Grigory took an early leave of absence - although technically he did not have mandatory work hours, he only needed to solve the cases assigned to him and go to work when the Metropolitan Police Department needed him.

As for why he left work early, it was because what happened brought back not good memories for him.

……………………

New Jersey, 1993.

Lights, music, these were the only signals that Gregory could receive.

In the next second, the figure of the underwear girl who was leaning on the steel pipe in front of him to show her graceful dancing posture was included in his consciousness.

[Strip shop? When did you come in and shop......]

"Do you like it?" The stripper seemed pleased with Gregory's misty gaze and said this.

"I ......" Grigory did not come to his senses, but only responded casually. I don't know ......."

"Don't you know, my darling?" The girl raised an eyebrow, turned around, and twisted her waist. "Look at my hips before I answer."

Grigory looked at the girl's face, as if trying to remember something. "I ......"

It was, he noticed the smell of wine in his mouth. "When did I drink alcohol? How much did you drink? ”

"The Scotch whisky you want hasn't come yet," replied the girl in a seductive tone, continuing her performance. "Don't be in a hurry, wait for the next brew to be the most delicious."

"That means I had drunk before I came," said Gregory, glancing at his watch. "Eight-fifty...... I remember the last moment when I was still at work, and there was at least three hours and fifty minutes of memory gap...... Hey, you say five words. ”

"What do you mean?" The girl raised her eyebrows.

"What do you mean," said Gregory, dissatisfied. "Being able to say five completely random words is one of the criteria for diagnosing memory impairment, so I'll ask you to help me."

"Are you alright?" The girl asked curiously.

"Try and find out," Gregory urged. "Hurry up, just say five words."

"Banknotes, wonderland, hotels, condoms, dream moments~" After thinking about it, the girl gently spit out these words (group)

"Money, Wonderland......" Grigory tried to recall the words, only to find his brain in disarray. Well, either I'm getting high, or I'm having a memory......"

Words stopped when his hand on his head touched something wet.

"Oh baby, what is this," the girl was also taken aback. "Whose glass did you hit?"

"It's ...... Can you see any wounds on my head? Gregory stared at the blood at the end of his fingers. If there's no wound, it's someone else—"

"There are several wounds, baby," the girl looked a little nervous. "Are you okay? Doesn't look good! ”

"It was probably retrograde amnesia caused by a concussion," Gregory immediately began to search his belongings, only to find that the keys and wallet were gone. "I may have been beaten with a stick or something by someone who was looted."

"No, at least you came in and gave me $20," the girl laughed, rejecting Gregory's speculation. "I think I should take you to the hospital, I just heard them say that there was a car accident outside, a bus overturned, you can't just get out of it like nothing and come to us, right? But since you can still think about it, I don't think it's a big problem. ”

"Take me to Princeton Model Hospital, where I need to be treated." Grigory shook his head. "And I just ...... Remembered a certain feeling. ”

"The feeling of seeing some kind of terrible medical condition, that the crash of a car accident may not even be the most serious problem, but that someone in that car is going to die."

……

"Why should you care about this?" Gregory's friend and colleague asked, looking at Grigory, who was being stitched up by a paramedic for his wound. "You've been involved in a car accident, you've had a concussion, and all you need now is rest!"

"Come on, Wilson," Gregory said he wasn't very concerned about his injury. "Seriously, why are you here now? I'm afraid that guy in your family will come to my department to disgust me when he goes to work tomorrow. ”

"Amber probably went out to buy something, so I didn't see her when I got home, and then I heard that something happened to you and came to see how you were doing." Wilson frowned. "Do you want me to take you home and get some good sleep?"

"You can wait for this," said Grigory, waving his hand. "I must have seen something bad, and it happened to be a car accident at this time, don't you think it's a bit too coincidental?"

"Asker (Gregory's surname), what do you mean by that?" Wilson frowned.

"Is the driver still here?" Grigory asked, after confirming that the paramedics had stitched up his wounds. "If the person who showed symptoms was the driver, and his onset caused the accident......

"Not all patients are sent to us, but I think I can help you find out if you're wearing a doctor's uniform," Wilson nodded. "Give me a moment."

Three minutes later, Grigory arrived at the driver, who was attending to the same emergency room.

"What's wrong with your body?" Grigory asked, looking at the driver. "Anomalies or something."

"As you can see, I'm covered in wounds all over my body," the driver was lying in a hospital bed, without a good airway. "Is there anything else that's not out of the ordinary?"

"Look, at least your mouth is normal," Grigory glared at him. "And I'm obviously talking about whether there was anything unusual before the crash, like a seizure or something? If you have a seizure, it may affect your driving."

"No, I don't have a history of epilepsy," the driver shook his head. "It's just that the garbage truck violated traffic regulations and suddenly crashed into it, otherwise it would never have been an accident."

"Don't go too far, it's likely that you had a preset of epilepsy in your body, and I discovered the abnormality," Grigory said, turning his gaze to Wilson. "Let him stay in the hospital for observation and carefully check his body, anyway, he has medical insurance, doesn't he?"

"Are you sure he had any symptoms that you noticed before the crash?" Wilson reminded. "While I don't think he would mind getting some check-ups, are you really going to stop him immediately after you notice something unusual about his limbs?"

"......" Grigory was silent, but in the end he could only agree with Wilson's idea. Well, anyway......"

"Wait a minute," said the driver, who interrupted their conversation. "My legs ...... I can't seem to move! ”

"Hmm," Gregory frowned, then looked at Wilson with a somewhat exaggerated facial expression. "I think he's going to need to take some scrutiny seriously, don't you think?"