"Private, this is my safe house usage report. There is no damage in the safe house. We will be able to leave tomorrow at the latest.

Chekov stood in the Detective Office of the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Copposs said these words with his back on his back. He had no reason to stay in the safe house, and leaving became inevitable.

Pablo sat in the office and looked up, looking at Chekov, who was wearing a black shirt, showing a heroic posture, and said, "Isn't you asking you to come here to ask you this, where to go on the weekend? The training base just called me and said that this guy had to give the form to the examiner's email tomorrow. What did he do? Even I had to lie to him, and I had to explain that the injury on his hand had not healed yet. I hope the examiner could delay the make-up exam."

"You tell the weekend that the next make-up exam will be set a week later. If I receive a similar call, no one will cover him again."

Frowning Chekov didn't say anything. He had never heard of this guy having such a casual time since he became a partner on the weekend. It was really strange that this almost programmatic case-solving machine turned into this.

At noon, the sunlight stretched in through the window little by little. At the moment when Chekov was about to say, ‘There is nothing I'm going out’, Pablo spoke again: "How are the financial conditions recently? I saw the report that you plan to be a bodyguard for rich people in your spare time and be a driver for those who have applied for protection from the police. Why?"

"For the sake of Andre."

When Chekov mentioned this name, a silly smile immediately appeared on his face, which looked a little dull: "He is about to be born, and the disasters I have caused before have made the financial conditions not very relaxed."

"How is the environment of the safe house?" Pablo asked suddenly changed the subject.

"It's very comfortable. There is a security guard downstairs and a surveillance in the parking lot. There is a supermarket if you can walk a few steps away. Although it's close to the chaotic wandering area, I've been in the Western Conference for so long that I can handle these things."

Pablo nodded: "I refuse your application to move out of the safe house, the reason is..." He thought for a while and said: "There is a tip that some Mexicans have smuggled into Los Angeles. It is not yet certain whether these people are taking revenge against you and the weekend."

"What?" Chekov replied bluntly: "Privately, I ask to participate in the investigation of this case. I cannot let anyone hurt her."

"No case! Chekov!"

Pablo sighed tiredly and said, "I mean you continue to live in a safe house and rent out your house. This will relieve your financial pressure. I don't want my people to offend those businessmen who offend gangs or some gangsters who rely on the law to use police as bodyguards. I'm fucking afraid that you will beat those guys who can't even offend me to the hospital after being angry. Do you understand?"

Pablo felt that it was even more difficult to communicate with the bear when he was away on the weekend, although this guy is still obedient now.

"Thank you, but if Matthew knew..."

"Oh my God, how could he know? Will your wife run to Matthew to complain to me for personal gain in order to help his husband solve the economic crisis?"

"That……"

"Shut up that damn mouth! Why do you become a foal after having a child!!"

In fact, Chekov is not as bad as Pablo said. On the contrary, this Russian brown bear has never taken advantage of the government in his life. He is a guy who will rush straight and not turn around no matter what happens. This is like his files that are unlikely to be promoted. As long as these files are recorded before using the No. 1 SS relationship of the police station before recording, they may look much better, but he offended his most reliable backstage.

"And..." Pablo took out a business card and pushed it out along the desk and said, "This is a fitness club run by my friend. He hopes to invite you to be a coach, teach children to fight freely, teach girls to prevent wolfs, and so on. One class every week, two hours a day, and you will talk to them after you go. Remember, you are a star in the police industry like weekends, and you will never agree to it if you are less than $500. In this way, you can disassemble your annual leave. You can almost deal with it. If the annual leave is not enough, tell me in advance. If there is nothing to do, I will give you a sick leave. You can just go to the hospital for reasons such as stomachache or headache. You will get a sick leave note after a little check. You don't have to tell you how to use the police's medical insurance? A month, uh, you can earn about $2,000 more. The most shortage of money this year should be able to cope with it."

Chekov stared at the business card on the table without reaching out. Pablo looked up at him, and stretched out his hands as if surrendered, saying, "Don't ask why you help you, please, say 'thank you' now, and then take your report and business card, get out of my office."

"By the way, don't forget to call the weekend."

Chekov, who came out of Pablo's office, was full of brains. Pablo's show of kindness is a good thing, and he was very willing to make more money to relieve economic pressure. But why?

When he really couldn't figure it out, he walked from the office to the toilet, took out his cell phone and dialed the weekend's phone number: "Zhou, it's me..." When Chekov entered the toilet and found that all the partitions in the toilet were open and there was no one else, he told everything that had just happened.

"Did you agree?" asked back on the phone over the weekend.

"Pablo doesn't let me refuse at all." Chekov looked at himself in the mirror, standing there unable to understand all this.

I paused for about ten seconds on the weekend and explained: "You called me two days ago and said that you were the cracking hammer you took in the action, right?"

"That's right."

The weekend continued to explain: "Then don't worry, the guy who takes the door hammer will always be the best treatment, that is the most dangerous job. If there is a bullet coming out of the door, you will die first. Qi, this is what you deserve. It proves that Pablo has accepted that you have become a member of the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department. He is a mountain king who is very good at taking care of his subordinates. Otherwise, why do you think Pablo has never received any complaints from his subordinates in the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department for so many years? As for that job, it is kindness, Qi, you are a policeman, he is a policeman, we are all policemen. We all know what this shit-like job bears, so accept this kindness and reward something when Pablo needs help but doesn't have to pay the price of your life or lose his job."

I hung up the phone on the weekend in the psychiatric clinic next to Beverly Hills. At that time, his suit was placed on the armrest of the chair, and the gun holster under his armpit was also untied and placed on the psychologist's desk. Even his tie was loosened, and he sat there in the most relaxed posture.

