The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

"It's like a psychotic version of 'Fuck the World,'" Aubrey lamented.

"The End of The Fucking World" is a very sad British drama. It tells the youth story of James, a young man who thinks he is a psychopathic killer, and Alyssa, a rebellious girl, who elope and eventually heal each other.

Hannah threw the ring she pulled off the beer can at him, "Don't be like this. I actually liked that TV series. The sad James and the displeased Alyssa are both cool."

"However, what we have to deal with is not the underage James and Alyssa, but the psychopathic version of Bonnie and Clyde." Jiejie said and answered the phone that kept ringing.

Bonnie and Clyde are the prototypes of the movie "Bonnie and Clyde". In psychology, a mental illness is even named after the pair of desperate mandarin ducks, called "Bonnie and Clyde Syndrome".

This disorder is also called "bad boy syndrome". As the name suggests, it refers to men who are obsessed with committing malicious crimes and women who worship super criminals and get a sense of excitement from them.

This symptom is somewhat similar to "Stockholm Syndrome", but patients with "Bonnie and Clyde Syndrome" are usually more proactive and will actively assist in committing crimes.

Judging from what Hannah and Jiejie reported, Raylene does have a tendency to suffer from "Bonnie and Clyde Syndrome," which may be related to her brain damage caused by the car accident.

There was also the white snowflake paper-cut. Jack thought of the information he had seen before. Lei Lin's family was involved in a car accident on the way to the snowy mountains for a skiing vacation. It seemed that the car accident left Lei Lin with two-fold sequelae. There are physical and psychological ones.

"Ravenswood police found Ronnie's mother's address. Shall we go there now?" Jiejie asked after hanging up the phone.

"Let the girls rest, who will come with me?" Jubal stood up and asked as he spoke.

Jack smiled and reached out to push him back, "You are responsible for cleaning the barbecue grill and plates. Clay just comes with me. He will start the behavior analysis course soon. It is a good time to combine theory with practice."

Ravenswood is a popular place name like Greensburg, not too different from Lijia Village in Zhangjiakou, China. When Jack and Clay followed the navigation to find their destination and knocked on the door, what appeared in front of them was She is a middle-aged woman who is full of style.

The woman was in her early forties or early fifties. She only wore a silk nightgown with suspenders. There was nothing inside. Under the pink light in the room, she suddenly became more charming.

With blond hair, blue eyes, a good figure, and a face full of makeup, Jack and Clay looked at each other and knew it in their hearts.

"It's too late. If you stay overnight, it will cost you an extra $500. If you are two people together, it will cost you $200 more. Since you are handsome enough, we can give you a % discount."

The woman's voice was hoarse and she leaned lazily against the door. She didn't mind that such an action exposed the scenery in front of her.

Jack stared at the crow's feet at the corner of her eyes that were not covered up by three layers of powder. He was silent for a long time and took out his ID. "FBI, Ms. Bishop, have you seen your son Ronnie recently?"

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With a "click", the ZIPPO in Jack's hand was set on fire. There was a white Marlboro on the woman's bright red lips. She came forward and took a deep breath, and her spirits suddenly lifted. "I told you, Ronnie is only two weeks old." I came here once and left after only three days. ”

"What is he here for?" Clay's eyes glanced at the medicine bottles on the dressing table, various strange decorative paintings on the wall, and finally landed on the piles of cigarettes and several bottles of whiskey on the wardrobe.

The smell of cigarettes filled the room, mixing with the original smell of alcohol, perfume, and dama to form a strange smell.

"I don't know, he just checked the box of rags that he put here a long time ago." The woman said nonchalantly while sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her long blond hair.

It can be seen that Ronnie's mother was once at least a star-level beauty. Unfortunately, no matter how good her foundation is, she can't withstand the ravages of tobacco, alcohol and drugs. She can only vaguely feel a bit of that past under the heavy makeup on her face. The charm.

Jack put away the lighter while also looking away to avoid appearing too offended, "Did he take anything?"

"I don't know, you can check it yourself." Ronnie's mother walked into the back room and walked out not long after holding a cardboard box.

There were not many things in the box, but it was piled in a mess, just like the life of the mother and son over the years. Jack even found a rusty key ring inside, which was a promotional item for a brand called "Mr. Biscuit" .

Clay walked to the window and gently pushed open a gap. Only then did he wake up from his dizzy head after entering the room. "Has Ronnie contacted you recently?"

Ronnie's mother checked the makeup on her face in the mirror. Her attitude was more indifferent than cooperative, "What's the point of contact? We have nothing to say."

"It sounds like you have a conflict?" Jack asked casually.

"What kind of conflict can we have? I move around a lot, and he does the same when he becomes an adult. We barely keep in touch. I don't even have his phone number." The other party still looks nonchalant, not caring about his son and himself.

"Perhaps, uh, it has something to do with your profession?" Clay stood at the window and carefully considered his words.

Ronnie's mother's movements suddenly paused, and her originally indifferent expression began to become a little excited, "So what?"

Her original hoarse voice became even hoarse, "Ronnie is not qualified to comment on this. At least this job can keep us fed and clothed."

As well as being addicted to drugs and alcohol, Jack cursed in his heart, and took over the conversation with his usual business smile on his face, "Can I ask a question, ever since you had to engage in this profession, you have always been at home. Working?"

"Of course." The other party said matter-of-factly, "I would never go to those damn express hotels with strangers. It's too unsafe."

Clay had just understood the subtext behind Jack's question, and the shock in his eyes had not disappeared. When he heard the answer, an indescribable expression suddenly appeared on his face, and he said in surprise, "What about Ronnie?"

"What can I do?" Ronnie's mother put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and reached out to touch the cigarette box on the table again, only to find that it was empty. She stood up a little irritably to get the cigarette.

"I can't let an 8-year-old child wait on the street, right? It's just as unsafe." Upon hearing this, Clay's expression suddenly became as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly, and Jack looked at him sternly. To himself, he quickly turned his head to face the window, pretending to breathe fresh air.

Jack didn't feel very well, but anyway, the other party's attitude was at least cooperative. There was no need to actively provoke her. He simply took out a thin cigar from the cigarette box in his arms and handed it to her, who was about to bypass him and go to the closet. In front of the woman holding a cigarette over there.

"Wow, he's a rich man and has good taste. If you're done asking, you can let your annoying companion go back first. I probably have no business tonight. I don't mind if someone drinks with me."

As she spoke, the woman's fingers gently scraped Jack's chin.

Jack pretended to sigh, looking very regretful, "If it weren't for this damn job, I would really like to stay and have a drink with you. Your figure doesn't look like someone who has had children at all. "

"Thank you, that's because I had a better figure before." After hearing that she was so "sincerely" praised by Jack, Ronnie's mother thanked her somewhat unnaturally and looked at the strange decorations on the wall. He pointed at the only photo in the painting.

"I was a dancer before having Ronnie put me out of shape."

The photo showed a graceful pole dancer who looked old and had a strip club logo on it.

Jack didn't know much about strip clubs, but judging from her extremely proud look, she must have been relatively famous, at least 20 years ago.