Chapter 61 Monica

"No. 25, Cologne Street? What are you going here for?" Kino took the note and asked in confusion.

"You'll know once you go there."

York said calmly: "Stop talking so much nonsense."

"Yes! Sir!"

Kino did what he had to do before setting off. He entered the address on the map obediently, then picked up the intercom connected to the radio station and called.

"Calling Dispatch, 10-A-11, start patrol."

The unique female voice in the dispatch center suddenly rang out in the car: "Got it!"

After hearing the answer, Kino put down the walkie-talkie, started pushing the lever and stepping on the accelerator, following the route shown on the map, and drove towards 25th Street in Columbus.

"In fact, I was wondering what the person sitting in the dispatch center looked like."

Driving in the lane and merging into the traffic, Jino asked curiously, "Have you seen it, sir?"

York, who was lying comfortably in his seat, looked out the window, alert to any possible emergencies, and answered calmly.

"They are no different from us, they are all working people. Are you curious about why their voices are so stable?"

Jino nodded: "Yeah."

"Once you've been doing this job for a few years, you'll be able to be stable and won't make many mistakes," York said.

"Just like you, you can now operate it on your own in just a few days."

"Are you praising me, sir?" Kino controlled the steering wheel, following the traffic in front and driving through the traffic light that had just turned green.

"No, I'm saying that habit is a terrible thing." York said calmly.

"Drive carefully, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Yes! Sir!"
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With an accurate map, Keno quickly drove to his destination.

25 Cologne Street.

York has been sitting in the co-pilot seat, observing the situation and environment here.

The streets here are full of single-family apartment buildings.

There are very few pedestrians, and everyone is in a hurry, but the environment is good and the peaceful atmosphere is quite suitable for living.

Although there are fewer daily shops around, there are still enough, and although small, it has everything.

What York didn't understand was how little Gusta knew this girl who could tell him these things.

After all, there is still some distance between this place and Gusta’s shop. It can be said that if there is no coincidence, it is impossible for the two to meet.

You have to know that for a girl to seek help from a man, or even confide in him, there needs to be a certain relationship between them. Otherwise, a stranger will not care about you and will only tell you to call the police.

Extending from this point, it is obvious that the girl should have called the police, but because she did not see anyone and had no evidence, the police judged that the girl was hallucinating and had some persecution delusion.

It eventually turned out like this: Little Gersta asked him for help.

Thinking of little Gusta's expression, as the car slowly stopped, York's gaze stopped at the detached apartment building opposite the car window.

The single-family apartment buildings here are very different from the one where Tifa lives.

In addition to the need to punch in at the entrance of Tifa, there are security guards at the entrance, and strangers must register before entering. Although it seems useless, most of the malicious criminals will directly give up some ideas when they see this specification, such as the idea of ​​robbing and killing.

"We're here, sir. What are you planning to do here?" Kino stopped the car, took a look and asked.

York ignored Gino, opened the car door and got out, looked up at the detached apartment building in front of him, and glanced at the surrounding environment.

It is indeed difficult to stop some perverts just by using access control.

Thinking of this, York took out the note, then took out his mobile phone, entered the number on the phone, and pressed the dial icon.

Seeing this, Kino, who also got off the car, shut up and waited.

The call notification rang in his ears, and York counted silently in his heart. In just two seconds, the call was connected.

"Who?"

Yorks could tell from the hoarse voice on the phone that it sounded extremely tired. He twitched his eyebrows a few times and then spoke calmly after knowing what was going on.

"Hello, is this Ms. Monica? My name is York Sheffield, and I'm from the West Canyon Police Department."

Before York could roughly explain his identity and little Gusta, he was interrupted by the other side.

"Is that Officer York? I know you! Dylan told me about you!"

Ms. Monica's voice was quite excited, and more powerful than her weak voice before. It was obvious that his arrival made her very excited, and more importantly, she had been waiting for his call for a long time.

Because Tifa is a psychiatrist, Yorks has picked up her habit of analyzing.

"Based on the time he answered the phone just now, I'm afraid he never put the phone down. Can so-called paranoia and delusion make a person do this?"

But when he thought of the symptoms of paranoia that Tifa had told him, he became a little unsure.

Persecution delusion is an important symptom of mental illness. Patients are often in a state of fear and make random inferences and judgments, their thinking is impaired, and they firmly believe that they are being persecuted or harmed.

At the same time, they will become extremely cautious and defensive, and often include relevant people in their own delusional world.

For example, the patient may firmly believe, out of thin air, that certain people, groups or organizations around him or her are doing something unfavorable to him or her, such as poisoning food, tracking and monitoring him or her, or planning some conspiracy.

The delusion is absurd, but the patient is convinced of it and cannot be persuaded or corrected by personal experience.
The thought flashed through his mind, and York said in a calm voice: "Yes, I am Officer York. Dylan asked me to come and see you, so I am downstairs now. Can you come out for a moment?"

"Okay! Officer York, please wait for me for a moment."

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Yorks put away his phone. No matter how he considered the current situation, the balance in his heart had slowly tipped towards the possibility of a "perverted stalker". This time, looking at the surroundings, he felt something was suspicious.

There are so many destabilizing factors in this country.

"What's going on, sir?" Kino asked in a low voice, remembering the conversation he had just heard.

"Someone I know asked me for help." York looked up and through the window he could see a figure just leaving from the window on the fifth floor.

The girls that little Gusta knew were quite alert, and would subconsciously confirm even though they had just talked on the phone.

"He said his friend was being followed by someone, and it had been going on for a long time."

As he was speaking, not long after, there was movement in the apartment building in front of him. A figure appeared in the two small windows in the middle of the main entrance, which had an access control system that required an access card to punch in, and moved very quickly.

　It’s difficult. The collection is too fake. The number of collections has been increasing, but the number of readers has not increased. I am questioning my life.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)