Chapter 21 The twenty-first psychological consultation

Finally Gary finally called back, doctor, I don't feel any more at ease.He didn't say where he went and I didn't ask, and he didn't take the initiative to explain that he left a knot in my heart.I mentioned that the timing of the serial burglary was different from that of my house being broken into, which also shows that my pervert has a partner theory. He said that the juvenile offender may have changed his crime pattern to mislead the police, or he may have just happened to pass by and saw You take Emma out. I was still thinking about the possibility, and he went on: Such people usually commit crimes alone.usually?I asked him what he meant by that, and he said he knew of several cases in which two gangsters cooperated, one to find the target and the other to do it, but he suspected that my case probably did not belong to this type, because this kind of cooperation did not meet the requirements. Psychology of perverts.Then he said: Besides, he didn't say anything to make you suspect another partner, except he said that the cabin was not easy to decorate, did he?

Maybe not.However, he has a photo of me from before, and the more I think about it, the weirder it gets. What photo?Why didn't you mention it? Then he started asking me a bunch of questions that I had asked myself.Where did the pervert steal the old photos from?Why did he want that one in particular?Then he said something that I still don't understand: So, if the photos are in your company, anyone who wants to have them can have them.His last question was: Does anyone know that you brought back that old photo?I said no, and he told me to keep it a secret. I usually feel better after talking to him on the phone, but after I hung up the phone, my mood suddenly changed. This is unprecedented.I was in such a bad mood that I took it out on Luke.What happened to the two of us recently, I don't know.I thought that the two of us could get closer if we talked freely when we met, but the atmosphere of our small talk has been very stiff recently.Last time he called me, I hung up in a hurry and lied to him that I was going to bed.I'm not tired at all.

What I can't let go of is that Luke was late that day.While I was being kidnapped, he couldn't be protecting some guest, right?As soon as he found out that I was not at home, why didn't he rush to the location of the open house to check?He sensed that something was wrong, why didn't he call the police immediately?After reporting to the police, it's not too late to call my mother.I'm nitpicking, because God knows how I'd handle it if the roles were reversed, but what I've always cared about is that every second he delays delays my chances of being rescued. During the love period, I thought he belonged to the gentle type, but now I began to wonder if he was too passive.He'd complain to me about the waitresses or the cooks, but he never actually went after them.

In the process of interacting with Luke, he was full of patience, love, and sincerity to me, just a good guy.Sometimes, like in the days before my kidnapping, I wondered if I should find someone else who wasn't just a nice guy, but during my time on the mountain, I couldn't think of his better side.He is still patient, caring and sincere today and is one of the kindest people I know.That being the case, where is my tendon knotted? After passing out at the police station, I woke up and opened my eyes, the first image I saw was my mother and Gary.They stood at the end of the bed.I didn't see my stepfather, Wayne, and didn't notice Diane sitting in the chair next to me, until I heard her say: Look who's coming.

She gave me a friendly smile, and I remember her blushing as she rocked me in her arms.Mom found me awake, threw herself on me, nearly knocked over the drip, and sobbed: My baby, my poor Annie the Bear. I don't know what injection the hospital gave me, I started to feel dizzy, so I said: I want to vomit, and then tears flowed all over my face.A doctor tried to take my hand, but I pushed him away.Immediately afterwards, more hands came and held me down, and I couldn't finish it.I felt like I had been stabbed in the arm.When I woke up again, my stepfather was sitting next to my bed, holding his cowboy hat in both hands.I rolled my eyes and he jumped up from his chair.

I'm going to get Roland she just went out on the phone. Let her finish the call, I whispered.My throat is hoarse, it hurts so much now, and the sedative has sucked my saliva dry.Could you pour me a glass of water? He patted me on the shoulder and said: I better get the nurse.With that, he walked out the door and the medication kicked in again, so I fell asleep before he came back with the nurse. Hospitals are weird places where doctors and nurses poke and grope at parts of you that you don't usually let regular strangers get close to.During my first day in the hospital, I had at least two panic attacks.The doctor sedated me, then another drug that made me wake up at night feeling like a hangover, then another shot for nausea.This hospital is very small, so the nurse who takes care of it is often the same, and she always calls me honey in the most gentle voice, every time I hear her call me like this, I want to cry, so I want to tell her to stop calling me honey Sugar, but full of shame I just turned my head away while she took care of me.Before she left the room, she would touch me with a warm hand, down her forearm, and finally squeeze my fingers.

