Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 152 - 131: Bieber Pig Farm

Chapter 152: Chapter 131: Bieber Pig Farm

Over half an hour, in a place like the United States Federation, both online and offline, to get a person’s information sorted...

Brian had reason to suspect that Old Hardenn was just playing with him.

Old Hardenn, cunning with age, spotted immediately that Brian had something on his mind.

He had no choice but to explain to Brian, "The information about a person mainly consists of their social connections, work, family, and finances. The hardest to track is social connections, but the rest can easily be found by searching with their identity information."

Brian didn’t say anything.

He picked up the files and quickly started going through them.

This file on Billis Rocky was very comfortable to read.

His employment history, family members, credit card spending locations, and so on were each marked on separate pages. In addition, there was an analysis of Billis Rocky’s usual pattern of activities and location analysis, very considerate indeed.

The most outrageous part was the last page, which listed Billis Rocky’s cell phone numbers, email and phone directories, call durations, and even tagged the identities of those people.

Importantly, it showed a whole three cell phone numbers for Billis Rocky, not just the one number recorded by the police.

It’s well known around here that cell phone numbers aren’t registered under real names.

Brian only had a bunch of disposable phone cards.

However, the data on Billis Rocky’s specifics bank transactions and social connections and the like were missing from the files.

Even so, Brian was extremely impressed, "Buddy, how did you manage to get all this?"

"Quite simple, just start digging from a point that can be found."

Old Hardenn pointed at the documents:

"Billis Rocky’s employment history was taken from his association’s records.

Credit card daily expenses, email correspondence, all directly from his email, which contained credit card statements and detailed purchases, making it easy to determine his usual activity patterns.

As for phone communications, just flip through the telephone company’s database to search.

Although there’s no registration for cell numbers, they do have payment records. A related search is all it takes to find them, and then compare those with his contacts. As long as Billis Rocky doesn’t use that phone just once, he can’t escape detection."

While saying this, Old Hardenn casually lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, surrounded by smoke, he spoke somewhat melancholically, "Unfortunately, many bank records are in independent databases, some are simply paper archives. Although some information can be found, it’s not complete, so I didn’t bother to print it out."

Gulp~

Brian swallowed his saliva.

What does he mean by ’directly looking’?

Human language?

Isn’t this just hacking into those systems and someone’s email?

Is this old man that formidable!

Suddenly, Brian recalled something.

Tom once said that he felt Old Hardenn had very strong computer skills.

At the time, Brian somewhat scoffed at the idea, not believing that a man in his sixties would have any significant achievements in this relatively new technology.

Now, it seemed, he was the clown...

..

Seeing Brian not talking,

Old Hardenn leaned on the office desk, shook the ash from his cigarette, and said indifferently, "This file, it was a friend of mine who helped to get it. If you need it again, remember to pay up."

Having said that, he was about to retreat to his corner workstation to continue playing games.

Brian hurriedly grabbed Old Hardenn, glanced at Edna who was reading at her desk, and said in a lowered voice, "Your... your friend, is he a hacker?"

Old Hardenn hurriedly shook his head, "No no no, hacker is not a good term. My friend is a law-abiding good person, who just understands some technical methods."

"Then why haven’t you mentioned this friend before?"

Old Hardenn spread his hands: "You guys never asked."

According to his personality, if he didn’t see Brian as truly capable, and the team wasn’t on the right track, and considering his own age, wanting to help the next generation and build some younger connections, there’s no way he would show off his value appropriately.

Being outstanding sometimes is not necessarily a good thing.

Seeing Old Hardenn unwilling to talk more, Brian didn’t bother to ask further: "Alright, thank my friend for me, if I need your friend’s help next time, what are the usual charges?"

Old Hardenn waved his hand, "We’ll see."

After speaking, he leisurely returned to his spot.

...

Watching Old Hardenn’s back, Brian withdrew his gaze.

Everyone has their own secrets.

As long as it doesn’t affect him, it’s fine.

Brian began to closely examine Billis Rocky’s data.

Billis Rocky was the victim Soraya’s stepfather, and their relationship wasn’t very harmonious, to the point where he couldn’t even be bothered to put on a show by giving her a last glance before her death.

Yet whenever Soraya’s mother mentioned Soraya, the man would instinctively look at his feet, showing a guilty posture.

This made it easy to suspect that something unpleasant was involved.

Ten or so minutes later.

Brian rubbed his temples, tapping his fingers on the desk.

Looking at the data, Billis Rocky seemed like a good person.

He came from an average background, with parents who were very ordinary wage earners, but he worked hard and managed to get into a prestigious university in a place where it’s tough for common people to climb the social ladder.

After graduating, Billis Rocky became a high school teacher in Los Angeles. He had a decent income and social status, led a regular life, and usually stuck to a routine.

Except he would occasionally sit at a café.

Billis Rocky didn’t go to bars, didn’t frequent any legal adult entertainment establishments, and his phone directory and email mostly consisted of his colleagues, without any women of complicated social status.