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At night, on a road in the 77th block, Adam was walking aimlessly in plain clothes. This was his habit. Whenever there was something unclear in the case, doing so would make his mind clear.

"Do you want to experience the pleasure brought to you by strange women?"

Adam, who was thinking about the case, heard a voice. When he recovered from his thoughts, he saw a supermarket 7-11. At the door of the supermarket was a homeless man with long hair and beard, and a woman and a black man stood beside him.

Adam didn't remember the woman's appearance, but he remembered the woman's lip studs, curly hair, musical notes and tattoos on her chest and a floral deep V dress and a pair of crystal shoes under her feet.

In fact, he didn't want to remember it so clearly. He just experienced obsessive-compulsive disorder that could not be cured by both psychologists, and he had controlled his brain. He couldn't remember it or not.

"You've found the wrong person."

Adam ignored the woman and walked forward a few steps away. In the distance, another blonde woman dressed like Marilyn Monroe leaned over. The woman seemed to have stared at him for a while before coming over, but Adam still did not look at her face, but remembered the white dress on the other party clearly.

"What kind of thing do you like? Don't say that you are not like this. When a man walks alone on the street, he always looks for something. Believe me, I can give you everything you need."

Adam, who was so upset about these stations--the street--the female Adam suddenly looked up and glared. At this moment, the doctor's advice appeared in his heart...

"Adam, your right hemisphere of your brain is smaller than that of a normal person, so it cannot store too many negative emotions. When the pressure is too high, you are prone to anger and irritability. Remember, activities in the inferior cortex of the brain will cause you to have evil thoughts and criminal thinking. What you have to do is force yourself to control. Adam, this is not a question of whether you can control it, it is you must control it, otherwise..."

Adam was taking a deep breath on the street, his breathing rhythm was very slow, but the expression on his face betrayed him.

"You want to play with more violent things? No problem, it's just a little bit more expensive."

The fake Marilyn Monroe, wearing a white dress, seemed not afraid of Adam's anger at all, deliberately approached him and exhaled with her lips to his ears, "I promise to bring you a taste you have never experienced before."

"For example, I put my hand on your neck a little harder?" Adam remembered the scene that he had simulated at the crime scene and on the weekend, and had a burning feeling that he wanted to put all this into action.

"I understand what you mean..."

Marilyn Monroe in white stretched out her hand and followed Adam's arm slowly with her fingertips. Finally, she grabbed his hand and walked towards the back alley. At that moment, she looked at him with a few words of seduction and sexual gazes, and she also stuck out her tongue and licked her lips deliberately around her lips.

When they avoided the street and turned into a position in the alley where no one paid attention to, the woman said, "Suffocation ==Sexual high-tide, right?"

"It seems you are a perpetrator, but we have our rules. Rule 1, I will stop when I say I will stop; Rule 2, I will start when I say I can start."

asphyxia?

sex?

Adam forced himself to throw away the unbearable thoughts in his mind and asked next to the dark, wet back alley trash can: "Speak more."

"First time?" The fake Marilyn Monroe in white explained a little impatiently: "Use the tightening device of the whole body after I suffocated - the extreme contraction of the official brings you pleasure. If you need me to perform a very painful expression, the price will be doubled. But if you have to think about it, I just use my mouth to help you - happy, and charge $100; if it really goes, it costs $200; if it is a little violent, $400; what you described, sorry, $500 per hour, no discount."

"Can I strangle your neck with my forearm behind you?"

"Or what do you think you're going to do? There's no bed here."

"Can you be talking about it in detail?"

Adam seemed to have figured out something, and what he wanted to know was more detailed.

"I'll give you a love-how is the number of sex phones? Do you think I'm just talking yellow in your ear - sex talk show to make you happy*? - off (get out)!"

When the woman stretched out her middle finger toward Adam, he did not intend to give up. Instead, he reached out and took out his wallet in his jeans pocket, opened the wallet, and pulled the money out directly from the inside.