On the second day of hospitalization, my mood was relatively stable. Gary told me that the prosecutor is reviewing the statement I made at the police station and will decide whether to prosecute me in the future. Sue me?What crime have I committed? Annie, a life was lost.Regardless of the circumstances of the murder, we still have to follow the legal process. will you arrest me I don't think the prosecutor will investigate in that direction, but I still have the obligation to inform you.At first I was terrified and hated myself for not getting a lawyer, but when I saw Gary's face flushed, I realized how embarrassing he was.

Well, if the prosecutor decides to charge me, it just makes the prosecutor look like a jerk. Gary grinned and said: Well said. He started asking me two or three questions about being a psycho.I stretched out a hand to scratch my neck, and suddenly realized that the necklace was gone.Gary said: You were taken off by the doctor when you were hospitalized.When you are discharged from the hospital, the hospital will return it to you and keep it together with your personal belongings. The necklace wasn't mine, he gave it to me and he said he was going to give it to another girl. another girl?Why didn't you say it earlier?

His harsh tone broke my heart.I said: I am used to wearing necklaces, so I forgot that you have too many problems, so I can't find a chance to tell you.Besides, you probably didn't notice it, did you?I've been in a daze.I waved the IV needle on my arm at him. He said in a calmer tone: I'm sorry, you are right, Anne.It is true that we questioned you too hastily, but please remember to tell us everything in the future. For the next two days, I tried to fill him in with what I knew about the psycho's life, including his mother, his stepfather, and the female helicopter pilot.Gary often interrupted my narration with questions. Sometimes he leaned towards me, and his body would become stiff with tension, but he was very cautious and kept his tone steady, allowing me to narrate at my own pace.If the conversation turned to rape, or the pervert's schedule and punishment system, Gary, the note-taker, would clench his pen, but he was strong enough to maintain a nonchalant expression.During the narration, I couldn't look at him for half the time.I would stare at the walls, count the cracks, and describe how the psycho had abused me as if listing the ingredients for a recipe from hell.

My mom insisted on sticking by my side while Gary was questioning me, and usually she'd send Wayne off to buy coffee, and Wayne would be so relieved I'd never seen him more restless.If I hesitated for more than a second after Gary's questioning, my mom would jump in and say I was tired or pale and suggested a doctor, but I think it was her who was pale, especially when I mentioned rape when things happen.She developed a habit of not only covering me with the quilt, but also tucking the edge of the quilt under my body and pressing it down.The worse I narrated, the tighter she stuffed her mouth, as if trying to wrap my words around her.I don't like her pampering me like this, but I know she must feel quite helpless hearing that I have suffered so much.If the act of tucking in the quilt relieves stress, go for it.Besides, I don't have the strength to resist her.

