The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 387 When Wangcai meets Xiaoqiang, there is no worst but worse!
office.

Mrs. Wardericky and her youngest daughter Lucy, with a strong and sturdy man beside them, whispered comfort.

"Detective Chuck!"

The youngest daughter, Lucy, must have kept her eyes on the door, and when she saw Detective Annoyance coming with Chuck and Detective Amy Santiago, she yelled out immediately.

"Let me introduce, this is Mrs. Wardricky, and her youngest daughter Lucy, this is Mr. Wardricky's comrade-in-arms and current colleague and good friend Max Weston."

Detective Detective Annoyance introduced both parties: "As for this one, Detective Chuck, everyone knows it, so I don't need to introduce it."

"Detective Chuck, you must help us find my dad!"

The youngest daughter Lucy looked forward to it.

"not interested."

Chuck shook his head: "I took this case because of your sister Susan's death, not to help you find your father!"

He has no interest in anything like God of War Returns to the City.

Especially when God of War returns to New York!

"I know, but my sister's affairs can be investigated at any time, but my father..."

The youngest daughter Lucy said anxiously.

"In your eyes, your sister's death is not as important as your father's disappearance?"

Chuck interrupted.

"I did not mean that."

The youngest daughter, Lucy, shook her head quickly.

"Let's talk about the progress of Susan's case first."

Detective Amy Santiago heard Chuck talk about the theory that "dead people have no human rights", and knew that Chuck was a little disgusted with Susan's family who also proved this in disguise, so he quickly reminded him to change the subject.

"Have you made progress in your investigation?"

The veteran soldier Max who was with him was very surprised.

He is very aware of NYPD's case handling efficiency.

As long as it is not one of our own, that is, the police are killed, otherwise it is all business.

Don't say that there will be progress the next day, it will start after a few weeks, and then tell him that everything is normal and that you are thinking too much, and he will not be surprised at all.

But this surprised emotion soon disappeared from Detective Amy Santiago's incomparably dignified expression, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Not to mention him, even Mrs. Wardricky, who had been mourning all the time, looked over with sad and frightened eyes.

"...you have to be mentally prepared."

Detective Amy Santiago opened his mouth. After all, there was no way to say it directly, but to say this sentence first.

"OMG!"

It's okay not to say, but when Mrs. Wardricky covered her mouth and exclaimed, tears poured out uncontrollably.

"Just say it!"

Detective Annoyance reminds.

"Ok."

Detective Amy Santiago glanced at Chuck, seeing that he had no intention of speaking for her, and could only report the latest investigation results to the family as a police detective. After she finished speaking briefly, the entire office was silent.

Even the weeping Mrs. Wardridge stopped crying.

Because she had rolled her eyes and passed out.

My friend Max, a retired soldier, rushed to rescue her, and then helped her out, not letting her listen to this.

"That is to say, my father completely collapsed because of the forged organ transplant donation card after hearing that Susan was killed?"

Lucy, the younger daughter, was much stronger, but murmured something anyway.

"It's a PTSD episode."

Detective Amy Santiago couldn't bear it, and after a word of persuasion, he smiled wryly.

A moment ago, because of Chuck's psychological analysis, she despised PTSD very much!

But now, seeing the reaction of the family of the deceased, she realized why she created the term PTSD.

If there is no PTSD, a general symptom that can explain everything perfunctorily, how can they explain to the world what happened to these retired soldiers?
Why do retired soldiers from other countries basically honor their lives for life, and when they mention their combat experience in defending their home and country, they are all proud to tell their children and grandchildren.

When it comes to my own American soldiers, there are patches of PTSD after returning from the army, all of them are nervous and out of tune with society.

Even the family members are separated, there is an inescapable distance, and the love and patience of the family members can't wake them up at all. They keep silent about what's wrong with them, run away from home at every turn, and even become homeless voluntarily. No return.

My family members dragged me to see a psychiatrist, and they were told that it was PTSD, a normal post-traumatic stress disorder on the battlefield!
Because they can't say what the hell they've been through!
The dangers of such estrangement are dire.

