to act."
Erica lowered her voice: "It's done, and someone will send the rest to you."
Hawk heard it too, but Erica arranged it so he didn't ask any more questions.
Everyone turned into a corridor and walked towards the hospitalization area. After every section, there is an iron gate.
The tightness of the guards reminded Hawk of the "Terminator 2" he had seen.
The mental hospital where Sarah Connor is located is nothing more than that.
Erica had a particularly tacit understanding with him. She seemed to have guessed what Hawke was thinking, and whispered: "Some of the scenes in "Terminator 2" were shot here."
Brian automatically answered: "Why after listening to your words, I felt like I was transitioning from a horror movie to a science fiction movie."
Hearing that it was both a horror film and a science fiction film, Hawke solemnly warned: "Speak less and don't mention any messy things."
Brian protested: "I'm just saying it's a bit like a horror movie..."
"You can shut up." Hawke said very seriously: "From now on, you only need to wear your glasses and forget about your mouth."
Brian understood what Hawke meant, how could he shut up: "You two bastards, don't accuse people randomly."
He opened his mouth and was about to use his move: "This place is heavily guarded, how could an accident happen..."
Before he finished speaking, Brian felt something hard on his waist and quickly shut up.
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Looking down, he saw it was Hawke's finger and breathed a sigh of relief.
The group of people came to the evaluation room and entered the adjacent observation room. The two rooms were separated by one-way glass. From the observation room, every move in the evaluation room could be seen.
Two professionals assessing Bella Thain's mental condition were on their way.
Brian pointed to his mouth.
Hawke reminded: "Speak seriously."
Brian whispered: "If there is no mental problem in the assessment, Bella Thain can be released on bail, but her activities will be restricted and she will not be able to leave Los Angeles. Based on what she has done, I am confident that she will be convicted of false accusation and framed and sentenced to A prison term of more than one year ”
Hawke frowned: "Only a year?"
"She is a woman." Brian didn't have a good solution: "Women can easily win sympathy and receive preferential treatment, and the same is true in court."
Hawke looked at the others and lowered his voice: "Which is more suitable, the women's prison or St. Mary's Physical Therapy Center?"
Brian said: "Normal people will have mental problems if they are locked up here for a long time, some of which are serious."
Hawke's sympathy is never given to his enemies. He said: "Then find a way to let her stay here for a while."
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Hospitalization area, criminal offender detention area.
The sky had darkened and the lights had not yet been turned on. Bella Thain, who had lived here for several days, was highly nervous.
She hasn't had a good night's sleep since arriving here.
Suddenly, there was a creaking sound on the wall that separated each room.
The bastard next door is scratching the cement wall with his nails again.
This kind of sound is not loud, but it makes the hair on the whole body stand up and is unbearable.
Bang! Danglang——
In the other room next door, he started banging his head on the iron fence door. He hit it very rhythmically, and the force was not too strong. It would not hurt himself, and the sound could be transmitted far away.
Combined with the sound of nails digging into the wall on the other side, it's like one is playing a drum and the other is playing a violin.
Still the most unpleasant kind.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the iron door from the opposite side.
Only then did Bella realize that a new resident had arrived opposite her.
The man shook his hand at her across the two iron doors and the corridor.
Bella wanted to communicate with a normal person, so she walked over step by step, and found that the person opposite was very clean, neatly dressed, and looked like a normal person.
The man asked: "Beauty, why are you locked up here?"
Bella saw that he was speaking normally and said, "LAPD said that I am mentally unstable and have a serious tendency to self-harm..."
"Self-mutilation?" The man was quite curious: "Where did you cut it off?"
He suddenly turned sideways and pulled up his clothes: "Like me?"
Bella discovered that there was a huge scar on the side of this man's waist, as hideous and terrifying as a centipede.
But having injuries on the body is better than having a hole in the head. She asked: "You also hurt yourself?"
The man chuckled: "I like to eat animal offal, but the food here is too bad and they don't provide it, so I took the opportunity to get a knife, dug it out and ate it."
As soon as these words came out, Bella stepped back unconsciously.
The sound of scratching nails became sharper at this time. The man next door climbed to the door and was scraping the iron gate fence. At the same time, he said: "I watched you being taken away and you turned into this mess when you came back. ”
But the man said: "What can a blind man see?"
The nails stopped and the voice sounded: "I was not blind before."
Bella graduated from Stanford and worked in Silicon Valley. She is a senior white-collar worker. If she hadn't been caught in a fatal situation, she would never have come to Los Angeles.
Over the past few days, she discovered that the reality was completely different from what she imagined. This kind of place was not meant for people at all.
The sound suddenly stopped at this time, footsteps were heard, and several guards came to the door with two strong female caregivers.
They opened the door, handcuffed Bella, escorted her out, and quickly entered the assessment room.
The female caregiver put Bella into an iron chair and locked it.
(End of chapter)