"Emilia! Hey, Emilia!" Amidst the noise of the asylum, a young man shouted to the woman who had just walked in.
Amelia turned her head. She was still holding the certificate she had just come out to show to the police for registration, and looked around confusedly. The space of the shelter was filled with dirty metal simple beds, with two or three people in tattered clothes sitting on each bed, and the air was filled with various stinks. This is really not a place that suits Emilia's identity.
Emilia finally saw the person who called her, a staff member of the shelter.
The police confirmed her identity, told her to carefully collect her personal belongings, then ignored her and continued to check on other people. Emilia walked towards the man and glanced across the crowded and messy shelter, "What's wrong?"
"Amelia! Where is Harrison?! Have you seen him?" The man was a little anxious.
Amelia frowned. This was the reason why she came here. She came to see her boyfriend. Obviously she was going to be disappointed, "No, isn't he here?"
"No! He's not here! He hasn't been here since yesterday afternoon! Do you know where he went?!"
Amelia felt confused in her heart, "Oh, he wasn't feeling very well. He was resting yesterday. I thought he was better today and came back to work."
"No! He didn't come!" The man looked excited, "Damn it!"
Emilia looked at the man in front of her and frowned, "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Two police detectives want to see him!" The man pointed in the direction of the office. "They want to say something about control, but he's not here! No one at home answers the phone!"
Amelia looked at the police at the door who were constantly checking people coming in and out, and frowned, "Is this what they call control?"
The man curled his lips and nodded.
Emilia glanced at the policeman controlling the entrance and exit of the asylum with disgust. "This is a shelter, not a prison! These people are homeless, not prisoners! They have no right to do this! Harrison will not allow it!"
The man shook his head helplessly, "Yes. Harrison won't allow it, so where is he?"
After complaining, men find it boring. What else can you do but complain? The boss is not around. What the police want to do, they have no ability to stop!
Emilia walked towards the office with anger.
This is the only homeless shelter in Barton. It was originally a warehouse built to facilitate road transportation when the city of Barton first started building skeletons. Then the city's planning became more scientific and Bache developed. All warehouses were moved north to the warehouse area around Port Massa. There are many abandoned empty warehouses next to Becky.
This was once a warehouse on the outskirts of Beqi, which was converted into a shelter. So it still retains the structure of the warehouse. There is actually only one floor. Standing in the lobby, you can see the four-story high ceiling.
Going up the stairs close to the wall, the second floor is just a platform protruding from the side wall. Amelia stepped up the stairs, walked to the office separated by laminate boards, and opened the door.
"Who gave you the right to..."
James turned his head and looked at Amelia for a moment, "Doctor? Why are you here?"
Emilia looked at the young police detective who had sat in silence with her for three hours the night before. He opened his mouth and frowned. "I have a better question, why are you here!"
Her impression of James was not good, and everyone already knew the first impression. You can imagine the three-hour treatment time.
Emilia: "First tell me about the mission you performed."
James looked at her, silent.
Emilia: "Then let's talk about your family. How do you feel as the general's son?"
James continued to look at her, silent.
Emilia: "How about we talk about Barton. This is the easternmost city in the Federation and it is also a very young city. Do you have any ideas about the city?"
silence.
"So. How are your living habits? Do you have any discomfort? Have you met any new friends? I know you have a girlfriend. Let's talk about how she is doing..."
Three hours of silence, accompanied only by the sound of raindrops.
To Emilia's disgust, silence was a common part of first therapy sessions. In addition to constantly exploring topics that could pry James' mouth open, she could not come up with any actual diagnosis, and she could no longer accuse James of not cooperating with treatment... She could only spend time with him.
James frowned and said quickly to his partner Coulson, "This is my psychotherapist, Dr. Browning."
Coulson raised his eyebrows, looked at Amelia who clearly had bad intentions, then looked at the name tag on the empty desk, and smiled, "Doctor, are you Harrison Ted?"
Emilia frowned.
Coulson shook his head and smiled, "It seems not, so what do you want?"
Amelia looked at Coulson and then at James. The two detectives had completely different body language, Coulson was comfortable, and James clearly didn't want to be there. She ignored Coulson's question, walked to the desk, and sat down like a master, "I came to see my boyfriend. Is there any problem, Detective."
"That's just right." Coulson noticed that his partner frowned and pursed his lips. He seemed to be useless. It was understandable that after James' treatment that day, he called and scolded him.
