The Retirement Life of a Runaway Desperado

Chapter 4

Sometimes you really don't know what kind of terrible inner being hides under the seemingly harmless skin of human beings.

After Lynn was discharged from the hospital, he immediately went to work and began to deal with the follow-up issues of the Caviezel case. They found some prescription drugs in his home. According to the doctor's identification, Mrs. Caviezel's schizophrenia was probably caused by the drugs.

She helped him create the company and owned half of the company's shares. Later, she couldn't do anything because of schizophrenia. Of course, all the property was handed over to her husband.Those medicines were contained in her medicine for treating mental problems, and she was allowed to take them day by day, and her condition became more and more serious.

Earlier, it might have appeared in her coffee cup, cold medicine, or candlelight dinner.

Caviezel Jr. had some bruises that doctors attributed to his father's mismanagement of emotions, and Lynn recalled how their first child died—about the time Mrs. Falling from upstairs to death, only six years old, the husband and wife were devastated.

Was this a normal death, he wondered, if Caviezel hadn't died, would his second son have survived to adulthood?

There are countless titles in Caviezel's profile. He is an enthusiastic philanthropist and has served as the honorary chairman of several associations. Many public facilities are named after him. Of course, everyone is trying to change the name as soon as possible.

While he was alive, he had a hand in all the important decisions in the town, because he was considered a respectable man, a public-spirited man who should be a decisive part in the future of society.

At the school banquet that day, there were still people boasting about his generosity and kindness. How could this world allow a person with such credibility to have such a twisted and perverted inner life?

Caviezel said Emma was just like his wife, and Lynn wondered if she knew about the drugs and the beatings, but there was another possibility—the horrific mutation.

It was as if a living dark force spread from his body, causing the body to mutate...

He pressed the center of his brows, and when he thought of this kind of thing, his head, which was already not so painful, began to ache again.

He has already discussed with Chris about her making friends, and the whole process has failed extremely. He is not good at communicating with children. He used to talk about reducing the amount of ice cream, and he could communicate it as a family war, let alone now This kind of thing.

And who could have managed to get a child away from her best, maybe only, friend and still keep the atmosphere peaceful?

It was impossible, and Chrissy screamed at him—he didn't know she would scream like that—and cried a lot, and the next day her eyes were swollen like walnuts.

He wondered if Arthur had discussed the same issue with his daughter, wondering if he might have done a little better than him.At least not standing there pitifully, begging her not to cry.

Now, a week has passed, and Chris doesn't talk about it anymore. She obediently agrees to his request, but he clearly knows that there is still a special tone of Christine in her speech-he simply It was maddening to see a diluted image of Arthur at home—another handwriting on her homework, the familiar handwriting of the brunette girl on her handicraft class work.

The phone rang and he connected it.

A distant and polite voice came from the opposite side, "Officer Lynn? 』

"Mr. Arthur," Lynn said coldly.

"Your daughter is here with me. ' said Arthur.

"What?" Lynn said, "I put her in Mrs. Geddle's care—"

"She's here with me. ’ Arthur said, ‘was in the tree house in the backyard with my daughter and wouldn’t come down.Christine throws puzzle blocks at me, maybe you'd like to come and take her home. 』

"I'll go right away." Lynn said, thinking whether to say "thank you for notifying me", the phone on the other side simply hung up.

Nasty guy.

Arrogant, mysterious, dangerous, self-righteous, unreasonable... As he put on his coat, he piled up all kinds of adjectives in his mind. Donner ran in and said, "There was a car accident on Seventh Street. Mrs. Carlyle's car and a There was a collision with a foreign car—”

"Seriously?" Lynn said.

"The car wasn't serious, and no one was hurt," Donner said, "but you know Mrs. Carlyle's, she's got a lot going on, she lost a garden shovel last time and sat in the bureau for a week , and now I'm out she's still asking if I found the shovel, saying the police department is so unbelievably incompetent..."

In this way, when Lynn rushed to Arthur's house with his coat, three hours had passed, and it was still half an hour late from get off work.

He rang the doorbell of Arthur's house, a semi-retired doctor who lived in a detached house with a garden, a well-kept lawn, a large yard in the back, and a large swimming pool.

Arthur opened the door. He was wearing a rather homely white shirt and dark trousers. On the table in the living room, two little girls had clearly descended from the tree house in harmony, playing noisy handicraft games.

They built a medieval castle, with hillsides and moats and all, obviously well researched.

Arthur looked at Lynn with a cold face. The police officer wore a crumpled coat and trousers. The police uniform was worn by him for a month. He used it as a pajama jacket and body armor at the same time, and it had never been washed. appearance.

"Officer Lynn," he said, "you're obviously very reassured about my honor. It's been three hours and twenty minutes since I called you."

"No, it's only three hours and 10 minutes," Lynn said. "There was a car accident on Seventh Street, and I have to deal with things."

"I'm astonished that you put a child here with such confidence," said Arthur. "Aren't you afraid some ogre will come and drag her from my yard?"

