The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 182 The torture from the mentally abnormal

In some ways, social media is somewhat similar to celebrities. They are not afraid of topic disputes becoming more intense, but they are afraid that no one will care about it.

Under Hawke's intentional provocation, the men and women quarreled, and the topic quickly left the Hawke incident itself and quickly developed in the direction of male-female opposition.

This verbal battle spread from Twitter to the North American Internet, and many print media also joined in.

Even some European media ended up.

In real life, maybe I can't see it very well.

But Twitter became the battlefield for both sides, and a large number of people came to Twitter to register, joined one of them, and began to fight against the other.

As we all know, there is no way to win or lose in online debates, and even one group of squadrons cannot defeat another group of squadrons.

There are also some people who don’t speak much after registering, but they enjoy eating melons.

The only one who benefits the most in this debate between men and women - Twitter.

Twitter took the opportunity to launch a Spanish version for all Spanish-speaking markets.

Including Spain in Europe and Latin America in South China, all of which were included in the Twitter map.

The latter belongs to the back garden of America.

However, in just a few days, Twitter's global user base increased by more than 3 million.

Twitter has nearly 25 million users worldwide.

Caroline called Hawke from Australia and said that because of these hot topics, her promotion work saved a lot of trouble and successfully signed a contract with Australian and New Zealand telecommunications companies.

She almost sang a song of "Song of the Sheep" for Hawke on the phone.

Hawke will be playing a **** with Brian next, and the company needs someone to take charge.

He said on the phone: "You're done with your work there, come back immediately."

Caroline immediately said, "I'll have someone book a flight now."

Hawke turned on PUA mode again: "Miss, the company cannot be without you."

Caroline wanted to turn into a flying goat and flew directly back to Los Angeles: "I'll book the nearest flight."

In the afternoon, Erica called and asked Hawke to go to St. Mary's Mental Therapy Center, where she had someone design a good show.

Hawke has been waiting for the scene designed by Erica these days to find out who is behind Bella.

Bella Sain was temporarily detained there due to mental problems. LAPD temporarily refused bail on the grounds that it may endanger himself and public safety and must conduct a mental assessment.

Tonight, two medical experts in this area will conduct a mental assessment of Bella Sain.

By the time Hawke came out of the company, Erica's Mercedes-Benz G was already waiting at the entrance of the office building.

Hawke went out and got into the car and asked, "Can I watch it on the spot?"

Erica drove into Pacific Coast Avenue and said, "The parties involved or the lawyers of the parties involved are supervising and watching. I have completed all the procedures for you."

"Bryan is going too?" Hawke was a little worried: "He, the leader of the Curse Sect, had a crow's mouth. I'm worried that he would say something there, and patients in the entire mental therapy center would riot."

Erica said, “Bryan is your lawyer and I called him.”

Hawke asked, "Did you bring your spear?"

Erica pointed to the back: "The gun bag is on the back seat."

Just in case, Hawke went to get the gun bag over: "It's better to bring it with you after getting off the car later."

Erica thought of the blessings sent by Brian, the bastard, and felt that carrying a spear was safer.

Hawke opened the gun bag and it contained a tactical vest, an AR-15, a shotgun, and a magazine and a belt.

He checked one by one and made sure it could be used if it was taken out.

The car drove for more than forty minutes and finally stopped in front of an old building that pulled up the power grid.

The power grid was pulled up from the tall wall, and the sentry tower was erected near the sturdy iron gate. All the guards were armed with guns and live ammunition. The uniforms were obviously not part of the LAPD organization.

Hawke looked a little bit: "Their uniforms look a little weird."

Erica parked her car in the parking lot in front of the door and replied: "Originally, this place is under the management of the Los Angeles City Hall, but the number of criminals...there are increasing numbers of criminals suffering from mental illness. According to the law, these people cannot be with the Ordinary prisoners were locked up together and could only be detained here, resulting in an increase in spending every year. The city hall simply outsourced the St. Mary's Physical Therapy Center to a private agency."

Hawke has an impression of this: “Many prisons are outsourced too.”

"Yes, some prisons in California have also been outsourced." Erica said simply: "On the one hand, the number of people committing crimes is increasing, the expenses are getting bigger, and the finances are tight. On the other hand, many states, including California, rarely sentence death sentences, etc. , It is difficult to execute after the sentence, and the number of severely sentenced prisoners is also increasing. According to regulations, these severely sentenced prisoners need to be detained separately, which costs more. "

Hawke asked, "What good show did you design? You never want to say it."

"An accident, a small surprise." Erica has been busy with this matter these days: "A scene that will make Bella Sain speak."

Several cars drove over one after another, and several LAPDs, including Julian, got out.

One of them was on the Mercedes-Benz and got off the mouth of Brian Crow.

Hawk and Erica got out of the car, Erica carried a gun bag, followed Hawk and Brian, and walked towards the door together.

Everyone showed their ID, and the vice president here Nathan put the group into the door.

Julian was equipped with a gun.

