Chapter 5 Again??
At night, on a street in the 77th block, Adam was walking aimlessly in civilian clothes, which was his habit, and whenever there was something unclear in the case, it would clear his mind.
"Do you want to experience the pleasure of a strange woman?"
Adam, who was pondering the facts of the case, heard a voice, and the moment he recovered from his thoughts, there was a 7-11 supermarket in front of him, and at the entrance of the supermarket sat a homeless man with long hair and a long beard, and a woman and a black man stood beside him.
Adam didn't remember much of what the woman looked like, but he did remember the woman's lip studs, curly hair, the note tattoo on her chest, and the floral deep V dress and a pair of crystal slippers underneath.
In fact, he didn't want to remember it so clearly, but he had experienced obsessive-compulsive disorder that could not be cured by two psychiatrists and had already taken control of his brain, and he couldn't remember it if he didn't want to.
"You're looking for the wrong person."
Adam ignored the woman, and just a few steps forward, another blonde woman dressed like Marilyn Monroe leaned over in the distance, and this woman seemed to have been staring at him for a moment before approaching, but Adam still didn't look at her face, but remembered the white dress on the other party's body clearly.
"What do you like? Don't say you're not this kind of person, when a man walks alone on the streets, always looking for something, believe me, I can give you everything you need. β
Adam, who was tired of these station-street-women, suddenly raised his head and glared angrily, and at this moment, the doctor's advice appeared in his heart......
"Adam, the right hemisphere of your brain is smaller than normal, so you can't store too many negative emotions, and when you are too stressed, you can easily get angry and irritable. Remember, the activity in the subcortex area of the brain can cause you to have evil thoughts and criminal thoughts, and all you have to do is force yourself to control it. Adam, it's not a question of whether you can control it, it's that you have to control it, otherwise you ......"
Adam was taking deep breaths in the street, breathing at a slow pace, but the look on his face betrayed him.
"Do you want to play with some violence? No problem, it's just, it's a little more expensive. β
The fake Marilyn Monroe, who was wearing a white dress, didn't seem to be afraid of Adam's anger at all, and deliberately leaned around him, exhaling with her lips to his ear: "I promise to bring you a taste that you have never experienced." β
"Like I put my hand on your neck a little harder?" Adam remembered the scenes that he had simulated at the scene of the crime and the weekend, and there was a feeling in his heart that he was going to put this qiΔ into action.
"I see what you mean......"
Marilyn Monroe, who was dressed in white, stretched out her hand and slowly followed Adam's arm with her fingertips, and finally took his hand and walked to the back alley, at that moment, she looked at him with a few words of seduction, seduction, and deliberately licked the tip of her tongue on her lips, a whole circle.
When they avoided the street and turned into an unnoticed spot in the alley, the woman said, "Suffocation == sex-high--tide, right?" β
"It seems that you are an abuser, but we have our rules, one rule, I say stop, stop; Rule two, I say start before you start. β
Suffocate?
Sex?
Adam forced himself to shake off the unbearable thoughts in his head and asked next to the dark, damp back alley trash can, "Say more." β
"For the first time?" The white-clothed fake Marilyn Monroe explained a little impatiently: "Use the tightness of my whole body muscles after suffocation to cause you to give you pleasure, if you need me to perform a very painful expression, the price will be doubled, but you have to think about it, I just use the mouth--help-you--cool, charge 100 dollars; Really carry out, it costs $200; $400 for a little more violence; What you described, sorry, $500 an hour without any discounts. β
"Can I put my forearm around your neck behind your back?"
"What do you think you're going to do? There are no beds here. β
"Can you be more detailed?"
Adam seemed to have figured out something, and he wanted to know more about it.
"How about I give you a erotic phone number? Do you think the old lady is a stupid person who makes you happy by saying yellow-sex talk shows in your ear? FUCK-OFF! β
When the woman's outstretched middle finger was raised at Adam, he didn't intend to give up, but reached into the pocket of his jeans and took out his wallet, opened it, and pulled the bill directly from the inside.