Coulson smiled, "Do you know where Harrison is now?"
Emilia tidied the things on her boyfriend's table in a familiar manner and glanced at Coulson, "Why do you ask? I don't think this kind of thing needs to be told to strangers casually."
Coulson curled his lips, "Okay doctor, you know we are not strangers, we are police detectives." He pointed at James sitting next to him with a mocking smile, "This is still your patient. You psychotherapy Isn’t it just a casual chat? Let’s just chat casually.”
The corners of Emilia's eyes twitched. Coulson's impression in her mind had reached rock bottom. He was another policeman who belittled her professionalism!
"Well." Amelia looked at Coulson, "You are detectives, and you are also my patient, so I know you are detectives from the homicide team." Her tone was really not very friendly, there were too many things. Wrapped in my heart.
In case everyone forgets. Emilia's boyfriend Harrison is a ghoul. By the way, very hungry ghoul. To add, a very hungry ghoul whose whereabouts are unknown. Finally, there are two ghouls waiting for the homicide detectives in the office.
"Am I being interrogated?" Amelia shifted her gaze from Coulson to James' face.
Coulson curled his lips and profiled the character. It's a police detective major. Unfortunately, this is also the specialty of psychiatrists, so Coulson naturally regarded this as a deliberate embarrassment caused by Amelia's bad impression of James.
Coulson smiled reluctantly and explained, "Of course not, I was just asking casually, haha." He would not think that this was Amelia's unprofessional behavior, abusing the patient's private information and creating conflicts between doctors and patients.
Coulson has never looked down upon the profession of psychiatrist. He waved. He used a casual tone, "You have also read the news. Now that the police force is tight, we have been mobilized. Now we need to talk to your boyfriend about something." Coulson gestured to the first floor outside the office. "We, the police, cannot leave these people alone, and their safety also needs to be guaranteed."
Coulson is being polite and guarantees the safety of these homeless people? It's more about preventing fugitives from being mixed into these people with confused identities! The rolling news throughout the day has put a lot of pressure on the Barton Police Department.
Emilia breathed a sigh of relief. At least now, there are no damaged bodies in the shelter...
But right away. She frowned again. Her original intention of coming up was because this kind of forced restriction made her angry, "You have no right to do this kind of thing at all, they..."
It was James who interrupted Amelia. This guy who kept his lips pursed and said nothing looked at Amelia and said, "You are not a staff member of the shelter. We don't need to explain to you."
Coulson raised an eyebrow. Glancing at his partner, if it were Coulson himself, he would never say that. Instead, he emphasized that he wanted to ensure the safety of others and gain the other person's approval. But James' directness was unexpectedly effective. Amelia choked and shut up.
The three people in the office fell silent, all expecting the same person to appear.
Amelia tidied the desk, tidied the bookcase, wiped the table, swept the floor, and got to the garbage...
The three people waiting never showed up.
James looked at Amelia, who had been ignoring their presence in the office and moving around freely, and a feeling of aggrievedness that had been 'treated' welled up. He twitched his lips and said, "Let's go, it's a waste of time here! We have more important things to do."
Coulson pouted, the control had actually been implemented, and they were here to 'notify' the person in charge of the shelter. Waiting was really a waste of time, so I followed James and handed over a business card, "If your boyfriend shows up, please ask him to notify us."
Emilia frowned and took the business card, watching the two detectives leave the office and go downstairs. Nervous again, Amelia picked up the phone in the office, dialed her boyfriend's home phone, and waited anxiously.
"I'm Harrison, I'm not here right now, please leave a message."
Amelia hung up the phone, her lips opening and closing slightly as she kept saying, "Where are you?! Don't do anything stupid! Harrison!"
Now let's think about a stomach-churning question, where does the ghoul's 'food' supply come from? Let us think about this issue objectively. When most people choose to send their dead to the incinerator and the cemetery is taken back by the city government for redevelopment, in such an era, where will the ghouls who need corpses to maintain their bodies go to find it? food'.
Amelia looked through the office window at the crowd of homeless people below.
"He won't!" She shook her head.
Everyone still doesn’t know what kind of person Harrison is, but let us believe that the Windstorms, Zach, Benjamin, and Anthony have cleaned up the city together. Please trust his girlfriend's judgment and accept the assumption that he will not kill innocent homeless people who are still alive.
"Grand!" Emilia exhaled softly. She seemed to be very sure of this judgment. "They must have lost their way to find vampires! They have the only cemetery!" (...)