James had a terrible day today. Fatigue was already tied to this job. James had nothing to complain about. But at this time, James didn't feel that he deserved the pain of being pressed by a psychiatrist!
Remember, this was arranged by Anthony to force him to behave.
"I don't want to talk about anything you mentioned!" James' eyes were not on Amelia, but on the pen that Amelia was holding and writing something! It's a pity that James is not good enough to read the content through the strokes of the pen barrel. Especially when Emilia can take precautions.
"Then we won't have anything to talk about." Emilia turned the page again, obviously on purpose, creating the impression that 'I wrote a lot of things that you definitely don't want me to write down, but not only did I write it, I didn't Will let you see what it's like, well, a psychiatrist.
"What did you have for lunch? Is that all you want to talk about? Sorry, I don't want to."
James suddenly felt hungry and subconsciously touched his stomach. That's right, at noon when Zach was still at the police station, James was not in the mood to eat the police-only work meal even Zach, the guy who was handcuffed into the police station, was given a portion!
Amelia frowned. It was her responsibility to observe the patient. James' little movements would not escape her eyes. "You didn't eat." This sentence was a statement.
James nodded instinctively.
Amelia shook her head, walked to the desk again, brought a bowl of rainbow gummy candies and placed it in front of James. This was originally something for the patients to relax, "The police who need to remain impartial actually let themselves go hungry. This kind of thing is really stupid." Emilia was very rude, "Don't you all have common sense? Most of the small-scale security conflicts in society are caused by emotional instability. Low blood sugar is one of the causes of emotional instability. Huh. How can you make Barton 'civilians' trust their protector!"
James glanced at Amelia, frowned, but still reached out to touch a handful of candy and stuffed it into his mouth, "Is this your specialty? I'm hungry. So it's a crime."
"Yes, do you have any objection?" Emilia looked down at James, "I may not be able to shoot or fight, but I have a degree in criminal psychology." Emilia pointed at the wall A suspended certificate, "Do you want me to teach you a lesson, Detective."
James wanted to refute, but the reality was so speechless. Have you ever seen or heard of complaints about people waiting for their food to be served in restaurants; people queuing up outside fast food restaurants until they fight each other; have you heard about vehicles fighting for the lane at the takeout window and being rear-ended? This is evidence of reality.
Criminal psychology studies not only those chilling serial murder cases, but also such refreshing ones...
There was a reason why James was forced to go to Amelia for psychological treatment. Amelia's profession at least partially overlapped with that of the police.
Wait, professional? James stopped chewing the jellybean.
"Hmph." Amelia looked at James and sneered, "Are you ready for class? Do you want me to give you a new notebook to take notes, detective."
Emilia, who can be considered to have some overlapping expertise, was assigned to provide psychological treatment for the police. It is an effort by official agencies to change the police's inherent stereotypes about psychologists.
But the fact seems that it has not changed. The two groups still have bad relations and even... despise each other.
James frowned and glanced at Amelia, "Okay, give me a piece of paper and a pen."
Emilia was a little surprised. He twitched the corner of his mouth, casually tore off a crooked piece of blank paper from his notebook, randomly picked up a pen, and threw it to James. Really in class? Amelia didn't think so, and she wouldn't waste her time teaching the police a lesson. She wanted to know what James was up to.
James didn't mind. He held the pen, thought about the words, looked at Amelia seriously, and said, "Do you want to hear me talk about the case? Okay, I'll tell you."
Amelia pursed her lips, stared at James' seriousness, and waved her hand, "Please."
James thought for a while again and began to say, "One early morning, I was watching." James twitched the corner of his mouth, "Stalking means..."
"I'm not stupid, I know what stalking is." Emilia rolled her eyes, she felt the direction, "Detective, are you really consulting? I am a doctor and you are a patient. I am not your consultant. "
James twitched his lips, "Do you want to charge?"
Amelia didn't want to talk anymore. The relationship between doctor and patient had been proven to only lead to a waste of three hours in silence. She waved her hand, signaling James to continue.
