Chapter 775 Ronnie's Mother (Please Give Me Monthly Tickets During the Double Period)

"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 this 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 stretched out his hand to push him back, "You are responsible for cleaning the 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 blonde 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 an extra $500. If you are two people together, it will cost an additional $200. Since you are handsome enough, we can give you a 20% 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 was, she could not withstand the devastation of tobacco, alcohol and drugs. She could only vaguely feel a bit of that past under the heavy makeup on her face. The charm.

Jack put away the lighter and looked 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 up in a mess, just like the lives 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 did the same when he became an adult. We barely keep in touch, and I don't even have his phone number." The other party still looked 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 suddenly stopped moving, and her originally nonchalant expression began to become a little excited, "So what?"

Her originally hoarse voice became even hoarser, "Ronnie is not qualified to comment on this, at least this job can keep us both well fed and clothed."

As well as providing you with drugs and alcohol, Jack complained in his heart, and took over the conversation with his usual business smile on his face, "May I ask you a question, have you been working from home since you had to do this job?"

"Of course." The other party took it for granted, "I never go to those damn motels with strangers, it's too unsafe."

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

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

"I can't let an 8-year-old wait on the street, can I? That's also unsafe." Hearing this, Clay's expression suddenly became as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly. Seeing Jack looking at him sternly, he quickly turned his head to the window and pretended to breathe fresh air.

Jack didn't feel very comfortable either, but no matter what, the other party's attitude was at least cooperative, so 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 the woman who was about to bypass him to get a cigarette from the closet.

"Wow, rich people, and very tasteful. If you are done asking questions, you can let your annoying companion go back first. I should have no business tonight, and I don't mind someone to have a drink with me."

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

Jack sighed in a fake manner, looking very regretful, "If it weren't for this damn job, I really want to stay and have a drink with you. Your figure doesn't look like someone who has a child at all."

"Thank you, that's because I had a better figure before." Hearing that Jack praised her so "sincerely", Ronnie's mother thanked him a little unnaturally, and pointed to the only photo among the strange decorative paintings on the wall.

"Before giving birth to Ronnie, my figure was out of shape, I was a dancer."

The photo showed a graceful pole dancer, who looked quite old, and there was a strip club logo on it.

Jack didn't know much about strip clubs, but seeing her extremely proud look, it should be quite famous, at least 20 years ago.