On the third day in the hospital, Gary told me that the cabin had been modified so watertight that the police believed I was telling the truth.He also believed that prosecutors were not prepared to press charges against me.By this stage, Diane was gone, and Garry said she was back in Clayton Falls to investigate other aspects of the case. Gary would ask me to describe some things over and over again, and I patiently explained to him, because I knew it would be difficult for the police to identify a psychopath.He has no fingerprints, so the job of the police is even more difficult.Police collected some DNA, but Gary said the DNA would be impossible to compare without his record in the database.The dead body of the pervert had been baked in the tin workshop for several days, and its appearance was unrecognizable, so the police first took pictures and then modified them with a computer, but unfortunately there were no usable clues either.I asked him, why not use dental records?Gary said that the comparison was done, but there was no result.Even the van was useless because the van was stolen and the license plate was stolen from another van.The van was stolen from a local shopping mall, and there were no surveillance cameras in the parking lot. Do you think we have a chance of finding out who he is?I asked Gary the other day.Can you also find out the identities of the other girls he killed? Everything you remember, big and small, will help you solve the case. I sat up so I could look into his face.Don't use the police academy's duty code to perfuse me. I want to know your opinion and your real opinion. Honestly, I don't know, Annie, but I'll do everything in my power to help you find out.You are entitled to answers.There was a persistent flame in his eyes that had never been seen before.It will go a little easier if your mother isn't there when I ask you questions.Do you agree? Agreed, anyway, I don't feel comfortable talking about this kind of thing in front of her. When Mom came back smelling of smoke, Gary said to her: It would be nice if I could ask her alone, Laura. She shook my hand and said: "Family should be by Anne's side. Mom, you will be very sad to hear that.I shake her hand back.I'm fine. She looks from Gary to me. So do what you want, Annie Bear, but Wayne and I will sit outside the door and you'll call us when you need us. In the next two or three days, either Gary would ask questions or the doctor would come to check me up. At other times, my mind would be muddled.It was bad enough that the doctors refused to let me out of the hospital because of my dehydration and all that, and I passed out at the police station and made a fuss in the hospital, and the doctors worried that I might be self-harming, and they wanted me to stay in the hospital for observation.However, after several terrifying nightmares, and another panic attack under Gary's interrogation, the doctor began to adjust my dosage, and my mood also fluctuated accordingly, making it more and more difficult for me to distinguish dreams from reality. territory.As soon as I heard the baby cry, I immediately thought someone had found my little baby.I woke up to find the doctor bent over me, and I panicked, thinking the psycho had come back to life, and pushed him away.My remaining autonomy was also taken away bit by bit by drugs, and my mind fell back into the abyss of terror again. In the midst of never-ending questioning, by the side of my overprotective mother, under the watchful eye of a doctor willing to administer medicine, it was at this stage that Luke came to visit me in the hospital, and I made the scene very stiff.Christina escaped this because she happened to be on a cruise ship to the Mediterranean for vacation.Auntie Val came to see me in the hospital and brought a large bouquet of flowers, but my mother only allowed her to chat for fifteen minutes at a time, and then said I needed to rest.I actually feel that my aunt has become more considerate than usual. She even asked me if I needed anything, and you can ask for anything.She must have said something that pissed my mom off again because I only saw her once during my hospital stay. I was in the hospital for about eight days, and Mom and Wayne went back to Clayton Falls and went to a hotel where they couldn't afford it.After they left, I found that I had been letting my mom, the police, the doctors make decisions for me.The time has come to think for myself. The next morning, the nurse asked me to take medicine again, but I refused.The nurse came to the doctor, and he said that if I didn't take the medicine, I would agree to see a psychiatrist.Since I regained my freedom, I have been rejecting the psychiatrist, but I have no way out. I just want to be discharged from the hospital, and I can accept any conditions. This hospital is so small that it doesn't even have a physical and mental ward or a resident psychologist, so the hospital hired a young man who probably just graduated from the Department of Psychology.Even though he was asking ridiculous questions, I tried to act normal, occasionally weeping a few tears, lest he think I was in control of my emotions.I'd rather walk barefoot through burning coals than tell this kid how I really feel. The doctor forbade me to read the newspaper, and I was so bored that it became difficult to manage.Gary started bringing fashion magazines with him, perhaps for protection. Shall I cut some pictures of designer suits for you?I said the first time he gave me the magazine. He grinned and threw two chocolate bars at the hospital bed.Here you are, lest your ice-snow-smart mouth talk nonsense. He also started making coffee for me