Chapter 994: Still in Hawaii (Part )

Jack once wrote a paper about certain PTSD symptoms among retired US military soldiers. In addition to various battlefield factors, he also mentioned some issues about the impact of drugs.

The paper was highly praised by his dear Professor Cahill and then shelved.

There is no way. In this country where everything is said to be free, there may not be the trouble of blocked words, but as a federal employee, if you dare to criticize medical interest groups in a sarcastic manner, it means you really don't want to make progress.

Although doing so seemed a little unprotagonist-like and made people feel aggrieved, but just like another big guy named Reacher who longed for freedom, when faced with threats from high-ranking military officials, he had no choice but to disband the 110 Special Investigation Team.

The reason why lone heroes are lone heroes is precisely because they have nothing to lose except themselves, just like the Punisher, whom Jack admires most among the Marvel heroes.

However, admiration aside, even Reacher has not been forced to that extent by this world, let alone Jack, on the contrary, he is doing quite well with his understanding of this weird fusion world.

So whether from the perspective of his own past life's understanding of the nature of veteran syndrome that had been portrayed countless times in American TV dramas, or from the perspective of a psychologist who had studied in this life and was at least half-baked in knowledge, Jack instantly understood what Brian Palmer's wife said.

"Alcoholism, drug addiction, bouts of mania for no apparent reason, and depression, right?"

Palmer's wife looked at Jack with some surprise, and nodded with some difficulty, as if she was a little surprised that what Jack said was all right, and a little embarrassed to say it.

"I could tell Brian didn't want to do this, but sometimes he really had a hard time controlling his impulses, so he would often lock himself in his room and not talk to anyone for days, fearing he would hurt me and the kids.

It really sucks but we're all trying, especially Brian, who has changed a lot since moving out, putting himself on a strict sobering schedule and throwing away all his painkillers.

I still remember the last time we met, he smiled and told me that he was feeling much better and we would be able to get better soon.”

Palmer's wife tried hard to suppress her crying to avoid attracting the attention of her two children. Just then, a female nurse wearing protective clothing, goggles and a 3M mask walked to the door of the ward and interrupted the conversation.

The nurse came to collect blood samples, and Jack and Danny felt that they couldn't get much information from her, so they simply chose to leave.

During the conversation just now, Danny used his mobile phone to send the information about the Wave Hotel to Kono who stayed at the headquarters.

So when the two drove there, the CDC staff had already completed the disinfection work and put red isolation tape on the door of the hotel room.

It can be seen that this is a small hotel of decent quality. At least there is a public swimming pool that looks quite clean. A CDC staff member is extracting water samples by the pool.

Danny put on gloves and a mask as he walked, "What do you think about me asking Rachel to take Grace to the mainland for a few days?"

"Just treat it as a vacation and ask them not to come into contact with too many people along the way. If they really have nowhere to go, they can consider Los Angeles. I have many friends there who can help take care of them."

Jack didn't think there was anything wrong with this. When Los Angeles was hit by the hemorrhagic fever terrorist attack, the first thing his colleagues at the Wilshire Police Department did was to notify their families.

"That's not necessary. I plan to have them stay at my parents' house in New Jersey for two days and book the fastest flight." Danny took out his cell phone and started typing. Jack took out an evidence bag and waited for Danny to send the message before motioning him to throw the phone in. Smallpox virus is mainly transmitted through contact, and cell phones are also a good carrier that can be easily overlooked.

"Are you sure it's safe for us to go in like this?" Danny looked timid when he arrived at the door.

Jack sniffed the faint smell of disinfectant in the air and gave him a reassuring look. "The smallpox virus only infects humans. It cannot multiply in the natural environment, nor can it survive in the air."

While the two were talking, CDC staff had already packed up all the clothes and bedding in the room, sealed them in bags printed with biohazard symbols, and carefully sprayed disinfectant on the mattresses.

The smallpox virus cannot survive in the air, but it can remain active for more than a year in clothing and dry dust. The handkerchiefs and blankets used by patients were one of the weapons used to exterminate the Indians.

"This doesn't look like a dark corner." Danny looked at the two large bags of clothes and bedding that were taken away, and then looked at the furnishings in the room.

The CDC staff who were instructed to take care of the scene did their best to ensure the integrity of the scene, and the clothes were destroyed after careful inspection.

But the whole room was so clean that it didn't look like a bachelor's residence at all. There were no cigarette ashes, no empty wine bottles, and no debris scattered around.

"12 Steps to Sobriety." Jack pointed to the note on the closet. "It looks like Palmer is determined, just as his wife said."

Danny opened the small refrigerator and nodded in agreement at the dried apples, moldy wheat bread and jam inside. "He even eats very healthily. Well, the kind of health we used to eat."

After being educated by Jack, his view on health food has changed dramatically.

Jack checked the cabinet in the bathroom and found no medicine as expected. So it seemed that Palmer was really trying to change his condition. Then what was the reason for his sudden disappearance before?
"Uh, Jack?" Danny pulled out a plastic box from the bottom of the refrigerator, his hands shaking. "Do you think it's possible that Palmer committed suicide?"

"What?" Jack stared in amazement at the two small bottles of medicine and several disposable injection needles in the box in his hand.
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"I felt like I was holding the launch button of a nuclear weapon just now." Danny rubbed his arms vigorously and urged Jack to pour more disinfectant alcohol on him.

"Doesn't the label on the box say 'Cyclotriptine'? I looked it up and it's an antidepressant that's currently in clinical trials."

However, Jack's comfort did not seem to have much effect. Danny looked at a lump that had appeared on his arm and was horrified.

"Did you see that? What is this?"

"A mosquito bite." Jack just discovered that his cheap "uncle" actually has a talent for comedy.

(End of this chapter)

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