The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 12 Goodbye Glasses Girl

After listening to him tell the story of the poor father and son, Zooey gave him a poke on his lips as a reward: "Little Jack, you are such a kind person,"

Jack sighed. Although he had always been a single dog in his previous life, he had also been down and down. If he hadn't had a friend to help him, he might have been in a slump since then. How could he still live so chicly after the age of 40.

Helping the father and son by hand today is entirely for his own understanding. If he is a police detective who can handle the case independently, he might just let him go. The little boy was taken away from his father for no apparent reason.

Of course, Jack doesn't want to change the reality of the economic recession and the decline of the middle class in the beautiful country at all. He is not that great. He can rely on the system to improve his ability and take care of the girls around him in this strange world. Biggest wish.

As for the future, he should wait for him to fully understand the upper limit of the system's capabilities before making a decision. Now there is a more serious and realistic problem before him.

After a shootout today, he fell into the previous manic mood again, and came over to torment Zoe at night.

Before that, Jack also found a friend who was a good student in high school, bought several books on psychology under his advice, and even pointed out the skill-psychology (introductory), but he still couldn't find the answer.

After Jack finished describing his problem, Zooey held his face and looked left and right, and gave him an answer that made him laugh: "I only heard of PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) when I was in the army, you I have never heard of such a situation, I think it may be that God thinks you are too perfect, so you have such a small defect."

Then Sister Meiyan Yu smirked and said: "Actually, you don't have to pay too much attention to this matter, I specifically allow you, in case you encounter a similar situation when I'm not by your side, you can ask Little Hannah to solve the problem. "

Jack suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, and blurted out: "Are you sure?"

Seeing that he answered so quickly, Zooey left a tooth mark on his shoulder angrily, and said through gritted teeth: "Yes, you can still find Maureen. I think she is very interested in you. I had a meal last time." After dinner, I have been looking for me to inquire about you, if she, as a psychiatrist, can't solve your problem, let her help you solve it in another way."

I love the world of American dramas, I love Yujie, Jack suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, but put on a hurt expression on the surface: "Honey, are you doubting me by saying that? I think you need to help me heal further .”

Zooey rolled her eyes angrily, and then let out a cry of surprise, intoxicated by the raging waves.

The next day Jack went to Maureen's office in the EAP counseling center as usual, not because he believed Zoe's absurd suggestion, but because of the mandatory requirements of the police union.

"It's basically like this. The symptoms will continue after the incident, until I... uh... vent it." Jack's expression was a little embarrassed.

"I hope this question doesn't go on my file. I know that if I send my resume to the FBI or something, that file will be seen by them. I don't want to be seen as a sociopath or a sensualist."

Today's Maureen is wearing a knee-length white dress. The style is simple but shows off her figure. The makeup on her face is obviously much lighter than last time. He sat on the coffee table opposite Jack's sofa.

She didn't wear stockings, her naked legs were slender and straight, and the pink nail polish on her toes could be seen through the hollowed-out high-heeled shoes on her raised right foot. She listened to Jack talking about her problems, and subconsciously bent her toes while thinking , looks very cute.

Uh, Jack doesn't know why he uses the word cute on a lady in her 30s, and he's not a disgusting foot control, but I have to say that Maureen, the glasses girl, is really impressed by her outfit today. Some people feel that there is nowhere to put their eyes, no matter where they look, it gives people the illusion of blasphemy.

After listening to Jack's narration, Maureen gracefully picked up the teacup and took a sip carefully, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and said, "Don't worry, Zoe is my best friend, you have my best friend." Assurance that any future chats between us on this issue will not be recorded or recorded on paper.”

Seeing Jack nodded gratefully, she then asked: "Can you describe in detail, your reaction when you are facing a life-or-death situation or an extreme stressful situation, and your specific thoughts when the symptoms appear afterward?"

Jack tried to think hard, but it was completely unnecessary, because the scene at that time was like a movie in slow motion, as long as he recalled it a little, he could reproduce it frame by frame like in the player.

"The first time was when the suspect shot at my police car with an automatic rifle on the side of the road. I lowered my head sideways to avoid it. At that time, a bullet grazed my ear and shot into the cushion. The secretion of adrenaline not only maintains a high degree of concentration, but also greatly improves the ability of observation, reaction, and even the confidence of the whole person."

"Until the shooting of the suspect, I did not show the normal reaction of a normal person when faced with tension. Afterwards, I even forced myself to look at the suspect's body. Although I felt sick, I didn't have the desire to vomit."

"The second time was yesterday when I saw the suspect aiming his gun at Superintendent Gray. The feeling reappeared. I clearly realized that it was too late to get the rifle in the back seat. I was able to kill the opponent at this distance, and then I took out the pistol. Empty magazine, even though all I had practiced at the range for the previous month was a 10-meter pistol target."

Hearing this, Maureen took a report, glanced at it, and asked with interest: "Actually, did you do it? The report said that all 15 bullets you shot yesterday hit the suspect's torso, and the gun you used Single shot and done in less than 5 seconds?"

"Yes, this is a super-level performance." Jack scratched his head and admitted, thinking that this is the effect of mental power breaking through 20, and has nothing to do with the sequelae caused by the damn adrenaline.

"So what's the problem with that? Isn't it a gift to have this super calm combat mentality as a law enforcement officer? Do you know how many cops come to me every year because of combat phobia? Most of them have to quit Front-line positions." Maureen's tone was a little dumbfounding.

(End of this chapter)