The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 8 The Protagonist Is Somewhat Sick
Just as Jack leaned down to continue, Zooey gently pushed him away and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure you're okay? Today is the first time you shot and killed a suspect, but now you are concerned about John."

"My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is justice."

Zoe couldn't understand Chinese, so she suppressed the numbness in her body and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Jack sighed, propped his head up with one hand, and looked at Zooey: "Don't worry, except for the disgusting scene after the shooting made me very uncomfortable, I haven't wavered in my belief in being a police officer. If it happens again In other cases, I can only be more decisive when I pull the trigger."

"God just used my fingers to execute justice. It was that bastard named Selby who drove himself to a dead end."

Zoe stroked her forehead: "Don't say that when you talk to the psychiatrist tomorrow about this topic, I'm afraid he will write comments in your file that seem to abuse lynching, every year there will be many people who believe in themselves Justice leads to the firing of officers who acted recklessly."

Jack nodded, but he didn't think so in his heart. He watched a lot of American dramas, and "Bloodthirsty Examiner" has a large audience. If he has the chance, he really wants to go to the Miami police station to see if there is a man named Dexter Morgan. Forensic.

The real uneasiness in his heart was the bullet that passed him by today. At the moment when the adrenaline burst out, he didn't feel a trace of fear or panic. On the contrary, an unstoppable excitement spread throughout his body.

He can clearly recall the scene at that time. He calmly fought back when he pulled over the M16 in the car, got out of the car to pursue, sneaked behind the tree, and firmly pulled the trigger after getting Angela's permission.

At the moment when the criminal's head burst into blood, 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 wasn't until the two were lingering to death that the agitation slowly calmed down. Maybe Zoe thought that Jack was only looking for comfort from her because he shot someone for the first time. Only Jack had a clear mind. If he didn't come to Zoe, he Maybe he was so impulsive that he secretly went to the streets at night, looking for those gang members and killing them.

The original owner of this body is probably suffering from some serious illness. This is some kind of emotional reaction of anti-social personality. Under the stimulation of adrenaline, normal people should not have narrowed vision, shortness of breath, two twitches, and hand shaking like a handkerchief when shooting. Jinsen patients?

Is it possible that in the future, every time after experiencing danger, I have to find a girl to vent to?Wouldn't it be bad 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, black eyes, thin lips that are completely opposite to the aesthetics of the European and American public, coupled with thin cheekbones, but has a unique intellectual charm.

Jack couldn't remember which American drama this psychiatrist appeared in, but he was impressed by the actor with this appearance, Jordana Brewster who played the big bald sister Mia in the "Fast and Furious" series.

In my impression, the actor lost his shape after giving birth to two children, and he was completely unattractive, but now Maureen Cahill looks like he has just turned 30, and his face is still full of collagen. It's so beautiful you can't take your eyes off it.

As if sensing someone's gaze, Dr. Cahill, who was looking through the file, looked up at him suspiciously. Jack looked away guiltily, and looked at the layout of the room.

The room is not big, and the layout is very simple. A desk is leaning against the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, facing Jack and sitting on the sofa. There is a large coffee table in front of the sofa. On the left wall are two abstract paintings of unknown authors. , and on the other side is a glass cabinet, which contains several sets of glass and ceramic tea sets.

There was a vase on the desk with several bouquets of roses in different varieties. It seemed that this beautiful psychiatrist had more than one suitor.

After killing Selby yesterday, the police union demanded compulsory psychological intervention on the rookie policeman, so he came to the EAP Counseling Center early this morning. Suddenly saw a familiar face.

"Can I call you Jack? Of course, you can also call me Maureen. I prefer a more casual atmosphere." After flipping through Jack's thin file, Dr. Cahill raised his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and moved Intellectual and elegant.

It's started, the alarm bell is ringing in Jack's mind, the psychology of the previous life is not as amazing as shown in the film and television works, but who knows in this world, after all, the LAPD in the previous life has never heard of a rookie police officer who died the next day after work. Headshot the suspect with the gun.

"Hello, Maureen, please call me Jack, please forgive my faux pas, this is the first time I have seen such a beautiful therapist."

Maureen covered her mouth with a chuckle and asked, "So have you seen many psychiatrists?"

"Uh." Jack scratched his head in embarrassment, like a shy big boy: "No, you are also the first psychiatrist I have ever seen, I mean, I didn't expect a beautiful lady like you to."

Feeling that the more he explained the worse, Jack simply shut up.

Fortunately, Maureen didn't pay attention, but took out a set of tea sets and asked, "Do you drink tea? I like green tea very much from Siris."

Jack's eyes lit up, he took the tea canister from Maureen, opened it, and found that it was Biluochun from Jiangnan in Seris, and some memories in his body couldn't help but move around.

"Can you let me try it? Your set is for making oolong tea, and it's not very suitable for making this kind of green tea."

Maureen was a little surprised, she reached out her hand to signal Jack to go easy, pulled a chair and sat in front of the coffee table, watching him operate with interest.

Jack was not polite, he opened the cabinet and took out two glasses and a cloisonné craft teapot, first poured boiling water into the teapot, then skillfully ironed the cups and put the tea leaves.

When the water temperature in the teapot drops slightly, first pour a quarter of the water into the two cups to fully soak the tea leaves, then lift the pot up and down and pour it several times, using the momentum of the water to make the tea leaves go up and down in the cups Turn it over, and finally stop at the position where the tea in the cup is close to 7%.

Maureen picked up the glass, and the dense water vapor carried the aroma of tea into her nose in an instant. It was refreshing, and she couldn't help but let out a low admiration, and looked at Jack with a little more surprise in her eyes.

Looking at the spiral-shaped tea leaves that all sank into the bottom of the cup, Jack took a sip and exclaimed, "Good tea." Some high-end green teas from Seris can also be found in Chinatown, but the price is much higher than the equivalent weight of gold , let the poor deter him.

(End of this chapter)