Strangely, when the purse appeared in front of this woman, the wild style of the street on her body disappeared, reached out and pressed Adam's purse, and at the same time tapped the police officer card in the purse twice with his index finger and whispered: "Mr. Officer, your midnight pastime will end here." β
Adam only had the inspiration in his mind that he was about to grasp, and he didn't care that the woman glanced at the top of the corner wall after saying this, and then glanced at the top of the corner wall, where a camera was installed.
"NO, I'm not on duty right now, don't worry, it's definitely not fishing-fishing-execution-law."
"Listen, I can even ......" Adam pulled out the money.
Airplanes!
Sirens sounded around them, followed by footsteps, and two policemen quickly rushed into the alley and raised their pistols at Adam and shouted: "Get down, you have been arrested on suspicion of illegal - sex - trafficking, your actions have been filmed, and in the meantime, you have the right to hire a lawyer ......"
Fake Marilyn Monroe rolled her eyes and scolded, "Idiot. Then he took out the police badge on his chest and said: "77 Block Bureau Trap Team." β
Adam said inexplicably, "Hey, that's not what I meant......"
"I know, in fact, you just want to give me some money to buy a Bible and then read hymns together for a spiritual upliftment......"
"I'm a police officer......"
βYEβ¦β¦ Our target tonight wasn't you, a scumbag who used a crowbar to knock out prostitutes-queens and robbers, but wasted a whole night and only caught four prostitutes, including a policeman who was his mother. β
The two plainclothes cops came over and handcuffed Adam, and then he was stuffed into an all-black police car with only sirens, and by that time, there were already four people in the back seat of the police car.
"Squeeze."
Adam was kicked in and landed directly on the legs of the other three guys.
The two policemen said to the fake Marilyn Monroe: "Don't go into the back alley with strangers before we come back, the car can't fit it, we have to send a batch back to the bureau first, don't worry, five minutes is enough." β
Fake Marilyn Monroe said in annoyance: "Hurry up and get out of my sight." β
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Chinatown.
On the weekend, Zhengxiang slept in his bachelor apartment, and the sofa in the messy room was littered with clothes thrown around, and even a half-eaten spicy chicken and half a box of rice were placed on the coffee table.
He was so tired, it was a disaster to walk around the wandering area all day with the sociologist, who gave him a general introduction to the entire historical background of the wandering area and the formation of the area, and the weekend of dizziness and exhaustion from all kinds of academic terms could be described as physically and mentally exhausted, it was better to let him go to the crime scene with the glass heart as he did yesterday.
Tick, tick, tick.
At this moment, a light suddenly lit up in the bachelor apartment, which was supposed to be in darkness, and behind the ceiling and half of the bed, an electronic ringtone was heard.
βSHITγβ After waking up on the weekend, he scolded the street, reached out and touched the side of the bed several times in a row before picking up the phone, and when he slid on the mobile phone screen with his hand for many times and couldn't stop the ringing, he barely opened his eyes and squinted in the dazzling bright light to connect the phone: "Hey? β
"Zhou? Leonova. β
"Why do you have my phone?" Weekend slowly turned over from the position of lying on the bed, got up a little and leaned against the head of the bed and asked.
"I'm a police officer, it's easy to find the phone number of another police officer in the same city, and if you want to waste time on this issue, I can tell you how to do it." Leonova didn't seem to be very willing to talk to the weekend and went straight to the point: "Your partner has been caught. β
Partner?
I didn't understand it for the weekend, and after thinking about it for about a few seconds, I remembered that the reason why Leonova was so disgusted with him was that she saw him with Adam: "Hey, you listen to me......"
"What else to say? You're not going to come to the 77th Block Police Department to bail him out? β
"Well, if you're so cold-blooded that you don't want to help when you see something happen to your partner, I haven't made this call."
"What charges?" Weekend sighed helplessly, he didn't want to be killed by rumors when he first came to Los Angeles, knowing that anyone in this circle who didn't lend a helping hand to his partner would be ostracized by others.
"It's prostitution again!"
"Again??"
PS: I'm sorry, it's late, the perspective problem and the relationship between the characters have disrupted the details that have been arranged, and they are all pushed to start over, that is to say, the details behind are all scrapped, and the character relationship is being reorganized urgently, and it seems that I don't have to sleep tonight, but I'm happy.