"Bang."

Burgess lowered his glass heavily.

She exhaled and licked her lips, which had become more rosy.

"Why don't you drink it?"

Stimulated by the alcohol, Burgess let go a lot and spread his hands out to Ethan.

"Cheers."

Ethan laughed and drank the whiskey, then picked up a cashew nut from the small basket next to him and threw it into his mouth:

"Come on, tell me all your troubles."

It's not really about getting drunk tonight, like Burgess at this time, the most important thing is to find someone to talk to.

And it's best to talk to her peers to better understand her current psychological condition.

Killing someone is no small thing, although she did the right thing.

People with poor psychological quality may never be able to pick up a gun again in the future.

Ethan is still quite optimistic about Burgess and doesn't want such a thing to happen to her, of course, the other party is not so vulnerable.

"I don't know what's going on."

Burgess picked up the beer glass again: "The picture of today's shooting has been circulating in my head. ”

She took a big sip of beer, squeezed her hands and said:

"How to say it, even the first shot hit the man's ribs, and I remember clearly where the blood spilled."

"It's not a bad thing."

Ethan chewed the cashew nut slowly, "At least you know to be more accurate next time." ”

After making a joke, he smiled again and said:

"Don't take this to heart, think of the Rosemont cop who was killed today."

"You avenged his family."

Rather than just doing her own work or something like that, Ethan felt that it would be more appropriate to give her some realistic encouragement.

Picked up the beer mug and touched it with her: "The policeman's family will thank you very much." ”

"Perhaps."

Burgess regained some vitality and smiled a little:

"Maybe I'm hoping to be a cop who doesn't fire a shot for the rest of my career, and that's good."

"Then you should report and apply for a transfer to the North District." Ethan laughed:

"Life in the South End isn't for you."

"You can't say that, you haven't worked in the patrol team, you don't know." Burgess shook his head:

"There are still a lot of patrol officers who haven't fired a gun yet, and I know a few of them."

"Isn't your target BFIPU?" Ethan took a sip of beer.

"Yes, that's right."

At the mention of this, Burgess's eyes immediately lit up: "Don't look at me as a woman, but I've always longed for that kind of field life." ”

"In my opinion, that's the police, the real one."

"Shh

Seeing her excited look, Ethan motioned for her to whisper: "If your words are heard by others, you don't want to work in the patrol." ”

Burgess stuck out his tongue and quickly explained:

"I also enjoy what I do, but that's not my goal."

"In that case, I think today is actually a good thing." Ethan made a gesture to shoot:

"In BFIPU, this kind of thing happens a lot."

"If you can't pass this level, you'll be farther and farther away from your goal."

"I know." Burgess raised his eyebrows and looked at it with curiosity:

"And what about you, what's your trick?"

"You've only been here for a few months, but you're already one of the best in the game in terms of kills, how did you ease that feeling?"

After thinking for a moment, Ethan shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Maybe you don't believe it, I'm used to it."

"No matter what happens, you can quickly forget about it and never think about it again."

"So you're just hiding your feelings?" Burgess asked, "Old-school tough guy style?" ”

"The cowboy in a western movie only sweats and bleeds."

"Never cry?"

Put down the empty glass and wave the bartender to continue.

He was playing with the glass, but Burgess was still looking at himself very seriously.

Helpless, Ethan shook his head:

"I don't know, I just didn't think about it."

"The world is full of filth, I just think of myself as a cleaner and try to make it as clean as possible."

Burgess tilted his head to look at him and whispered:

"Have you ever thought that in the process of cleaning, you will also become unclean."

"Nothing is perfect." Ethan concludes with a single sentence.

The two chatted slowly, and Burgess's mood improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Half an hour later, looking at her flushed cheeks, Ethan interrupted the drinking session.

"Let's go, it's time for you to go back and rest."

Ethan put on his coat: "I don't want to wait for you to be caught by the patrol police for drunk driving." ”

"Tell you about the benefits of being a patrolman." Burgess stretched and stood up, "I haven't been checked by my own people." ”

Under the white T-shirt, a section of the waist is exposed.

With her body turning, she put on a black coat again, a simple black and white combination, but revealing a sense of beauty.

I don't know what's going on, but Burgess specially changed into a set of clothes of this color tonight.

Seeing Ethan's intent, she felt a secret refreshment.

"Let's go, Mr. Morgan."

Burgess put his hands in his pockets, looked up and walked outside, and his whole person was full of vitality again.

Passing by Rusek's table, there were a few more people at his small table.

From time to time, there was a burst of laughter.

Seeing that they were having a good time, Ethan nodded to him and didn't bother anymore.

Walk out of the bar and drop people off where they parked.

"Toot toot."

Pressing the key fob, Burgess turned around: "Thank you, I was very happy tonight." ”

The night breeze blew, messing up her long hair.

"You're welcome, drive slowly." Ethan with his hands in his pockets:

"If you have something in the future, you might as well talk to me, don't worry, I'm not a psychiatrist, and I don't charge anything."

Burgess smiled, his lips red and his teeth white.

She looked at the man standing in front of her, her heart was flustered, and she hurriedly brushed the hair on her face.

"I'm sorry." Ethan raised his hand to signal:

"It's still a bit of a mess here."

Seeing her fiddling around, Ethan simply got his hands on it, his fingertips brushing his fingertips over Burgess's cheek, and tucking his long brown hair behind his ears.

The two were closer, and Burgess's eyes blinked.

She jerked her hands up and grabbed Ethan by the collar.

Stand on tiptoe and lean in with your eyes closed.

Ethan was stunned for a moment, immediately put his arms around her waist, and responded unceremoniously.

lip to tooth to mouth, staged a good show of you chasing me.

Burgess, breathing heavily, his head in disarray, was led to a nearby door, snow falling from the roof.

"Wait a minute."

I don't know how long it has been, so she hurriedly dodged back.

"What's wrong?" Ethan reluctantly left her delicate lips: "You have a boyfriend?" ”

"No, what are you talking about?"

Burgess hurriedly shook his head and gasped: "Of course not." ”

"I'm sorry." Burgess said in a flustered tone: "You know what my goal is, I know what I want. ”

"You're a police detective, I'm a police officer."

"I don't want others to feel that I am relying on this superior woman."

"I'm really sorry."

She exhaled heavily, then pulled the car door.

"It's okay."

Ethan was a little regretful, but still respected her choice: "Maybe there will be a chance to talk about it." ”

"Of course."

Burgess hurriedly sat in the car and slammed the door shut.

A few seconds later, she was afraid that she would not be able to control her emotions, and her fingers trembled and pressed the button to start the car.

The feeling that the time just now gave her was more violent than today's shooting.

The turn signal flashed, and Ethan took a few steps back:

"Drive slower."

Burgess nodded, quickly geared up, and stepped on the accelerator.

The black mass quickly left, turned a corner, and disappeared around the corner.

Snowflakes fluttered, and street lamps stretched Ethan's figure.

(End of chapter)