Jack told me on the phone that Johnson's place of work was on XXX Street in Manhattan, New York, which was not very far from my detective agency, and that I only walked for about half an hour to reach his traffic police station.

To be honest, Johnson's traffic police station is very magnificent, very large, and extremely richly decorated. Such traffic police stations are rare to find in China. I walked gently to the police station, and as soon as I entered, I saw more than 20 traffic policemen in blue uniforms sitting at their desks making phone calls and working. There were a few traffic policemen talking to the driver, and it seemed like each of them was busy.

I looked around, looking for Johnson.

As I was looking around, I felt a hard blow to my chest. I looked up at the man, and was immediately frightened and took several steps back.

The person who hit me looked very hideous and terrifying, she was a woman, a rather obese woman, her waist was much thicker than a bucket, and her hands were thicker than a tree, her face was full of red scars, there was a big black mole on her forehead, her eyes were big and small, she looked really scary, but what scared me the most was her facial expression at that time, her facial expression at that time was really terrifying.

I took a deep breath, calmed down, and looked at her again.

She stared at me viciously, and with a sharp voice she scolded, "Look at what you see, and then look at gouging out your eyes." ”

I'm a short-tempered person, my personality is not very good, this ugly female fat man hit someone and was so reasonable, I scolded back angrily on the spot: "Look what's wrong with you, I can see it if I want to, don't come out if I'm afraid others will see it, you yourself are so ugly and scary everywhere, grass." ”

I thought that if I scolded her with such a fierce and vulgar language, she would be very angry. Even hands-on. However, the strange thing is that she actually ran out of the traffic police station crying and hiding her face.

I couldn't believe my eyes, and I could only guess that she must have felt inferior and ashamed because of my words, and she turned around and ran.

Looking at her departing back, I shrugged my shoulders and continued to look for Johnson. Strangely, I didn't find Johnson in the crowd of people coming and going.

I couldn't help but get anxious, I walked up to a female traffic policeman in the police station office and whispered to her, "Hello officer, where is Johnson?" ”

The female officer put down her work and turned her head to look at me, she frowned and asked with a surprised look, "Who are you?" What are you looking for Johnson? ”

I smiled and said, "I'm a friend of Johnson's, and I have something very important for him." ”

She stood up in surprise when she heard that I was Johnson's friend, and looked me up and down as if she were looking at an alien.

After about two minutes, she replied coldly: "Johnson has always been a weirdo, he has recently suffered from severe delusions, he always says to himself that he has met a female ghost, that the female ghost is trying to harm him, he must be crazy." In order to prevent him from continuing to fall ill, the police station has decided to temporarily remove him from all his duties and let him go home to recuperate. ”

I frowned, pondering the female officer's words. She ostensibly said that Johnson had committed serious delusions and had been dismissed from all duties by the police department, but her look and look in her eyes told me that things were not that simple.

I guess Johnson should be dismissed not only because he said that he met a female ghost, but there must be more absurd behavior in it, so that his absurd behavior has brought great shame to the American police, otherwise the police department would never fire Johnson just because of a "ghost" word.

At that time, I asked the female police officer curiously, "Officer, can you tell me if Johnson has been acting abnormally other recently besides saying that he has met a female ghost?" ”

"Why not, Johnson, a madman, has been doing too much of it lately."

I think it would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to learn more about Johnson's unusual behavior at this time to find out that he met a female ghost.

So I hurriedly asked, "What kind of abnormal behavior has he been doing lately?" ”

The female officer sneered: "Once I brought a young woman who caused an accident to the traffic police station, and as soon as the woman sat down, Johnson immediately pointed at someone and screamed and cursed. ”

I hurriedly interjected, "What is he scolding that woman for?" ”

"The ghost knows, why did he scold people and follow him, he also ran to the woman's side and beat people, and while beating his mouth, he also said that he would kill you, the female ghost, and kill you......"

Hearing the female police officer say this, I nervously asked, "Is the woman who caused the accident wearing a long white dress, fair skin, and long, straight hair?" "The reason I ask this is because I remember Johnson's panicked way of first seeing Mieko in my office, when Mieko was wearing a long white dress, fair skin, and long, straight hair."

The female officer looked at me in amazement and asked, "Hey, how do you know?" ”

I certainly wouldn't tell her why I knew, so I immediately changed the subject and moved on to her questioning, "Officer, do you know where Mr. Johnson's home is?" ”

The female officer suddenly became a little cautious, she put her hand on her glasses, showed a pair of suspicious eyes and asked, "Aren't you a friend of Johnson?" How could he not even know the address of his home? ”

I was eager to find a floor sewing brick to go into, I stood behind her awkwardly, and kept imagining in my mind to find a suitable reason to come out, and after more than 20 seconds, I said: "Actually, Johnson and I met on the Internet, he never told me his home address, he just mentioned to me on the Internet that he worked in your police station, and I came to the police station today to find him, just to surprise him." ”

The female officer seemed to be starting to believe me again, and she picked up a file in her hand and continued to work. Maybe because she was too busy, she started to get a little impatient, and she said to me impatiently, "Johnson's madman's house is in xxx ......"

After learning Johnson's detailed address, I didn't stop for a moment and quickly walked towards Johnson's home.

Johnson lives in a far-flung suburb, and as I drove to the junction of the city and the suburbs, I spotted a sign ahead of me that read, "Construction site ahead, please take a detour." "I realized that there was a construction site next to it, and that construction was going on at the time, and that a huge factory was being built, and that the builders had sealed off the road ahead to prevent vehicles and pedestrians from going back and forth in and out of the city, leaving only a narrow and steep wall inside the site. Naturally, vehicles have to take a detour, and pedestrians on foot will have to walk along the narrow wall if they want to get ahead.

I angrily cursed, "TMD, son of a bitch's builder." ”

Scolding and scolding, finding a way to get to Johnson's house as soon as possible is the right way. I parked my car in a nearby parking lot and climbed up to the wall, where I bent down and crouched down with my head down.

It took me more than 50 minutes to get to a place that would have taken me more than 20 minutes. The builder who was only interested in his own convenience delayed me for more than thirty minutes, and for a detective like me, every minute was precious.

I scolded the eighteenth generation of the builder's ancestors, and continued to walk angrily towards Johnson's house.