Life as a police officer in America

Chapter 801 How could Senxi have died?
Lonely boat hotel.

The black lady boss is at the counter.

"Sheriff."

Wang Dengming ran up the stairs, came to the door of room 201, and kicked up.

A loud bang.

I saw Sensi lying on the bed, lying on her back, her mouth was blocked by a pillow cover, her hands and feet were tied, and the skin on her face was peeled off and placed on her chest.

Where her limbs were bound, the ropes were rubbing blood.

He sat on the ground weakly as if he had been hit by a high-voltage electric shock.

Outside the door, the female boss shouted: "Sheriff, Sheriff, what are you doing?"

Wang Dengming got up, went out of the room, grabbed the female boss by her collar, and lifted her up: "Which room is that giant guest?"

In the stairwell, a black-robed figure was walking downstairs.

"stop!"

The giant man in black robe ran out of the Lonely Boat Hotel and boarded a cash truck.

Fiat car mad chase!

On State Highway 301, two cars were in a frantic chase.

"Damn, don't let me catch up with you, don't let me catch up with you!"

The cash transport truck braked suddenly, and Wang Dengming slammed into it even though he stepped on the brake.

A bang.

He loses consciousness.

When he woke up, he was lying on the side of the road.

Two middle-aged men stood beside him.

"Officer, are you all right, are you all right?"

The impact of the airbag was too strong, and Wang Dengming was out of breath, and he was knocked unconscious.

"Where's the cash truck, where's the cash truck?"

"What armored vehicle, officer, I don't understand, what armored vehicle, you rear-ended our car"

"your car?"

Wang Dengming's rear-end collision was not a cash transport vehicle at all, but a large truck.

He covered his head, like a boneless invertebrate, sitting on the side of the road and crying bitterly.

"Sensei, Sensi, my Sensi."

"Officer, who is Sensi, who is Sensi."

"Go away, fuck off, fuck off!"

The two middle-aged men were the drivers of the big truck. Seeing the police officer talking, they went to the car to get the gun, and ran away in a panic.

Nothing happened to the big truck, just a bent rear bumper.

The sheriff leaned back in the Fiat, watching the pale, fishhooked crescent moon to the west.

"Sensi, I killed you, I killed you."

There were cars coming from behind, one after another, the Fiat stopped in the middle of the road, the danger was everywhere, and the screeching brakes could be heard endlessly.

Two cars stopped to help push the battered Fiat to the side of the road.

"Officer, what happened?"

"Let's go, get out!"

He was lying on his back by the side of the road, looking at the moon, blankly, blankly, with no life in his eyes.

A strange female voice repeated in his ears: You should die, you killed your woman, you killed her, you are a sinner, you should die, you killed your woman , you are a sinner.
The whisper was like an irresistible spell, he raised the gun and pointed it at his temple.

I killed Sensi, didn't I, yes, I killed her, yes If I listened to her and stopped the investigation sooner, Sensi would not have died, Sensi died, but you didn't die, you didn't die, You damned scourge, why don't you die, why don't you die, my plaything, my love, my love, my plaything
Sensi's death stimulated Wang Dengming's fragile nerves over and over again.

Every time he is stimulated, his resistance will be weakened by one point.

Sensi's face seemed to have taken root in his brain, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried.

He stood up and howled like a helpless wolf at the moon.

blood, skin.
He couldn't take it anymore.
He smelled the warm smell of blood, he saw Sensi's desperate cry, she heard Senxi's heart-piercing screams, he saw the red-eyed man's smug grin and disdainful ridicule
Sensi's hazy shadow suddenly appeared under the moonlight.

"You didn't say you were going to protect me, you didn't say you were going to protect me, did you do it, did you do it? You should kill yourself, you should kill yourself, you damn bastard, you can't even protect your own woman , you shouldn't be alive, you shouldn't be alive, you should go to hell, I'm waiting for you in hell, you come, I'm with you, I forgive you, come on, Sheriff"

The muzzle was aimed at the temple again.
A big truck passing by is honking like crazy!
The sound of the freighter's horn shattered Sensi's shadow, and it flew away with the night wind.

The Sheriff's mind regained a little.

He looked at the gun in his hand, his eyes confused.

He raised the gun again, aiming at his temple.

A night patrol police car passed by, and two policemen ran off from the car.

"Dude, don't be impulsive, what happened? What happened."

Wang Dengming looked at the two approaching patrolmen in confusion, without speaking or responding, the pistol seemed to be fixed at the temple.

"Dude, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

One policeman attracted Wang Dengming's attention, while the other approached from behind and suddenly grabbed Wang Dengming's hand holding the gun.

Wang Dengming did not resist or refuse, and the pistol was confiscated.

Patrolmen called for reinforcements.

State Patrolman Jules Walker, whom Wang Dengming knew, rushed to the scene.

"What's going on, Yao."

"I don't know, this guy seems stupid, he wants to commit suicide"

Wang Dengming was sent back by Jules Walker to the police station in Frostmoss.

When he arrived at the police station, Jules Walker looked at Wang Dengming's idiot-like face, full of melancholy.

"Yao, what should we do? He is investigating the case of the ancient castle?"

"Yes, yes, alas"

The patrolman named Yao said: "It's too evil. That unlucky Addison was just like him at the time. He shot and killed his colleague like that. He shot in a daze, and another one came."

"He didn't shoot his colleague, he committed suicide."

"What should I do? Should I send him to the hospital for observation? This is not the way."

Jules Walker thought about it, and said: "It's not okay to send him to the hospital. The doctor will be frightened by his appearance. If he wants to be sent, he can only be sent to a mental hospital."

"Where are his colleagues?"

"do not know."

"Are we really going to a mental hospital?"

Jules Walker considered again. "Go and get some cold water, more."

Yao brought a large bucket of cold water.

Jules Walker picked up the bucket and poured it on.

"Who, who"

Wang Dengming asked, wiping the cold water off his face.

"Sheriff Wang, it's me. It's me, I'm Jules Walker, I'm Jules Walker"

Jules Walker's face gradually became clearer in Wang Dengming's pupils, bit by bit.
"It was you, Jules Walker."

"God, you looked so scary just now, what's going on, what's going on, buddy."

Fifteen minutes later, Jules Walker left Frostmoor.

Wang Dengming repeatedly said that he was fine, and Jules Walker left in anxiety.

He picked up the pistol.

But this time it was not facing the temple.

If it weren't for the two patrolmen on the night watch, Wang Dengming would be dead, he knew he would shoot.

He remembers clearly everything that happened along Highway 301.

He opened a bottle of white wine, held the bottle, as if drinking beer, and drank it in one gulp.

He could smell the rustling aroma of Sensi's dress.

He saw Sensi's half-smile, his sharp eyes that gritted his teeth.

He saw Sensi wearing a white skirt, a brightly colored tank top, and a blouse.

She crossed her legs and swayed her arms slightly, moving slightly to the melody of the saxophone.Her black hair hangs down beside her face, her face is tilted slightly, her lips are slightly parted, which is the smell of temptation.
Wang Dengming grabbed the clothes on his chest.
He felt his heart was shattered, his chest was filled with blood, his lungs were soaked in blood, and he couldn't breathe.

He panted heavily, like a dead dog being grabbed by the neck.

The effect of alcohol.
He picked up the gun again.

cell phone rings
He didn't answer.

The phone rings stubbornly, non-stop.
He answered the phone.

It's Sensi calling.

"Police slag, where are you, where are you?"

The phone in his hand dropped to the ground.

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