Strangely, when the wallet appeared in front of this woman, the wild style that belonged to the street disappeared. She reached out and held Adam's wallet, and tapped the police officer's certificate in the wallet twice with her index finger and whispered: "Sir, your midnight entertainment ends here."

Adam had only the inspiration that was about to be caught in his mind. He didn't care at all after saying this, and after he glanced at the top of the corner wall, where a camera was installed.

"No, I'm not on duty now. Don't worry, it's definitely not fishing - fish - stalking - method."

"Listen, I can even..." Adam took out the money.

Buzz!

The sirens were loud, and then the footsteps sounded. Two policemen rushed into the alley and raised their pistols and shouted: "Let's go down, you are arrested for suspected illegal-sexual-trading, your behavior has been photographed, and at the same time, you have the right to hire a lawyer..."

Fake Marilyn Monroe rolled her eyes and scolded, "Idiot." Then she took out the police badge on her chest and said, "The 77th Block Branch Trap Team."

Adam said inexplicably: "Hey, that's not what I mean..."

"I know, you just want to give me some money to buy a Bible, and then read the hymns together to sublimate the soul..."

"I'm a policeman..."

"ye... our target tonight is not you, a scum who specifically uses a crowbar to knock out a prostitute - a female queen robber. However, after wasting a whole night, he only caught four prostitutes, and one of them wasted a policeman.

The two plainclothes policemen came over and handcuffed Adam, and then he was stuffed into an all-black police car with only sirens. At that time, four people were already sitting in the back seat of the police car.

“Squeeze.”

Adam was kicked in and lay directly on the lap of the other three guys.

Two policemen said to the fake Marilyn Monroe: "Don't walk into the back alley with strangers before we come back. The car can't hold it anymore. You have to send a batch back to the bureau first. Don't worry, five minutes is enough."

Fake Marilyn Monroe said boredly: "Get out of my sight."

...

Chinatown.

I slept soundly in my single apartment on weekends. The messy room and sofa were filled with random clothes, and even the coffee table was placed with a half-eat spicy chicken and half a box of rice.

He was so tired that it was a disaster to stroll around the wandering area with the sociologist all day today. The sociologist talked to him about the formation of the entire historical background and area of ​​the wandering area. He was dizzy and exhausted on weekends. It was better to let him go to the crime scene with Glass Heart like yesterday.

Bee, bee, bee.

At this moment, a light suddenly lit up in the single apartment, which was supposed to be in the dark. After the light illuminated the ceiling and half of the bed, an electronic ringtone came out.

"." After waking up on the weekend, he cursed and reached out to touch the bed several times before picking up the phone. When he used his hand to darken the screen of the phone, he couldn't stop the ringing. He barely opened his eyes and narrowed his eyes in the dazzling bright light and answered the phone: "Hey?"

"Zhou Leonova."

"Why do you have my phone number?" Zhou Zu slowly turned over from his position of lying on the bed, got up a little and leaned against the head of the bed and asked.

"I'm a policeman, and it's easy to find another policeman in the same city. If you want to waste time on this issue, I can tell you the specific method." Leonova seemed reluctant to talk to the weekend and went straight to the topic: "Your partner was caught."

partner?

I didn't understand the weekend, and I thought about it for a few seconds before I remembered that the reason why Leonova hated him so much was completely because she saw him with Adam: "Hey, listen to me..."

"What else are you talking about? You're not going to come to the 77th Block Police Department to bail him?"

"Well, if you are so cold-blooded that you are not willing to come and help if you see your partner in person, you are not willing to come and help me. I have never made this call."

"What's the charge?" Zhou Zu sighed helplessly. He didn't want to be killed by rumors when he came to Los Angeles. You must know that anyone in this circle who doesn't lend a helping hand to his partner will be rejected by others.

"It's prostitution again-prostitution!"

“It’s again??”

ps: Sorry, it's even later. The perspective problem and the relationship between the characters disrupted the already arranged fine lines, and they all came back to the beginning. In other words, the detailed lines behind were all abandoned, and the relationship between the characters was urgently reorganized. It seems that I have no sleep tonight, but I am very happy.
Chapter completed!