In the classic American drama Breaking Bad, the middle-aged white male chemistry teacher Lao Bai, who is harmless to humans and animals, turned into a calf dealer Heisenberg because he was diagnosed with cancer in his middle age.

The family has a young son with mild cerebral palsy who needs crutches and is still in high school, and his wife is still pregnant with one, and the house loan has not been paid off.

As the pillar of the family, he needs to leave a sum of money for his wife and children to support them to pay off the mortgage so that the two children can go to college in the future.

What a great and upright family hero, if you switch to a Hollywood blockbuster, for this reason, even if you destroy the world, countless fans will applaud it, let alone make a mere calf.

But the reason why classics are classics is that they are close enough to the magical reality.

Lao Bai worked desperately to make money, but he didn't dare to let his family know about it. He often left early and returned late for this reason, and many times he couldn't explain it at all.

The wife with a big belly began to suspect. Although she later used excuses such as cancer and a mid-life crisis as excuses, the wife with a big belly still suspected that he had cheated outside.

Finally, when he couldn't hide anymore, Lao Bai explained everything. He really did everything for this family, for his wife and children!
But the result was that his wife kicked him out of the house immediately, cleared the relationship, and in order to make Lao Bai give up, she even went to hook up with her boss. After getting married to Lao Bai, she told Lao Bai immediately.

In the American society that is gradually decriminalizing, this kind of estrangement is not much different from cheating, and I even figured it out. Franklin, who has a bag of green, is easier to choose to forgive than to forgive cheating.

I didn’t look at Lao Bai’s wife in the end, she was so upright in her mouth and she was so determined at the beginning that she didn’t want the stinky money, but in the end she took the money Lao Bai earned from working so hard to subsidize her lover’s boss.

The dangers of family estrangement can be seen.

And the story behind PTSD is much more serious than calf trafficking and derailment.

Once you talk about the anti-human things they did abroad, as long as you are an individual, when you hear these things, besides disgust, anger, and fear, can you still have love?
Family man can tolerate everything, but first of all, it must be an individual!

Is it an individual who did those acts against humanity?

Even they themselves knew it wasn't, otherwise they wouldn't be as nervous as if they were haunted by evil spirits.

So they really didn't dare to say it, and then the estrangement could not be completely eliminated naturally.

Even if the psychiatrist knows, he can't and dare not say it.

So at this time, it is extremely important to name a disease like panacea.

Some time ago, Howard Jr., who loved alien manipulators, called him an expert.

How glaring would it be if no one wrote the hospital code for his situation and just described his condition out loud and objectively!

That is to say, the professionally trained black middle-aged aunt nurse is used to being well-informed, otherwise ordinary people would not have the courage to describe Little Howard's condition!
Only the codes that are exactly the same as other normal diseases, hidden in these code names, can you be hello, me, hello, everyone.

"Did you think of something?"

Chuck ignored the exclamation of Detective Amy San Diego who understood why PTSD was invented, and asked his little daughter Lucy, who looked thoughtful and had a wrong expression.

"No……"

The youngest daughter, Lucy, shook her head quickly and looked away, not daring to look at Chuck.

"This is your sister, your father."

Chuck looked at her expressionlessly: "If you cannot appeal their grievances because you concealed some important information, and their whereabouts cannot be found as soon as possible, it is your responsibility!"

"Lucy, if you know something, you must tell it."

Detective Amy Santiago walked over, put his arms around the hesitant Lucy, and encouraged: "This is very important! Especially for your family!"

"I had a fight with my dad not long ago..."

The youngest daughter, Lucy, was just a girl after all, how could she stand up to such urging questions, she couldn't hold back anymore, her eyes were worried and blamed herself.

"Why are you arguing?"

Chuck asked.

"A few months ago, my girlfriend Jenna told me that her uncle would pay hundreds of dollars each time he bought blood."

The youngest daughter Lucy said: "It sounds a bit unreliable, but it was my best friend. She said that her uncle knew what she was doing and made sure it was safe and reliable. I believed in my best friend. It's no big deal to try it once. She herself Also sold.

