Los Angeles Detective

  Chapter 379 Source

  In a black Ford Explorer.

  Shakru Khan sat in the back looking a little reserved, "Thank you for sending me to the mental hospital."

   "You're welcome." Luke looked at each other, "Are you busy studying recently?"

   “Yes, I have now taken 5 AP (college courses).”

   "You are still young, there is no need to put so much pressure on yourself."

   "I took 11 APs before, and I also took a Chinese exam myself. With the advice of a psychologist, the burden has been reduced."

  While Luke was surprised, he also noticed a problem. According to what Shakru Khan said now, he should have lightened his burden.

  But he said before that because he was busy with his studies, he hadn't seen much recently, and there was a contradiction between the two.

   "Is there any conflict between you and Amir Modi?"

"No."

   "Then recently, why did you alienate him?"

  Shakru Khan answered irrelevantly, "Do you know how many APs he took?"

   "Not more than you?"

   "He took 20 APs."

   "A proper future ivy."

   "That's right, he has always been a child of someone else's family in what his parents said. The two of us are neighbors and classmates, and we are often compared together. I am under a lot of pressure when I am with him.

  I study every day, study very hard, and hardly have time to do other things.

   But I still can't keep up with him, I try harder.

  I have been sick since this spring, and the doctor advised me to rest more, get enough sleep and be in a good mood.

   But I can't do it, I still have to learn...

  Later, I also had mental problems. The doctor diagnosed me with depression, which made me have to reduce my study time. Otherwise, the depression would become more serious and may even lead to a mental breakdown. Shakru Khan sighed and said helplessly,

  “I was very unwilling at the time. I studied very hard, but Amir Modi worked harder and got better academic performance. Why didn’t his body collapse and why didn’t he feel depressed?

  In the words of a psychiatrist, everyone’s talent is different, just like O’Neill playing basketball, with height and physical fitness on the table, no matter how hard you work, you can’t compare to the opponent.

  Study is the same. Everyone has different talent, physique, endurance, and self-control. Although these inner things are not as obvious as physical fitness, they are still gifted.

   Moreover, the psychiatrist warned me that if I continue to overload my studies and lead to severe depression, it may eventually lead to a mental breakdown. At that time, let alone going to a top university, I may not even be able to go to university.

  So, I choose to reconcile with myself and reduce the burden. "

  Shakru Khan's face was a little helpless, but also relaxed, "This is also the reason why I stay away from Amir Modi. Being with him...it hurts."

  Luke asked, "Why do you think Amir Modi was killed?"

   "I don't know. I've never heard of him having conflicts with anyone else. Could it be an accident?"

   "What's the name of your therapist?"

   "Vasek Vieri."

   "Have you told him about Amir Modi?"

"have."

   "Has he met Amir Modi?"

"No."

   "Did he ask you to do anything?"

  " Quite the opposite.

   In his words, if wasting time makes you happy, then wasting time.

  Life itself is meaningless, but artificially endowed with some meaning. "

   According to previous investigations, the assistant to the first deceased, Melanie Hickman, also had mental problems and had seen a psychiatrist.

  Melanie Hickman and Shakru Khan are both involved in the case and have close ties to the case. It is probably not a coincidence that both of them have seen a psychiatrist.

   Even, Luke boldly guessed that the psychiatrist they saw was probably the same person.

  If Luke's guess is correct, then this psychiatrist is very suspicious.

  Luke reminded, "Shakelu, because this case is still under investigation, I hope you can keep this conversation confidential and not tell the psychiatrist."

"I see."

  Afterwards, the car drove to Mocat Hospital, Shakru Khan said goodbye to Luke, got out of the car, and walked into the hospital.

  Luke ordered, "Potter, follow up and check the situation of that psychiatrist."

   "Yes, sir."

  …

Potter followed up and visited, and quickly found out the situation of the psychiatrist. However, Luke did not go to the psychiatrist immediately, but wanted to hear the results of Marcus's investigation and confirm the psychiatrists of the two people involved. Is it the same person.

  After returning to the Robbery and Murder Division, Luke narrated the investigation and asked, "Marcus, is there any progress in your investigation?"

  Marcus replied, "We went to Markon Hospital where Melanie Hickman saw a doctor.

  Recently, Melanie Hickman has seen a doctor 4 times, and each time she finds the same psychiatrist, Misu David. "

  Luke frowned slightly. This was different from the results of his investigation. The hospital he saw was different, and the psychologist was not the same.

   Could it be that my previous speculation was wrong.

  Shakelu Khan and Melanie Hickman see a therapist just a coincidence?

  Luke carefully considered the three cases and the people involved. The deceased in the three cases may have had conflicts with others, but these conflicts were not enough to be the motive for the murder.

   Unless, the murderer has mental problems.

  Luke felt that there was nothing wrong with investigating the direction of the psychiatrist.