with cocoa in it.Once, he brought me some books of Grid Scrabble.Seeing that he brought a gift, I was more willing to accept his interrogation.In fact, he became the highlight of my day.His tone is calm and calm, which is even more in my heart.Sometimes I just close my eyes and concentrate on the sound of his speech, and he has to repeat the question, but he never gets bored. Sometimes he wants to laugh, but never gets bored. I asked him what his authority and rank were, and he said that his subordinates included one police officer, two sergeants, and several grassroots police officers.So he is the officer!Not the director of the overall situation, but the leader of the serious crime team.I felt very relieved to hear that.However, when I asked him about the details of his investigation, he always kept silent, and only said that he would tell me as soon as he had specific information. Once he came to see me, saw the psychiatrist was counseling me, turned around and wanted to leave, but I asked him to stay because the treatment time was coming to an end.The psychiatrist said: Do you think you are angry with the kidnapper?Gary raised an eyebrow at me from behind the doctor's back, and I tried not to laugh. I saw a doctor for two weeks, ate a lot of hospital jelly, and walked around the ward until it became moldy. The psychiatrist finally made a final assessment of me and thought that there was no reason why I couldn’t be discharged home, but after I could do it Before, the doctors in the hospital had to review the psychological report first.I'm no more free now than I was on the mountain. A psychiatrist is said to have assessed my words and actions as consistent with my trauma, and prosecutors have formally decided not to prosecute me.That little hairy psychiatrist did have his own tricks. I underestimated him at the beginning.However, the hospital still did not say when I could be discharged. Gary told me that the RCMP are paying close attention to my case because they also want to get a thorough understanding of the pervert, hoping to help solve some cold cases and help future cases.Sometimes, when we didn't talk about the time on the mountain, he would let me know about current events, or we would play Scrabble together.It was a few days ago that the psychiatrist's report came out. You gotta get me out of the hospital, I said to Gary one morning.He was walking into the ward smartly with two cups of coffee in his hand.The psychiatrist clearly said that I could go home, but the hospital was trying to fish for me. I was going crazy.How can you treat me like a prisoner?I'm a victim, it's too ridiculous. He puts the coffee on the bedside table; nods decisively at me, and walks out of the room.Within half an hour, he was standing at the end of my bed. You stay up one more night, and you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning. I propped up my upper body, changed to a sitting position, and asked him: You wouldn't shoot someone, would you? The method was not so drastic, just burning a few small fires under their feet. My intuition tells me that things are not that simple, so I want to ask the inside story.But before I could ask, he had already picked up the Scrabble book from the table, sat on the chair and said: Humph.It seems that you are not so smart that you can't even spell this. Hey, you came out to disturb me, otherwise I could solve every problem. He stretches his long legs, overlapping at the ankles, and I catch a glimpse of him suppressing a smile, and I realize he's just changed the subject without leaving a trace. During the hospitalization, my mother told me that my house had been rented out to others.The house was not sold, and I was too happy to be there.I didn't worry about becoming a shellless snail until Gary said I was cleared to leave the hospital.I thought about renting with Christina for a while, but her cruise ship hadn't docked yet, and my mom called to say she and Wayne were going back to the hospital to take me home.I know that if I say that I don't want to borrow her container house, she will definitely make the scene very embarrassing, so I want to bear it first and communicate after I get home from the hospital. On the morning of our discharge, Gary warned us that the photographers might already be outside and advised us to go out the back door, though Wayne and my mom said they didn't see the reporters when they came in through the front door.As a result, as soon as we stepped out of the main gate, reporters of course flocked.Mom walked ahead of me, begging the media to give us some time, but her voice was drowned out by the rushing crowd. Once we got out of Port Norfield we stopped at a gas station and Ma went in to pay while Wayne filled the gas and I hid in the back seat.When Mom returned to the car, she threw a newspaper at the seat next to me, shook her head and said: I don't know who is talking loudly. Missing house agent discharged from hospital! Below the headline on the front page is a photo of me from previous ads.Wayne pulled the car out of the gas station and I read it dumbfounded.An anonymous source told the newspaper that I could be released from the hospital today.According to Clayton Falls Police Department Sergeant Gary.Kincaid said, I am a brave young woman, not within the scope of the investigation, the police are actively identifying the dead body of the criminal. I never gave the baby's name to the police, but someone reported to the newspaper that I had given birth to a baby, so this story interviewed an expert about how the baby's death might have affected me.I crumbled the newspaper, threw it on the floor of the car, and stomped on it.