"Enough is enough for you," Lynn said, stepping away and entering the house.

Contrary to what he had imagined, Arthur's living room was furnished in a homely and comfortable way, with soft colors, which was very suitable for children.

When Chris saw Lynn, she quickly lowered her head and pursed her lips.Christine took a step towards the blonde girl vigilantly, with a protective expression on her face.

"I invited her to play and she was just too embarrassed to say no," she said. "It has nothing to do with her. But I have to say, you shouldn't interfere with a child's friendship, officer, she is the one who makes friends , not you."

"Chris, I'm sorry, but you can't..." Lynn said.

"Is that what you wanted to say?" Arthur said afterward.

"What?" Lynn said.

"I asked them to stay here so you could see what was going on. I didn't ask you to come and say 'I'm sorry' to her," Arthur said. I won't let you in."

"So what do you say!" Lynn said.

"Say something other than 'I'm sorry'?" Arthur said.

Opposite them, two children stood side by side, one with a tough face, the other crying, but both were the biggest problems in the world.Especially since the two of them are still on the same front against the two fathers.

Lynn looked at Arthur, and Arthur looked at him.

Both of them could feel the tension of hostility between them, a faint smell of gunpowder.But the little sweethearts on the opposite side couldn't be torn apart as if they were glued together.

Lynn didn't like Arthur because the man was too strong and wanted to hide something.Lynn is a policeman, he hates this situation, he knows how great the danger is behind those concealment.

This kind of people may be able to present the image of good citizens of the community at ordinary times, but once someone touches their secrets, this kind of people will immediately turn into desperadoes, protecting their dark past at all costs.Because it is absolutely not allowed to be exposed to the sun, this is the purpose of people like them changing their names.

He would never let Chris get close to this family no matter what.

And he knew that Arthur absolutely hated him sincerely and wanted him to stay away from his precious family.He hated anyone who found out, or might find out, about his secrets, and he would do anything - it had been proven in the ward - to keep himself away from his family and his secrets.

He said coldly, "Chris, come back with me now, I want to have a good talk with you."

He turned his head to look at Arthur seriously, and the other looked at him with a cold face. "I appreciate you informing me, Mr. Arthur, that I will take care of the matter and I hope you will speak to your daughter as well."

"I will," Arthur said.

Then just like that, Lin En left Arthur's house with a cold face and took his crying little daughter.

A month later, Arthur sent Chris back to Lynn's house with a cold face, and she slipped from Mrs. Gedell's house to Christine's again. Mrs. Gedell couldn't control their bunch of crazy ideas.

And Mrs. Gerdell didn't want to care about it at all. She couldn't understand that Arthur didn't like two girls playing together. According to her thinking, she wished that her children would go to the handsome policeman's house to play every day, so that she could deepen their relationship. .

The two fathers completed the handover ceremony with a cold face. This is the seventh time. Lynn found the two of them nestled in Chris's room doing homework or playing games, and called Arthur to take care of it. Christine took it back.

There were also times when both of them disappeared, and the two fathers asked each other in panic, and finally found them in the school's activity room, the roof of the building, and the small park in the community.

No matter how many times they talked, the two girls never changed.

Chris used to be an obedient kid, but now she clearly had her own mind, and she didn't agree with Lynn at all.

Chris went back to the room, and the two fathers stood at the door and looked at each other with cold faces.

"Well, I'm out of luck," Lynn said.

"They're very assertive," Arthur said.

"I couldn't control her at all, she was like a squirrel, and as soon as I lost my mind, she went out the window!" Lynn said.

"Christine doesn't listen to me at all." Arthur sighed, "I told her about the friendship status, and she said that if I interfered in her private life, she could sue me."

The two stood silently for a while, and in the originally hostile atmosphere, there was a sense of helpless despair towards the child.

Lynn thought he might never know what Arthur was trying to hide, but at this moment he was sure they were standing in the same trench, facing the same war.

Lynn's cell phone rang, and he took it out to check the number, Arthur said, "Then, I'll take my leave first..."

The voice fell, and Arthur's cell phone rang.

Lynn's call came from the police station in a neighboring town. There was a series of car accidents on the nearby highway. There were too many injuries, and the local police couldn't handle it at all. The police force from Oak Town needed to be seconded.

Lynn said they'd be there in half an hour with the needed equipment and thought, Hell, he's going to keep Chrissy over at Mrs. Geddle's again.

When he pressed the phone, he found that Arthur was still standing next to the car to answer the call, and did not leave. Lynn heard him say, "I will rush over immediately."

Then he pressed the phone and turned to look at Lynn.

"Serial car accident in Yutian Town?" Lynn said.

"The casualties are very serious. They have to transfer some doctors from Oak Town to help on the road," Arthur said.

Lynn knew that Arthur was qualified as a doctor, but he had never seen him work. It is said that he mainly did research at home. He also read a few papers that he was said to have written, and he looked unpredictable.Now, he only occasionally goes to other places for surgery when he has favors.

Lin En once doubted whether he was a doctor, but now it seems that he is. Which fake doctor would dare to go to the scene of the car accident to perform surgery on the injured?