Erica showed her police officer's certificate, and the people here looked at the gun in their bag and said nothing.

Nathan asked someone to lead the way, and he came to Erica and whispered a few words.

Erica nodded: "Don't use real prisoners."

"No." Nathan smiled: "They stay here all year round, guarding those mental illnesses every day, knowing how to act."

Erica lowered her voice: "It's done, and someone will send you the rest."

Hawke heard it, but Erica arranged it and he didn't ask much.

Everyone turned into a corridor and walked towards the hospital area. Every time there is an iron gate.

The strictness of its guard reminds Hawke of the Terminator 2 that he has watched.

The mental hospital where Sarah Conner is located is nothing more than that.

Erica had a very tacit understanding with him, and seemed to guess what Hawk was thinking, and whispered: "Some of the shots of "Terminator 2" were shot here."

Brian automatically answered: "Why did I feel like I've transferred from a horror movie to a science fiction movie after listening to you."

Hearing that it was a horror and science fiction film, Hawke solemnly warned: "Don't talk about anything messy."

Brian protested: "I just said it's a bit like a horror movie..."

"You can shut up." Hawke said very seriously. "From now on, you just need to wear glasses and forget about your mouth."

Brian understood what Hawke meant, how could he shut up: "You two bastards, don't be wronged."

He opened his mouth and was about to use his big move: "The guards here are so tight, how could something happen if something unexpected happens..."

Before he finished speaking, Brian felt something **** his waist and quickly shut up.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

He looked down and found it was Hawk's finger and breathed a sigh of relief.

The group came to the evaluation room and entered the adjacent observation room. The two houses were separated by one-way glass, and the every move of the evaluation room could be seen from the observation room.

Two professionals who evaluate Bella Sain's mental state are on the way.

Brian pointed to his mouth.

Hawke reminded, “Speak serious.”

Bryan whispered: "If there is no problem with the assessment mentality, Bella Sain can be released on bail, but will be restricted from activities and cannot leave Los Angeles. I am sure to make her false accusation and frame-up sentence A sentence of more than one year."

Hawke frowned: "Is it only a year?"

"She is a woman." Brian didn't have a good idea: "Women are prone to gain sympathy and are treated preferentially, and the same is true in court."

Hawke looked at the others, his voice lowered: “Women’s Prison or St. Mary’s Physical Therapy Center, which is more suitable?”

"A normal person stays here for a long time, mental problems will occur, and some are still very serious," Brian said.

Hawke's compassion, never to his enemies, said, "Then find a way to let her stay here for a longer time."

...

Hospitalization area, criminal detention area.

It was getting dark and the lights had not yet turned on. Bella Sain, who had lived here for several days, was extremely nervous.

She hasn't had a good night's sleep since she arrived here.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound from the walls that separated each room.

The **** next door is using his nails to wipe the concrete wall again.

This sound is not loud, but it makes people's hair stand up and it's unbearable.

Dang! Dang-

In the other room next door, he started to hit the iron fence gate with his head. His impact was very rhythmic and not very strong. It would not hurt himself, but also make the sound very far.

With the sound of nails on the other side of the wall, it looks like one is beating a drum and the other is playing a violin.

Still the most unpleasant one.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the iron door opposite.

Only then did Bella realize that a new resident had arrived opposite her.

The man hooked her up through two iron gates and corridors.

Bella wanted to communicate with normal people, so she walked over step by step and found that the person opposite was very clean and dressed neatly, very much like a normal person.

The man asked, "Beauty, how could you be locked up here?"

Seeing that he was speaking normally, Bella said, "LAPD said I was mentally abnormal and had a serious tendency to self-harm..."

"Self-harm?" The man was quite curious: "Where did you cut it off?"

He suddenly turned sideways and pulled up his clothes: "Are you like me?"

Bella found that there was a huge scar on the side of the man's waist, as hideous as a centipede.

But having injuries on the body is better than having pits in the head. She asked, "Are you self-injury?"

The man laughed: "I like to eat animal offal, but the food here is too poor and I don't provide it. So I found an opportunity to get a knife and dig it out and eat it."

As soon as these words came out, Bella unconsciously stepped back.

The sound of shaved his nails became even sharper at this time. The man next door climbed to the front door and was scraping the iron gate fence, and said, "I watched you be taken away, and when you come back, you will become this bad look. ”

But the man said, "What can the blind man see?"

His nails stopped and his voice sounded, "I wasn't blind before."

Bella Stanford graduated and worked in Silicon Valley. She is a senior white-collar worker. If she hadn't been taken by someone, she wouldn't have come to Los Angeles at all.

Over the past few days, she found that reality is completely different from what she imagined, and this kind of place is not something that people can treat at all.

The sound suddenly stopped at this time, and footsteps came, and several guards came to the door with two strong female nurses.

They opened the door, handcuffed Bella, carried her out, and quickly entered the assessment room.

The female nurse locked Bella into an iron chair and locked it.

(End of this chapter)