Of course, Pablo understood why he did these weekends. He had tried to suppress Chekov with his official position, but the final result was that Chekov was incompatible with the entire anti-black and anti-drug koreans, forcing him to kick Chekov away. Now, Chekov has become a star of the Los Angeles Police Department. Pablo will never let him go in any case. Then he can only use another way to make you feel that you are on the same front with him by treating you well. At least Chekov can be more obedient. If Chekov can be used as an arm at the crime scene, the life safety probability of the entire anti-black and anti-drug koreans detective will be increased by at least 20 percentage points.

As for why not tell Chekov about Pablo's defence skills on the weekend... that's because there is no need at all. Isn't it good to let Chekov integrate into the police station? Why should Chekov, a normal person, beside him and tell him that everything happens in the world is a plan? Why should he manipulate other people's lives on weekends?

"Sorry, Dr. Johnson, I'm ready."

Behind the desk, Dr. Johnson in a white coat and a bow tie nodded and said in disappointment: "Zhou, you are a policeman. You know this more than me. I can't figure out why you didn't arrest Roger when the evidence is so obvious and the surveillance has recorded Roger's actions? Was it just for the woman named Charlotte? Didn't you say you have known each other for only two days, and nothing happened?"

"We have a confidentiality agreement, right?" He sat there and asked again on weekends.

"Of course, with this thing, I have a legitimate reason to reject all summons, the spirit of contract."

The weekend was silent for three minutes. During that time, there was no sound in the entire office, and Johnson did not urge him, but he felt a scene that could not be described in any horror movie.

"I have read a report that was written by Roger's adoptive father, who has been forcing those criminal psychologists who have been engaging in the past many years. When I saw that report, I thought I knew the mental state of a serial killer. However, after I experienced these myself, I realized that some things cannot be described in words."

Swish.

Dr. Johnson raised his head. He felt that his temperament had changed over the weekend. He had no tension at the beginning of visiting the doctor. He entered a state of complete relaxation. That state was indescribable, but the other party's loose sitting posture proved that he was very comfortable in such a narrative.

I sat on the chair on the weekend, with my back against the back of the chair, and my butt stretched forward to make my waist and the back of the chair for a distance. This position is ugly, but it makes people feel a lazy and comfortable: "I have killed people, two, Dr. Johnson. The report I have read told me that when I kill the first person, I will be extremely savored until I can't bear it. I haven't savored much, at least I don't think about the murder process as much as those guys enjoy... I thought so before today."

"But I found out that I was wrong. The urge to kill people again and again appeared in my mind. If I had not enjoyed all this, these thoughts shouldn't have appeared in my mind."

"A few hours ago, when I saw those pictures on the computer screen, I could clearly feel something was wrong with my heart. Can you imagine it? Doctor Johnson? The thickest part of his heart is only about two centimeters, but the darkness burst out there was like smashing a 10,000 gallon aquarium with his own hands, haha." A smile that Dr. Johnson had never seen before was revealed on the weekend. The smile was very natural, but the evil aura on his body made Doctor Johnson stare at him as if he had seen Satan.

The weekend said softly: "Other people can't understand how this feels. The feeling of being surrounded by darkness is not as cold as the Bible writes... Have you ever been to the casino? Doctor Johnson? You should have seen a bar or somewhere to play Texas Hold'em? The situation of being surrounded by darkness is very similar to those, like you took a deck of cards that you don't know whether to raise. People around you kept saying at this time, "Why don't you raise such a good card?" "Rise, you'll miss this opportunity to win money soon!"."

"You seem to be clamoring in the most tempting voice and you are about to do something that surprises you. At this moment, your emotions are completely in a state of being so stuffy that you are about to explode immediately. You cannot bear even a slight stimulation, otherwise you will become a wild horse, afraid that the grassland under your feet is not wide enough, but you are not worried that you will not run fast enough."

"This emotion is called anger."

bass!

Dr. Johnson stood up. He didn't see the anger of the weekend. The man in front of him was smiling, his hands were relaxed and his fingers were crossed on his legs, without any effort. However, he, the psychologist, felt the danger and was pressing tightly. He seemed to have seen the weekend's plan to jump down with a smile on the edge of the cliff and not cherish his life.

"Sit down, now I can still control myself, you have to believe me." On the weekend when he said this, he changed positions with Dr. Johnson. When he first stepped into this office, Dr. Johnson faced him so easily. Now, he was waving to the doctor and letting him sit down, while Johnson was very tight.

"I... of course I believe in you." Johnson sat back slowly: "You seemed to mention the Bible just now."

Seeing him not speaking over the weekend, Dr. Johnson continued to ask, “New Testament or Old Testament?”

"New Testament."

"Then you haven't seen the Old Testament?"

"No."

call……

Johnson shook his head and said, "Zhou, your situation is serious."

"I know."

"You don't know!" Johnson suddenly increased his tone and raised the volume.

"Do you know you have started to mix the divine?" Johnson said without any affection: "In this country, even the Bible in the nightstand in the hotel is a conventional version of the New Testament and the Old Testament. The Old Testament is before and the New Testament is behind. No American reads the Bible directly from the New Testament, even if he has no faith."

"Zhou, your current situation is no longer suitable for my clinic. I have a business card here, you must go to the psychiatric department."

I didn't pick up the business card that Dr. Johnson took out on the weekend and asked, "Can the psychiatrist check my problem? In addition to the stress disorder you diagnosed me."

"I'm not sure, at least from a physiological point of view, you don't have any disease, but they have more experience with patients with deeper mental illness."

"I can't go."

"Why!" Dr. Johnson asked incomprehensible.

He said without any answer over the weekend: "Don't forget our confidentiality agreement, tell me what I do, and your career will be over."
Chapter completed!