So I went with her, and I donated once, and I really got so much money. For us, this is a lot of pocket money.

And I met her uncle Elijah, talked to him during the blood donation process, and knew that he bought these to resell to the elderly.

According to him, those old people inject young people's blood in order to make themselves younger. "

"OMG!"

Detective Amy Santiago was completely dumbfounded. She thought that after the Susan tragedy, nothing could shock her, but she obviously overestimated herself.

"To keep young people buy blood injections for young people? Is our world really like that in movies and TV dramas, where there are vampires secretly?"

"There are no vampires, at least not yet."

Chuck said calmly: "As for people who inject young people's blood to keep them young, they are no different from vampires, except that they can't keep young, and they are more of psychological comfort."

"you know?"

Detective Amy Santiago looked at Chuck's calm eyes and said incredulously, "This really exists?"

"Not only exists, but also exudes a twisted vitality."

Chuck said blankly.

"Is it approved by the Food and Drug Administration? Has the Ministry of Health agreed?"

Detective Amy Santiago pressed.

"of course not."

Chuck said frankly: "The criminal law is full of the most profitable business. The more the law prohibits something, the higher the profit will be, and the more twisted and flourishing it is secretly, just like smuggling."

"Then your father found out that you were selling blood and had a big fight with you?"

After being speechless, Detective Amy Santiago looked at Lucy who stopped talking.

"Ah."

Lucy smiled bitterly and said, "My father is a special soldier, and his investigative ability is very strong. I bought what I wanted with the money I earned from selling blood. After he saw it and asked me, I couldn't hide it, so I told him. , He was very angry, that kind of anger, I was terrified at the time, so I promised him not to do it again.”

"But you went to sell blood again."

Chuck hit the nail on the head.

"..."

Lucy was silent for a moment, trying to explain: "I really didn't mean to make him angry, but I think it's nothing, even a kind act for those old people who want to regain their youth.

And I heard from Uncle Jenna Elijah that he only has very few clients who are willing to sell blood, so he can only do small things to serve those scattered clients.

When he collects enough customers and can supply a steady supply every day, he will cooperate with the Galahad Research Institute! "

Speaking of this, she became a little excited: "This is a non-profit organization dedicated to the study of immortality..."

"You still believe in immortality?"

Detective Amy Santiago is jaw-dropping at the teenage deceit.

"I do not believe."

Lucy explained: "But in the process of studying immortality, technology and medicine will inevitably make great progress. The blood people also have a credit, and these are not the ones that moved me the most, do you know what moved me the most, making me disobey my father and sell blood again?"

"what?"

Detective Amy Santiago asked subconsciously.

"Your father works at the Galahad Research Institute!"

Chuck said the answer directly.

"Correct!"

Lucy nodded: "He works as a security guard in the institute, and Uncle Max is also there. Since they are willing to work there, why can't I participate?"

"Yeah, why not?"

Chuck said seriously.

"You think so too."

Lucy thought that Chuck agreed with her, and was very happy: "I said that my father is very capable of detecting, and he soon found out about my selling blood again, and I had a big fight with him again. That time, his emotions I'm more excited than the first time, that look, I'm a little scared when I think about it now..."

"It's so sad..."

Detective Amy Santiago looked at Lucy, a girl who couldn't understand why her father stopped her, and said a thousand words into one sentence.

"Compare with whom?"

Chuck looked over blankly.

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago was speechless for a moment.

In her eyes, the father of the deceased Susan was really miserable. First, the youngest daughter sold blood, but she didn't listen to what she said, and sold it again and again.

Then it was discovered that the eldest daughter took drugs and was taken to the hospital after feeling unwell. It was nothing serious, but she was not only put to death, but also had a forged organ transplant donation card. There are only two daughters, and she is a retired soldier who suffers from PTSD. How could it be possible? bear all this?
But when Chuck asked me this question, I remembered that the reason why this retired soldier got PTSD was that he had committed many crimes against humanity that he could not tell others in foreign countries.

For those lives who were mutilated by him, what happened to Da Bing did not seem to be that miserable.

(End of this chapter)