Chapter 994: Still in Hawaii (Part 4)
A paper Jack once wrote was about some PTSD symptoms of US military veterans. In addition to various battlefield factors, he also mentioned some issues about the effects of drugs.
The paper was highly regarded by his dear Professor Cahill and then shelved.
There is no way. In this country where everything is said to be free, there may not be the trouble of blocking words, but as a federal employee who dares to criticize medical interest groups in a weird way, he really doesn't want to make progress.
Although doing this seems a bit uncharacteristic and makes people feel frustrated, just like Reacher, another big man who longs for freedom, he had no choice but to disband the 110 Special Investigation Team when faced with the intimidation from the top military officials.
The reason why lone heroes are lone heroes is precisely because they have nothing to lose except themselves, just like the Punisher, whom Jack admires most among Marvel heroes.
However, appreciation is appreciation. Even Reacher has not been forced to that extent by the world, let alone Jack. On the contrary, he has been able to get along quite well by relying on some understanding of this weird fusion world.
So whether it was from the perspective of his previous life's experience with the veteran syndrome that had been portrayed countless times in American TV series, or from the perspective of a psychologist who had at least half a bottle of water after studying in this life, Jack instantly understood the cloth. According to Ryan Palmer's wife.
"Alcoholism, drug addiction, unprovoked mania, and tendencies toward depression are all these things, right?"
Palmer's wife looked at Jack with some surprise, and nodded with some difficulty. She seemed to be a little surprised by what Jack said, but also found it difficult to say.
"I can feel it, and Brian doesn't want to do this, but sometimes it's really hard for him to control his impulses, so he will often lock himself in his room and not talk to anyone for several days for fear of hurting me and the children. .
It was really bad, but we were all working on it, especially Brian, who had changed a lot since moving out. He had given himself a strict sobriety plan and thrown away all his painkillers.
I still remember the last time we met, he smiled and told me that he was getting better and we would be together soon."
Palmer's wife tried hard to suppress her crying and avoid attracting the attention of her two children. Just then, a female nurse wearing protective clothing, protective goggles and a 3M mask walked to the door of the ward and interrupted several people. chat.
The nurse was here to collect blood samples. Jack and Danny, who felt they couldn't ask for much information anymore, simply chose to leave.
During the conversation just now, Danny used his mobile phone to send the information about the Splash Hotel to Kono, who was staying at the headquarters.
So when the two drove there, CDC staff had already completed the disinfection work and put red isolation tape on the hotel room door.
It can be seen that this is a small hotel of decent quality. At least it has a public swimming pool that looks quite clean. A CDC staff member is taking water samples by the pool.
Danny put on gloves and a mask as he walked, "What do you think about me letting Rachel take Grace to the mainland for a few days?"
"Just treat it like a vacation and ask them not to have too much contact with people along the way. If they really have nowhere to go, they can consider Los Angeles. I have many friends there who can help take care of them."
Jack didn't think there was any problem with this. When Los Angeles suffered a hemorrhagic fever terrorist attack, the first thing his colleagues in the Wilshire Police Department did was to notify their families.
"That's not necessary. I plan to let them go to my parents' house in New Jersey for two days and then book the fastest flight ticket." Danny said as he took out his cell phone and started typing.
Jack took out an evidence bag and waited for Danny to finish sending the message and motioned for him to throw his cell phone inside. The smallpox virus was mainly spread through contact. The cell phone was also a good carrier and was easily ignored.
"Are you sure it's safe for us to go in like this?" Danny looked timid as he approached the door.
Jack smelled the faint smell of disinfectant that filled the air and gave him a reassuring look, "The smallpox virus only infects humans. It cannot multiply in the natural environment and cannot survive in the air."
While the two were talking, CDC staff had packed all the clothes and bedding in the room, sealed them in bags with biohazard signs, and carefully sprayed disinfectant on the mattresses.
The smallpox virus cannot survive in the air, but it can remain active in clothing and dry dust for more than a year. Those handkerchiefs and blankets used by patients were one of the murderous weapons for the extermination of Indians.
"It's not like a dark corner here." Danny looked at the two large bags of clothing and bedding that had been taken away, and then looked at the furnishings in the room.
Careful CDC staff worked to ensure the integrity of the scene as much as possible, and the clothing was carefully inspected before being destroyed.
But the whole room was so clean that it didn't look like a place where a bachelor lived. There were no cigarette ashes, empty wine bottles, or debris scattered everywhere.
"The 12 Steps to Sobering Up." Jack pointed to the note taped to the closet. "It looks like his wife said that Palmer has indeed made up his mind."
Danny opened the small refrigerator and looked at the apples, moldy pumpernickel bread and jam that had lost some moisture and nodded in agreement, "He even eats very healthy, uh, as healthy as we did before."
After being popularized by Jack, his view on health food has changed drastically.
Jack checked the cabinet in the bathroom and found no medicine as expected, so Palmer seemed to be trying to change his condition. What was the reason for his sudden disappearance before?
"Uh, Jack?" Danny took out a plastic box from the bottom of the refrigerator, his hands shaking a little, "Do you think Palmer could have committed suicide?"
"What?" Jack stared at the two small bottles of medicine and several disposable injection needles in the box in his hand in amazement.
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"I felt like I was holding the launch button of a nuclear weapon just now." Danny rubbed his arms hard and urged Jack to pour more disinfectant alcohol on him.
"Doesn't the label on the box say 'Cyclotriptine'? I checked and it's an antidepressant that is in the clinical trial stage."
However, Jack's comfort did not seem to have much effect. Danny looked at a lump on his arm that had appeared at some point and couldn't help but "faint his face".
"Did you see that? What is that?"
"A mosquito bite." Jack just discovered that his cheap "uncle" actually has a talent for comedy.