Two days later, after consultation between the police station and the court, the surveillance procedures were finally completed. He raised his hand in the judge's office over the weekend and sweared. In the end, the judge who often issued search warrants for the police station finally signed the document after complaining. He said: "I never thought that one day I would allow a surveillance judge......"

Yes, before this day, I never thought that I applied for surveillance procedures on the weekend, but it was not for investigating gangsters.

However, when professionals installed surveillance equipment in Erkov's car and listened to Erkov's phone, the detective who was in charge of surveillance became messy for the first time.

At 7:00 pm, Erkov naturally walked out of the elevator in the court parking lot and got on the bus more naturally. Then, a sigh came from the leisure vehicle with two parking spaces.

call.

On the weekend, I sat in the SUV, and Dylan was still sitting in the car. They were the first shift, and the route they were responsible for was half the journey from the court to the wandering area. After half the journey, the second shift would be followed by Lawrence, which means they were not only monitoring, but also tracking.

Erkov's car slowly drove out of the underground garage. The RVs on the weekend were not in a hurry to keep up. They had Erkov's positioning system, so there was no need to rush for a moment. Even if it was a full street from Erkov, it didn't matter, it didn't matter, it was just...

Buzz...

When the RV started, a voice came from the monitoring equipment: "Jennifer."

Weekend immediately looked at Dylan and asked with a stare, "Who is he talking to!"

Dylan was also stupid: "I didn't see a second person getting in the car!"

The next second, I quickly opened my phone on the weekend. His phone stored Erkov's personal information. The spouse's name was written in the column, but there was a bracket behind this column, which marked the word "divorce".

He is... calling his wife's name?

In a car with only him, call his wife's name??

What's the situation?

The SV left the underground garage and followed the route of Erkov's car. Then another voice appeared in the monitoring equipment: "Your request is too much. Not all policemen in this world are bad people. Jessica's affairs are just an example, and I will not agree to any request."

I felt a little chill on the weekend. He was unwilling to imagine the content of the conversation, and even more unwilling to think that the driver actually communicated with the empty air in a conversational tone when there was only one person in a car.

"It's much better. Jennifer, as long as you never mention that matter, we will slowly forget our sorrow. Yes, we can have another child, imagine. If there is a little angel in our lives, that is God's gift."

Next, the car fell silent.

At that time, after looking back at Dylan on the weekend, Dylan looked at him in the reversing mirror and said, "Boss, can you turn off the sound? You can go back alone and listen slowly? To be honest, I am no longer interested in monitoring Erkov at all."

He didn't say anything on the weekend and looked ahead along the car window. He didn't know what kind of world he would touch, but after this world shocked him, he really wanted to reach in and take out all the things inside himself, because he had never encountered Erkov's situation.

It is obvious that Erkov is not a split personality. He cannot split a person who exists in reality from his personality, not to mention that this person is not dead and does not cause irreversible harm to him.

So, what is going on?

Is it Erkov's fantasy? For example, in "Bloodthirsty Forensic", Dexter has always fantasized that his father is communicating with him... Or in the domestic movie "Detective". Andy Lau has always fantasized that his wife is still by his side?

Why does this fantasy exist? What is its purpose?

It can't be explained on the weekend, and his research on psychology has not yet reached this point.

Along the way, I kept thinking about these questions on weekends, slowly. They were getting closer and closer to Erkov's home, and at this moment...

"Close the door."

The voice of speech appeared again, at that time, I could see the door of the Erkov family open from the window of the SV on the weekend, and then: "I told you to close the door."

bump.

The door was closed, because the RV was in the opposite direction of the door. I didn't see Erkov's hand stretching out when he closed the door on the weekend.

"What do you want to eat at night?"

From the surface, Erkov seemed to really think that Jennifer existed, otherwise, how could he let this guy who didn't exist close the door? How could he ask her what to eat?

Shhh…

The whistle sounded, and then I remembered to switch the monitoring system to the monitoring screen. When the switch was completed, I saw Erkov, who was frying steaks in the kitchen on my laptop, and I also saw two red wine glasses on the table where he had talked to Erkov.

All of this made the weekend think that Erkov really imagined ‘Jennifer’ in the fantasy world, but after the steak was fryed, the content on the picture changed.

Two steaks were placed on the table, Erkov opened a red wine, and he poured some of them into both glasses. This was the most shocking moment. He raised his glass, smiled and raised his glass in another surveillance screen, and joked with interest: "Aren't you going to toast me, Jennifer?"

Time stopped at this time. What was still was Erkov's movements were not expressions. His smiling expression began to slowly become rigid. After a while, the rigid expression changed from smiling to seriousness in the process of restraint...

bump.

Erkov suddenly slapped the dining table and shouted angrily: "Rise the wine glass!"

There was no one across from him, how could he lift the wine glass?

But the angry expression on Erkov's face could not be faked: "If you don't lift the wine glass, don't plan to eat."

He lowered his head, stared at his eyes and gathered his eyes, then he put the wine glass heavily on the table. After a "empty" sound, he freed up his hands and placed them on the inside of the table. He suddenly stood up and moved them outwards!

Bang!

Crackling.

The dining plate, wine glass, red wine bottle, knife and fork fell to the ground one after another, and a pile of wine and debris were scattered on the ground. Then the person in Erkov sat back on the chair and cried out of control: "I know you are not there, I know you are not there!"

"I'm the only one left in this house, I'm the only one!"

He knows everything... just to comfort his empty heart through imagination in his fantasy.

Looking at Erkov, I understood the pain of a father who had a broken family due to the black policeman on the weekend. He should have had a daughter. If the girl was alive, maybe there would be more son-in-law and grandson in their family at Christmas, but what should have appeared was ruined by the black policeman.

"ah!!!"

Erkov was lying on the dining table and wailing. The crying sound that no one could stop came out along the laptop. Its voice was hoarse as if someone was tearing your bearing power with his own hands, eager to tear it apart.

"I'll go, I'll go smoke a cigarette."
Chapter completed!