  …

  Makon Hospital.

  The second floor, the second psychological consultation room.

  The office room in the clinic is not big. There are two desks placed side by side, a filing cabinet, a water dispenser, a simple bed and a few pots of green plants.

  A white female doctor in her thirties is sitting at a desk, operating computer research materials.

   "Boom boom."

  There was a knock on the door outside.

   "Come in."

  The door opened, and a black man in his twenties walked in, with slumped shoulders, hunched back, and a weak look.

   "Hello, is this Dr. Misu David?"

  The white female doctor glanced at the black man, "That's right, it's me.

  Are you Marcus Burnett?"

"it's me."

   "Please sit down." Misu David looked at Marcus, "Tell me about your situation?"

  Marcus sighed, "I...have often suffered from insomnia recently, and always have a feeling of unreliability, as if I have lost interest in many things...

   I can't remember when was the last time I laughed out loud? "

   "How long have you been like this?"

   "It's been almost a year, but it wasn't serious before, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

  I can only sleep an average of three or four hours a day now, do you understand that feeling?

   Really painful. "

   "I understand, I have many patients in a situation similar to yours.

  Did you encounter any difficulties in the past year? "

   "I went to work for a new company... I did encounter some situations that made me feel a little bit overwhelmed."

"What's your job?"

   "Programming, you have to face a computer every day."

   "Working hard?"

  “Yes, I work at least 12 hours a day, sometimes even 14 hours, and I worry about work even on Saturdays and Sundays...overtime is the norm.

   I haven't completely relaxed in a long time. "

  Misu David asked, "Why put so much pressure on yourself? Is it required by the company?"

   "Our company has strict requirements and often lays off employees. If you don't work hard enough or are not good enough, you may be fired at any time."

   "This incident caused you a lot of trouble?"

   "Yes, a colleague who came in with me.

  He works harder than me and was promoted just last month. I really want to be like him and keep working hard in his direction.

  He even sleeps in the company on Saturdays and Sundays, rarely resting. "

  Misu David said, "Why do you have to be like him? The world is diverse, and so are people. There is no need to force yourself."

  Marcus shook his head and sighed, "Everyone in the company works hard, if I don't work hard, I will be fired.

  I need this job. "

  Misu David said, "It is right to work hard, but you should stop in moderation according to your own situation.

  If you consume your energy excessively, it is likely to cause you mental depression or depression, which will affect your mental health. "

  Marcus pressed, "So what should I do?"

  "The first thing you need to do is not to put too much pressure on yourself, learn to please yourself, you must pay attention to your work, work hard when it is time to work, and forget about work when it is time to rest."

  “I also want to relax myself, but if I don’t work hard, I will probably be fired by the company.”

  Misu David said, "Then let's imagine the worst-case scenario, what would happen if you were laid off by the company?"

   “I will be very lost, very sad, and financially affected.”

   "Will you starve to death?"

   "No, I still have some savings, enough to live on for a while."

   "Is the loss and sadness of losing your job more important than your health?"

   "Of course not, my health is more important."

  Misu David persuaded, "Since this is the case, what else do you have to worry about?

  Work is only a part of life, and work is only for a better life, not the whole of life.

  If a person's life is only work, then his life is sad.

  Take a break when you are tired from work, and don't put too much pressure on yourself.

  Work within eight hours a day, and go out with your family on Saturdays and Sundays.

  I think your insomnia will improve. "

  Marcus asked, "Do I need to take some medicine?"

   "I don't need it for now, just do as I said, it's best to meditate once a day, lie in bed around ten o'clock in the evening, and don't play with your phone.

   If there is no change after half a month, you can come back for a review. "

  Marcus stood up, took two steps, then turned and sat back on the chair, "Doctor, I'm still worried...

  I don't want to lose this job.

  They can get the job done, so can I, why am I having mental issues.

   Is there no other solution?

  I am very distressed, my brain is about to explode. "

  Misu David comforted, "I can understand your feelings."

  Marcus shook his head, "No, you are a doctor, not a patient, so I don't understand.

   Can't feel my helplessness and despair. "

  Misu David opened the drawer and took out a business card from it, "Perhaps this will be helpful to you."

  Marcus took a look at the business card and muttered, "Mutual aid?"

   "That's right, there are people with a similar situation to yours. You can communicate and confide your inner depression, and you can also get some relief from mental depression."

  Marcus pressed, "I know about the Alcohol and Drug Rehabilitation Society, what kind of mutual aid society is this?"

  Misu David explained, "The purpose of this mutual aid association is mainly to help those who have difficulties in finding jobs, who are not happy at work, and who are in trouble at work.

  You can talk to each other at the mutual aid meeting, and you can promote and improve each other.

  You can try it, the atmosphere is not bad.

  I also sit down occasionally, maybe we can meet at a mutual aid meeting. "

  (end of this chapter)