"At three or four o'clock in the morning, there are still drunk people on the road occasionally, um, acting on the dark streets." James continued, "This place is a bit special. There are many bars, but they are not well managed..."
"Are you talking about the southeast?"
James frowned. There was no explanation for this. It didn't describe the geographical environment, and it was impossible to lay out the scene correctly. The description was too obvious - Bechi's neon lights shine all night long, and it can only be in the southeast. James could only nod.
"Not long ago..." James waved his hand, "Two days ago, a murder just happened in the southeast of this place... so it's not safe there."
Emilia looked thoughtful, "I didn't see anything happening in the southeast two days ago on the news."
James didn't want to answer this question and deliberately ignored it. Everyone should understand the reason.
"The people who live in the Southeast are not just..." James thought about his choice of words, "the social diaspora."
Emilia nodded, indicating to continue. This means that in addition to the ungrateful gang members, there are still ordinary citizens living there.
"So, when I see an ordinary person walking on a street like this in the early hours of the morning, I have an obligation to tell him that the neighborhood is dangerous..."
James was interrupted, shaking his head with contempt, "Why do you distinguish between 'social outcasts' and ordinary people, detective?"
Please read this sentence together with what Amelia said, if there is no murder case in the southeast on the news.
We can only distinguish based on inherent prejudices, right? This should be the sensitivity of the psychology profession. Is stereotyping a disease? No, but a psychological issue.
James clenched the pen in his hand, "Do you still want me to continue talking!"
The fact is that James will express his disappointment with the police department in front of Zach, but he still can't do it in front of Amelia.
Emilia waved her hand and said, "Say."
"This man is about the same age as me, wearing pajamas, and covered with cartoon patterns that I knew when I was a child." James explained, "You should also have experienced that era, and you will be a robot hero who can turn into a car. You want to ask me why I distinguish between ordinary people, that's why, even if I see someone dressed like this, I want to go up and beat him! Are you satisfied?"
Emilia twitched the corner of her mouth and said unceremoniously, "This shows that when you were a child, you placed your hope on impossible imaginary characters to save yourself, which is a shadow. When you grow up, you reject the hope you once had and want to get rid of the past, so you think like this."
"Whatever you say." James didn't want to delve deeper into the topic, "You didn't hear the point of what I said. He is about the same age as me, and his pajamas are the popular patterns for children of the previous era."
"What on earth are you asking?" Emilia was also a little impatient. Didn't she say it herself? She couldn't shoot or fight, but she had a certain professional degree. Treatment now becomes being consulted, and of course there will be impatience.
"Since I want to tell him that it's not safe outside, I need to talk to him and dissuade him. Do you agree?!" James continued angrily. "But there are obviously... problems with this person's words and actions!"
James looked at Amelia and suddenly whispered to himself, "He should be here, not me."
James sighed and shook his head helplessly, "In short, he doesn't look like an adult, he is very childish. What is this? How do you call such a person?" The pen under his hand has already touched the crooked paper, James Shi is preparing to write down the name given by Emilia.
Emilia looked at James, "Is he a suspect?" Emilia still looked at her with disdain, "I will not use my expertise to satisfy you casually slandering strangers and ordinary people on the street. Thought."
James frowned, how to answer
James clenched his fist and said, "Yes! A major suspect!"
Amelia thought for a while, stood up, and walked to the filing cabinet next to the office, "Be more specific."
This was the last resort. In order to open up James' psychological defense, Amelia decided to wrap her offense in sugar-coating.
Emilia opened the file cabinet, "There was a fire in the nursing home in the South District, and the patients were temporarily transferred. Many patients' information was scattered to various psychotherapy clinics to facilitate diagnosis and examination." Emilia glanced at James Shi, "I guess you missed the identity of this person, and now you want to find him but you don't know where to find him, right?"
James nodded.
Amelia nodded, "You have to be more specific. All I can do is double-check whether there are similar patient information. Of course, I can't give you the documents. If you want to see it, get a search warrant." Come."
James's face instantly became ugly and ferocious.
search warrant. Now that the above has given clear instructions to let this case go, where can he go to get a search warrant! (..)