"I didn't expect this car accident to move you," he said.

Arthur spread his hands, probably saying that although he doesn't work very much, there is nothing wrong with helping with such things.

"Looks like I can't spend the night with Chris at home again," Lynn said.

"Are you sending Chrissy to Mrs. Geddle?" Arthur said. Everyone in the town trusted Mrs. Geddle's nursery.

Lynn nodded, Arthur thought for a while, and said, "I'll send Christine there too, although I have other places to look for, but Officer Lynn, the car accident was serious, we're leaving I don't know how long it will take, but it's safer to keep the two of them together, otherwise they will run out to find each other alone, and I don't want to take that risk."

Lynn looked at him for a moment and laughed.He was a bloody dangerous guy, but there was one thing he never doubted.

"Me too," he said, "I'm going to pick up Chrissy now, you go get Christine."

The scene of the serial car accident is like a small hell.

Countless cars twisted and huddled together, becoming lethal weapons, with blood and limbs oozing from the corners.There was crying, there were screaming, there were some small explosions at first.The scene was chaotic, made even more messy by the lights of ambulances and police cars trying to squeeze in.

The police and medical staff are busy, with a focused expression that only comes when a disaster is imminent.Lynn maintained order at the scene, directing a crane to lift a van to reveal the crushed sedan underneath.

Paramedics rushed over, cut the door and pulled the woman trapped inside.

She turned into a bloody person, with no idea how badly she was injured. Lynn saw that she wanted to breathe quickly, but couldn't find air. In this situation, people could die in a blink of an eye. He thought, feeling suffocated just looking at it.

Arthur walked over, he still looked the same, but with a doctor's sign on his chest, he leaned over to listen to her breathing, and then said something to the person next to him, who was frantically trying to find it from the bag—the new arrival His intern was called in too—Arthur grabbed his medical bag, took something out of it, and pressed it to the woman's lungs.

She trembled for a while, her breathing became smoother, and Lynn subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor checked her pupils and shoulders, and his movements were neat, professional and efficient.He asked the trainee to hold her somewhere—probably to stop the bleeding—and then said something quickly, about what kind of treatment and help the injured person needs.

Then he left the stall and walked toward the other wounded, and the paramedics carried the woman away, Lynn thought. She had been sent out of this nightmare, and she would begin a difficult recovery in the hospital.

Arthur looked at the other man's wounds, spoke to him, and gave instructions to the paramedics behind him to get him into the ambulance.

He still had no expression on his face, and he had such a deadpan expression throughout the whole process, but Lynn noticed that he was the fastest to save people.

"Officer Lynn?" said a voice.

Lynn turned his head, and his colleague was calling him, asking if he could start cutting another car. He quickly recovered and said that he would start working now.

It was long and grueling work.

They were still busy at the scene until the sky turned dark, and it seemed that they didn't want to sleep for a day.

Some volunteers brought over coffee, and Lynn took a cup, which was a blessing.

He turned his head and saw Arthur standing in the other direction. He hadn't seen him for a while, but knew he had been busy.His well-fitting clothes were a little wrinkled, and his hair was blown messy by the wind. He should have looked haggard after staying up all night, and he did look like he did, but his eyes were bright, focused and have the highest efficiency.

He was there on one knee, and Lynn couldn't see what he was doing, but was obviously very busy, picked up a cup of coffee and walked towards him.

It was a girl who had just been dragged out of the car. Her face was still very young, even though she had encountered misfortune, she was still full of youthful luster, but her legs were in such a mess that one couldn't bear to take a second look.

"It needs to be amputated," Arthur said.

The girl grabbed his arm and looked at him.That look is more difficult to deal with than the wound.

Arthur stood looking her in the eye, and the silence was unbearable.Then the doctor said slowly, "I'm sorry."

The girl let go of her hand slowly, and the paramedics carried her into the ambulance. Arthur turned to look at her, and the car drove away slowly.

He turned his head and saw Lynn, the policeman handed over the coffee, and the doctor took it silently.

"Damn it?" Lynn said.

Arthur took a sip of his coffee and spit it all out immediately.

"It's horrible!" he said.

"Doctor!" yelled the other way, and another wounded man was lifted up.As soon as Arthur put the coffee on the roof of the car, he turned and walked over.

Lynn looked at the paper cup, and felt that the young master was not interested in this kind of drink at all.

Arthur was halfway there when a man sitting on the side of the road with blood oozing from his forehead grabbed his arm and called out, "Doctor, am I going to die, Doctor?"

Lynn felt that Arthur would shake him off, because the wound looked like a skin wound, and he had more serious injuries to save.

But the doctor stopped, leaned over to check his pupils, asked his name and the current date, and said, "You're not going to die, you just had a mild concussion."

He ran to another wounded man, and the man on the side of the road dragged other doctors to ask whether he would die.

Lynn watched Arthur rushing around in a funny way, finished his cup of coffee, picked up Arthur's cup on the roof of the car, took a sip, and returned to his post.